Yi Xiangxi originally wanted to stop her from making a sound, but he changed his mind and did not stop her.
The child stretched out his little hand, gently touched Qiao Xiaomai's face, and whispered: "Sister Mai, I am here, can you hear me calling you? Sister Mai, I am with you every day...and so is dad.
Looking after you, dad said that when you get better, he will listen to you in everything and he will take us to many places to play...Sister Mai, did you hear that?"
Qiao Xiaomai still had his eyes closed.
Yi Xiangxi stared at her pale face. Even in her sleep, she looked very uneasy, with faint traces of tears on her face. She had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.
He said in a low voice: "Sister Mai won't wake up for a while. Let's go out first and wait for her to have a good rest."
"But Sister Mai didn't open her eyes. She hasn't seen me yet. She didn't wake up until we left. What should we do?"
"Silly boy, didn't the doctor say that you can't stimulate Sister Mai?"
The child whispered: "How could I stimulate Sister Mai? Sister Mai will definitely want to see me immediately when she wakes up... Didn't Dr. Wang also say that? Sister Mai will get better quickly when she sees the person she wants to see...
…”
Yi Xiangxi was about to tell the child not to disturb Qiao Xiaomai's rest when he suddenly saw that pale hand quietly grabbing Xiaobai's hand. The movement was very light. He just heard his voice and refused to open his eyes.
.
"Yeah, Sister Mai is awake...Sister Mai, Sister Mai...Sister Mai..."
Not knowing whether he was happy or sad, he held his breath and quietly exited.
The child was so ecstatic that he didn't notice that his father had gone out quietly. He rushed over and said, "Sister Mai, Sister Mai... You finally woke up. I'm so scared... Sister Mai, are you feeling better? Your head still hurts."
Doesn’t it hurt? Where else do you feel uncomfortable?”
Like a very long nightmare, Qiao Xiaomai opened his eyes, even his eyelids were laborious. It was not because of pain, nor because of sadness, but just tiredness, very, very tired. Only the little man next to his ear radiated.
Sweet breath, soft warm hands, warm little face pressed against her, crisp voice: "Sister Mai, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
She could only hear the child's calls, but her throat was dry and she couldn't make any sound. She could only try her best to hold her little hand, as if this was the only way to gain a little more support.
"Sister Mai, do you want to drink water?"
She shook her head weakly. The special care took care of everything before leaving. She was not thirsty or hungry. With the injection of nutrient solution, her body functions were slowly recovering. However, she could not lift up any strength in her whole body, and her whole body was drained.
As if.
"Sister Mai..."
In her ears, there was only the sound of Sister Mai, the child's warm and urgent voice, full of worry, making her unable to rest peacefully even in a groggy nightmare. It was as if a hand was firmly tugging on her sleeve.
Vaguely, I remembered that when my child was two years old, I sent her to the nursery and when I turned to leave, because I said "bye" to her, it turned out that
The smiling child suddenly realized that the separation was coming, and immediately burst into tears. He chased after her and grabbed her clothes tightly, refusing to let go no matter what. No matter how the teacher coaxed, it was of no avail... That time, she hardened her heart and walked away for a long time.
Far, far away, until the child's cry could no longer be heard, and he couldn't help but run back, and saw the child still squatting in the corner wiping tears...