When the first bright light shines into the thatched house in the morning, you can see the fine dust jumping in the air.
Cheng Zhongqian's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a "home" that could no longer be broken.
Cheng Zhongqian: "..."
He still had memories of what happened yesterday, but his mind couldn't wrap his head around it. Now that he was feeling much better, the belated disgust also came to his mind.
His throat felt itchy and he coughed twice uncontrollably. Cheng Yun, who was sleeping on the other side of the wooden bed, immediately woke up and pushed Cheng Yi's legs away from him.
"Dad, are you feeling better?" Cheng Yun's voice was slightly hoarse and he was still confused.
Afraid that his father's fever would get worse at night, he didn't dare to close his eyes all night. He lay down and squinted for a while in the early morning.
Cheng Zhongqian nodded and raised his hand to touch his throat, only to find that he was holding a small black stone in his hand.
He frowned: "What is this?" His voice was hoarse and rough, the sequelae of the wind and cold.
Recalling the scene last night, Cheng Yun smiled softly: "Ling Bao gave it to you, saying that he would wish you to get well soon. It seems to be really useful. Dad, you are indeed well."
Nonsense.
Cheng Zhongqian shook his hand in disgust, because he couldn't control his strength very well, so he accidentally used it too much, and the black stone that should have been thrown to the pillow fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"father!"
Cheng Yun was startled and quickly picked it up. Fortunately, it didn't break, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain it to Ling Bao.
"Dad, be careful, what if it breaks?"
Cheng Zhongqian didn't mean it, but he couldn't admit it. He thought in disgust, isn't it just a piece of broken stone?
So he put on a "bored to death" expression, looking like he was about to explode at any moment.
Alas, my father's temper is getting worse and worse.
I miss my former father.
Cheng Yun sighed in his heart, then stood up to boil water.
Opening the door, I saw a thin and small figure in the yard, holding a broom bigger than myself, sweeping away the snow and clearing a path in front of the door.
It's Lingbao.
I don’t know how long I have been busy, but the tip of my small nose is covered with beads of sweat.
"Brother, you're awake!"
Lingbao spotted Cheng Yun cleverly, dropped his broom and jumped on him, his red face filled with the most innocent joy.
It seems that just being able to see him is the happiest thing in the world.
Cheng Yun rubbed her head, and Ling Bao narrowed her eyes slightly, like a kitten that had been stroked. Her elder brother's hand felt so comfortable.
I really hope that big brother can rub it every day.
"Are you tired? From now on, we can just let the brothers do this." Cheng Yun wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose.
"You're not tired, Ling Bao can do it!"
She is eager to prove that she can do many things, and does not want to be a dragster or be thrown away.
Cheng Yun walked into the kitchen and found that the hot water had already been boiled.
It is self-evident who did it.
How much did the little girl do all morning?
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Cheng Zhongqian raised his head sadly.
Ling Bao hid behind Cheng Yun, with only his little head exposed, and he looked at his father cautiously.
Will Daddy like her?
Daddy looked towards her with half-open eyes.
Lingbao held his breath and blinked his round eyes nervously, Daddy...
The next second, Dad looked away without any emotion.
Lingbao...Lingbao pursed his lips in disappointment.
Doesn't daddy like her? But she likes daddy so much.
When Cheng Zhongqian drank water, Lingbao was at the side cheering him up.
Not sad, not sad, dad is just not familiar with her yet, he will definitely like her in the future, that's how it was in the dream!
Lingbao had 120,000 trust in the dream that helped him find his father and brother.
She moved over in small steps, put her little hands on the side of the bed, and asked earnestly: "Daddy, are you feeling better?"
Cheng Zhongqian didn't pay much attention to her at first.
She was semi-conscious the whole time yesterday, but she just took a look, but she was hiding behind Cheng Yun and wasn't dressed up, so she thought it was a boy.
When you open your mouth, it is soft and glutinous, clear and sweet.
girl?
Cheng Zhongqian's eyes changed instantly, and his hoarse voice even had a hint of sharpness: "Where did the little girl come from?"
It's like I remembered something bad.
Cheng Yi, who was woken up, yawned and said, "My eldest brother picked it up yesterday. Dad, didn't you see it too?"
It reveals a little bit of the meaning of "forgetting it so quickly, it depends on your memory".
Unfortunately, Cheng Zhongqian didn't care about this silly boy.
He just said coldly: "Throw it out. Throw it back where you brought it from!"
Lingbao's whole doll was dumbfounded.
She hugged Cheng Yun's thighs tremblingly, tears falling down her cheeks.
Daddy hates her, why?
Cheng Yun quickly knelt down and hugged her, gently caressed Ling Bao's back with his palms, and whispered to comfort her not to be afraid.
"Dad, she is alone. If she is thrown out, she will not survive."
Cheng Zhongqian said indifferently: "That is also her life and has nothing to do with you."
Cheng Yun said: "But she met me."
This is her life too, isn't it?
Cheng Zhongqian gasped in anger, pointed at him and asked: "You, are you determined to go against me?"
Cheng Yun quickly shook his head, he was not an unfilial son.
"But Dad, it's too cold outside. It's the dead of winter. If you throw her out now, she will freeze to death."
Cheng Yun looked at the little girl clinging to him, he couldn't kill her.
"Big brother......"
Ling Bao gets closer, and only her elder brother can make her feel at ease.
Cheng Yun added another word: "Besides, Dad, the porridge you ate yesterday was made by Lingbao."
One good thing about his father is that he doesn't like to owe favors.
A bowl of porridge is also a favor.
Sure enough, Cheng Zhongqian's expression froze, and he glared at his eldest son out of breath, but said nothing.
Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
Because when his father thinks that the favor of this bowl of porridge is repaid, he will still chase Ling Bao away.
After all, he has not been able to see children since that incident.
Before it happens next time, Cheng Yun has to think of any way to convince his father to keep Ling Bao.