Fu Hanye's steps were as heavy as a thousand pounds. He followed Shen Nian step by step.
The two of them walked through the hospital passage and passed through the art corridor. The expressions on their faces were like the dark clouds in the sky.
The rain fell on the two of them, but no one paid attention.
Suddenly, Shen Nian stopped, turned his face, stared closely at the face of the man behind him, pointed to the grass not far away, and opened and closed his snow-white lips, "It's buried in it."
The man's black pupils shrank suddenly. He glanced at the rain-dropped grass, his Adam's apple rolled, and he sneered, "Do you think I will believe it?"
Shen Nian's voice was as light as thin smoke, "You can go and have a look."
Fu Hanye wanted to turn around and leave, but he finally took back the steps he took.
His lowered eyes were fixed on the woman's flat belly. Shen Nian was not fat to begin with, she was a pretty skinny beauty. However, after she was pregnant with this child, she lost her appetite and became even thinner. She always felt frail. Feel.
The woman's body, hidden under the large hospital gown, did not look like she was carrying a seven-month-old child.
Fu Hanye turned around, approached her, reached out and picked up the hem of her clothes. Under the soft white flesh, there was a waist that was not tight enough to hold, and the slender waist proved that what she said was true.
The corners of Fu Hanye's mouth twitched.
The next second, he rushed towards the grass, dew fell on the corners of his eyes and brows, but he didn't care at all.
Pushing aside the tangled grass, the small dirt bag that appeared in front of him looked like it had just been built up, and the soil was so fresh.
The dull pain was like the tip of a sharp knife, piercing his chest hard.
His trembling hands peeled away the pile of soil. When he dug out the bloody infant body from the mud pit, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Nian didn't lie to him.
The child was indeed dead.
The child's head drooped in his palm, and his pink and tender body was covered in purple-red blood.
Looking at this small body, Fu Hanye's throat tightened. At this moment, his heart was as red as the corpse of his child, and the pain was overwhelming, seeming to drown him and drive him crazy.
Tears just fell out of his eyes and fell on the child's body.
The rain became lighter and gradually became heavier.
He didn't even feel anything. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks, becoming more and more intense. His body half-knelt there for a long time, turning into a statue.
I don't know how long it took, but he gradually reacted. He took off the red sweat towel from his neck and wiped off the dirt on the child little by little. His movements could not be gentler. After handling it, he took off his coat and wiped the child off. The child was wrapped up, and then he slowly stood up, and when he walked past Shen Nian, he never looked at her again.
Shen Nian stood under the eaves and watched the man's tall figure slowly disappear from his sight.
Her legs suddenly went weak, and she fell against the wall, her body sliding against the wall. The coldness stung her skin and spread into her bones.
It was freezing cold.
Tears wet my eyes and blurred my vision.
Around the corner, a man appeared. He came in a hurry and helped her up from the ground. "Bu Nian is awake. She is looking for her mother."
The man's words were like a savior, injecting fresh power into her disgraced pupils.
She wiped the tears from her face, and her steps took on the vitality of life.
The man caressed her into the warm glass room.
Through the thin glass, she looked dreamily at the little life in the incubator.
The child's face and body were so small, tugging at her heart tightly. As she looked at it, tears started flowing down again. Being a mother for the first time, she felt heartache, worry, and even more entanglement. She grabbed Si Yanhong. hand, "Dr. Si, why is she so small?"
So small, can he survive?
Can you grow up well?
Countless questions popped up in Shen Nian's mind.
Si Yanhong looked at her with determination in his eyes, "Don't worry, we are using the most advanced incubator in the medical field and the most advanced treatment measures. She is only seven months old and is a premature baby. If she is alive, she is already alive." It’s a miracle.”
Si Yanhong's words seemed to give Shen Nian a reassurance.
She turned back and her eyes fell on the child again. She really wanted to rush in and hug her and touch her, but she knew she couldn't. When she woke up, Shen Nian was devastated and she had no courage to live.
Si Yanhong came over and told her that the child was not dead and was still alive, but she had to take good care of herself. The child was currently being cared for by someone special and she would be able to see the child in two days.
She knew Fu Hanye would come looking for her, but she didn't expect that he would come in person.
Before Fu Hanye came, with her consent, Si Yanhong took a dead baby that someone else had had difficulty delivering and was going to bury it, and hurriedly buried it in the grass.
Knowing that the child is gone, Fu Hanye will not pester him anymore.
From now on, Shen Nian will also live without any burden.
However, when she saw the man digging the child out of the dirt bag and wiping the dirt off the child bit by bit, his expression was indescribably serious, and her heart ached inexplicably.
When he walked away with the child in his arms, she almost lost control.
fair enough.
Shen Nian stood there, watching Bu Nian. Bu Nian was the name she named her child. From then on, no matter how difficult it was, she would live quietly with Bu Nian.
No one bothered her anymore.
Fu Hanye came out with a bunch of stuff in his arms, and Wang Chao was so frightened that he quickly got out of the car.
When he saw clearly what was in Fu Hanye's arms, it was a dead baby with a mass of blood and flesh, especially the dead baby, which seemed to be stained with soil. Wang Chao shuddered in his heart.
Could this child have just been dug out of the earth?
Fu Hanye's muddy hands told him that he had guessed it right.
The dynasty was quite frightened,
"Mr. Fu..."
Fu Hanye's face was calm, his eyes were empty, and his chin was tightened, letting him see the despair in his boss's heart.
The child is undoubtedly deeply missed.
As soon as he was born, he died.
"boarding."
Fu Hanye's voice was hoarse and deep.
Everyone could see that at this moment, he was suppressing the pain in his heart.
Wang Chao did not dare to hesitate for a moment and got into the car. When the car started, he glanced at the door of the hospital. In the past, he had always been on Shen Nian's side and felt that Shen Nian was very pitiful. Now, he felt that the most pitiable person was Shen Nian. , is his Mr. Fu.
Return to Mansion 8.
Fu Hanye went to the utility room, brought a saw and ax, and picked a piece of good wood.
He didn't know how to do carpentry, and his hand was pricked by wood. The blood from his fingertips dripped into the gaps between his fingers, and he didn't pay attention to it along with a slight pain.
He stayed up all night and made a small coffin for the child.
There are various stickers on the coffin, and the baby's face on the sticker is a combination of him and Shen Nian.
The dead baby was put in, his pure black pupils without any waves, the lid was closed, the coffin fell into the pit, and more soil was added, the red soil slowly covered the small coffin.
His children will be separated from him forever, and they will never be able to see each other again in this life.
He didn't want to investigate the real cause of the child's death. When the child left, Shen Nian personally cut off the only escape route between them.
Then, Fu Hanye locked himself in the room and started drinking heavily. There were liquor bottles in the corners of the room, everywhere. He drank from day to night, and refused to listen to anyone.
There were so many women that he didn't like, so he chose the hardest one to crack.
Like does not mean deep love.
He believes that when his heart is broken, he will live a good life.
And the past events let him disperse with the wind.
