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Chapter 1955 Mom, I am Nian Nian (4)

Niannian has always been good at expressing herself. When Mu Sijue asked, he told the truth: "I want to sleep in my mother's room."

"No problem." Musijue said, "But we have to share a small bed together, are you willing?"

Niannian nodded without thinking: "I do!"

The bodyguards brought over a folding bed that was only 1.2 meters wide. For Mu Sijue and Niannian, who were used to big beds, this bed could be called a "mini" bed.

Mu Sijue signaled the bodyguard to place the bed next to Xu Youning's bed.

Think about it, in this case, he can pretend that he and his mother sleep in the same bed.

No matter how small the bed is, he can still tolerate it!

Before nine o'clock, Nian Nian yawned repeatedly, lay on Musijue's knees and said, "Dad, I'm sleepy."

Musijue closed the computer and put it aside, picked up the little guy and said, "I'll deal with the work after you fall asleep."

As soon as the little guy touched the bed, he got into the bed obediently, looked at Mu Sijue and said, "Dad, you go to work, I can do it!"

Mu Sijue tucked the little guy's quilt in: "Really?"

"Yes!" Niannian nodded affirmatively, looked at Xu Youning on the other bed, her voice was filled with happiness, "My mother is with me!"

Musijue raised the corners of his lips and kissed the little guy's forehead: "Good night."

"Good night, Dad!"

Nian Nian obediently closed her eyes, and then she quietly opened her eyes again when she heard the sound of Mu Sijue walking out and closing the door.

He turned over and lay on his side, facing Xu Youning. After a while, he said:

"Mom, dad said that when I was very young, I slept in this room like this."

"Mom, I have grown up a lot. Uncle Koshikawa said that I am already a big child. Please wake up and take a look at me..."

"Mother……"

Nian Nian said a lot intermittently, but Xu Youning, as usual, had no reaction.

Nian Nian was used to it and did not feel disappointed. Instead, she smiled and said:

"Okay. Good night, Mom."

The little guy closed his eyes, adjusted to a comfortable position, and coaxed himself to sleep.

When Mu Sijue returned to the room, it was almost eleven o'clock. The little guy was curled up in the bed facing Xu Youning, sleeping soundly.

After washing, he lay down next to the little guy, facing Xu Youning like the little guy, and closed his eyes.

The bed is too small, and it feels slightly crowded when sleeping. Musijue has always disliked this feeling.

However, at such a moment, this kind of perfect crowding made him deeply feel that he, Xu Youning, and the little guy in his arms were a family. Although they and Xu Youning could not hug, kiss or hug each other yet

And Mian. However, their hearts are very close.

This night, falling asleep became extremely easy for Musijue.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Xu Youning walked into Mu Sijue’s dream.

She woke up, and Musijue clearly saw her sitting on the bed, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Compared with four years ago, she is almost the same. She still has a charming smile and a pair of deer-like eyes that look smart and energetic.

She asked Mu Sijue how his life had been over the past four years.

Mu Sijue stretched out his hand and touched her face: "Tell me first, how have you been in the past four years?"

For Xu Youning, these four years have been like a long dream.

She could occasionally feel everything around her and hear someone talking or talking to her. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't move or make a sound, even though she had exhausted all her strength.

Niannian, Niannian... She often hears this name.

Later, she vaguely understood that Nian Nian was her and Mu Sijue's child.

Their child came to this world safely after she fell into coma.

She could feel that Nian Nian was growing up, from just babbling, to being able to call out "Mom, Dad" in a baby voice, to now being able to speak complete sentences and express herself.

However, she didn't know how old he was.

Maybe four, five or six years old, maybe already about ten years old?

The only thing she knows clearly is that no matter how old the little guy is, she has missed his most important growth process, which will be her lifelong regret.

And Musijue, she could often feel him by her side.

No, to be more precise, he was always by her side while she was sleeping.

Sometimes he would talk to her, sometimes he would talk about Nian Nian's situation, but sometimes he would just hold her hand and say nothing.

He has been by her side, waiting for her to wake up from her nightmare.

Every time he felt Mu Sijue, Xu Youning could feel his sadness at the same time.

The sadness was neither deep nor overwhelming, it just lingered lightly in the air and flowed into her heart along with her breathing, causing her mood to drop and her heart to tingle.

The stinging pain in my heart was, of course, because I felt sorry for Musijue.

The more distressed she felt, the more she wanted to wake up and soothe Musijue's sadness.

However, despite trying so many times, success is always elusive.

It was like she was trapped in a terrible nightmare, trapped tightly in a net and unable to break free no matter how hard she tried.

She wanted to cry, her eyes were obviously hot, but the tears just couldn't flow out, as if her tear ducts were blocked by something strange.

In addition to Mu Sijue and Niannian, she could occasionally feel other people.

For example, Su Jianan and Xiao Yunyun, Luo Xiaoxi and Ye Luo, and of course Shen Yuechuan and Song Jiqing.

Like Musijue and Niannian, they are her important sources of strength.

Whenever she feels very tired and no longer wants to fight against the nightmare, and wants to just compromise and sleep like this, they will become her strength, supporting her to not give up easily and continue to fight against the dream.

There were also many times when she regained consciousness after a long slumber, and it seemed like a long, long time had passed. The little ones had gone from speaking only one or two words to speaking simple short sentences.

Fortunately, no matter what, she was not swallowed by the nightmare and regained consciousness again and again.

She didn't know how long she would have to fight this dream, but as long as she could still feel everything around her, she would never give up hope.

Speaking of which, she seems to have seen a glimmer of hope recently.

Recently, she can not only feel the sounds and touches around her, but occasionally she can even feel the sound of wind outside the window and the sunlight beside the window.

She could even feel that it was early summer, although she didn't know what year it was.

Of all the recent perceptions, the voices and touches of Musijue and Niannian are the most obvious.

She knew that Musijue would come every day recently, telling her that she would wake up soon and that she should work harder to defeat the nightmare.

Niannian doesn't come here as often as Mu Sijue, but every time she comes, she can feel that the little guy is beside her bed, or sleeping next to her. When it is quiet, she can even hear his slight breathing.

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There were many moments when Xu Youning clearly felt that her heart softened and was full of tenderness.

If she is healthy, she will be reluctant to refuse any request of this child.

And now, this child made a heartbreaking request to her——

"Mom, I have grown up a lot... wake up and look at me."

When these words entered his eardrums, Xu Youning felt like his heart was cut by a knife.

She is a mother, and her child's request from her is as humble as just looking at him.

She has missed so many years of his growth, should she continue to miss him?

No, it can't be.

She wants to wake up and witness his growth from now on, participate in his childhood and his life.

Perhaps because the belief was strong enough, at that moment, Xu Youning clearly felt a force injected into her body.

With this strength, she tried again and again.

Finally, the world in front of us was no longer dark, replaced by the soft morning light.

She finally broke free from the nightmare and endless darkness, and saw the sunshine again.

Accompanying the sunshine is the sound of breathing.

The shallow, familiar sound of breathing shook her heart.

She had just woken up and had little energy, but she wanted to see her and Musijue's child so much that she turned her head along with the sound of her breathing, and a sleeping little face that looked like Musijue came into view.

The little guy looks so much like Musijue, but of course, Musijue is not as cute as him.

However, that brat is too rude. He is also her son, so he needs to be like her in some way.

If the little guy really doesn't look like her, it doesn't matter. She can just raise him to be as cute and lovable as she is.

Oh, no.

The little guy looks to be four or five years old, and she... is probably close to thirty. The word "cute" seems to be no longer applicable to her.

Xu Youning thought and tried to reach out and touch the little guy, just like the little guy used to touch her cautiously.

But, I really don’t have the strength.

It was also at this time that hot tears burst out of my eyes involuntarily.

Not because I was sad, but because I cried with joy after realizing it.

"Nian Nian."

Xu Youning called the little guy, his voice was very low and hoarse, like an adult who had just learned to speak.

She couldn't touch her child for the time being, but she could finally call him by name and look at him.

"Nian Nian..."

Xu Youning's voice was louder than before, although it was still a little hoarse.

Niannian went to bed very early yesterday, and the accompanying bed was not very comfortable. She woke up early in the morning, but she was unwilling to open her eyes and was half asleep.

Drowsily, he heard someone calling his name one after another.

It must be Dad or Grandma Zhou who wants to wake him up. Hehe, he won't be fooled!

Nian Nian closed her eyes tighter and shrank into the bed.

Squeezing into bed, Nian Nian felt something was wrong again.

That voice was not my father's voice, nor was it the voice of Grandma Zhou, nor was it the voice of my uncles and aunts.

Well, could it be...


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