"Nothing happened, right?" I raised my head and looked at him, with longing and fear in my eyes.
He kissed my forehead, with distress in his eyes: "Ruoxi, nothing happened, everything happened to me!"
I decided to hate him very much, but every word he said still gave me the strength to stabilize.
"It turns out nothing really happened, great, great!"
I murmured softly, really afraid that like last time, seeing the pale eyes in my hands would make me collapse and make me crazy.
"Ruoxi, what did you dream about?" He asked me softly, stroking my hair.
My heart froze, and I suddenly thought of Liancheng on the CD. I suddenly pushed Mu Shiqin away and ran towards the computer.
When I pressed that button, I stopped
I don't know what I'm afraid of
I don’t know what I’m holding back on.
Until a deep voice came
"Are you looking for this CD?"
I turned around suddenly and was stunned when I saw the CD in Mu Shiqin's hand.
It turns out everything is true!
My heart twitched for a moment, and I asked softly and tremblingly: "Has Xiaoye been here today?"
I beg God not to let the dream come true
I beg God not to torture that poor child
If possible, I would be willing to shorten my life by ten years
I begged bit by bit in my heart, and I saw Mu Shiqin's eyebrows furrowed: "What Xiaoye?"
"Have Xiao Ye been here? Have you been here today?" I walked up quickly, grabbed his hand, and asked hastily.
"Ruoxi, what's wrong with you?" Mu Shiqin touched my forehead with worry in his eyes.
"Tell me quickly!" I yelled at him, my tone a little higher, and suddenly I touched his hand that was about to ring the alarm bell. A quick voice came, and doctors and nurses swarmed over.
"Miss Ye, what happened?"
I looked at the shocked expressions of a large group of people and walked forward: "Is there a little boy here today? Is there any?"
Seeing that they were silent, I grabbed the little nurse who was serving me and said hurriedly: "Ms. nurse, did you see my son coming? Did you see a little boy wearing cartoon clothes coming?"
Seeing how they didn't speak, I became even more wary: "Speak, you guys speak!"
"Miss Ye, what are you talking about? What child?"
The nurse's sweet and confused voice came, and the rest of my eyes, which were also misty, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Get down!" Mu Shiqin waved them away and walked to my side.
"Ruoxi!" He hugged me and walked towards the bed, with a hint of thoughtfulness on his face: "Rest, you are tired!"
I'm not tired, I'm not tired. As long as Xiao Ye is fine, it doesn't matter what happens to me.
I was in his arms, crying with joy.
Sadness is like an indescribable heat embedded in the heart, which cannot be expressed. Sadness that can be expressed is not sad. No one can understand the feeling of losing something and finding it again. When you dream about good things, you will be disappointed when you wake up. But
When you dream of something that scares you and wake up to find that it was just a dream, how happy you should be. Regardless of whether God heard my prayer or not, I am grateful to God for not letting me lose Xiao Ye again.
Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop. Those things that we have never forgotten are forgotten by us in the process of never forgetting them.
The early morning sunlight shines into the sky and earth through the window, like a newly born baby, exuding the power of new life.