Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali softened the biscuits with sugar water and wanted to feed them a couple of bites.But Shen Ziqi was half lying and half sitting in his arms, only crying and moaning.

His chubby little face has been thinned out, and his complexion is a bloodless sallow.The sudden bouts of abdominal pain had slowly drained his strength.The anti-inflammatory drugs no longer had any effect. He had a persistent fever and his body temperature was getting higher and higher. The military doctor gave him an injection of morphine to relieve pain, but the effect of this injection was not long-lasting.

They are still on the way to escape, and now they have entered the border of Henan.Where exactly in Henan, they can't tell.The number of sneaking soldiers is increasing day by day, but there are also loyal soldiers - they have to be loyal and have nowhere to go. It is better to follow the big team, and those who rob houses can also fill their stomachs.

They have recently settled in this declining village and have no long-term plans. They just rest for a few days to see the situation and make a decision.In the backcountry, there are not even a few decent houses, and all of them are squat and do not look like a house.Shen Zijing bent over through the low door frame with a dusty face, and walked in unsteadily.

Speechlessly glanced at the little brother on the bed, he knew in his heart that the kid was going to die.He took out a wet towel from the wooden basin in the corner and twisted it. He wiped his face, and cleaned his neck and ears along the way.

"It hurts again?" He asked in a low voice.

Shen Jiali didn't look at him, but only agreed in a low voice.

Shen Zijing turned his head and glanced at the father and son, his heart softened suddenly - in the turbulent, mighty, boundless world, only the three of them were a family, witnessing all the changes in each other.

Sighing silently, he turned around and walked to the bed, leaned over and pinched Shen Ziqi's face: "Man, don't cry when you suffer a little bit. Big brother tells you, as long as you get through this After one pass, we can go to a good place to enjoy happiness!"

Shen Ziqi didn't like him, and he hurt his cheek again.Fighting for his life, he turned his back to Shen Zijing, and buried his face in his father's chest.

Shen Jiali knew that Shen Zijing had no malicious intentions, but his mental strength was gradually exhausted by his son's illness.He looked at Shen Zijing feebly, there was no love or hatred in his heart, and his mind was numb.

Shen Zijing received a cold reception from the little brat, but he didn't care, straightened up and told Shen Jiali: "He doesn't eat, you have to eat. If both of them fall ill, it will kill me!"

Then he thought for a while, and added: "I won't serve the brat for you!"

Shen Jiali responded to this answer, picked up the bowl of softened biscuits in a daze, scooped it up with a spoon, put it into his mouth one by one, and swallowed it like eating dirt.

Shen Jiali had eaten white rice for four years more than Shen Zijing, and he could naturally see the facts that Shen Zijing could see.But he didn't want to go to see it, and he didn't dare to go to see it——his own son, he was raised since he was a child!

Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he felt that the day when Shen Ziqi fell into the grass was approaching as clearly as yesterday - a little red-skinned monkey opened its mouth wide and wailed for life; everyone said the child was ugly, but he alone didn't think so.Later, the child grew up day by day, and learned to be coquettish, swearing, mischievous and mischievous, but he still thought the child was good—because this was his son, no matter what!

There are always tears in his eyes, making his vision always foggy.He lowered his head and kissed Shen Ziqi's forehead, he hugged his son a little tighter, thinking that you will get better soon, as long as you get better, then dad will do everything for you.If you want to play, you can play, if you want to make trouble, you will become a bastard and unfilial son in the future, and Dad doesn't care, Dad would rather accept it from you!

Shen Ziqi's forehead was getting hotter and hotter. He was nestled in his father's arms, so drowsy that he could no longer speak.

On this day, the military doctor escaped.

Shen Zijing moved the medicine box into the room, opened it to search for medicine, but there was no medicine in the box.

He has a hard heart, and according to his idea, he should inject Shen Ziqi with a large dose of morphine, and let the child go directly, don't suffer like this.But at this juncture, he knew that he could never say this by himself, it would be over after he said it, once he said it, it would make Shen Jiali hate him for the rest of his life.

So he moved a small bench and sat in the middle of the floor, looking for medicine without saying a word.

After another day like this, Shen Ziqi's situation improved a bit.Opening his eyes and looking at Shen Jiali, he suddenly said, "Dad, I want to eat candy."

Shen Jiali hugged him day and night, and now when he heard these words suddenly, it was as if he had received the sound of Buddha's words, and he immediately panicked with joy, and hurriedly sent Shen Zijing to get candy.Shen Zijing went out and walked around as he said, but he didn't even find a piece of sugar paper, but he had his own idea - he asked the cooks to set up an iron pot and heat it up, melt a little sugar into syrup, and then poured it like a sugar figure. Take out a piece of biscuit, crack it when it dries hard, and it will be regarded as sugar cubes.

Such candies have no other aroma except sweetness.Shen Jiali hugged Shen Ziqi upwards and sat on his lap, pinched another piece and sent it to his little mouth.He closed his eyes and smacked it, which seemed to taste good.Tilting his head to his father's shoulder, he hummed weakly twice, and then put a small hand on his father's shoulder.

"Ah..." He sighed like a little adult, then pouted his mouth, and moaned like he was about to cry: "Father, I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."

This time before Shen Jiali could speak, Shen Zijing automatically turned around and went out to look for meat.

The little soldiers in the cooking class gathered firewood to light the fire, killed the chickens and fluffed them, almost blowing the wind box away, and stewed a big bowl of chicken in a hurry.The white rice and stewed chicken were delivered hot to the table in the room. Shen Jiali sat by the table holding Shen Ziqi in his arms, staring at his son munching on the chicken legs without blinking.

Shen Jiali was a little flustered, wondering why his son suddenly got better, and he also had a big appetite, eating like a glutton.Shen Zijing stood on the sidelines and was also surprised.And Shen Ziqi ate half a chicken and a big bowl of rice before he fell back contentedly and leaned against Shen Jiali's chest.Shen Jiali wiped his hands and mouth with a towel, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he gradually let go of his hanging heart.Back on the bed with his son in his arms, he kissed Shen Ziqi's cheek several times: "Little bastard, are you trying to scare daddy to death these days?"

Shen Ziqi was grinning, and was about to speak, but when he didn't want to speak, his expression suddenly changed—then he bent down limply.

"Father..." He opened his mouth with tears in his voice: "My stomach hurts again..."

After saying these words, Shen Jiali and Shen Zijing heard a "boom" in their heads at the same time, and the string that had been tense was broken!

If Shen Ziqi was in pain this time, it would be quite different from the previous one.He had just eaten his first full meal in more than a month, as if it was to endure the next crime.The severe colic made him writhe on the bed, he was sweating profusely, he screamed, and he yelled with tears all over his face: "Dad...Dad...it hurts like hell, help..."

The foggy tears in front of Shen Jiali's eyes finally condensed into drops and flowed down.He tried his best to hug his son, but Shen Ziqi's struggling strength far exceeded his suppression.He knew that his son had suffered so much at such a young age, and would continue to suffer to death, but he couldn't help it, there was nothing he could do!Shen Ziqi on the bed suddenly curled his body into a ball, and then stretched his hands and feet straight out. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only cry and ask his father for help in panic and pain.

A new wave of severe pain hit him, and he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of rice onto the pillow.While dancing, he grabbed Shen Jiali's hair—it seemed to comfort him in the agony of dying, so when he had no strength to continue crying, his fingers twitched and grabbed the hair. Hair, no matter what, refuses to let go.Shen Jiali leaned over and tilted his head following his strength, crying so hard that he couldn't speak; Shen Zijing stepped forward to break his younger brother's hand, but was pushed away by Shen Jiali.

When the abdominal cramps broke out for the third time, Shen Ziqi completely lost the strength to cry and scream again.

He lay obediently in his father's arms, with one hand still raised, clutching his father's hair tightly.His little face has turned blue and white, but his lips are purple.His body twitched one after another, and whenever he twitched, his eyes that were once so lively and bright like big black beans would roll up involuntarily.

The last burst of pain swept over him, he raised his face with all his strength, and called out in a childish and aggrieved tone: "Dad..."

Before Shen Jiali could reply, he closed his eyes as if exhausted, and let out a long breath through his mouth and nose.The little hand that was always raised and grabbing Dad's hair also came down heavily.

Shen Jiali seemed to be unable to understand the situation in front of him.He lowered his head and stared at his son's face, he didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he tentatively called out: "Ziqi?"

Shen Zijing stepped forward, stretched out his hand to test Shen Ziqi's breath, then walked around behind Shen Jiali, bent down and said in a low voice, "Third uncle, little brother... let's go."

Shen Jiali looked back at Shen Zijing in a daze, with dull doubts on his face.

In the next second, he leaned to the side and fell from the bed to the ground.Shen Zijing hurriedly knelt down to help him, but saw that his eyes were closed tightly, and he was already unconscious.