Ning An spent the whole afternoon with Mr. Song. Little Candy also brought a storybook and told Mr. Song stories.

Because she grew up in New York, the little girl's Mandarin was not particularly good and she didn't recognize some words, so Ning An sat aside and taught her patiently.

The bright sunshine shines in through the window of the ward, shining on the floor and white sheets.

The instruments in the ward were shining with cold light, but this did not affect the enjoyment in the ward at all.

While Little Candy was reading the story, the smile on Mr. Song's face never disappeared, and the corners of his lips were raised, lovingly and gently.

Most of the time, Mr. Song likes to close his eyes. Occasionally, he will open his eyes and look at the little candy sitting on the chair.

The little girl is soft and waxy. She looks very much like Ning An, but between her brows she looks very much like his grandson.

Ning An saw that Mr. Song was in good condition today, so he talked to him for a while and asked Little Candy to chat with his great grandfather.

"If you have anything to do, go and do it. I have nothing here." Old Song said.

"It's okay. I just came back to attend Master Qiao's wedding." Ning An said, "I can spend the rest of the time with you."

"You can take Little Candy for a walk. There are many interesting places in Beijing. When Shao Yan was young, I liked to take him everywhere. He is very smart and can remember the places he has visited once. He especially likes ancient buildings.

.As you can see, he is very talented in architectural design, but he still chose to do business." Mr. Song spoke very slowly, but his words were clear.

Before Ning An could speak, Little Candy blinked and said, "Grandpa, are you talking about uncle?"

Mr. Song was slightly startled and nodded.

Ning An was silent. She didn't expect that Little Candy was also very smart. She only met Song Shaoyan once today and remembered it.

Ning An could tell that Mr. Song missed Song Shaoyan very much.

Yes, Song Shaoyan was brought up by Mr. Song, and the deep feelings cannot be expressed in words.

Although Song Shaoyan has passed away many years ago, Mr. Song's miss for him has not diminished at all.

"An'an, I've been dreaming about him a lot recently... I dreamed that he was all alone. I wanted to go with him so that he wouldn't be lonely anymore." Mr. Song's voice was choked and light, like a thin thread.

The thread will break easily.

Ning An held Mr. Song's hand and said, "Grandpa, don't think like this. You have to be good. Only then will he be happy if he knows what's going on."

Little Candy was also a little sad. She blinked and almost shed tears.

"Grandpa, if you want to get well soon, Little Candy will take you to New York to play. Our house is very beautiful, so come and play at our house."

Mr. Song nodded, a little tired.

Ning'an patted the back of the old man's hand: "Grandpa, have a good sleep and don't be too tired. I'll come see you tomorrow and I can stay with you these days."

"Thanks a lot."

"There is no such thing as hard work. It should be done."

After waiting for Mr. Song to lie down, Ning An felt a little relieved when he saw the calm and serene expression on the old man's face.

She quietly left the ward with the little candy and closed the door for the old man.

The sun is shining brightly in the hospital, and the stream of light shines on the green leaves. The leaves have clear meridians and have a summer atmosphere.

Little Candy held Ning An's hand, feeling a little sad: "Mom, will great-grandpa get better?"
Chapter completed!