In recent times, Lin Zhixia has been reporting to Yang Ruo'an every day without hesitation. From Monday to Friday, she goes there after school every day, and becomes a helper in her store on Saturdays and Sundays.
During this period, Tan Jie would still come to see Yang Ruo'an occasionally, but faced with her usual tough attitude, the number of visits gradually decreased.
In early April, Lin Zhixia’s school organized a parent-child practice activity of spring outing and kite flying in order to enhance the relationship between parents and children and develop children’s social experience.
After the activities on Friday were over, Lin Zhixia felt a little tired after running all day. Thinking that Yang Ruoan's mood had gradually improved recently, she thought of going home to rest.
As soon as she got in the car, she made a video call to Yang Ruoan, but she didn't answer.
Perhaps knowing that she was probably busy, Lin Zhixia did not type again, but typed a line and sent it, "I ran after the children all day today. I am a little tired, so I will not go there. When I recover, I will go there tomorrow." Continue to be your helper."
After sending the WeChat message, Lin Zhixia closed her phone, leaned back in her chair, and emptied her mind for a moment, half-closing her eyes.
She got up too early today, and she wanted to squint for a while, but she never thought that the person who had not contacted her for a long time frequently appeared in her mind.
The sudden longing came to her like a tide. She sat up straight with some annoyance and turned her head to look at the scenery passing by outside the car window.
At this moment, the sky in the distance seemed to be covered with a light orange-red color. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, and finally merged into the night.
Lin Zhixia closed her eyes again, thinking of someone, with a trace of sourness lingering in her heart.
They hadn't seen each other for more than two months. They didn't know when he would end, and they didn't expect that their training camp would take so long.
But she immediately adjusted her emotions. Since she chose him and became a military wife, she had to endure the pain of being apart for such a long time.
As soon as she got home, Lin Zhixia didn't even want to eat. She washed herself briefly and climbed into bed.
Perhaps it was because she was really tired and not in a good mood during this period. After a while, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, Lin Zhixia picked up her phone on the bedside table and looked at it. She still hadn't responded to the WeChat message she sent to Yang Ruo'an yesterday. She never said she didn't reply to her message after seeing her, so she couldn't help but feel nervous.
When she saw that it was still early, a little after seven o'clock, she resisted the urge to make a video call and typed a few more lines and sent it, "Ruo'an, were you busy yesterday?"
"Why didn't you reply to the message?"
"Nothing happened, right?"
Lin Zhixia was half leaning on the bedside, refreshing her phone in her hand. For some reason, the bad feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger. She hurriedly got out of bed and entered the bathroom, and quickly washed up.
After she finished washing and tidying up, she picked up her mobile phone and saw that there was still no new message. This time she did not make another video call, but directly called up Yang Ruoan's mobile phone number.
Listening to the long "beep..." sound, Lin Zhixia's heart beat faster and faster. She kept shouting silently in her heart, "Ruoan, answer the phone quickly."
When he was about to hang up the phone, the other party picked up the phone. Lin Zhixia hurriedly said: "Ruo'an, you finally answered the phone. Why didn't you reply to the message I sent you?"
"Is it Zhixia?"
Only then did Lin Zhixia realize that the person on the other end of the phone was not Yang Ruoan, and she shouted with confusion: "Auntie..."
"Why."
A voice with a hint of sadness came from the receiver, but Lin Zhixia didn't notice it.
After the call was connected, Lin Zhixia's anxious heart slowly relaxed and she said: "Auntie, it's me, Zhixia, has Ruoan gone home? I sent her a message but she didn't reply, so I thought of calling her. Call me and ask, has she gotten up yet?"
Suddenly, a very low cry came from the receiver. Lin Zhixia's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she asked anxiously: "Auntie, what's wrong? Nothing happened to Ruoan, right?"
"Ruoan...she is in the hospital now."
The crying voice in the receiver really reached Lin Zhixia's ears. For a moment, she was startled, her pupils dilated, her face was full of disbelief, and she said hurriedly: "I'll go to the hospital right away."
When Lin Zhixia got into the taxi, her brain seemed to be frozen and blank. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, illusory yet real.
When Lin Zhixia arrived at the hospital and entered Yang Ruoan's ward, he saw her lying on the bed with a pale and bloodless face, her eyes closed, and she looked completely lifeless.
In an instant, the tip of Lin Zhixia's nose felt extremely sour, and the tears in her red eyes could not be suppressed. She kept muttering in her mouth: "How could this happen?"
Yang's mother, who was standing on the other side of the hospital bed, said with some pain: "Tan Jie said that the two of them had a few arguments and he accidentally didn't hold Ruoan."
Seeing her daughter like this, Mother Yang seemed to be unable to bear it. She was so weak that she almost fell down, but Father Yang who was standing in front of her hurriedly held her steady.
Tan Jie, who was standing near the door of the ward, wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Yang's mother, "We don't need you, we don't dare to use you."
Yang's father walked to the door, held the door handle and opened the ward door. His tone was distant and tough, "You should go back first. I don't think my daughter wants to see you again."
Tan Jie's expression looked very painful, "Dad, I didn't mean it. I know I was wrong. Can you please let me stay with her?"
"No."
Father Yang decisively refused and pushed Tan Jie out, closing the door immediately.
Tan Jie's parents, who were rushing outside the door, saw their son being turned away and shook their heads with a sigh. Tan's father was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but Tan's mother reached out and stopped him, "He is so grown up now. You even hit him."
Tan's father scolded angrily: "Just get used to it. Do you think what he does is human affairs?"
"You can't hit anyone," Tan's mother said to her husband while protecting her son.
Tan's father turned around angrily, facing away from their mother and son, without saying another word.
In the ward, Lin Zhixia looked distressedly at Yang Ruoan, who was lying lifeless on the hospital bed after the operation. She didn't expect that something like this would happen after just one night without her. Her mood had just gotten better. How could she bear the loss? Child's pain.
She felt so uncomfortable that she actually hated herself. She shouldn't have gone home directly last night. If she had gone to find her last night, this wouldn't have happened.
Just when Lin Zhixia was still regretfully angry with herself, Yang Ruo'an slowly woke up. She hurriedly grabbed her hand and asked worriedly: "Ruo'an, you're awake, how do you feel?"
Yang Ruo'an didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to touch his belly.
After a while, an unusually hoarse voice asked: "Where is my child?"
