The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao paused.

Picked up the chicken wings and took a slow bite.

It still had a familiar taste. She and Tang Mi had loved eating it since childhood. Unfortunately, they always said that she couldn't eat too much because she was sick.

"This coat is from a few years ago."

It took Tang Jiao a while to realize that Fang Fang was talking to her.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the black down jacket she was wearing. This was her junior high school clothes. Xiao Jingchuan had bought several jackets for her before for various reasons, but she had never worn them back home.

"Yeah." Tang Jiao responded in a low voice.

"It's cold. You have to go to school now. You can't just wear these two clothes like you did in the hospital. I'll take you to the street tomorrow to buy a new one to avoid going to the hospital again because of the cold."

Tang Jiao hung her thin neck slightly, her nose was sore, she nodded and said: "Mom, I -"

"Then I want to buy it too!"

Tang Mi interrupted: "I also need a mid-length coat. The current one doesn't match the school uniform. I want one with a puffy hem, Mom~"

Tang Mi put down her chopsticks, leaned over and hugged Fang Fang's arm to act coquettishly.

Fang Fang smiled in disgust and pinched her face.

"Buy them all and you can choose tomorrow."

Tang Zhongyi also laughed: "How old are you, and you still act like a baby?"

Tang Mi glanced at Tang Jiao and said delicately: "I'm only in the third grade of junior high school! I'm still a kid, okay?"

It made Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi laugh, and the atmosphere at the dinner table returned to its natural state.

Tang Jiao ate a few more mouthfuls of rice silently, put down the bowl and stood up.

"Hey, Tangtang doesn't want to eat?" Tang Zhongyi asked.

"When you're full, I'm going to do my homework. Mom and dad, please eat slowly."

"Every time she comes back, she acts like someone has wronged her." Tang Mi poked the bowl with her chopsticks unhappily, "It's so boring."

Fang Fang looked up at the slender back of her eldest daughter, and couldn't explain how she felt.

"Don't say that about your sister."

Tang Jiao's bedroom was not big.

The single bed is covered with plain sheets, and there is a dark brown single desk opposite the bed. There is a medium-sized light-colored wardrobe next to the wall, which contains all the big items.

Her room doesn't look like a 16-year-old girl's. There aren't many things in her room, but they are neatly tidied.

There are no cute pink decorations or dolls, and there are no idol posters and photos plastered all over the wall. The only one is a small poster on the wall beside the desk. It looks like a young and promising singer, but it is also a bit old and faded.

There is a lamp on the desk.

In the upper right corner of the table, there are several old and dog-eared scriptures and a thick stack of beige copybooks.

There is a small storage basket made of indigo fabric rattan next to it, which is filled with medicine bottles of different sizes.

After Tang Jiao took a shower, he sat in front of his desk in a daze for a while.

Then he reached for the water glass, skillfully took out three of the medicine bottles from the small basket, unscrewed them without looking, counted out a few pills with his fingers, and mixed them into a handful of blue, green, red and brown medicine.

He raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth, mixed it with half of the saliva, and swallowed it with a slender neck.

But no matter how fast he moved, he still had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Tang Jiao stuck out his tongue and his face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

The sound of the TV in the living room rang again, and I turned to look at the closed door.

What is being broadcast now should be an idol drama, which both Fang Fang and Tang Mi love to watch. Tang Zhongyi should be sitting on the edge of the sofa, listening to the news and watching the news on his mobile phone.

Tang Jiao turned around, his eyes fell on a few faded princess stickers beside the desk, and he was stunned again.

Since when did she seem to be unable to fit in at home...

Starting from that car accident that was so nihilistic that it seemed like a fantasy?

It does not seem.

Long before, when her parents faced her, they seemed to be left with only worry and sorrow.

Her condition went up and down, recurring.

They are always tense and frightened, anticipating when their daughter will deteriorate again, when her dressing will need to be changed again, and even when her daughter will go into the operating room again...

At any time, whether they were working or sleeping in the middle of the night, Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi could be interrupted and forced to drop everything and rush to the hospital.

Because they have a daughter who has been ill for ten years.

If the string is stretched too tight for too long, it will be unable to return to its original state. As long as they see Tang Jiao, they cannot relax.

Therefore, when Fang Fang saw Tang Jiao entering the hospital again because of his playfulness, he had mixed emotions, even angry and angry.

Even though she knew her daughter didn't do it on purpose, Fang Fang couldn't control her resentment. She blamed her for being ignorant, and blamed her for endless accidents that made people worry.

On the contrary, a lively, healthy and coquettish little daughter is of course more lovable and has become a source of spiritual relaxation for them.

This is normal.

Tang Jiao sat blankly, seeming to have figured it out in her mind. It took her a week to lay out sufficient reasons for Fang Fang's words and deeds in the hospital.

Tang Jiao accepted.

And decided not to try to delve into it further or force it.

The light from the desk lamp cast the girl's figure slantingly on the floor. It was flat, jagged and crooked.

The heating in the room was not turned on enough, and Tang Jiao suddenly shivered.

The little finger throbbed uncontrollably.

She came to her senses and took out her phone, only to find that Xiao Jingchuan had sent her a message an hour ago, asking her if she had arrived home.

Tang Jiao's expression softened and he immediately replied to him.

As soon as I sent it, my phone rang.

The corners of her lips raised, and she quickly dialed the call.

"Hello~"

"have already eaten?"

Through the phone, Xiao Jingchuan's voice became more lazy and magnetic, especially pleasant to the ear.

Tang Jiao felt that her frail nerves were being relaxed by the sound. She answered softly:

"I've eaten. I wasn't looking at my phone just now."

There was no speaking on the other end of the phone, just steady breathing.

Tang Jiao unconsciously stretched out his hand and stroked the curled corners of the scriptures on the corner of the table.

"Have you eaten? What's the matter?"

"Not yet, I'll look for you."

Tang Jiao's heart shrank and swelled, and an unspeakable sweetness appeared on his face.

"I see... I'm in the room after eating, getting ready to do my homework."

"Is everything okay at home?"

The boy's voice was low and gentle.

Tang Jiao paused. She knew what Xiao Jingchuan was worried about.

"It's good. My mother said she would take me to buy a new coat tomorrow."

"It will snow tomorrow. Wear thicker clothes when you go out and put on a warm baby to avoid catching a cold. Did you bring the warm baby home?"

Tang Jiao dragged his schoolbag with one hand and opened it.

He took out a pack of Winnie the Pooh co-branded baby warmers from inside.

Xiao Jingchuan also sent someone over. They were among the two large boxes of thermal supplies. There were ten boxes of warm babies with different patterns in them.

"I brought it, Winnie the Pooh's."

Xiao Jingchuan's low laughter came from the other end.

"Do you like Lina Belle or Winnie the Pooh?"

Tang Jiao posted pictures of Lina Belle in the past few days, and even brought a few to school to share with Mi Li and the others, saying that Lina Belle is super cute!

He also quietly opened his coat and lifted up his sweater to show them what was attached to his body.