585: This is a good situation: Waiting for tired, isn't it?

One of the largest Internet cafes in the coastal neighborhood is in the game hall.

The game went into a break for a period of time.

Zhang Ziming drank the rest of the water, knocked out a cigarette and lit it, turned the chair to discuss the strategy of the second half with the little guy.

Jiashu said, "Brother Ziming, I want to go home." ”

"Isn't your mother on the right track? It's only ten o'clock, and she allowed us to go home at twelve. ”

"I think...... Not good. ”

"What's bad?"

Xi Jiashu's eyebrows were twisted, his little face looked solemn, and he hugged his sister who was constantly writhing in his arms, "Ah Bao has called a few times, and I am also a little panicked." ”

"Huh?"

"Mommy is so happy tonight."

"It's Christmas today!"

"It's different, she's so good at talking just now...... And ......, Brother Ziming, let's go back! Xi Jiashu led his sister, and as soon as he turned around, little Jiabao ran up by himself.

Zhang Ziming strode over with long legs and picked up the little guy.

The three of them got into the car outside, and in ten minutes, the car arrived downstairs.

Zhang Ziming got out of the car with Jiabao in his arms and looked up: "Isn't this a light?" ”

Xi Jiashu didn't speak, and his snow-stained little boots stepped into the yard with a bang.

Garbo broke free of Zhang Ziming and staggered behind.

When the door was opened, Xi Jiashu shouted to Mommy, but no one answered, his heart was beaten, and he quickly opened Mommy's bedroom.

The bedroom was very clean and no different from usual.

"Auntie?" Zhang Ziming came in from outside.

"Not in ......" Xi Jiashu's little face turned pale, and he went to his room next door, but there was no.

"Brother Ziming, mom is gone!"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Ziming frowned and took out his mobile phone.

The bell rang in the bedroom.

Zhang Ziming walked into the bedroom full of women's fragrance and found the flashing mobile phone.

At this moment, his face also sank.

"Where's Mommy?" The six gods of Xi Jiashu have no master.

My sister Garbo was already humming and crying.

"Don't worry, I'll ask the neighbors and the landlord."

Zhang Ziming stepped out of the living room, and as soon as he walked to the steps, someone called him.

It was the Ukrainian landlady uncle, the Chinese aunt in the next yard standing on the street outside, and several neighbors wearing thick cotton jackets, flashlights and wooden poles.

"You're there too! Come here! The landlady shouted out of breath.

The Chinese aunt looked anxious: "There was an accident at the port, someone jumped into the sea or fell into the sea, the news just came, we are close, hurry over before the ambulance comes, can you help......"

Zhang Ziming definitely.

Stunned, Xi Jiashu ran down, and shouted with a pale face, Mommy!

Zhang Ziming looked back at the bright and clear room, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

……**……

Rushed to the port, where there were a lot of people around.

Xi Jiashu squeezed in desperately, and what he saw made his small body unsteady.

Zhang Ziming walked behind with Garbo in his arms, and he immediately sealed Garbo's eyes.

Garbo heard her brother's cry, and her little hands were scratching and struggling, like a little wolf hysterical.

Zhang Ziming handed the little guy to the person next to him, stepped forward to hold down Jiashu, who was out of control, and immediately grabbed the flashlight of the passerby, squatted down, and didn't dare to touch her anywhere for a while.

"Nope! No, it won't! Mommy! Mommy! Xi Jiashu couldn't stop crying, and stepped forward to pounce on the wet figure.

"Jiashu, don't touch her, Jiashu, you are obedient!"

"How did Mommy fall into the sea? Who pushed her down! Mommy...... Wake up! Don't want me and Po anymore? Woo, wake up, wake up! ”

"Jiashu, calm down and let me check." Zhang Ziming hugged the little guy away, tightened his thick eyebrows, and raised the flashlight again, he suddenly saw the tranquility on her frostbitten face, and the corners of her mouth.

Then he understood everything.

……**……

It was an eight-hour operation.

……**……

Three days later, in the early morning.

Zhang Ziming took a cold shower in the bathroom of the hospital, and his eyes were still blood-red.

After nibbling on a loaf of bread and hurried to the main desk of the nurses' station, the blonde young female nurse smiled shyly at him and pointed to the two little guys behind him in Russian: "I slept well, the little handsome guy is too tired." ”

"Thank you for watching." Zhang Ziming handed a breakfast to the nurse.

Bypassed the main station, lifted the small blanket, and stroked Bao's little curly hair with his index finger, he frowned, and then he had to find a way to wash the little guy's hair, oily.

This little movement didn't wake up Bao, but woke Jiashu up.

The child opened his eyes suddenly, and called Mommy.

"Shh Zhang Ziming whistled.

Xi Jiashu rubbed his eyes, there was a row of marks on Qing Yuerya's little face, he carefully let go of his sister's little fat hand and slipped it down gently.

The young man rubbed his eyebrows, ran to the door of the ward barefoot, and the female nurse chased after him, "Xiaoshuai, it's not time for ward rounds yet." ”

"Come over for breakfast." Zhang Ziming ordered.

Xi Jiashu didn't know the taste, with a sad and serious face, "It's not scientific, the attending uncle said that Mommy has a lung infection, what does it have to do with her brain not regaining consciousness?" ”

Zhang Ziming spread his hands, "Master doesn't understand science. Oh yes, your aunt is at the airport. ”

Jiashu held his face and did not react.

At this time, the main station sounded the sound of dripping.

The female nurse was still checking, Jiashu's eyes were sharp, she saw it at a glance, shook off the bread in her hand, and crossed the corridor barefoot, "It's Mommy who woke up, and the monitor has changed!" ”

"You're wearing shoes!" Zhang Ziming roared in the back.

The door of the ward was pushed open with a bang, and the monitors inside rippled and jumped, Xi Jiashu ran to the bed, not daring to move, his long eyelashes were fixed, and he looked carefully at the pale woman on the bed.

When her eyelashes and fingers made subtle movements, Xi Jiashu's eyes were moist, and she tiptoed to the edge of the bed, and whispered in her ear: "Mommy? ”

Aya seemed to have escaped the beam, she opened her eyes suddenly, and was poked by the light, and the corners of her eyes tingled for a while.

When she opened her eyes again, she could see everything around her clearly, and she saw her son who was in tears beside the bed, Ziming staring at her with arrogance, and the little bib daughter who stumbled over from behind.

She was in a trance, and it took her time to remember what had happened to her.

When the attending doctor examined Aya, Xi Zilin came.

She asked Zhang Ziming to take Jiashu Jiabao out.

The door to the ward was closed, and it was quiet.

Aya was in a trance, and before she could speak, she was slapped in the face.

Xi Zilin's slap was not heavy, and she didn't show mercy because she was worried about her condition.

Aya's face was tilted to the side, and it turned red from oozing white, and quickly swollen high.

Xi Zilin was so angry that the corners of her eyes were red, and she walked back and forth twice to stabilize her mood, but when she looked at Aya, her eyes couldn't help but redden, and she finally looked away.

She suppressed her choked voice and spoke fiercely and tremblingly, "I know you miss him. Aya, I also know that you can't hold on, two years, you have exceeded my imagination. But as a mother, you are derelict in your duty! The two children are half the age and not the youngest, and one is still waiting to be fed, you are too ruthless and decisive. Xiao Shu is seven years old, he understands everything, he will be sad in his heart. Even though Garbo is still young, if you don't save it this time, when you grow up, Garbo asks her mother, how can Xiao Shu tell her as an elder brother? It's all my brother's flesh and blood, you love him to the marrow, but the two children are his continuation, why don't you understand. ”

Aya covered her eyes tiredly, gradually shrugged her shoulders, and cried bitterly.

Xi Zilin warned her semi-threateningly: "I will send someone to keep an eye on you, Ziming is a big heart, I can't believe it!" If you have this kind of thought again, I will bring my two children back home! I do what I say! ”

Aya breathed pantingly, tears in her eyes.

It was half a month after the lung infection and the abdominal organs were recuperated.

Her body is still weak, but fortunately, she has grown plump in the past two years, has a foundation, and can support her.

Xi Zilin returned to China on the day she was discharged from the hospital, delaying her for a long time, and Aya felt deeply sorry.

When parting, Xi Zilin warned again, Aya's face was calm and calm, she looked up at the sunlight in the sky, she didn't know what she was thinking, she sighed and nodded.

Xijia Xiaobin was closed for a month.

For the remaining half a month, Aya tried to repair her relationship with her son and daughter, and she was the sorry party and carefully got along with the two little ones.

Garbo is still young and ignorant, she only knows that Mommy is seriously ill, she can't be angry, noisy, she has to be obedient, and she can't pester Mommy to feed.

Xiao Shu ......

Aya was much more worried in her heart.

Although he also talked to her, Xiao Shu had been angry for a long time, and Aya knew it.

Xiao Shu is smart and wise, precocious and calm, but at the same time, the child's heart is quite sensitive, he is a little adult with his own ideas.

A month later, the Chinese restaurant opened its doors and was open as usual.

ushered in the Lunar New Year, this year had a strange atmosphere, and the group members ate dumplings at night, but no one dared to go out.

The people sent by Xi Zilin to spy on Aya also celebrated the New Year together.

This made Aya feel embarrassed, she had a criminal record, but she was embarrassed to send someone away at this time, so she had to get along so stiffly.

Spring has passed in the blink of an eye, and summer is coming.

Summers in Ukraine are as long as winters, and the climate near the sea is tepid.

By the summer, Aya was too lazy to run seven kilometers to the market every day.

She is a little cold, she is sluggish in summer, she doesn't like to go out, Garbo is restrained by her, and there is less chance to go crazy, in the early summer month, the mother and daughter are raised like snow, and Garbo has gained three pounds.

Aya contacted the local school for Xiaoshu, and was busy changing the clothes for Xiaopandun.

It was just the most ordinary summer afternoon, and the weather was not good, with a few thin clouds hanging in the sky, and sometimes a breeze blowing in the muffled heat.

Aya waited for the little milk bag to eat lunch, consumed most of her energy, changed her clothes and let Garbo try it, and the little bastard didn't know where to hide.

She was searching the house when she heard a knock at the door.

It was short, only one sound, as if the people outside were not in a hurry, and she wondered if she had heard it wrong.

As soon as her hand stopped, she put down the needle and thread, took off her myopic glasses from her ears, and brought down a few soft hairs, she got up early and was lazy, her long hair was only knotted with ribbons, and she was busy with housework in the morning, and it was already loose.

She got up and went to open the door.

The wind outside the house blew her face, she was familiar with the smell of the sea, the sun was half-hidden behind the clouds, the sky had lost its golden light, some white, but the light was a little dazzling.

It didn't take long for her to notice that something was wrong with the smell between her noses.

She was standing in the threshold of the threshold, and in a trance she realized that there was a shadow in front of her.

The man stood on the steps, horizontally with her, so that the shadows were thick and thick, and she saw first a pair of slender cloth shoes, yes, not leather shoes. Navy blue trousers, wrinkled, with a washed white denim shirt on top, didn't fit well, as if borrowed, and she almost couldn't bumble her vision, and at once she jumped over his navy blue T-shirt, over the Adam's apple, which she had been most obsessed with, and lifted her eyes to see his face.

I didn't see my facial features clearly, and I was blocked by a black cap.

But he spoke, and the voice lingered in her ears, buzzing, as if far away, as if near, hoarse and slow, and he called out to her: Aya.

She took a step back.

He raised his eyes slightly, this movement was also slow, and when Aya touched those amber eyes, his thin lips moved slightly, and he sighed softly: "Wait for tired, aren't you?" ”

She didn't move.