"Mom, why do you always look at me like this?" Lu Zhenyang was lying on the bed, holding Lu Anyi's hand and asked curiously.
Lu Anyi was lost in thought. When she heard Lu Zhenyang asking her, she immediately came back to her senses, smiled and found an excuse to say, "I was looking at who Yang Yang looked like."
Hearing this, Lu Zhenyang said without hesitation, "I definitely look like my dad. Do I need to say that?"
As if it was a matter of pride to look like Pei Yifeng, that little face was full of embarrassment. Lu Anyi's face changed obviously when she heard Lu Zhenyang say that she looked like Pei Yifeng.
But when she saw the expression on Lu Zhenyang's face, she couldn't help but smile happily. It was great to see the child's smiling face like this. She reached out and touched Lu Zhenyang's little head, and said with a smile, "Go to sleep." [
Lu Zhenyang blinked his big round eyes and looked at Lu Anyi, and asked, "Mom, how many more days will I have to stay in the hospital? I feel like I'm fine. Can I go back tomorrow?"
Lu Anyi paused for a second, then immediately returned to her smiling expression and said, "No, the doctor said that your severe anemia is caused by your picky eating. You have to stay in the hospital for a few days to recuperate, do you understand?"
Lu Zhenyang nodded obediently, "Yes, I understand."
Lu Anyi kept gently stroking Lu Zhenyang's hair in front with one hand, looking at the bed with melancholy eyes, at the sleeping little man. The long eyelashes were motionless, and the pink and white face was shiny under the light.
It makes people want to kiss it.
Lu Anyi said silently in her heart, 'God, why are you so cruel? We Yangyang are still so young, how much pain we will have to endure next. If possible, let me bear it for him.'
Zhang Xue hurried over with Aunt Yue early the next morning. It was Lu Anyi who told Jiang Ming to inform Zhang Xue in the morning. It was almost dark after settling down yesterday.
Zhang Xue found the ward and opened the door and went straight to Lu Zhenyang's bed. He nervously touched Lu Zhenyang's body all over. "Yangyang, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Tell grandma quickly."
Seeing how nervous Zhang Xue was, Lu Zhenyang suddenly got up and stood on the bed, danced for Zhang Xue, and then said, "Grandma, I am now strong enough to kill half a cow. Don't worry."
Seeing that Lu Zhenyang was bouncing around in good spirits, the nervous expression on Zhang Xue's face relaxed a little, and he reached out to stop Lu Zhenyang from continuing to punch, "Oh, don't swing around, be careful of falling."
Lu Zhenyang sat down obediently and looked at Aunt Yue who was standing next to Zhang Xue. Aunt Yue was holding a thermos bucket. He asked with a sly smile, "Grandma Yue, what is that you are holding? Is it good?"
Food?”
Hearing this, Aunt Yue lifted the thermos bucket high and shook it with a smile, "Guess."
"You bring a thermos bucket for either food or drink. What's there to guess? Anyway, it's just like that if you drink too much soup and water." Aunt Yue rarely wanted to play tricks, but little kid Lu Zhenyang didn't give her a chance.
Ordinary children will definitely clap their hands and say, 'I guess it must be delicious? Right? Grandma Yue, just tell me, I really want to eat it.'
But little kid Lu Zhenyang obviously wanted to eat it, and there was still a little expectation in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and he was sure that Aunt Yue would definitely put it in his mouth after eating for a while.
Lu Anyi frowned on the side, with a dark face, and asked, "Child Lu Zhenyang, has anyone told you that you don't understand humor?"