I stayed in the hospital and moved from the previous hospital to Xiaoye's house.
Mu Shiqin once disagreed, but my similar behavior to Xiao Ye proved my determination.
Looking at the blood on my wrist, I knew he had compromised.
In the first half of my life, I lived for myself and struggled with myself, but when I saw Xiao Ye, I realized that I was actually just as selfish as Mu Shiqin.
I don’t know if I regret it too early or too late at this moment, but there is always an inexplicable loneliness in the maze-like city. You never know what you will miss. All kinds of coincidences and misses about pursuit weave the melancholy and sadness in the urban jungle.
Weak. I can only prove my love for this child in my own way.
"Xiaoye, what are you looking at in front of the window?" I stood side by side in front of the window like him, seeing the blue sky, the white clouds, and the happy children outside. I don't know what this child is looking at, but
I can feel his lonely and longing heart.
"Xiaoye, you want to go out too."
"Do you want to hear the laughter of those children?"
"You also want to try the real love from your parents, not the incomplete love I gave you, right."
The relationship between two people is like knitting a sweater. It is built stitch by stitch, carefully and for a long time. In fact, I know that Xiao Ye is not really unable to speak. I can feel his true emotions. I hold him tightly,
Feeling his heartbeat, only at this moment did I feel that he was alive and a living person.
Do you know? Xiaoye, how much I want to kiss away the sobbing crystal in the corner of your eyes, and kiss away the freshly remembered pain deep in the soul due to the wasted years in the vast darkness. The sad strings of the piano are covered in dust and under the moonlight.
, the jade-colored butterfly in the shadow of lilacs
Holding a branch of budding love, in the clear blue midnight, my thoughts are tapped by the sound of hoofbeats. Passing through your eyes and hugging your dream, the moment when the red dragonfly escapes from the palm. The small paper boat swaying in the night in the candlelight is getting more and more plump.
Expectation touches the wind, rain and fences.
But the blood and bones, the nerves and the skin, the thick woolen sweaters inside the thick cotton coats. They are obviously very heavy people. How come they were blown away by the monsoon wind?
"Mrs. Lian, it's time for Xiaoye's infusion." There was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged nurse in a white coat pushed the door with a shelf.
"How's it going? Is Xiaoye okay?" The nurse smiled softly, picked up the IV drip stand, and placed it next to Xiaoye.
"Hey, after working in the hospital for so long, this is the first time I have seen a child like this."
The nurse looked at me and sighed a little: "It's so pitiful that such a young child suffered such a blow."
I smiled sadly: "Yes, you are so young, you shouldn't have to endure this. If you didn't have a mother like me."
My voice was erratic and soft. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I felt Xiaoye's body move.
"Actually, I can't blame you. Mr. Lei is already like that. It's not easy for a weak woman like you to raise a child."
The nurse smiled at me with a sighing expression. "But fortunately you have a better home now. That gentleman seems to care about you very much."
I looked at the newspaper on the table and smiled casually. Maybe the best way for a person is to be quiet. Even if he lives alone, he travels through cities one after another, walks one street after another, looks up at the sky after another, and witnesses one scene after another.
A farewell. So I can finally say frankly that I am finally not so persistent.