Two days of heavy rain washed over the city, bringing the originally sultry weather into the cold.
The door was opened, and Su Yan walked into her daughter's room wearing an apron.
Looking at my daughter, who was lying in bed today differently from the past, a flash of shock first flashed in her eyes, but she soon returned to normal.
He raised his hand and lightly pressed against the wooden door frame.
Open your mouth and shout softly.
"Yao Yao."
"Yao Yao, it's time to get up and eat."
"..."
After shouting a few words, Su Yan shut up and the room became silent.
Su Yan stood at the door for about three seconds, frowning slightly.
Go forward.
Wiping his hands on the apron, he came to the bedside and bent down, stretching out his right hand and placing it on his daughter's shoulder.
Shake it up.
"Get up and still sleep."
"Well……"
Under her mother's shaking, a slightly tired response came from An Yuanyao's mouth, and her closed eyes slowly opened a crack.
He looked at a face that was far away from his own.
He blinked and opened his eyes completely.
"mom……"
"Don't sleep, it's time to go to school."
Seeing her daughter wake up, Su Yan straightened her bent waist and walked towards the door, talking as she walked.
"What's going on in the past two days... I like staying in bed more and more. I get up quickly to wash my face and brush my teeth."
As her mother's words reached her ears, An Yuanyao also sat up.
He put his hands on the thin sheets and looked towards the door.
Somewhat lost in thought.
He stayed like this for a long time, then slowly turned his head towards the window.
Looking at the closed window.
Looking out the window at the scene that I have seen many times...
Dream... is so real.
Uncontrollable...
He gripped the sheets tightly.
Wrinkled.
Su Yan put the prepared breakfast on the table.
Compared to her, An Quancheng, as the head of the family, is obviously much more leisurely.
Sitting on a wooden chair like a landowner.
He was leaning on his back and holding a newspaper in his hand.
With his eyesight already declining, he squeezed his dry eyes, squinted and stared at the news in the newspaper with an expression that looked like constipation.
The youngest son of the family, An Qianxun, was sitting on the stool, playing with his bowls and chopsticks.
This made Su Yan, who had just brought over the big bowl of rice porridge, very unhappy.
Deliberately dropped the bowl heavily on the table.
There was a muffled sound [bang].
At the same time, An Qianxun, who was playing with a bowl, trembled all over.
An Quan Cheng also subconsciously tightened his body and tightened his grip on the newspaper.
He peeked at his wife who let go of her hand.
Looking at that unhappy expression that looked like murderous intent.
The corner of his mouth twitched without any trace.
"Someone is like a landlord early in the morning. He doesn't even know how to hold a bowl."
The tone was very calm.
But his squinting gaze was like a sharp blade, directed at An Quancheng's old face.
Hearing his wife's oblique complaints, An Quan Chengyouzai's mood changed a little at this moment.
Sighing, he folded the newspaper in his hand very depressedly and placed it on the table.
He stood up and left his seat, walking towards the kitchen without saying a word.
An Qianxun clasped his hands and stared blankly.
When she walked out of the house, An Yuanyao looked a little haggard.
My energy and energy are not as full as last week. After the baptism of the weekend, I feel a little tired.
Walking towards the bathroom with small steps.
I took the washbasin, took some hot water, and mixed it with some cold water.
Splash it on your cheek.
This made her wake up a little bit.
"call……"
After exhaling a breath, his eyes widened a lot, staring at the water patterns in the basin that gradually stabilized.
Slowly raise your head.
Looking at myself in the mirror.
Her beauty is still there, and unlike the noble woman in her dream, she looks extremely young now.
But...when I think about the future in my dreams.
The eyes that were bright just now also dimmed a lot at this moment.
After being dull for a long time, I simply washed up, dried myself and left the bathroom.
Walk towards the dining table.
Sat down.
Seeing his daughter appear, An Quancheng's originally depressed mood suddenly became much happier.
He picked up the bowl and filled it with a bowl of rice porridge.
"How many spoonfuls should I add today?"
Asking his daughter this question, An Quancheng unscrewed the sugar bowl containing sugar and took the spoon inside to add sugar.
"..."
Today, An Yuanyao obviously had no intention of eating sweets. After hearing her father's question, she just shook her head slightly and reached out to take the bowl held by her father.
Use a spoon to scoop up a spoonful and blow on it.
Put it in your mouth.
Putting down the spoon, he reached for a hard-boiled egg.
Peel off the egg shell and break it with both hands.
Squeezing the egg yolk into his brother's bowl.
Chewing the protein silently.
He looked very worried.
This move made An Qian so happy that he ignored the food in his mouth and used a spoon to scoop up the egg yolk that his sister had just squeezed for him.
Put it in your mouth and chew it.
Compared to their son's joy, the Ans apparently noticed something unusual about their daughter and stopped eating for a while.
Look at each other.
As if the communication was completed in his eyes, he immediately focused his eyes on his daughter's face.
Su Yan took the lead, stretching out her arm and touching her daughter's forehead with the back of her hand. After taking it back, she touched her own forehead again.
Compare the temperatures.
He asked with a worried tone in his voice after making sure he didn't have a fever.
"Are you feeling unwell? Why do you feel listless?"
"No……"
After swallowing the rice porridge in her mouth, An Yuanyao looked at it.
responded.
"I just don't have much appetite...I'm full."
After saying that, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, got up and went back to the house to pack up the books.
Just as his daughter left, An Quancheng also put down the spoon in his hand.
He shouted hurriedly towards his daughter's back.
"Eat some more, just two bites, and the buns made by your mother..."
"..."
However, his words failed to elicit a response from his daughter.
Watching his daughter return to the house, An Quancheng's face suddenly fell, and he looked at his daughter's bowl depressedly.
He reached out and brought it over, pulled a little bit and put it into his bowl.
The remaining half was given to my wife.
"This child...has seemed to have no energy since Sunday..."
"Didn't it go well when I went out to play with you two the day before yesterday?"
"Who knows what happened……"
Picked up the egg and picked at the shell.
Buttoned and stopped.
His eyes widened a lot.
"I see!"
"..."
The sudden opening of her mouth frightened Su Yan, and she looked at her husband's sudden awakening with confusion on her face.
"What do you know?"
"It's that boy!"
Just as he gritted his teeth and said this, when he thought of the dark-skinned boy he met by the river, An Quancheng's anger suddenly welled up in his heart.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my daughter became like this after chatting with the other party.
Looking at his wife, An Quancheng was very reluctant and said to her sadly and angrily.
Describe to her the scene when her daughter met Liu Changqing the day before yesterday.