Chapter 129 (1/2)

Mrs. Chen did wake up, but her whole body was basically unable to move and could not even speak. He Yan hurried over, but she stopped at the door of the ward, turned her head and looked coldly at Fu Shenxing, who was close to her. Fu Shenxing was stunned for a moment, and then understood her meaning. He pulled the corner of his lips and stopped at the door. He said faintly, ”I'll wait for you outside.”

He Yan went in alone, stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at Mrs. Chen. She took the old man's hand and said in an astringent voice, ”mother Chen, I'm He Yan.”

The old man's reaction was very slow, but when his eyes fell on He Yan's face, his turbid eyes suddenly brightened, and he opened his lips with great effort and sent out ”ho! Ho The voice of. He Yan saw that she had something to say, so she lowered her head to get close to her, and comforted him, ”please speak slowly. I'm here.”

But the old man did not listen to his words, unable to express his own meaning, more and more impatient.

He Yan looked frightened and urged: ”you must not worry, the body will not stand.” When she finished, she turned her head and swept the room. Seeing that there was no one else except the relative who took care of Mrs. Chen, she went over again and whispered, ”I know what you want to say. Don't worry. I will take care of the fruit there.”

Chen's mother's lips trembled and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and into the pale temples along the furrows. Her fingers are shaking gently, trying to grasp He Yan's hand back. He Yan noticed that she held her hand more tightly and said, ”you can rest assured that I will help you with all the things.”

He Yan's voice was a little choked, and she could hardly speak. After a pause, she leaned over and put her mouth close to Chen's mother's ear. She said, word by word, in a voice only Mrs. Chen could hear. ”Don't worry, I won't let him go. I won't let him go.”

Chen's mother's mood gradually calmed down. She was also a very strong and rational old man. She slowly closed her mouth and took a deep breath. Then she opened her mouth and said something silently. The mouth was very simple, as if there were only two words. She repeated it to He Yan over and over again, trying to tell her what she wanted.

He Yan is guessing, imitating her mouth shape, and making similar sounds in a low voice. ”Lou Dao -” she suddenly brightened up and approached the old man's ear and asked in a low voice, ”it's the corridor, isn't it?”

Chen mother closed her mouth and nodded her head slightly invisible.

He Yan thought about the meaning of the word, and carefully recalled the appearance of the Chen family's corridor. It was an old residential building. There was no elevator. Only the corridor went up in circles. The steps were made of lime, and each step was mixed with anti-skid fine thread steel. Maybe it's too long. Many places have been smoothed down. The lighting of the corridor is not good. Only at the corner between the two floors, there is a small window outside. On the contrary, there are people who put sundries there, covering most of the windows. It seems that the narrow stairs are more narrow and dim.

Junk! Many things were piled up at the corner of the stairs of the Chen family's building. Now, I can only remember that it was a broken and old wooden frame, and I don't know how many rags were piled on it. When she passed by, she was only careful not to touch herself and never noticed what it was.

He Yan moved in the heart and went to ask Chen mother in a low voice: ”things are hidden in the cabinet, aren't they?”

Chen's mother couldn't speak. She even had no strength to nod her head, but her eyes were filled with joy.

He Yan suddenly understood why Fu Shenxing couldn't find something hidden by an old lady with inconvenient legs. Naturally, he sent someone to look for her house carefully, but he was afraid that his mother would hide such important things outside the house and into the rags in the stairs.

”Don't worry, I'll take it and use it.” He Yan promises to Chen's mother in a low voice.