Su Rong's eyes never left her son Wang Jun.

After the son came out of the master bedroom, he went straight into the kitchen and took out a small bowl.

I took out a bowl of vegetables, took a piece of cake, and chopsticks,......

Everything was done in an orderly manner.

"Are your feet alright?" asked Su Rong in a cold voice.

The chopsticks in Wang Jun's hand fell to the ground--, "Mom, you're scared me to death!" No, it's not good, I just forgot, I forgot the pain!"

"Do you have a ghost in your heart?"

"No, what the hell can I have?"

"Then what are you nervous about? Quick, put your foot over and let Mom see!" Mom's order is not to be disobeyed.

"Mom, my feet stink!" Wang Jun looked at Su Rong's stern and familiar face, he was still a little scared, although he was reluctant, under the pressure in his heart, he sat down obediently and stretched his injured foot in front of his mother.

"Mom hasn't been disgusted with the you've been since you were a child, and you're afraid of smelly feet, so bring it!"

This time, Su Rong didn't feel distressed, three times and five divided by two, and the wrapping on Wang Jun's feet was lifted.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Facing his mother's stern questioning, Wang Jun knew that he couldn't hide it, so he lowered his head.

Although he was hesitant, he still said what he really thought in his heart.

"Mom, I, I, I didn't mean to, I just wanted you to stay, I'm afraid you're going to leave me and Dad again, I, I, I don't want to eat instant noodles. ”

"What's the matter with the blood?"

"The blood is my dad's. ”

"What's wrong with your dad, he's hurt?"

From his mother's face, Wang Jun saw the concerned eyes again.

"Well, he's going to see it yourself,..."

"Wang Bonian, Wang Bonian!" Before her son finished speaking, Su Rong had already gotten up and walked quickly to the master bedroom, shouting her ex-husband's name loudly as she walked.

"What are you shouting, what are you shouting?" Wang Bonian appeared at the door with a decadent face, and his tone was very impatient.

Su Rong's attitude towards Wang Bonian was not only not angry, but chose to ignore it.

Rushed over and grabbed her ex-husband's gloved hand.

Wang Jun was dumbfounded.

Then, the corners of his mouth lifted an upturned arc, and with a smile, he looked at everything in front of him.

He was amazed at the accuracy of his mother's judgment.

The most important thing is that he can see that his mother is eager and concerned in her behavior.

"Oops, you tap, it hurts!"

Remove the glove, revealing the injured index finger wrapped in red cloth.

No, it's not a red cloth, it's a white cloth.

The reason why it is still recognizable as a white cloth is entirely because of the white edge that is wrapped.

Red is blood.

Su Rong frowned, "Does it still hurt?"

Supported by his ex-wife's soft little hand, Wang Bonian felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time.

It is also the feeling of having it, not cherishing it, regretting it, and now longing for it.

Soft, sweet, warm......

"Doesn't hurt, hehe......"

Despite the pain, he still laughed out loud.

Wang Bonian shook his head, and said a lie that was not against his heart at all.

"It doesn't hurt! It's all soaked!"

Su Rong's fingers gently caressed the blood stains that came through, and the feeling was cool and wet.

She turned to Wang Jun, "Son, why did you give your dad a bag!"

After complaining about his son, he complained to his ex-husband, "Go to the hospital, what's in this bag? Don't get infected again! You two can really make do!"

"No, no, you untie it for me, there is medicine at home!"

Wang Bonian shook his head, he suddenly remembered that he had bought a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao last year.

"I don't know how to use the medicine, you two are stupid! Where are you? I'll get it!"

"My dad didn't say it!" Wang Jun made excuses for his roughness.

"I patronize and forget, hehe... , Oh, in Xiao Jun's house, in the bedside table, Xiao Jun went to ......"

The son ran into his bedroom with a cigarette.

Su Rong didn't speak, and rolled Wang Bonian's eyes with the white of her eyes.

I forgot about the medicine when I took care of the pain, I think you don't know the pain, you only know the smirk, what a stinky man!

After using half a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, the wet blood was finally completely covered and no longer seeped outward, and the powder was simply wrapped three times with ordinary toilet paper.

Wang Bonian still wanted to wear gloves, but was stopped by Su Rong.

"Okay, okay, there's no outsider at home, who to wear it for, just cool it, breathable, okay fast!"

Wang Bonian looked at his ex-wife with some doubts, there are no outsiders at home! Aren't you an outsider?

"What to see, eat!"

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"Let's eat, Lao Zhang!" Liu Guifen called her husband to eat, but she sighed, and she had no appetite at all.

Even though I didn't eat much in a day, I didn't feel hungry.

The medicine that Zhang Shan got back was not of much use.

My son ate two meals, the fever did not go away, and he had a slight cough, which seemed to be showing signs of aggravation.

Zhang Shan sat down, calmed his face, picked up a steamed bun, looked at it, and put it down again.

My son's condition is not as good as my own judgment.

If it's in normal times, it doesn't matter, the key is that this time is not right, and the fever and cold at this time are easily reminiscent of the new crown pneumonia.

Liu Guifen hesitated for a moment, and then stopped, "Lao Zhang, if it doesn't work, let's..."

"You person, if you have something to say, don't babble and spit out, not at all!" His wife's hesitant attitude caused Zhang Shan's displeasure.

"No, let's go to the hospital?"

"Hospital? no, that place is more dangerous than home, our son can't be that disease, how is it possible, you think, aren't we both fine!"

After Zhang Shan finished speaking, he paused for a while, feeling that the words were still not thorough, "Look, wife, I think so, let me take medicine every day at night, drink more water, cover the quilt, sweat well, I won't sleep tonight, just stay by my son's side, what do you think!"

In Liu Guifen's eyes, her husband's image suddenly became taller.

A father's love is like a mountain.

This feeling, all of a sudden, became so intimate.

She felt the wetness in her eyes at this time, took out a tissue, and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Thank you, Lao Zhang!"

"Thank you, I always say I don't like to hear things, I'm my own father!"

Zhang Shan said, picking up the steamed bun again, "Don't worry, let's eat, after eating, you cook a bowl of noodles, beat a poached egg, and give it to your son to eat while it's hot, this kid hasn't eaten much for a day." ”

"Hmm!" Liu Guifen nodded emphatically, as if she agreed.

"This man is just like an animal, no matter what disease he gets, as long as he eats, he can be cured, if he doesn't eat, he will definitely be doom,......ed!"

While eating, you can't stop Zhang Shan's mouth.

This man, who usually rarely speaks in the unit, has endless words to talk to his wife.

Before going to bed, under the supervision of his father, Zhang Tiantian drank the third meal of the day.

"You go to the toilet first, pee, don't get up for a while!" Zhang Shan told his son that he wouldn't sleep well after taking the medicine, and he would get up and do this and that after a while, he would sweat like a fart.

The father's protection was not in vain, and soon after the son lay down, he began to cry out for heat.

"Dad, I'm hot!"

"Don't move even if it's hot, be obedient, hold on! ”

Zhang Shan tugged his son's quilt again, and wiped the temperature on his son's forehead with the back of his hand.

I clearly feel a fine layer of sweat beads, sticky coolness.

The fever subsided.

Zhang Shan had a reassuring smile on his face, "Son, how do you feel?"

"The sweat has subsided, I was soaked just now, Dad, you go to sleep, don't keep it. Zhang Tiantian lay quietly, carefully feeling the tranquility and comfort in the bed.