Xiang Nuanyang nodded seriously and said, "Of course I want to know. I have been looking for them for so many years, but there is no news. My elder sister has lost her precious life for me, and I have to know how to be grateful."

Si Hanyu pondered for a moment, "Then you must be better for Uncle Lu when you meet him in the future."

What is this? Xiang Nuanyang thought stubbornly, but did not understand what he meant. Si Hanyu sighed, "Nanyang, listen carefully, Uncle Lu is the person you have been looking for. The eldest sister who saved you is actually Uncle Lu's daughter - Lu Nuanyang."

"What!" Xiang Nuanyang was stunned when she heard this news. She had thought about countless possibilities, but she never thought that Uncle Lu was the person she had been looking for!

She kept taking deep breaths, and finally asked with trembling hands: "Si Hanyu, are you talking about true? Is it really Uncle Lu?"

Actually, when she asked, she was already sure. Yes, no wonder when she told Uncle Lu that she was called Xiang Nuanyang on the first day of reporting, a trace of indescribable emotions flashed across Uncle Lu's face.

Teacher Gao once told her that Uncle Lu’s daughter also left at such an old age. She slapped her head, why are she so stupid!

Si Hanyu looked at Xiang Nuanyang in a daze and said worriedly: "Nanyang, Uncle Lu, Aunt Lu has lost his only child. Now Uncle Lu is sick. Should we hide this? Or is it better not to be stimulated?"

Xiang Nuanyang sighed and responded: "Si Hanyu, are you still hiding something from me?"

Si Hanyu shook his head and denied in panic, "No...No."

"Tell me, you stutter whenever you lie." Xiang Nuanyang looked at Si Hanyu. She felt keenly that Si Hanyu might have found more things, but he did not tell her everything.

Si Hanyu sighed, knowing that he could not hide it anymore, so he could only confess, "Uncle Lu, Aunt Lu, cares very much about the matter of the child, and may not be very friendly to the person who makes his daughter lose his life."

Xiang Nuanyang understood, but in fact she understood it very much. If this matter was above her, she would not be able to forgive her. After thinking about it, she said to Si Hanyu: "I understand, you are right. We can't let Uncle Lu be stimulated, so we should keep it confidential first."

Si Hanyu finally let go of this worried heart after she finished speaking.

As soon as she arrived at the hospital, Xiang Nuanyang's heart became tight and she had no initial calmness at all. Looking at Lao Lu lying on the hospital bed, she felt guilty and distressed.

Lao Lu was like he was ten years old. His originally sparse hair turned a lot white, and he was erected on his head in a mess. His face turned pale and his lips were abnormal. Xiang Nuanyang's tears instantly fell. She grabbed Lao Lu's hand, "Uncle Lu..." As soon as she called out her name, she choked up.

Lao Lu's brows moved, and Aunt Lu saw Xiang Nuanyang sad, and also became sad.

Although this was the first time I met Xiang Nuanyang, she had known Xiang Nuanyang in Lao Lu's mouth, especially this name, the name that was kind at first... it was the same name as her baby daughter.

"Child, stop crying. Your Uncle Lu has nothing to do. It's just a cerebral infarction. The doctor said that you can just open your blood vessels when you are hospitalized, don't be afraid." Aunt Lu's voice was very gentle. She was obviously sad, but she was comforting Xiang Nuanyang.

Xiang Nuanyang was in a very complicated mood. Seeing the two old men taking care of each other, but there was no son or half of their daughters around him, they were immediately sad. Their happiness was deprived of themselves. If the eldest sister had not saved her at that time, now Uncle Lu would have children to take care of her.

"Aunt Lu... I'm sorry." She felt so guilty that she could only bit her lips and say something without any end.

"Silly child, your Uncle Lu's illness is his own reason. Why do you apologize? Don't feel uncomfortable. I'll wash some fruits for you. Your Uncle Lu is sick and can't eat anything." Aunt Lu still had a gentle expression.

Xiang Nuanyang felt extremely bitter inside. If they knew that they were the culprit who made them lose their daughter, would anyone still be so gentle to them?

Uncle Lu, can you still love yourself as much as you love your children?

In Xiang Nuanyang's eyes, the old road is like a father. Xiang Nuanyang, who has no relatives since childhood, cherishes and is nervous about this rare family affection.

The hand holding Lao Lu trembled slightly, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Aunt Lu couldn't help but be moved, "If my daughter is still here, you will definitely be good friends. She works in the community like you, also known as Nuanyang..." Speaking of this, Aunt Lu's eyes turned red. Looking at Lao Lu on the hospital bed, she remembered her deceased daughter again. She was full of sorrow. She peeled the apple and handed it to Xiang Nuanyang, then went out, touched and wiped the tears.

Xiang Nuanyang was even more painful, and the voice in his heart was about to come out, "Uncle Lu, Sister Nuanyang saved the little girl... it was me."

Lao Lu's hand shook, but the man still didn't wake up. He silently said to Nuanyang: "Uncle Lu, please forgive me. In the future, I will take good care of you and Aunt Lu, just like my sister is still there."

After saying that, she put the apple on the table, stood up and left the hospital. She didn't dare to say anything more. Now, even if she had a word, she couldn't say it.

What's more debt than depriving other people of their children of life? She will never be able to pay it back in her life.

Si Hanyu did not leave. He thoughtfully said goodbye to Aunt Lu, and then left. Aunt Lu returned to the ward with red eyes. Seeing that Old Lu had woken up at some point, he looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Aunt Lu asked, "What are you thinking?"

Uncle Lu hesitatedly replied: "I seem to dream of the warm sun in our house..."

After saying this, the silver-haired couple looked at each other and burst into tears.

Xiang Nuanyang, who returned to Chunfeng Lane, was difficult to return to work. She was in a daze, and the past always appeared in front of her. All the hatred pointed directly at the Du family. She was not blessed since she was born, and her mother was abandoned, and the people who were good to her were left one by one. Now Uncle Lu is also sick and has no children around her who take care of him.

Xiang Nuanyang even felt that he was really like a disaster star, and no one around him was spared.

"Si Hanyu, I may really be a star of the despair. Old Mrs. Du is right." She said in a low voice.

"No, you are not. If you were born in someone else's family, you are also a treasure held in your hand. It is their fault that makes you live a bad life." Si Hanyu comforted.

At this moment, he was also very nervous. He used to bully this poor girl and even hurt her. It undoubtedly added another darkness to her sad life.

If he could do it again, he would never do such a bastard thing. He would definitely add a touch of warmth to her cold life like others.

Xiang Nuanyang didn't know what he thought and expressed his gratitude for his comfort, but he couldn't get over the obstacles in his heart. She looked at Si Hanyu and asked softly: "If Uncle Lu knew that I was the one who killed his daughter, Uncle Lu would blame me? Will he hate me?"
Chapter completed!