Yi Xiangxi never felt that raising a child was so hard.
When the child was healthy, he jumped around like a small flower of the words, bringing comfort. Moreover, there was a servant at home, and she was studying at school during the day, so she had the energy to have fun... He didn't need to worry about anything, he just looked at the child.
I am happy, I am happy too.
But this time the child had a fever and was in a daze all night, and the servants left on holiday again. Even if they were at home, it was useless. He kept putting fever patches on his child to observe the development of his condition. The child wanted to drink water when he woke up...
...Trouble with all kinds of trouble.
After struggling for so long, Yi Xiangxi was very tired. I don’t know how long I had been napping, but suddenly I was woken up by a scream: “Ah…”
He immediately opened his eyes and saw the child sitting up from the bed and pushing the quilt away. His little face was full of sweat: "Dad... Sister Mai is dead... Sister Mai is dead..."
"Silly boy, how could Sister Mai die?"
"I dreamed that Sister Mai died...My sister was covered in blood...Really, Sister Mai died..."
The child cried loudly, and his body was trembling in shock: "Dad, really, Sister Mai is dead..."
Yi Xiangxi knew that she had thought about her day and night dreams, and she was particularly fragile when she was sick, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Silly child, dreams are the opposite... How could Sister Mai die? Sister Mai won't die..."
"But, I dreamed that Sister Mai was covered in blood... Sister Mai was really dead... Woo woo woo woo woo..."
It was an extremely heartbreaking thing to hear the child crying so miserably in the middle of the night. People who don’t know what kind of abuse the child has been treated.
"Sister Mai is fine, it's really fine...Sister Mai is just too tired. She wants to be alone..."
"Dad, take me to find Sister Mai, I'll go find it right away..."
If it were in the past, Yi Xiangxi would have taken her there immediately, but now it is late at night, and for other reasons, he just patted the child's back and said softly: "Look, you have a cold, cover it and don't even freeze it.
I'm ready... I'll be back if Sister Mai..."
"Really? I'm really going to be back if I get better?"
"Really, Daddy is like you promise."
The child was tired of crying and fell asleep again.
However, Yi Xiangxi could no longer sleep. He was quietly guarding the child. The child's face was full of tears and he couldn't sleep peacefully. Although he was a child, his mother and daughter were in deep love and were healthy and lively.
He can make a little man, now he is sick, instinctively only thinks about the people he is closest to. No matter how much his father serves, how can he be compared to Qiao Xiaomai, who has been dependent on each other for many years?
Only then did she deeply understand the hardships of raising children. Over the years, she has to raise children and earn money to support her family. How did she survive the same woman?
I feel infinitely sad and regretful, but I just hold my head up, so bitter that I feel astringent.
It was finally time to be in a daze in the morning, but the child woke up and opened his eyes and cried: "Sister Mai...Sister Mai...Sister Mai still hasn't come back...Dad, you lied to others, you
He said I woke up and came back..."
Yi Xiangxi hurriedly, but saw that the child's lips were dry and cracked, his little face was so red that he was burning, and his clear nose was flowing. Because he kept coughing and running nose all night, he kept wiping, and his nose was red, and he got up.
The dry and cracked molting made the whole person shrink, pitiful.