0p0 Chapter 606: The Day That Never Sees the Sun
Chapter 606: The Day That Never Sees the Sun
In the orthopedic ward of the city center hospital, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant, Xiao Yue was half-leaning quietly on the bed, his eyes revealing a bit of weakness after the illness.
But when she saw the familiar little figure bounding in, her whole body instantly lit up.
Jiang Shuo, the well-behaved and sensible son, is like the warm sun in winter, illuminating the slightly dull ward.
Xiao Yue looked at his son with full heart and eyes. He saw Jiang Shuo carefully put the thermos bucket and thermos box in his hands on the table beside him, and then began to open them carefully.
While Jiang Shuo was busy, he kept muttering, "Mom, your favorite bean buns and desserts are here. I know you always like sweet things, so I specially packed some extra today, hoping that you will enjoy them."
Xiao Yue held the thermos box gently with both hands, his eyes fixed on the delicate little desserts and plump white bean buns.
Especially when I saw a cute little piggy banknote, I couldn't help laughing out loud, my eyes full of love:
"Oh my, why is there a little piggy bean bun? This is so cute, I almost don't want to eat it!"
Jiang Shuo's face was filled with a proud smile when he heard his mother say that. He picked up a spoon and scooped out some red date and black chicken soup from the thermos.
With gentle and focused movements, he blew patiently, trying to cool the soup down quickly, while saying:
"Mom, I put this little piggy dumpling in there especially for you. I thought that once you see how cute it is, your appetite will increase. If you eat more, you'll be able to recover and be discharged from the hospital sooner."
Xiao Yue was touched when he saw his caring son, but then he thought of Mu Xiaoji, and his smile became more worried.
She frowned slightly and asked softly, "Where's your father? I don't know. He was injured in the abdomen that day and lost so much blood. How is he now?"
At that time, his face was so pale that it was heartbreaking to see him. The day before yesterday morning, I didn't know who called me.
He left in a hurry before he could even finish a complete sentence. I don’t know if he bandaged himself properly first. If the wound is not treated properly, will it get infected? ... "
Speaking of this, Xiao Yue's eyes revealed deep worry, and that gaze seemed to pass through the wall of the ward and float towards the distant place where Mu Xiaoji was.
"He's fine. He went to see Andreas." Jiang Shuo's tone unconsciously carried some emotion when he answered.
It is a little dissatisfaction that is unique to children, that is, they feel that their parents sometimes do not pay enough attention to their inner feelings.
In his heart, he actually longed for his parents to spend more time with him, but the complicated parent-child relationship made him feel as if some of the love that originally belonged to him was taken away from him.
Xiao Yue said "Oh" softly, and his eyes, which were originally expectant of hearing the news from the young master, dimmed instantly.
Her head was also slightly lowered, like a flower quietly bowing its head in the breeze, having lost some of its former vitality.
Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "I must have scared him that day..."
The voice was as soft as a falling feather, almost disappearing into the air, as if carrying her heart full of self-blame and worry.
At this time, Jiang Shuo was concentrating on blowing the bowl of black chicken soup, thinking only of letting his mother drink the soup as soon as possible without burning her mouth, so he didn't hear clearly what Xiao Yue said.
He turned around, his eyes full of confusion, and asked, "Mom, what did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."
Xiao Yue quickly adjusted his mood and tried to force out a gentle smile, like the sunshine that reappeared after the haze, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the ward.
She said softly, "No, nothing. Honey, don't worry about me. I'm fine. Seeing you being so sensible, I'm so happy."
"Come, Mom, drink some of the soup and see if Aunt Zhao's cooking skills have deteriorated."
Jiang Shuo carefully brought the bowl of soup to his mother with an expectant look on his face. His focused expression seemed as if he was performing an extremely important ritual.
Xiao Yue quickly stretched out his hands and took the bowl of soup steadily. His fingertips touched his son's warm little hands, and his heart was filled with heartache.
She looked at her sensible son in front of her, her thoughts drifting away. After a moment, she softly asked:
"Stinky baby, if your parents grow old and leave you, will you feel lonely?"
Jiang Shuo was slightly startled, a hint of doubt appeared on his face, then he smiled slightly, with a clever look in his eyes:
"Mom, what's wrong with you today? Why are your eyes suddenly filled with so much sadness?"
Xiao Yue gently licked his lips, which had become dry due to tension and worry. He was silent for a while and then slowly said:
"Mom is just thinking that if you can have a brother or sister to help you, then even if mom and dad are gone, you will still have relatives who care and think about you."
Jiang Shuo was so smart that he immediately guessed the deep meaning of his mother's words. He couldn't help but chuckle and winked mischievously:
"Mom, I see Dad is acting weird today. He's too embarrassed to come see you. Did you scare him by asking him this question?"
Xiao Yue had just put a spoonful of soup into his mouth when he heard his son's sudden words. He was instantly distracted and caught off guard, and the soup went down his throat.
She started coughing violently, her cheeks flushed red, and she looked miserable. At that moment, it was as if the air had frozen, with only her rapid coughs echoing in the ward.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuo looked panicked and quickly reached out to take a few tissues and quickly handed them to his mother.
Then he climbed onto the bed swiftly and knelt behind his mother, with just the right amount of strength on his hands.
She patted Xiaoyue's back gently, muttering, "Mom, how are you? You must be feeling very uncomfortable." Xiaoyue shook her head and kept wiping her tears and snot.
At the same time, Jiang Shuo's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he said in a condescending tone: "Mom, even if it is true, you don't have to react so strongly!"
Xiao Yue finally recovered and glared at her son, pretending to be angry and said, "Kid, can you act like a little kid? You always say something golden, and you almost choked your mother to death."
Jiang Shuo showed a guilty look on his face and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mom. I know Dad has always had a knot in his heart. He was considering Little Daddy's feelings, so he kept you away from him."
Xiao Yue nodded slightly, his eyes becoming a little blurry, as if he saw a scene from many years ago, and he couldn't help but say slowly:
"My stinky baby, do you know? When your mother was pregnant with you and about to give birth, your little daddy was like a loyal flower guardian, always around me every day.
He looked so nervous, afraid that you would make even the slightest mistake. Later, even though your father tore up the marriage certificate in anger and ruthlessly forced him out of the house.
At that time, he was barefoot and only wearing a thin nightgown. In that cold and windy night,
Wandering aimlessly and alone on the streets. But even so, he didn't harbor the slightest hatred or blame towards your father."
Xiao Yue was immersed in memories, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and continued: "Later, when I saw you, a tiny child,
Many times, from a distance, Mom would see him holding you, his eyes filled with tenderness and longing, gently calling your father's name. That scene was as if time had stood still.
As he spoke, Xiao Yue seemed to see the scene clearly before his eyes again: Jiang Chengyu gently hugged the little Jiang Shuo,
There were crystal tears glistening in her eyes, reflecting complex emotions in the afternoon sun.
He held the child and paced slowly in the backyard, one step, two steps, three steps, and each step seemed to carry endless longing and love.
He whispered to the child in his arms, "Xiaoji, Choubao is born. Look at his eyes, they look just like you.
Like a clear spring, crystal clear, pure without a trace of impurities. Whenever I look into his eyes, I feel that my sinful heart will never escape your punishment.
Look, Choubao is staring at me again and starting to seriously interrogate and criticize me!
That look made me feel like I had committed an unforgivable sin. I'm sorry, Xiaoji, I know I was wrong, and I'll leave it to you to do whatever you want with me in the future!"
Jiang Shuo listened quietly to his mother's story, and his heart was also touched by the deep emotions.
He stretched out his chubby little hands, sat gently beside his mother, and wiped away the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks.
Xiao Yue sighed deeply and said with emotion, "Hey! I never thought that I would finally meet the person I've been thinking about, but that would be the day he would never see the light of day again.
God really plays tricks on people. They clearly know that they love each other deeply, but they make each other hurt each other in the whirlpool of fate. Why are the emotions in this world always so complicated..."
The mother and son were immersed in this complex and deep world of emotion, and the air around them seemed to be frozen by this emotion.
At this moment, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and a nurse in a neat nurse's uniform walked in with light and orderly steps.
She held the medical record in her hand, glanced over it quickly, then raised her head and asked in a clear and gentle voice, "Xiao Yue?"
"I am." Xiao Yue came back to his senses from his thoughts and responded quickly, with a hint of sigh in his voice as he was immersed in memories.
The nurse nodded slightly, her eyes lingering on Xiao Yue for a moment, and she continued politely and professionally, "Have you had breakfast?"
Xiao Yue calmed down and replied softly, "I have used it."
"Okay," the nurse said as she made a simple note in the medical record. "Prepare for the IV. I'll go get the medicine."
After saying that, the young nurse made another note in the medical record. Her movements were skillful and smooth, as if this was a standard procedure that she repeated countless times every day.
After finishing the recording, she turned around gently and left the ward with slow and steady steps. The door closed quietly behind her with a slight sound.
After hearing what the nurse said, Jiang Shuo realized that he needed to make room for his mother to prepare for the infusion.
He deftly began to pick up the things scattered around, putting the soup bowls, spoons and other items in order one by one.
While packing up, he raised his head, his eyes showing determination and concern, and said to Xiao Yue:
"Mom, I'm going to go find Dad and talk to the doctor about your condition. If everything else allows, I'd like to take you home to recuperate today."
With you by my side, I can take better care of you, whether it's your daily life or your emotions. I don't want you to feel wronged in the slightest."
Xiao Yue listened to her son's caring words, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining a gentle smile.
Her eyes were full of relief and love. She nodded and whispered, "Okay, baby. Be careful on the road and don't fall."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shuo packed up his things quickly like a nimble deer and ran towards the door of the ward.
That energetic figure instantly disappeared from Xiao Yue's sight, leaving only a faint warmth and concern in the ward.