nucmednet Chapter 505 Brother, Take Me Home
Chapter 505 Brother, Take Me Home
Chapter 505 Brother, Take Me Home
The sky of Kuncheng seemed to be covered by a huge black curtain pulled down by an invisible giant hand, heavily covering the city.
The dark clouds were as black as ink and so low that it seemed as if one could touch the thick haze with one's hand.
The air was filled with dampness and oppression, making people feel stuffy in the chest and unable to breathe.
In the yard of the crematorium, the rain was pouring down and shallow puddles had already formed on the ground.
Song Lan was wearing a black lace dress, the slim cut showed off her slender but haggard figure. The black skirt was wet by the rain and stuck tightly to her calves.
She wore a pair of large sunglasses, hoping to hide her sadness, but tears still flowed uncontrollably from the edges of the sunglasses and slid down her fair cheeks.
Nie Zhenhai stood beside her, wearing a neat black suit and a long windbreaker.
His hair was wet by the rain, and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, making him look more haggard.
He was holding a black umbrella, with the umbrella slightly tilted towards Song Lan, but his shoulders were wet from the rain.
He stretched out a hand and gently put his arm around Song Lan's shoulders, trying to give her some warmth and comfort.
Not far away, a black luxury car was parked quietly, its body shining coldly under the rain.
Next to the car, four tall foreign bodyguards wearing sunglasses and holding black umbrellas stood upright with solemn expressions.
They were like four messengers from the netherworld, cold as ice. The rain slid down their cheeks, but it did not affect their posture at all.
Their eyes were always fixed on Song Lan's direction, vigilantly paying attention to every movement around them.
The raindrops hit the umbrella heavily, making a dull and dense sound, as if it was the voice of Song Lan's depressed and desperate heart.
At this time, the door of the studio slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in professional attire walked out.
He looked solemn, holding an exquisite wooden box in both hands, and walked slowly towards Song Lan step by step.
Every step was taken cautiously, as if he was holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.
He walked up to Song Lan, lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Madam, please accept my condolences. The dead are gone, and the dead cannot be resurrected. Please take care of yourself, Madam."
Song Lan slowly stretched out her hands, which were slender but trembling constantly. She stared at the wooden box in the middle-aged man's hand, as if it contained her whole world.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she finally uttered a few words: "Leier...my Leier." Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless grief.
She took the wooden box with both hands, as if she had taken on the weight of the rest of her life. She held the wooden box tightly in her arms, as if she could hug her child again.
Nie Zhenhai's eyes turned red as he looked at Song Lan's grief-stricken look. He supported Song Lan and said in a sad and trembling voice, "Xiao Lan, let's take our son home!"
Song Lan nodded slightly, tears welling up again. The two supported each other, taking heavy and slow steps, and walked slowly under the rain curtain.
With every step they took, the rain splashed up layers of water, soaking their shoes and trouser legs. The water splashed as if it was their broken hearts, splashing wantonly in the cold rain.
The man in black quickly stepped forward and opened the door of the luxury car for them. Song Lan and Nie Zhenhai got in one after another.
The men in black then gently closed the car door, their movements neat and skillful. Then, they turned and walked towards their own car, got in and followed closely behind the luxury car. The motorcade slowly drove away from the crematorium and disappeared into the gray world shrouded by the rain.
The black luxury car moved slowly forward in the rain, like a lone boat struggling to sail in the rough waves.
The rain slid down the car window like a bead curtain, interweaving blurry and distorted water marks, making the world outside the car hazy.
Finally, the car drove steadily into the parking space in front of Zidong International Group.
Song Lan looked at the people coming in and out of the company's gate outside the car window, took a deep breath, and tried hard to put away the sadness in her heart.
Her eyes changed from being empty and desperate at first to becoming firm and sharp, as if she had made some important decision in her heart.
She said to Nie Zhenhai beside her in a low but powerful voice: "Zhenhai, please take your son home. I want to stay at my brother's house for a few days and visit my mother."
Nie Zhenhai looked at Song Lan with heartache, and his hands trembled slightly as he took the urn containing his son's ashes. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was blocked by the sob in his throat.
After a long while, he spoke with difficulty, his tone full of concern: "Xiao Lan, take care of yourself, don't be sad anymore, your health is important."
Song Lan's mouth curled up into an icy arc, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze into ice: "I know.
In the days ahead, I will let those who hurt my son experience what it means to be in tears and feel that life is worse than death. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the foreign bodyguard in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car. He was tall and agile, opened a black umbrella, walked quickly to Song Lan, and gently opened the car door.
Song Lan slowly got out of the car, took the umbrella, and said in fluent French: "You guys go back first, and I will arrange it for you at any time."
The bodyguard nodded respectfully, said "Yes, ma'am", and turned back to the passenger seat to get in the car.
The car started slowly and gradually drove away from Zidong International in the rain, leaving only a blurry shadow of the car.
Song Lan walked into the coffee shop next to the company again, walked to the seat where she sat last time and sat down familiarly.
At this time, a young waiter walked over quickly with a polite smile on his face: "Madam, what would you like to drink?"
Song Lan raised her eyes and swept her gaze across the waiter's slightly immature face: "Young man, are you new here?"
The waiter was a little embarrassed, his face slightly flushed, and nodded: "I'm sorry, ma'am, the manager's wife suddenly had to give birth, so he rushed back temporarily, so I..."
Song Lan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "It doesn't matter, I have a deposit, a VIP number, go ahead!"
The waiter responded politely: "Okay ma'am, please wait a moment."
After the waiter left, Song Lan returned to her cold expression. She took out her cell phone from her exquisite handbag, slid her slender fingers across the screen, found her brother Song Shijie's number and dialed it.
At this time, Song Shijie was video chatting with Mu Xiaoji on WeChat. On the screen, Mu Xiaoji was half leaning against the head of the bed, his face rosy and he looked in good spirits.
Song Shijie asked with concern, "Son, you look good today. How are you? You have multiple skin injuries all over your body. Are you still in pain?"
Mu Xiaoji smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "The stitches have been removed a long time ago, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it does itch sometimes."
At this time, Jiang Shuo poked his head out from the side like a little monkey. Mu Xiaoji put his arms around him and held his small body against his chest.
The father and son are in the same frame, the picture is warm and beautiful. Jiang Shuo opened his eyes wide and said crisply: "Grandpa, it seems to be raining in Kuncheng, please be careful when you go out.
You can rest assured about dad. I'm here and he won't lose a single hair.
I was the one who removed all the stitches on his body! I was so careful that Dad didn’t feel any pain at all.”
Song Shijie looked at his adorable grandson on the screen and couldn't help laughing out loud: "You little bastard is great, grandpa believes in you." Mu Xiaoji kissed Jiang Shuo's little head affectionately with eyes full of doting.
At this moment, Song Shijie suddenly caught a glimpse of the flashing caller ID "Xiao Lan" on his cell phone screen.
His expression tensed, and he hurriedly said to Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Shuo, "Stinky treasure, there's a phone call coming in. Son, I won't say anything more. Let's talk another day."
Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Shuo smiled brightly and said in unison: "Goodbye, Grandpa..."
"Well, Dad, bye!"
When Song Shijie saw that the caller ID was his sister Song Lan, his heart tightened and his finger quickly pressed the answer button. His voice was full of uncontrollable excitement: "Xiao Lan, where are you? With your brother..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Lan's tired voice came from the receiver: "Brother, I'm in the coffee shop downstairs from the company."
Hearing his sister's voice, Song Shijie felt relieved a little, but he still couldn't help worrying.
He responded quickly: "Okay, I'll be right down." After hanging up the phone, Song Shijie stood up in a hurry, and the chair slid out behind him.
He didn't bother to tidy up the messy documents on the table. He walked out of the desk in two steps and headed towards the office door.
He came to the exclusive elevator, pressed the button quickly, and stared at the elevator floor display screen with anxiety in his eyes.
The elevator door finally opened slowly, he stepped in, and his fingers skillfully pressed the floor button for the underground garage.
As the elevator was descending, he kept looking at his watch with one hand in his pocket, his eyes fixed on the decreasing numbers, silently praying that the elevator could go faster.
After arriving at the underground garage, Song Shijie quickly walked out of the elevator and walked towards the elevator door of the coffee shop with ease.
Soon, he arrived at the elevator door where the coffee shop was located, walked straight into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator slowly rose, and with a "ding" sound, the door opened.
Song Shijie strode into the lobby of the coffee shop. He looked around the lobby eagerly and soon caught sight of his sister's familiar figure.
Song Lan was seen sitting quietly in the old place alone, wearing a black lace dress, which made her figure look even thinner.
Her face was a little pale, and her eyes revealed deep fatigue and sadness. Song Shijie walked quickly to Song Lan and sat down on the chair opposite her.
He looked at his sister and said softly and concernedly: "Xiao Lan, what are you doing..."
Song Lan took a sip of the coffee in front of her. The bitter taste spread on her tongue, but it could not dispel the grief in her heart at all.
She raised her head, looked at her brother, and said softly, "Brother, take me home! I want to see my mother."
Hearing his sister's request, Song Shijie felt a pang of sadness in his heart and his eyes turned slightly red.
He said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'll call Lao Rong right now and ask him to drive over to take us home."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, and with trembling fingers he dialed Lao Rong's number, and said in a trembling voice: "Lao Rong, drive over to the coffee shop immediately and take Xiao Lan and me home..."