After several long and painful hours of torture, the mother in the ward was finally pushed into the delivery room by the nurse. The family members followed, and the ward, which had been noisy for a day, finally fell silent.

"Yan'er, get up and eat." Cheng Yueying's voice called out to Nan Yan who was lying on the hospital bed.

Nanyan opened her eyes and saw Cheng Yueying, the nanny of the Chen family, and her face couldn't help but show a look of surprise, "Mother Cheng......"

"I'm here to replace Sister Song, she has stayed up for so long, and her body can't bear it." Cheng Yueying said.

"Oh."

Song Xiuru went home.

"You were asleep when I came just now, so I didn't bother you." Cheng Yueying said as she grabbed Nanyan's neck, "Come, let's lie down." Cheng Yueying pulled a useless pillow and put it under Nan Yan's neck, and Nan Yan turned over very slowly with her movements, lying on her back, panting slightly with her mouth open.

Cheng Yueying felt that what she was holding in her hand was not a person but a ball of cotton, light and weightless.

She carefully put Nanyan down, "I'll shake the bed up." ”

Her movements of shaking the bed became extremely gentle, for fear of making Nanyan feel uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Mother Cheng, I'm sorry for you." Nan Yan waved her hand to stop Cheng Yueying.

"It's my job, no trouble, no trouble." Cheng Yueying looked at Nan Yan and sighed softly, "Don't think too much, it's the right thing to take care of your body quickly." Look at how thin you are, a gust of wind can blow you away! ”

Nanyan pulled the corners of her mouth and moved.

"I've stewed chicken soup, you can eat it while it's hot." Cheng Yueying quickly unscrewed the lid of the lunch box with her hands and feet, and scooped the soup inside with the spoon she brought.

A mellow fragrance gradually permeated the room, and under careful sniffing, it seemed that a faint medicinal fragrance could still be smelled.

"This old hen is my relatives in my hometown to get it, now the vegetable market sells local chickens, most of them are hung in the name of a local chicken, in fact, they are all broiler chickens raised in the farm, the stew soup has no taste at all, the meat is not fragrant, unlike this authentic domestic hen, not only the meat is delicious, chewy, the stewed soup is delicious. Well, by the way, I added Codonopsis and Astragalus to this soup according to what Jiaqi said, he said that the soup made in this way is the most fragrant and nutritious, I used to stew soup for Director Chen and Sister Su to drink, they ......"

Cheng Yueying suddenly closed her mouth, covered her mouth with her hand, and looked back at Nan Yan in horror.

She is so reckless that she can't control her mouth.

Nanyan leaned on the pillow, her face looked very bad, she didn't seem to hear what Cheng Yueying was saying, until the soup bowl was brought to her mouth, she lowered her eyes and looked at the gold-colored oil beads in the white porcelain bowl.

"I'll do it myself." She refused Cheng Yueying's kindness to feed her, and served the porcelain bowl herself.

Her hands trembled a little, and Cheng Yueying stared at her nervously, her hands at her side, afraid that she would knock over the bowl.

She lowered her head, pressed her lips closer to the soup bowl, and blew softly. A layer of golden oil beads on top of the chicken soup were blown out in all directions in a fan-shape, revealing the white jade-like soup underneath. The bowl was steaming, and in just a few seconds, a thin mist of water stuck to her eyelashes.

She carefully took a sip of the soup against the edge of the bowl, and then she shuddered and stopped.

The rippling fragrance on both sides of the teeth and cheeks is exactly the same as the taste engraved in the memory, maybe a little different, and the taste in the memory seems to be more fragrant and longer after the aftertaste......

"Yan'er." Cheng Yueying sat down next to her.

Her nose was uncontrollably sore, her eyes were swollen and painful, she gasped sharply, and drank the bowl of chicken soup in a few sips.

After drinking, she stuffed the porcelain bowl into Cheng Yueying's hand like throwing away a hot potato, lay down reflexively, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sleep." ”

Cheng Yueying looked down at the two pieces of medium-sized chicken at the bottom of the bowl, and sighed softly at Nanyan's back, "I'll shake the bed down, you can sleep well." ”

Cheng Yueying accompanied Nanyan for a while after washing, and then went out with her mobile phone.

Afraid that something would happen to Nanyan, she didn't close the door, so she stood at the door and called Su Wei.

"Hmm...... Drank a bowl of soup...... OK...... Take your time......"

"Sister Su, what's wrong with you...... After the Nan family came to make trouble, you were not very good...... I'm worried about you...... You must remember to take your medicine...... Remember to take oxygen...... I prepared Director Chen's medicine and put it on the coffee table, wrapped it in white paper, and drank one pack at a time...... Okay, I'm not going to be verbose...... I'll be back tomorrow......"

Cheng Yueying's voice drifted into the ward intermittently, Nan Yan opened her eyes and closed them, closed them and opened them, and then repeated them several times, and finally couldn't help but stand up.

Cheng Yueying came back from the phone call and saw Nan Yan sitting on the edge of the bed, and couldn't help but stop in surprise: "Why are you up?" Want to go to the toilet? ”

"Mother Cheng, I have something to ask you." Although Nan Yan was short of energy when she spoke, her serious expression made Cheng Yueying feel a little nervous.

She looked at Nan Yan uncertainly, "You...... What do you want to ask? ”

When Chen Jiaqi returned home, Nanbei had already left.

He first confirmed that Nanbei had taken away enough asthma medicine, and then sent a WeChat message to Li Heguang and asked where Nanbei went.

I don't know if they were having dinner, Li Heguang's message was a little slow to reply, and there were only three cold words, "I'm here." ”

After 30 seconds, the phone screen went black, and he slowly raised his head and looked at his daughter's room.

This is the smallest yet most dreamy room in the house, decorated in pink princess style with delicate lace accents throughout.

At the head of her bed, there are many Disney limited edition dolls, these special shapes and expensive dolls he only recognizes Snow White, but Nanbei can pick up one casually and tell him for a long time.

What Ariel, what Tiana, what hairstyle, dress, what paradise version, what singing version, even the nuances of the doll's joints, she can tell you one, two, three.

She likes to collect all kinds of Disney dolls, but she can hold the dolls that other children get tired of playing with for a while.

I remember that in the early summer of four years ago, he took his family on a pleasant and unforgettable trip to Hong Kong, when Nanbei was still a lively and cheerful little girl. In the splendid fantasy castle, the little girl with the princess doll in her arms has a light in her eyes and tells him that her dream is to become a doll in her hands, so that she can become the happiest and happiest person in the world.

At that time, he and Nanyan laughed, only thinking that it was a child's fairy tales, immature and simple, and they didn't take it to heart at all.

But looking back on it today, I would rather it be true.

He hopes that his daughter can be as happy and happy as these dolls and dolls, and stay away from all harm.

But this is impossible after all, he ruined it all with his own hands......

Chen Jiaqi closed the door of his daughter's room and walked to the kitchen with heavy steps.

The kitchen was still the same as before he left, the white casserole on the stove was completely cold, and when he lifted the heavy lid, he saw that a thick layer of grease had condensed on the snow-white chicken soup.

His eyes darkened, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the lid slammed against the rim of the pot, making a harsh noise.

This is Nanyan's favorite chicken soup, and she also likes to eat the small wontons under this soup, and likes to add finely chopped chives and shredded eggs to the soup.

She laughs so beautifully.

The eyebrows are crooked, like a crescent moon in the sky, and people can't help but want to laugh with her......

It was late at night.

Chen Jiaqi, who was curled up on the sofa, finally fell asleep.

He seemed to see his mother Su Wei.

She stood in front of him with a worried expression, but refused to say a word.

He was depressed and uncomfortable, but when he went to hug Su Wei, he threw himself into the air, he shouted loudly for his mother, but Su Wei in front of him was slowly disappearing......

"Mom! Mom—" He woke up from his sleep, and when he touched his forehead, his hands were covered with cold sweat.

"Ringing ......" The mobile phone resting on the coffee table lit up in the dark.

He was stunned and leaned over to pick up his phone.

"What's wrong, Yingzi?" He asked, pinching his fingers between his eyebrows.

"Brother! Our mom can't do it, come on! Come on! Chen Jiaying's anxious cry came from the other end of the phone.