"Mom drinks my blood, isn't that good?" Zhang Mofei suddenly ran to Lu Zhenyang's bed and said with a naive look on his face.
Lu Anyi looked at the innocent but serious look on Zhang Mofei's face, feeling both distressed and sad, and took Zhang Mofei into her arms and lowered her head and kissed her fragrant and soft hair.
He said softly, "Fefei is still young, these are not what you are worried about."
"Damn mom, are you worried that I don't have enough blood?"
After Zhang Mofei asked, she didn't wait for Lu Anyi to answer and then shook her head and said, "Don't worry, I will get blood if I drink more water every day. I have a lot of meat and a lot of blood."[
Lu Anyi didn't say anything, hugged Zhang Mofei's little waist to help her clean her hair.
Seeing that Lu Anyi did not answer her words, Zhang Mofei looked up at Liu Xizi again, and curiously tilted her neck and asked, "Mom, can I drink my blood?"
At this time, Lu Zhenyang on the bed looked at the arm exposed by Zhang Mofei in disgust and said impatiently, "I don't want to drink your blood."
Zhang Mofei seemed to be angry, and yelled loudly with her mouth bulging, "If you don't drink my blood, then get up and play with me."
"You have to care." Lu Zhenyang gave Zhang Mofei a blank look and ignored anyone, burying his head in the quilt.
Lu Anyi reached out to pull away Lu Zhenyang's quilt, but Lu Zhenyang's little hand tightly held the quilt, as if telling them to ignore him.
Lu Anyi watched Lu Zhenyang cover herself in the quilt and sighed deeply in her heart. She knew that Lu Zhenyang missed his father and kept it in her heart. This kind of personality is innate and has nothing to do with age.
Liu Xizi felt a little embarrassed when he saw this. He also knew that Lu Zhenyang must be scared now. How could the children around him, who had left him one by one, how could they not think of their illness?
Until now, no one has ever mentioned the word "death" in front of him. Today, Zhang Mofei suddenly asked these questions that the adults had always been worried about. Not only Lu Anyi was heartbroken when she heard it, but even she couldn't help crying when she thought about it.
After a while of silence in the room, Liu Xizi said to Lu Anyi, "Anyi, I'll take Feifei back first, and come to see Yangyang another day."
Lu Anyi looked at the hospital bed, and Lu Zhenyang, who was still burying her head in the quilt, then nodded, "Okay, it's getting late, you can take Feifei back first, and you can bring her here when Feifei is on holiday."
"Um."
Lu Anyi stood up and took Liu Xizi and Zhang Mofei to the door of the ward, waved goodbye to them, "Goodbye Feifei."
"Goodbye Mom." Zhang Mofei's voice sounded tender and sweet, and it sounded very pleasant.
Suddenly, Lu Zhenyang's nervous voice came from the room, shouting loudly, "Zhang Mofei, you said you would come to take care of me during the holidays, and you are not allowed to lie to me."
This shout shocked Lu Anyi and Liu Xizi, and only Zhang Mofei rushed into the ward with cleverness and ran to Lu Zhenyang with a sweet smile on her face.
He raised his little finger to Lu Zhenyang, "I won't lie to you, we will hook you, I will take care of you, I will drink my blood, let's go to kindergarten together."
Lu Zhenyang stared at Zhang Mofei's raised little fingers with a stingy look at her, and did not reach out to hook her up, "It's as childish as my mother."
Lu Anyi felt that she was shot while lying down, and even though she was shot, she could only curl her lips and swallow her dissatisfaction.[