In the evening, when the employees were off work, Song's father brought Song Yingchen to the hospital and also brought meals to the mother and son. Because Zhang Ru stayed with Song Yingwan in the hospital all day today and had no time to go back and cook, and Song's father was a rough man who could only cook noodles with plain water, so he could only prepare some food in the cafeteria of their factory, although it tasted delicious. It’s not as good as what you make at home, but it’s not short of oil and water.
When Song's father arrived, Zhang Ru was called by the doctor, so Song Yingwan was the only one in the ward.
Song Yingwan was feeling a little hungry, and a little embarrassed to tell Zhang Ru, when she suddenly saw a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and black leather shoes appearing at the door of the ward, with a tall and straight body, showing calmness and wisdom, looking at her. complex.
Song Yingwan realized that this might be the father of the original owner. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a heartbreaking call coming from behind the man.
"Sister, sister, sister, are you okay?"
"Do you really not remember me?"
"How can you not remember me...wuwu..."
Before Song Yingwan had time to react, he saw an afterimage rushing over, and he was hugged tightly, and then a series of stern questions came to his ears. It was a half-year-old boy with full energy and a loud voice. Song Yingwan had a headache.
Song Yingwan didn't know how to react when she heard a deep voice, "You brat, get off your sister quickly. Your sister has just woken up and she's crushed by you again!"
Zhang Ru had already called Song's father when she had free time today, telling him that her daughter had woken up and did not remember anything, and arranged for him to deliver food when he came in the afternoon.
Although Song's father had been mentally prepared for a long time, the unfamiliar look in Song Yingwan's eyes just now made his heart sting. However, as a father and the head of the family, his emotions naturally cannot be like that brat's. Same leaked.
However, in his opinion, his daughter is still in good health, but she just can't remember what happened before. This is already a blessing among misfortunes.
"Wanwan, this is your brother. He is big or small. Don't be afraid." Song's father tried to speak as slowly as possible, for fear of causing discomfort to his daughter.
Song Yingchen was a little restrained, but he still held Song Yingwan's sleeve tightly. If he looked closely, his eyes were a little red and watery. Song Yingwan still wanted to laugh, but his heart felt a little warm. .
"Wanwan, why don't you see your mother?" Song's father said warmly.
"Oh, mom was called by the doctor, not long ago."
"Okay, I'll go take a look later. You're hungry. You eat first."
"No, let's eat together when mom comes back." Song Yingwan smiled.
Song's father was not good at words, so he didn't force it. He put down his things and planned to see Zhang Ru. Before leaving, he said to Song Yingchen: "Xiaochen, I'm going to see your mother. Don't make trouble with your sister."
Song Yingchen said, "Yeah," and answered perfunctorily, but Song's father also wanted to consult the doctor again, so he ignored him.
As soon as Song's father left, Song Yingchen immediately returned to his original shape and looked at Song Yingwan eagerly, "Sister, do you really not remember me?"
The eyes were full of sincerity and innocence. Song Yingwan almost didn't dare to look at him, but she couldn't bear to hurt him, so she could only say: "I do remember the previous things a little vaguely, but I still remember Xiaochen."
Song Yingchen said, "Sister, it's okay. I will tell you later. I remember it clearly. Don't be afraid. I will protect you from now on."
Song Yingwan couldn't help laughing when he saw the other people's little brat looks, "Okay"
Song Yingchen thought for a while and then said quietly: "Sister, don't worry, our parents will definitely not let you go to the countryside. At worst, I will go to the countryside instead. I am very strong now."
Song Yingwan was stunned, "Going to the countryside? What's going on?"
"Well...it seems that someone reported our dad before, saying that no one in our family goes to the countryside. Sister, aren't you afraid of going to the countryside and that's why you got sick?"
"Xiaochen, do you know who reported it?"
Song Yingchen scratched his head, "Well...I don't know much about this either. I only found out by eavesdropping on my parents' conversation."
"Okay, I understand." Song Yingwan lowered her eyes and thought deeply, guessing that the original owner might not be able to accept going to the countryside, so he did something extreme, but in the end he was not rescued.
Song Yingchen saw that his sister lowered her head and remained silent again, thinking that she was scared again, and was a little annoyed that she was talking too much, and added: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'll tell my parents that they let me go to the countryside, and I will take care of you in the future. , you just stay at home.”
After hearing this, Song Yingwan curled her lips and smiled softly, with gentleness and brightness, which immediately dispelled the heavy atmosphere in the room, and replied softly: "Okay, Xiaochen is really amazing."
It's strange. I don't know if it's a blood relationship, or if Song Yingchen is not as careful with her as Zhang Ru and Song's father. In such a short period of time, Song Yingwan feels very close to this ten-year-old child, as if They really had the relationship they had for ten years.
Song Yingwan suddenly felt that he had some sense of belonging in this time and space, and maybe it was the best arrangement.
After Zhang Ru and Father Song came back, they opened the meal. The living conditions these days are naturally not comparable to those of later generations. The meal in the evening is just one portion of cabbage stewed vermicelli, one portion of shredded potatoes, and a small bowl of egg custard. , the staple food is the common multi-grain steamed buns, steamed buns and the like in this era. There is only a small bowl of egg custard and a few spoons. Song Yingwan thought that this might be stewed by Song's father at his own expense.
Song's father and Song Yingchen had already eaten in the factory cafeteria, and the meal was only for the two of them. Zhang Ru ignored them and handed a small bowl of egg custard to Song Ying. It was late, and Song Yingwan was a little embarrassed to eat alone. She declined several times but was prevaricated by Zhang Ru and sent back.
Because Song's father didn't make gruel, he could only drink water when he was thirsty, and the steamed buns these days were hard and thick. Song Yingwan was really not used to it. Zhang Ru couldn't help but want to scold her when she saw that she felt uncomfortable eating. Father Song didn't even know how to buy something rare when buying food. Father Song didn't dare to say anything while sitting there.
Zhang Ru: "Wanwan, drink some water first, and mom will make malted milk for you when you get home."
Song Yingwan smiled, "Okay"
Zhang Ru raised her hand and touched her head. Seeing her daughter smiling sweetly, she seemed to be more energetic and energetic than before, and she breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her daughter was well, she didn't care about anything.
After staying in the hospital for another two days, Song Yingwan asked Zhang Ru to be discharged from the hospital. After asking the doctor for permission, she was discharged.
The sun was shining brightly on the day she was discharged from the hospital. Song Yingwan sat on the back seat of Zhang Ru's bicycle, looking at the gray streets and low houses in front of her, feeling filled with emotion.
The bicycle turned left and right and stopped in front of a tube building. This building was just built a few years ago and it looked relatively new. The original owner lived on the third floor, and they were assigned because of Father Song's status as the deputy director of the factory. Such a set has three bedrooms and one living room. No matter in which era, the conditions are good.
"Wanwan, we're home. We'll finish cleaning up later. Mom will make some chicken soup for you tonight to replenish your body. You've lost weight these days."
"No, Mom, you haven't had a good rest these days. Go to bed early today. You can eat chicken anytime." Song Yingwan was still a little uncomfortable with being treated so carefully.
Her daughter has become more and more sensible these days. Zhang Ru thinks it may be because she has grown up and knows how to care for others. Although she is her own daughter, no matter what the parents do, she loves them, but which parent doesn’t want their children to be more sensible, so After hearing this, Zhang Ru felt sweet in her heart, and felt even more sorry for her daughter.
"It's okay. It doesn't take much to stew the chicken. Just watch the fire."
Then he took Song Yingwan and went up.
After Zhang Ru opened the door, the first thing Song Yingwan saw was white. There were no excessive decorations on the walls, only one or two pendants were hung, and the paved floor made the whole house neat and bright. The living room There is an old-fashioned TV set against the wall, but the table and coffee table are covered with floral tablecloths, exuding sophistication and warmth.
Looking at the scenes in front of her, Song Yingwan felt a little weak in her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if God saw that she was alone and helpless in her previous life, so she was sent here and gave her a home.
Father Song and Song Yingchen had to go to work and go to school, so there was no one at home when they came back, but they were happy to be quiet. Zhang Ru had been rushing around the hospital and home for days, and now she felt very tired when she relaxed.
Seeing her tired face, Song Yingwan persuaded her to rest for a while. Zhang Ru did feel that her eyelids were twitching, but she didn't just care about herself. Not only Zhang Ru, but Song Yingwan also didn't rest very well during this period, although He is the one being cared for, but after all, being in a hospital is naturally not as comfortable as at home.
Zhang Ru first sent Song Yingwan back to her room, and when she was lying on the bed, she looked at her daughter's well-behaved appearance and couldn't help but touch her soft little face.
When a warm and slightly rough palm touched her cheek, Song Yingwan's body froze. She didn't know how to react but was inexplicably nostalgic. Zhang Ru didn't notice her daughter's unusual reaction. She closed the door after covering her with the quilt and went out.
This room was decorated very warmly. The light pink curtains were dotted with lace, which girls would like at first glance. At this moment, the curtains had been closed by Zhang Ru. Song Yingwan lay on the bed and looked at the light coming through the window. The rays of sunshine made me feel particularly peaceful and beautiful, and my eyes gradually fell asleep.
Song Yingwan was woken up by a strong aroma, and there were low voices outside the door, probably because they were afraid of disturbing the sleep of the people inside.
Song Yingwan raised the corners of her lips and smiled lightly, like a flower that had just bloomed, the sun was shining brightly, and then she quickly stood up, packed herself up, and went out.
When Song Yingwan opened the door and saw Song's father and Song Yingchen, she was shocked to realize that she had slept for so long. It was almost dark outside.
Zhang Ru was simmering chicken soup in the kitchen. She went out to buy it before Song Yingwan woke up. Now she estimated that it would be ready soon. She said with a smile: "Wanwan, wake up, the soup will be ready soon. Wait a minute." We’ll have dinner later.”
Song Yingwan walked over, "Okay, is there anything you need my help with?"
"No, there's nothing for you to do. Just go sit in the living room. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
Song Yingchen ran over and pulled her, "That's right, sister, your illness is just right. How can you cook? Sister, come and read the little book I bought today. It's the latest edition. You must have never read it."
"Go, go, go play with your brother." Zhang Ru waved her hand.
Song Yingwan had no choice but to follow.
