Chapter 1250: Ning Mo An Fanwai (261)
"I'm Ning Mo'an, I'm here to see you. ”
Ning Mo'an held Wen Huizhong's hand and looked at her directly.
Wen Huizhong muttered to herself: "Ning Mo'an, Mo'an, Mo'an......"
She began to repeat Ning Mo'an's words, which surprised the two of them.
Wen Hui's performance in this way shows that she can hear their words and does not block herself.
"Yes, Grandma. I'm Mo'an, do you remember, I used to like to go to Qian's house to play with you, you always make delicious cakes and desserts for me, and say that I am a little gluttonous cat. ”
Ning Mo'an didn't treat her as a patient, and opened her mouth playfully and cutely.
She hopes to use this way to shorten the distance between herself and Wen Huizhong as soon as possible.
Wen Huizhong's brain, which has not been used for a long time, slowly turns, like a rusty steel wire, it takes time to restart: "Cake, my grandson likes to eat cake." ”
She stammered, her speech was not very clear, but Ning Mo'an and Qian Cheng still heard it.
Qian Cheng didn't know how to describe the feelings in his heart, over the years, he even thought that his grandmother might really be like this, but now he saw hope.
Even so, Grandma still thinks about him.
Ning Mo'an nodded: "Yes, Qian Cheng likes to eat cakes the most, I begged you to help me chase him, you specially taught me to make his favorite Black Forest, and praised me for being smart, I can learn it." I later brought the cake to Qian Cheng, and he liked it too. ”
She used simple words word by word to form pictures to help Wen Huizhong recall.
The memories gradually pieced together, and Wen Huizhong's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Cake, cake ......"
"I'm going to make a cake for Ah Cheng to eat, and he likes to eat my cake the most. "Ranwen
Wen Huizhong opened her mouth vaguely, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became, and even held the armrest of the wheelchair, desperately wanting to stand up.
She has been in a wheelchair for two years and wants to stand up, where is it so easy.
Although Qian Cheng has always ordered someone to help Wen Huizhong do rehabilitation training to keep her muscles from necrosis, it still takes some time to walk independently like a normal person.
Seeing that she wanted to stand up, Ning Mo'an hurriedly stepped forward to help.
While holding Wen Huizhong, she opened her mouth and agreed: "Okay, let's make a cake." ”
Ning Mo'an looked at Qian Cheng and asked in a low voice, "President, is there a place to make cakes here?"
She felt that Wen Huizhong was in a high mood now, and she should be asked to give it a try, maybe she could think of more things.
"The kitchen should have. ”
In fact, Qian Cheng is not very clear.
Every time he came, he only went to two places.
One is Wen Huizhong's ward, and the other is Wen Huizhong's favorite back garden.
Ning Mo'an continued to ask, "Where is the kitchen?"
She tried her best to support Wen Huizhong, although she didn't look heavy, but Wen Huizhong hadn't walked for too long, and now she couldn't do anything at all, so she could only put all her weight on Ning Mo'an's body and move forward by her.
This is not a simple matter for Ning Mo'an, a woman who is just ninety pounds.
Qian Cheng looked at her cheeks, which were flushed with exertion, and frowned.
He walked to the other side and tried to hold up Wen Huizhong's other arm, but she resisted and shook it off.
Wen Huizhong yelled: "Don't touch me, don't touch me......"