Lu Chenglin came at an inopportune time.

Su Yun groaned for a while, and then planned to ask the little guy what was going on today, and then make plans.

In half a month, it will be Jiaming's fifth birthday, Su Yun thought that the child was also older, and it was not good to stick to her like this, so he was patient every night these days, coaxing Jiaming to sleep in his own small bed.

As soon as she woke up this morning, Su Niang told her worriedly that Xiao Langjun seemed to have kicked the quilt last night, and when she got up in the morning, half of her little belly was exposed, and she didn't know if she would get cold.

Looking at him like this now, it is estimated that he is really cold.

Su Yun was distressed, and reached over to touch him, but Jiaming took a step back vigilantly, thought about it, and smiled very obediently: "Mother, someone is looking for you, you go!" ”

It's just that the whole person's expression is like the wilted flowers and plants, and he has completely lost his usual spirit.

Su Yun frowned slightly and looked at him, this doll couldn't hide things, how could Su Yun not see that he was avoiding her, and suddenly thought of many reasons in her heart, each of which made her heart sour and soft, and couldn't help but soften her voice and said, "Ming'er, come here, let my mother take a look." ”

Seeing her like this, Jia Ming pouted, and his little brows wrinkled for a moment, like a crumpled bun, as if he was going to cry out aggrieved in the next second.

But suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he blinked, bit his lip lightly and took a step back, and urged again vigilantly: "Mother, Ming'er is really fine, you can go quickly!" ”

Seeing this, Su Niang leaned over and whispered to Su Yun: "Young lady, why don't you go to meet that Lu Shaoqing first, I see that Xiao Langjun is very reluctant to let you know what happened to him, it is useless for you to spend it here, Xiao Langjun thought about it, but he was cold last night, and the old slave went to find a doctor to show Xiao Langjun for a while, it is always no big deal." ”

Su Yun frowned slightly, looked at the sight that touched her, and then subconsciously hehe, the smirking child, the corners of his mouth twitched, stood up and immediately said: "Painting screen, you go to reject Lu Shaoqing for me, saying that there is something on my side and I can't leave." ”

Once a person is sick, it is the most fragile time of the soul, let alone a child.

If you are an ordinary child who encounters a headache and brain fever, he will already rely on the love of the people around him to cry as much as he wants.

However, Jiaming blindly dodged and concealed it, he used to be too lacking in love, and few people felt sorry for him when he was sick, and there should be few people who knew about it, and only his nurse Yu Niang could take care of him.

So his dodging and concealment at the moment is unlikely to be afraid that she will worry, there is probably no one else in his small world who will worry about him, he is afraid, afraid that he will be disliked.

It's like a child who finally gets the toy he has been longing for for a long time, and is always worried about when he will lose it.

At this time, where can she walk away.

Then he whispered to Su Niang, "You should quickly invite a doctor who is experienced in treating children, if Ming'er is suffering from the cold, it should not be delayed for too long." ”

Seeing Jiaming like this now, the cold air is estimated to be still in his body, and he has not come out, so I am afraid that he will suddenly fall ill.

Su Niang hurriedly responded and went out without much delay.

Only then did Su Yun look down at the child who seemed to be stupid by this change, pursed his lips and smiled, walked over, and before he stepped back vigilantly, he leaned over and picked him up, weighed his weight, and muttered to himself: "Ming'er, if you are heavier, your mother will not be able to hold you." ”

Jiaming was suddenly picked up, a trace of panic and anxiety flashed on his little face, and just about to say something, he suddenly sneezed loudly, and glanced at Su Yun a little confused.

Su Yun looked at him funny and angry, and said, "I didn't cover the quilt well last night, I was cold, and I still want to hide it from my mother, you want to make my mother worry about it." ”

As he spoke, he quickened his pace and walked into the room, quickly helped the child change into a set of clean and refreshing clothes, poured a glass of warm water for him to take a few sips, and then let him lie on his small bed, carefully covered the quilt for him, and then stopped, sat quietly beside him and looked at him, gently patting his little body through the quilt.

During the whole process, Jiaming had been fiddling with her in a daze, Xu was really uncomfortable, as soon as he lay down, he clenched his small fist and rubbed his eyes tiredly, pouted, looked at Su Yun uneasily through the gap between his hands, and said, "Mother, will you not like Ming'er because Ming'er is sick?" ”

And so it was.

Su Yun smiled, reached over and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and asked: "Will Ming'er dislike her mother because she becomes slow one day, old and sick?" ”

The child was stunned, as if the picture described by Su Yun frightened him, and he struggled to get up, while saying, "Mother...... Mother won't be like this! ”

Su Yun gently held him down, secretly scolded himself for using the wrong analogy, and said with a smile: "Mother is just giving an example. ”

Seeing that the little doll was still looking at her with red eyes, she had no choice but to lean over and kiss his forehead, and said softly: "That's it, even if you dislike your mother then, your mother will never dislike you." ”

Therefore, I pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

******

After all, Jiaming was cold, but he found it early, and later in the evening, he still started the heat, and the little person slept in a daze on the bed, coughing twice from time to time, and each cough seemed to affect Su Yun's heart and liver, so that she didn't dare to leave Jiaming's small bed for a single step.

Su Niang took a wrung out handkerchief and gently wiped his little hands and feet for Jiaming, and when she saw Su Yun like this, she comforted: "Don't worry, young lady, the doctor said that the cold in Xiao Langjun's body will come out, and it will be fine when Xiao Langjun has a fever." ”

Su Yun sighed lowly.

How could it not be worried.

Later, Su Yun simply sat on the edge of the bed with a book, and while taking care of the child, he absentmindedly turned a few pages of the book, but he didn't read a few words for a long time.

As a result of her constant nervous tension, she later fell asleep against the wall in a daze.

In a trance, she felt a familiar man's breath approaching, opened her eyes in a daze, and seemed to see Gu Junwei sitting on the edge of Jiaming's small bed, stretching out her big hand and gently probing the child's forehead, with a solemn expression on her face and frowning.

Half-ringing, he sighed softly, and his big hand gently stroked the hair on the child's forehead, and in the slightly drooping phoenix eyes, there was a distress that could not be hidden.

Su Yun slept in a daze, but for a while he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream.

In the misty brain, it was like a yellowed old movie playing out frame after frame.

There was a picture of her parents arguing when she was a child, and a picture of her grandmother holding her hand and saying sorry before she died, and her brain was slightly broken, but when she connected it again, she mustered up the courage to tell her brother that she was willing to be with him, but she saw him holding another girl tenderly and sweetly.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the tall and handsome figure in front of him, and a trace of grievance appeared in his heart.

Why don't you look at me?

Did you give up like him?

I'm walking slowly, you'll have to wait for me.

The hand involuntarily lifted up and gently tugged at the man's sleeve.

Gu Junwei looked up as if he was conscious, but what he saw was Su Yun biting his lip slightly, looking at him with hazy eyes, and suddenly said softly: "Why don't you look at me?" ”

The delicate and soft tone, with a strong sense of grievance and sadness, made Gu Junwei stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "Yun'er ......"

However, before the words fell, the little doll on the bed also woke up, and when she saw the father in front of her, she suddenly became sad, and she cried and pounced, "Father...... Father...... I dreamed that you and your mother don't want Ming'er, woo woo! ”

Gu Junwei subconsciously hugged the little doll that ran into his arms, lowered his eyes to look at the child who was particularly fragile because of his illness, and then turned his head to look at the woman who was holding his sleeve persistently, obviously not fully awake, for a while, he only felt a headache.

In the end, he could only shake his head and let out a low voice helplessly.