grab that pudding

With my consent, Song Huan was transferred to a nursing home.

Dong Jie was appointed to take over this special "medical case" at that time.Due to the confidentiality of himself and the research results, Song Huan was arranged in a relatively remote location, and the neighbors around him were only sleeping people, or elderly people with limited mobility.Except for a small number of scientific research groups and medical groups, only Aunt Huang, a nurse in charge of the examination, and a psychological counselor knew about Song Huan's pregnancy.In fact, there are only a dozen people in total, and they are all carefully selected people who are obsessed with scientific research, obsessed with medical treatment, and kind-hearted, and their confidentiality is very good.

Dong Jie rushed over after reading some personal information after receiving the notice early in the morning. She couldn't get in touch with the other party in advance, so she had to arrive first.When they arrived, Song Huan was still asleep.The curtains blocked most of the light, making the room look a little drowsy.

I just walked through the ghost gate the day before yesterday, and I was sent here after waking up yesterday, and I was still a little tired along the way.His face was so pale that it hurt, his round and soft lips should have been light pink, but now they were dry white.The sleeping person was very disturbed, his eyebrows were furrowed tremblingly, and his curved eyelashes were touched uncomfortably.

As if being entangled in a nightmare, at a certain moment, she let go of all resistance as if she finally collapsed, and big and big tears rushed out like broken beads, one after another.The dry mouth was slightly opened, panting and shivering intermittently, as if he couldn't breathe, mixed with sobbing sounds that were almost inaudible.

The whole person curled up into a ball, trembling in pain and aggrieved, holding his shoulder with one hand and protecting his abdomen with the other.

Suffering silently, crying silently, despairing silently, making people feel distressed like pinching the apex of the heart.

Dong Jie touched his forehead carefully, and found that the body temperature was normal, so she put her hand around his back, patted him gently, and coaxed him softly: "It's okay, it's okay... Be good..."

Just when tears wet the pillow, Song Huan suddenly woke up.

With a sigh of relief, his eyes slowly opened, and his scattered eyes gradually gathered together. His eyes were full of heartbreak, panic and thick sadness, like a child who was severely abandoned, at a loss.

A very beautiful boy came the next day, but it could be seen that the boy was definitely not the child's other father.

Fortunately, Song Huan's mental condition quickly recovered.In the eyes are the determination to protect the child and the expectation for the new life.

But, deep down in my heart, I can't help but escape, and use laughter to cover up some things.

Some times can be cured, and some times, the bell must be untied.

"Since he reacted like this," Dong Jie paused, she felt a conjecture flashed in her mind, but the idea was a bit bold, so she came back rationally after a flash: "Have you ever thought about whether it was possible back then?" Some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Song Huan actually imagined some possibilities, maybe he was grounded by his family, or something else... But in the end, he would think it was a funny fantasy.Now it's not the old thinking of the last century. Are there still parents who practice this kind of foot restraint?

But, there really are.

Before encountering it, we looked at the world with our own eyes. After the incident, we discovered, ah, there is such a thing.Just because you can't see or hear it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

We can be grateful for all our innocence, but we don't need to run away from the unimaginable shadows in front of us.

"I think you can calmly talk about what happened back then. Maybe it was really a surprise back then, maybe he wants to make up for it now. It's true that he treats you well now, and it's true that you like him, Little Pudding and He's doing well. He's the other father of the child after all, and he has the right to know about the child, even if not now. He probably doesn't want to miss every stage of the child's development."

"I also know that you are very concerned about his family, whether he can accept you, and whether he can accept Little Pudding. However, love is always a matter between the two of you. If you even give up on yourself, how can you expect the other party to accept you?"

"Xiao Huan, you have always been a brave person, so since he took the first step, at least try not to back down. If you can, try hard once. I have no regrets and say that I have a clear conscience and I have worked hard. Besides, you still have us."

The wind blows, the trees outside the window rattle and shake, and the mottled sunlight passes through the gaps in the leaves, like light water, warm and agile.

The person inside the window, under the faint light and shadow, had reddish cheeks and a slightly tipsy smile.

With the coolness of the lake in the distance, the wind is a bit refreshing.

Song Huan stood on the steps and looked at the holes made by Little Pudding, and couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows: "Son, why are you digging these holes? Are you hatching eggs?"

Little Pudding ran over cheerfully, sweating profusely but with high spirits: "Dad! I'm helping grandma plant flowers~ Do you want to come together?"

After speaking, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his dog's paw, and there was another natural mud mark, which was natural and unpretentious. He was like a godly makeup artist, with a local flavor on his face...

"Is it the old grandma?"

"Yes~" Little Pudding grabbed Song Huan's hand and pulled it out, and said happily, "Grandma is enjoying the shade in the pavilion~ Dad, why don't you go and accompany grandma, I'm going to plant flowers, I'm so busy!~"

Song Huan calmly looked at the hand that was wrapped in coal balls, and he was swaggering to dye his clean hands, "Song Bingxi, next time your hands are not clean, can you just talk well and don't touch your hands?"

"Oh, next time~" Without looking back, she kept pulling Song Huan towards the gazebo, holding one hand and waving the other to say hello: "Grandma!~I asked Dad to come and play with you~"

The gazebo surrounded by green vines is located beside the cool green lake. A very intellectual and elegant old lady is sitting on a bamboo chair and looking at them with a smile. The elegant and gentle temperament accumulated over the years makes people feel warm and comfortable.

"Grandma, how are you?" Song Huan likes this grandma from the bottom of his heart. He came to the nursing home to rest two years ago. He is not a permanent resident, but basically Song Huan can meet her every few times he comes here. Sometimes he just drinks warm tea. Listening to grandma telling stories about the years and talking about the trivial things in life around me, the afternoon passed like this.

The corners of grandma's eyes were crooked, and her expression was gentle: "It's good. It's been sunny every day recently, and it should rain in a few days. How is Xiaohuan?"

"It's pretty good too~" Song Huan sat down beside the bamboo chair: "Grandma, I'm moving back to City S."

"Okay. City S is very good. Little Pudding told me about it just now. I will go back to City S after a while, Xiao Huan, don't forget the two meals you owe me, don't use the hotel as a prevarication old man."

"No way, I will definitely pay the tuition. By the way, grandma, what kind of flowers do you plant?"

"Rose, and a few begonias. I don't know if they can be planted well in winter here. I'll let Xiao Huang take care of them." Grandma looked at the few small flower seedlings that were planted crookedly by the little pudding, I don't feel distressed at all, but it's the little pudding who has blushed in the sun for too long, which makes people feel distressed. He said to Song Huan, "There are pear trees planted in the yard of city S. Next year, Xiaohuan, remember to bring little pudding."

"The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the willow pond is light with wind. Be sure to come."

Fate, it should have been settled a long time ago, it's not just this flower appointment.

"When are you coming back? I'm almost growing mushrooms." Chang Cheng on the other end of the phone complained endlessly: "It's getting dark, have you eaten yet?"

Song Huan looked at the little pudding who was eating the orange, his mouth was full of orange juice, dripping down his chin, so he handed the paper towel to the little pudding, who obediently stopped eating the orange, lowered his head and wiped his mouth on the paper towel.

"...Song Bingxi, take it yourself, don't eat it everywhere!" Then put the phone in: "No, it's still on the way. Have you eaten yet?"

"No, it's so lonely waiting for you. It's too pitiful to eat alone. A lonely gourmet is not suitable for me. I have come to Z City to travel, but I have to grow grass in the hotel alone. I don't include food, lodging, or anything. Abusive, I'm so miserable..." The other end of the phone bought misery without image.

Song Huan imagined Chang Cheng's long arms and legs hanging out on the bed, a bit cute... couldn't help laughing, the soft laughter was transmitted to Chang Cheng's ears through the electric current, and Comrade Chang Cheng, who had been suppressed for many years, was very cooperative The manners are a hard one.

Chang Cheng: ...Daughter-in-law, we all miss you...

"Boss, would you choose a place?" Song Huan asked Chang Cheng with a smile while thinking about what Aunt Huang and Dr. Dong had said in the afternoon, the tenderness in his eyes flowing in the night.

Chang Cheng: My daughter-in-law speaks so softly!Daughter-in-law is indeed an angel~

Chang Cheng couldn't help feeling affectionate once again: "It's okay, we can eat whatever you like."

"Self-help?"

"Help yourself!"

"Where's the address?" A person like usual city who can play around anywhere, who can be thrown into a ravine and become a king of the mountain, will really sit in a hotel and watch TV obediently in an afternoon?What an international joke!

Sure enough, the head said with great energy: "Legend of Xingyue has a self-help home on the 3rd floor, and the sashimi is very good."

"I'll check the route. If you arrive first, take a stroll first, but milk tea and coffee are not allowed."

"Guaranteed to do it!"

Chang Cheng laughed like a fool and hung up the phone, then rushed into the bathroom to make a quick fix, took a fighting shower, changed into the clothes he bought this afternoon, and used jelly to make a coquettish yet elegant hairstyle, He went out happily.

Let's try it once, Song Huan thought.

The bright night scene outside the window flows in the smiling eyes.

The author has something to say:

Changcheng: Huanhuan said last time that she wanted to eat abalone sashimi, sashimi, draw the key point!

Chang Cheng: Brother, which self-service sashimi restaurant in City Z is good?

Xu Shangheng: The Xingyue legend.Don't you have a meeting this afternoon?Why did you run to City Z?

Chang Cheng: I'm chasing my daughter-in-law!

Xu Shangheng: ...