"Am I going to die?"

When he woke up from his slumber, Zhang Hanjie was in pain all over his body, his headache was like an explosion, the high fever made him have no strength at all, and his voice squeezed out of his swollen throat, faintly like a whisper, and like muttering to himself.

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Wang's "Huo" stood up suddenly, gave birth to his daughter less than two months ago, the baby was sick, waited by his side for many days, the long-term fatigue and worry made her haggard a lot, the original ruddy face turned pale, no blood at all. But the mother did not ignore the baby's whispers, and she retorted angrily and fiercely at the unlucky words. The loud voice echoed through the room like a shout, startling himself too.

Struggling to control herself, she whispered to comfort the baby.

"The baby will be fine, don't be afraid, the mother is here, the baby is good, take the medicine, and it will be fine soon......"

After the baby took the medicine, drank some water, and fell asleep again. Zhang Wang couldn't control himself anymore, turned around and threw herself into her husband's arms. Tears poured out of his clothes. She hugged her husband tightly, trying to bury the broken sobs in her broad chest.

At this time, many, many children will not grow up, and they will either die at the beginning of childbirth, or die in the middle of the child. It's not that Zhang Wang doesn't know these things, she has three siblings who are all like this. But she never thought the baby would do the same. She is still young, she has not experienced hardship, her heart is still soft, her blood is still hot, she can't stand this.

The baby is her first child, the baby is so smart, so sensible, so kind, how could he die?

This is not supposed to be!

Hearing the baby's words, her heart is about to break, the baby is her life! How did he die?

She bit her lip tightly, and unconsciously, blood filled her mouth, but she couldn't suppress her sadness at all, she couldn't control herself, and whimpered quietly.

hugged his wife tightly, as if Zhang He was going to rub her into his body.

What to do? He didn't have anything to do, he wanted to scream, he wanted to kill...... But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't comfort his wife, he couldn't save his son, he had never been so helpless......

The baby is a twisted child, he is stingy, loves to hold grudges, and Zhang He's feelings for him are quite complicated. The baby is his son, and naturally, he loves him. However, the baby hates him, from the bottom of his heart. He refuses to call him father, ignores him many times, or deliberately embarrasses him, which makes him feel very defeated, and getting along with the baby is gradually becoming a difficult thing.

However, the baby is his son, he is so healthy, how can he die? How could it be......

Just as Zhang He and his wife hugged each other and cried, tears flowed. Suddenly, the baby's body straightened, his throat rattled, and his calves kicked wildly...... (End: End of the book.) Read: It's so cold! ）

Zhang He hurriedly took a step forward, put his wife on the edge of the couch, picked up the baby, and slapped his back hard.

"Cough, cough", after a lot of hardship, the baby finally spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck to the throat, but he didn't care about anything else, first reached out to straighten his legs, "Pain!" Pain! Cramped ......"

Zhang Wang's whole body was weak, withered to the side, saw the baby coughing, but couldn't help, only anxious face flushed, then saw that there was nothing to do, only to grow a breath, relaxed. For a while, his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he couldn't move at all.

This time I woke up, and the baby was sweating profusely and wet. Zhang He took off the towel on his head to cool down, dried his body, and changed his clothes, which was much better. The baby is in good spirits, has a great appetite, and after drinking a big bowl of meat porridge, he falls asleep.

After a difficult time, the baby's condition improved quickly. In other words, after infecting the cold to both parents, the baby recovered and recovered in just a few days. Sure enough, a cold can only get better quickly if it is transmitted to others.

After the cold, Zhang Baobao was nourished by the porridge, and within two days, he was alive again. The weakness and fear of illness melted away quickly in the sunlight like ice and snow.

Although I am not very worried about my parents, after all, it is just a cold - the recovered baby Zhang Hanjie is as heartless as ever, with hot water, ginger soup, porridge and dry clothes, it is only a matter of time before it heals. However, in the month of this cold, the careful care of his parents still made Zhang Baobao's fragile heart feel warm.

So, he decided to visit his parents.

Avoiding everyone's sight, Zhang Baobao quietly entered his parents' room. Typhoid fever is an infectious disease, and babies who have been cured with great difficulty cannot be infected again. Therefore, the baby was isolated and it was strictly forbidden to contact both parents.

The mother's face was crimson, and the baby carefully touched her forehead, but it was okay, just a little hot, and her breathing was steady, so there should be no problem - it seems that the medical books should be written down, but most of them don't remember, besides. Well, the lewd man was lying on the side......

Forget it, he was also worried, and after guarding it for several days, Zhang Baobao decided to forgive him in large quantities......

Zhang He didn't sleep anymore, and the gentle touch woke him up, he thought his wife was awake, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his son, he was surprised and happy, and just wanted to speak, he suddenly remembered something, and quickly moved his body back.

"How did you get in? Hurry, stay away! ”

Zhang Baobao was stunned for a moment before he reflected, with a shy look on his face, and he grinned silently, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"It's okay! Father~"

"What's okay, you kid, you don't always make people worry...... You, what did you just ~ say, and then ~ say ~ one ~ over and over ~"

Zhang He said that later, his voice trembled slightly.

'Such a little son thing, what a shaking, what a hairy young man, ......unreliable at all'

Zhang Baobao secretly jokingly said, but his eyes were hot, he didn't like this father very much, but he was still very touched by someone who cared so much, and his heart was warm.

Zhang Hanjie's words and deeds are, to a large extent, out of practical considerations. Ancient China attached great importance to honoring his parents, and his attitude towards Zhang He was inappropriate in any way, and he had a lot of pressure in private. And his impression of Zhang He is mostly due to anger, which he also knows. Also, the birth of his sister also reminded him. In the future, more and more children will be born, and his depreciation is just around the corner.

However, thinking about this is not to say that he has no feelings. Zhang He's demeanor is heartfelt, sincere, and without any selfish distractions. In the face of such love, no one would not like it, Zhang Baobao was infected, his heart moved slightly, and he decided to be kind to this father in the future - of course, just a little.

"Father, it's okay, it's okay!" Biting his lip lightly, he couldn't stop the corners of Zhang Baobao's mouth from turning up.

"Ahhh~"

Zhang He got up, grabbed Zhang Baobao, and threw him into the empty weight. Under the cold, no matter how bold the baby is, he was startled and screamed when he saw the roof coming. Hearing his own voice, he hurriedly gagged his mouth with his hands, worried that he would wake up his mother.

However, no matter how soundly Zhang Wang's sleep was, the house was so noisy, she couldn't sleep.

Watching her husband throw the baby into the air in one fell swoop, causing him to let out a pleasant and small laugh, crisp and refreshing, she was startled at first, and then smiled happily with a little surprise - as it should be.

It was only when Zhang He's dangerous actions came to an end that Zhang Wang opened his mouth and gently reproached: "Be careful, don't fall the baby!" ”

After a short period of warmth, Zhang Baobao was immediately deported. The mood was surprisingly comfortable, and he couldn't help but want to do something.

'This is my home' - he was relaxed;

'This is my life' – his steps are brisk;

'I'm doing well' - he's in good shape;

'I'm happy! He felt that he was about to fly, and stood on the rockery, with his arms outstretched in the wind, and he let out a long howl.

"Ahhh......h

"I'm Zhang Han!"

“I‘mthekingoftheworld！”

The crisp sound fluttered in the wind, floating in the air, and was heard far away before slowly disappearing.

Five days later, Zhang Wang's health was already well, while Zhang He was still locked in a small dark room because he was wearing wet clothes and playing with his son, his condition worsened. Listening to the outside of the house, his wife and son were talking and laughing, and Zhang He's heart was itching.

"Baby~"

"What?" Zhang He is angry, what kind of tone is this?

"Come here and talk to me."

"......, no! Father should recuperate in peace! If the baby gets sick again, the mother will be affected. ”

"......" the green muscles jumped violently, and Zhang He was furious~

It is common sense for a son to kiss his mother, just as a daughter kisses her father. It seems that Zhang He's road to happiness still has a lot of ups and downs to go.

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It has been more than two years since he was a freshman, Zhang Han's little life is good, very happy, very happy, sleeping and eating, and he is already a little close to his ideal happy life.

However, there is no perfect thing in the world, everyone has troubles, and Zhang Han is the same.

Earlier, Zhang Han was very worried about his mental health.

The most frequent and beautiful contact every day is his 'mother' in this life - Zhang Han will also be excited when he sees the books with the prefix A. But what is clear is that he is still some distance from a real psychopath, and has no intention of carrying it out.

What's more, Zhang Han's body is still a baby, and the local function is imperfect, which actually has no practical significance.

However, an impure soul, placed next to a bunch of beautiful women, is really a torment in the long run!

Recently, Zhang Han has finally solved this historical problem. Regard red powder as a skeleton, the heart is like stopping water, and there is no thought of it, and it is rare to think about it......

However, Zhang Han's worries have not only not been alleviated, but have become more serious - he was worried that he was about to become perverted, but now he is worried that he has become perverted. Psychologically withered, what a miserable life this is, the future is bleak, where is there 'happiness' in the future......

'I need a psychiatrist!! ’

This is a call from the heart, from the soul.

Considering that the story of this book takes place in the late Han Dynasty and is far away from the birth of Freud, let us wish Zhang Hanxiong to always be there! Go all the way! Aha!

[Be kind, read a book and smash the ticket]