Back in the ward, Lu Anyi hugged Lu Zhenyang and lay on the hospital bed. When she left, she opened the window to let the room breathe. Now that she came back, she felt that the room was cool.
Walking to the window and preparing to close it, she accidentally glanced down and saw Xia Tingyi and Xia Hong standing under a lush tree downstairs, talking to each other.
He waved his hand and felt a little excited.
Lu Anyi didn't mean to peep into other people's conversations. She reached out to close the window and poured Lu Zhenyang a cup of hot water. After Lu Zhenyang drank the water, she asked Lu Anyi, "Mom, will Zhang Mofei come this weekend?"
Lu Anyi said, "She said to come."
"I have many books for her."[
"What book?"
Lu Zhenyang pointed to the pile of books on the corner of the sofa, "Those are my picture books. There are also many toys that I have only played with a few times. I don't know if she wants them."
Lu Anyi heard this and asked curiously, "Yangyang, you like those books, why are you so generous and want to give them to Feifei?"
"Mom, I feel like I will be like Yinyin and leave you like grandma. Zhang Mofei said she likes everything I like, so I want to give her the things I like now."
Lu Zhenyang's words made Lu Anyi almost lose control of her inner emotions and start crying. She tried not to cry and held Lu Zhenyang's hand. "Yangyang, don't think so. If you say that, your mother will be sad and sad."
The child said this, and she couldn't be like those parents. She was also afraid when she saw her critically ill child crying all day long. She swallowed tears in her stomach every day and could not express her sadness through tears.
This further tells the child that he, like other sick children, will leave his parents and this world forever one day.
Lu Zhenyang is inherently different from normal children. He thinks more maturely about everything and sees problems more far-reaching. Of course, this is only compared to children of childhood age.
"Mom, it really doesn't look like I'm going through chemotherapy anymore. My hair has fallen out. Yin-Yin also lost all her hair at first like me and then left, right?"
After all, Lu Zhenyang was still a child. When he said these words, he didn't feel afraid at all. It was like death had just arrived in another place. Perhaps the most terrifying thing was facing the painful chemotherapy again and again in his heart.
Xia Tingyi didn't chat with Xia Hongzheng for long down there. It seemed that less than half an hour later, she came up and faced Lu Zhenyang, still smiling.
Lu Anyi was so sad about what Lu Zhenyang told her just now that she had no intention of thinking about other things. She dragged her forehead with one hand and sat on the sofa. Xia Ting told Lu Zhenyang about the recent developments in her pursuit of Jiang Ming.
Lu Zhenyang also smiled and paid attention to her, saying that the next time Jiang Ming came to see him, Lu Anyi would call Xia Ting and ask her to come too.
When Xia Ting left, Lu Anyi sent her to the door. Looking at Xia Ting's slender back, Lu Anyi thought of the moment she saw just now. She was really similar to Pei Yifeng. She always liked to bury things under the covers.
heart.
She didn't know how many things this strong woman had buried in her heart, but she always showed her happy side to others, and she was an encouragement to others.
She is deep when she should be deep, sometimes restrained, and sometimes gives the impression that she is unruly,