Praying constantly in her heart, she carefully blew the warm silver porridge in the spoon: "Uncle Yun, let's eat." She fed it into Uncle Yun's mouth, her expression was full of tenderness.
Seeing that spoonful after spoonful of porridge was almost finished, Mr. Yun...
Haha, think about it, how can there be such an effective medicine?
It’s not a magic medicine!
Besides, Mr. Yun may have other illnesses. Sometimes I feel that I am really naive. The Yun family is so rich, how could they not know what kind of illness Mr. Yun has? Why should I show off my abilities and worry so much?
Sighing, her soft little hands grasped Master Yun's calloused hands...
Logically speaking, rich people’s hands shouldn’t be so dry and full of calluses…
Looking at Master Yun's skin, although he should be slightly older than Fang Heng, it is obvious that Master Yun is much older than Fang Heng...
Is it because of the torture of his illness? Or did Mr. Yun suffer a lot when he was young?
"Uncle Yun, I seem to have hurt a friend's heart, but I want to protect her. If it were you, would you choose to hurt her and protect her? Or would you choose to be friends with her and watch her get hurt?
What if you can’t protect it?”
Although I know that Mr. Yun will not answer, at least I feel much better after saying it...
Sitting on the chair, a shy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle Yun, shall I sing for you?? Maybe I can't sing well, so don't scold me then."
"cough"
"Clouds from my hometown..." Han Yi'er's voice was like the sound of nature, shaking the whole bedroom. Even the birds outside seemed to be infected by her dazzling voice, chirping together with her.
Get up: "The flowers are blooming... Relatives and friends at home, I hope you will come back... The clouds in the distance... are they beautiful... Why don't you... come back..."
Halfway through the song, Han Yi'er's tears welled up in her eyes...
This song is a unique song for parents in my hometown, and it is also the only song that my mother gave to me.
Every time I sing this song, I think of the desolate scene of my mother leaning on the doorframe, looking at the clouds in the distance, waiting for my father to return!!!
Mother……
It may be a relief for you to lose your mind now, but do you know? For Yi'er, even if you ignore Yi'er, Yi'er still hopes that you will be healthy...
"Pa ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta" The tears that were strong and unbearable flowed down her fair cheeks uncontrollably, and continued to drip on the back of Master Yun's hands...
Sudden……
Han Yi'er clearly felt that Master Yun's hand was holding her hand tightly: "Uncle Yun???" He stood up in a hurry and clearly saw two lines of crystal clear tears left in the corners of Uncle Yun's eyes.