The woman lying on the hospital bed obviously saw a different figure, but she did not speak or even move her eyes.
Yan Zisong approached slowly, his steps a little difficult.
When he walked to her bed, Ning Yabei once again stood up from the chair as if reluctantly, vacating the nearest seat.
"Are you awake?" He didn't speak smoothly, and it was even difficult to pronounce each word, which even seemed strange to himself.
Qin Xiaoman stretched out his hand with the needle in it and called out to his mother who turned around.
"Mom, don't leave, this person... who is he..."
I stayed in the hospital for a total of fifteen days.
Ignore Qin Xiaoman's cold and unfamiliar eyes every time during this period, his refusal to communicate with anyone except his parents, ignore Yan Zisong's eyes mixed with sadness and joy, and the contradiction every time he hesitates to speak.
The person who couldn't live in the end was Ning Yabei again.
When all the procedures were completed, Qin Xiaoman had already sat in the car with her father. Ning Yabei turned around and smiled gratefully or apologetically at the young man behind her.
"You...don't worry." She said simply, but had no intention of explaining further.
"No, Auntie. She will get better slowly. Besides, I don't think about anything else. I am only happy that she can recover." He lowered his head and looked at
The expression on his face is unclear.
"And thank you"
"Don't say that, it's what I should do. And...my father would do the same thing." He raised his head, but smiled awkwardly.
"Thank you dad for me..."
In the days that followed, life seemed to have returned to its original state.
Our daughter, who was already well-behaved, became more obedient. In other words, the child who didn't talk much at first became even more silent.
Basically, except for a few phone calls that Qin Xiaoman refused to answer, and the fact that he locked himself in the house and refused to receive visitors, everything else in this home seemed to have remained unchanged.
Of course, if it is not abnormal to stay in seclusion in your own room every day and refuse to go out, then the order of life can be classified as normal.
I don't know how long the normal pregnancy lasted, but the first person who couldn't help it was Ning Yabei, who had a fiery personality.
"Xiaoman," she held her daughter's hand, but her daughter's eyes were cast out the window. Ning Yabei sighed, "If you
I really like him, and my mother won’t object.”
She noticed that the delicate hand in her palm was stiff for a moment. Qin Xiaoman slowly turned around and said, "Mom, who are you talking about?"
Ning Yabei didn't answer, but said leisurely, "Xiaoman, mom just wants you to be happy, find a man who truly loves you, and be cared for throughout your life. If your happiness can only be tied to Yan Zisong,
Mom will not force you to give up on him. He is a good boy. No matter what happens in the future, he is sincere to you now, and Mom can see that."
"Mom, I don't know what you always tell me about this person." Qin Xiaoman turned his head and looked out the window again, "I remember last time, didn't you say that one of your colleagues had an aunt who wanted to give me something?"
Do you want to introduce someone? If it’s suitable, I’d like to meet you.”
Qin Xiaoman sat on the bed, turned around and looked at the set of clothes spread out beside him, hesitating, but still had no intention of changing into them.
Ning Yabei walked to the door, glanced into the room, and then looked at the clock on the wall.
"Xiaoman, didn't you say you wanted to go? Now that the time is almost up, why are you lingering?"