He didn't know if he disliked the bad smell or the taste was too bitter, so he kept a strained face, stared out the window without saying a word, and refused to open his mouth.

When Su Mu heard the sound of the door, she turned her head to look at Song Qingchun, smiled at her, and then turned around and persuaded Su Zhinian kindly and gently: "Ah Nian, why do you want to eat some, eat it quickly." ”

Su Zhinian turned a deaf ear to Su Mu's words.

"Ah Nian, if you want to take medicinal porridge, you can do it, what do you want to eat, tell your mother, and your mother will buy you ...... now"

Song Qingchun still didn't react when he saw Su Zhinian, and couldn't help but ask softly: "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know what's going on with Ah Nian, when he just woke up, he said he wanted to eat, I warmed it for him, and he didn't want to eat it......" Su Mu said.

Song Qingchun frowned, looked at Su Zhinian, and said with a bit of blame: "How can you not eat it?" ”

Su Zhinian didn't speak, still with that indifferent expression.

He was not healed from his serious injury, his face was pale, and there was a little fragility between his eyebrows.

I don't know if it's Song Qingchun's illusion, she actually saw a touch of loneliness and sadness on his face staring out the window.

Song Qingchun was already injured because of Su Zhinian, and she felt guilty in her heart, and seeing him like this at this time, she was even more distressed and accommodating, she sighed lightly and whispered to Su Mu: "I'll try it." ”

Su Mu just happened to persuade Su Zhinian for most of the time, but she really didn't have a problem with him, hearing Song Qingchun say this, she immediately compromised and stood up, gave up her seat to Song Qingchun, and handed the bowl over.

Song Qingchun stirred the porridge twice, scooped a spoonful, raised it to her mouth, and took a sip, she almost spit it out when she was bitter, but the temperature was appropriate, she then used the bowl and handed it to Su Zhinian's mouth, she saw that he was still tight, and he didn't mean to speak, Song Qingchun was like coaxing a child, and said softly: "Even if you don't have an appetite, you have to eat a little." ”

"I know this porridge is not delicious, but it is good for my body to eat it, I have rose sugar in my bag, and I can suppress the bitter taste later."

In Song Qingchun's impression, if Su Zhinian is unwilling to do one thing, she will either refuse without giving face, or she will throw herself away and walk away, he is silent with such a drooping face, she has seen him for the first time.

Before going to bed, he looked like he was in a good mood, why did he wake up so unhappy?

Is it because I was injured and could only lie in bed every day, feeling uncomfortable?

Song Qingchun thought about it, and still said in that soft and soft tone: "I know that you are uncomfortable lying like this every day, but you have to eat the porridge so that your body can get better quickly, so that you can move early......"

Su Mu saw Song Qingchun's persuasion and persuasion, but Su Zhinian still didn't mean to eat, so she couldn't help but interject again: "Ah Nian, what do you want to eat?" Is it okay for you to tell your mother? Mom is going to buy it for you, and ...... soon."

"Aunt Su, the medicinal porridge is prescribed by Dr. Xia, it is very good for the recovery of the body, and the things I bought are also junk food, not to mention that it is good for the body if I eat it, but it will hurt my body if I don't do it well." After Song Qingchun finished speaking at Su Mu, he turned his head and looked good-natured and gentle: "...... Otherwise, tomorrow I'll ask the doctor if you can go out and blow the wind, and if you can, I'll push you downstairs, okay? ”