Bincheng, Qingming Festival.

Ji Changmu didn't come back here for several years. He went alone to give birth to his father Ji Dong, and bought flowers and fruits.

It was raining in the cemetery, the drizzle was silent and hazy, and the mountains in the distance were covered with a light layer of mist.

The weather here was cloudy and humid, so Ji Changmu didn't stay long and left the cemetery along the path with an umbrella.

The cemetery was also very quiet on Qingming Festival. He left in a car and asked the driver to drive home.

Yang Shuzheng no longer lives in the place where she lived many years ago. Now Ji Changmu has bought her an elegant and brand-new villa with beautiful scenery, suitable for living and maintaining health.

Doctor Zhao came over and gave Yang Shuzheng an IV. At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a thick blanket.

Seeing Ji Changmu come back, she said hello: "Changmu, is it still raining outside?"

"Xiaoyu." Ji Changmu took off his black trench coat and only wore a shirt, "Are you feeling better today?"

"It's okay, Dr. Zhao is here!"

"Take care and call me if you have any questions. Don't think you won't bother me because I'm busy at work."

"I know, I know, it's okay."

"That's good." Ji Changmu was still worried.

When he went to the study, he took the time to call Dr. Zhao to inquire about the situation. Dr. Zhao told the truth: "Mr. Ji, Mrs. Yang's surgery more than ten years ago was very successful. However, because it was so long ago, everything was fine during the previous examinations.

There is a minor problem. I have prescribed medicine and it is not a serious problem, but it requires close observation. I will change my checkup to once every six months."

"Okay, it's up to you."

"Mr. Ji, the heart is different from other places. It must not be stimulated, and it must not be anxious or fatigued. My wife doesn't go out much alone in Bincheng. You can let her go out more and walk around to relax."

"She is still unwilling to leave Bincheng. If she is willing, I would rather take her back to New York."

"Mr. Ji, it's better not to let my wife fly during this period. Her body may not be able to bear it. Thank you very much for flying back."

"She has endured too much, and I can give her too little. In the final analysis, I still feel sorry for my father. I failed to help him take good care of my mother."

"Mr. Ji, don't say that. You have done a lot, so don't apologize." Dr. Zhao knew something about Ji Changmu. In his opinion, Ji Changmu had done everything he could do.

"Excuse me, Dr. Zhao. I would like to trouble you to take care of my mother while I am away from Bincheng."

"Mr. Ji, you are too polite."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Changmu stood by the French window of the study and smoked a cigarette.

The water mist outside the window was hazy, and the entire villa was shrouded in a layer of mist, a vast expanse of white, and the rain was like thousands of melancholy, constantly shearing and confusing.

After the infusion was completed, the nurse helped Yang Shuzheng pull out the needle.

She ate some light food and saw that Ji Changmu did not go downstairs, so she trimmed her flowers and trees on the balcony alone.

During lunch, there was no one else at home, so Yang Shuzheng asked: "Chang Mu, how many days will you stay at home this time?"

"One week."

"That's great. I really miss you every day."

"Mom, can you really not go to New York with me?"

Yang Shuzheng shook her head and looked pale: "You know, my body can't fly back and forth, and I really can't bear to leave your father here alone. From now on... I will also accompany him.
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