After completing the formalities for Xiaopenyou's entrance examination to the military school, I was somewhat relaxed, even if she couldn't go to the ideal university, there was still a back road to the military school.

She has been thinking about going to Nanjing to find her cousin Xiaolong, to be admitted to Nanjing University of Science and Technology, from last year's admission score line bean child is still a cut away, these days a model results down, bean child consider 449, a line 468, Nanjing University of Science and Technology is a college, the gap is not very big, bean children's recent learning enthusiasm has improved, the old machine and smart machine are locked in the dormitory.

I went to the school yesterday to see her, the phone was turned off and I couldn't get in touch, only to know that in order to control herself, her mobile phone was locked in the dormitory, and she could only take a look at it at night and during the noon break. (2018.3.28 This is a diary that was just halfway written yesterday.) ）

Yesterday morning, I was busy all morning, and I didn't have a good rest at noon, just when I went to work, I received a call from the bean child, and I had a stomachache during the period, and I still had a pain to vomit.

I had to hurriedly ask for leave to visit the school and feed the medicine. I helped wash two pieces of dirty clothes and a few pairs of smelly socks, and when I saw that the child was still uncomfortable, I took it home again.

In the evening, I cooked some millet porridge with the old ginger brown sugar I made before, barely drank a bowl, and ate a few bites of the zongzi I made. The zongzi are still made with the big red beans I brought back from my hometown two days ago. The big red beans were picked up by my mother from the ground one by one, and the last time I went back, my mother forced them back for me, they were very delicious, but I was reluctant to eat them, and my mother picked them up one by one.

Before nine o'clock in the evening, I bathed the bean child, washed his hair, dried it, and went to sleep. I'm tired enough, so I'm going to take a break.

Just fell asleep, I heard the bean child shouting "Mom", in his sleep a second up rushed over, the little pot friend said disgusting, the throat seemed to be blocked with a mouthful of things, or want to vomit, so he took the basin and continued, spit out a little zongzi and millet porridge that he ate at night, saying that it was better.

I didn't dare to give anything to eat anymore, I didn't even take any more medicine, and I put a hot moxibustion patch on my lower abdomen and lumbosacral region to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and settled down to sleep.

Since then, the abdominal pain has gradually eased, and the child who has been severely sleep-deprived fell asleep for a while.

I woke up before five o'clock in the morning, thinking that my child hadn't eaten last night, so what should I eat in the morning? noodles, rice dumplings, millet porridge, white rice porridge, bread?

Later, I decided to cook a pot of white rice porridge first, then a stove of bread, and then heat a rice dumpling. 6:30 When everything is ready, wake up the child.

The little pot friend said that he was so weak, such a big person, he vomited all the things he ate at noon yesterday, and he didn't eat for almost a day, how can he have energy support?

After eating half a bowl of white porridge and a few mouthfuls of zongzi, he said that he couldn't eat it and had no appetite, packed a large bread, and hurriedly drove to school with a warm bag of milk.

Along the way, the little pot friend was in good spirits, and the little mouth kept chattering all the way.

Xiao Penyou is actually quite persevering, and can lose weight from 140 to 124. I only said that I would run 1200 meters tomorrow, 30 sit-ups, and planks and no meat for dinner, and I still admired it in my heart. My old man has grown 15 pounds of meat in the past two years, and he can barely lose it, he can't control his mouth and can't open his legs.

I have been watching the child walk into the school gate before turning around and driving back, thinking along the way: there are not many opportunities to watch the child walk into the school gate, and it won't be long before the child will fly out of my field of vision, start his own life, and fly alone, my heart is full of loss and sadness.

In addition, several cross-river bridges in Nanning are closed for maintenance, and the Huluding Bridge is a mess, and it is difficult to move to the unit for an hour.

In this world, only our parents love us unselfishly.