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Guo Yi was ill this time. He didn't want to make a big deal of it. He also respected his personal ideas. He didn't make any announcement. He just went to the hospital quietly and treated him quietly. So the Guo family didn't know about it, so no one came here.

There are no outsiders living in the red brick house. Guo Jingjing follows Zhang Qing. Guo Zizhang helps him let Li into the bedroom. He goes to see Guo Yi.

Although Guo Jingjing had already learned about Guo Yi's current situation from Guo Zizhang on his way, he was still surprised when he saw people.

It turns out that the disease is so terrible, even Guo Yi such a strong man, in front of it, also can not occupy any advantage.

It was only a month. Guo Yi lost at least 20 jin. He was half sitting on the bed, his coat was empty. His hair was probably gone. He wore a thread hat on his head. He didn't look so domineering. His temperament became higher and colder. However, when he saw Guo Jingjing, he still tried to pull the corners of his mouth, although it was not very successful.

”Why did you sit up? Did the doctor let you sit? Just sit down

Zhang Qing put down his coat on his wrist. Seeing Guo Yi so unhappy, he went over and helped him lie down. It was inconvenient for him to be alone. Guo Jingjing went to help him with the handle.

Seeing that Zhang Qing was not happy, Guo Yi patted Zhang Qing on the back of his hand for two times. His eyes were soft as water, and he took another look at Guo Jingjing.

Guo Jingjing didn't understand what he meant, but Zhang Qing understood it. He almost didn't have to guess. He took the words in Guo Yi's eyes

”Jingjing is not an outsider, so he doesn't care about these things. He is a family. You just need to take good care of yourself and keep your body well.”

It turns out that Guo Yi got up specially to meet Guo Jingjing. Guo Jingjing pursed his lips and said, ”Uncle Yi, you can keep it.

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Guo Yi nodded to Guo Jingjing.

The father and son hold Guo Xu to lie down. Zhang Qing covers him carefully. Guo Jingjing doesn't want to disturb him any more. After saying a few words, he retreats from Guo Yi's room.

Guo Jingjing follows Zhang Qing into the living room. Zhang Qing pours a glass of water for Guo Xu, and then picks out a large one of the fresh tangerines that the nurse just brought in the morning and peels them, which is put into Guo Jingjing's hands.

Guo Jingjing ate a piece of it. It was really sweet and juicy.

”Dad, when can uncle Yi talk?”

”The doctor said that it will be at least half a month, but it's hard for them to be sure about the details.” Zhang Biao put his chin in his hand and sighed a little.

”Is it still impossible to eat?”

”No, I have to wait half a month for this one to recover well. I should be able to eat some rotten things then.”

Guo Jingjing nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Zhang Qing felt uncomfortable.

It's Zhang Qing's turn to ask him in turn.

”Ah Jing, what about you? How are you? I didn't expect that as soon as I left, so many things happened. When ah Zhang told me, I was almost angry. What did you do to save him? If I had known, I would not have left. ”

Guo Jingjing looked at Zhang Qing, who make complaints about ”I am very angry”, and said, ”are you willing to give up?”

Zhang Qing pursed his lips and looked at Guo Jingjing wrongly. His son really hated him. Why did he tear him apart.

”Dad, don't be angry. Zhang Qi is Grandma's grandson. How can he really not save him? Besides, I'm all right now. ” ”I know.”

It's because I know that I'm more angry. Many things, even if I don't want to do them, still have to do. This is the helplessness of growing up, and it's just because of helplessness that people are more angry. It seems that the fishbone is in the throat and can't spit out, so it can only be stuck.

Guo Jingjing looked at Zhang Qing, hesitated for a moment, put down half of the orange, said to Zhang Qing: ”Dad.”

”What's the matter?”

”Grandma has already known about me and Vatican, not only grandma, but also the villagers.”

Zhang Qing is stunned. Obviously, he doesn't know about it. He looks at Guo Jingjing, reaches out and grabs his son's hand and kneads it in his hand. ”When did it happen? They Did they speak ill of you? Or did you do it? Or... ”

”No, not at all,” Guo Jingjing held Zhang Qing's hands and raised the volume. Zhang Qing's mood was a little extreme.