Seryozha did not like to be sick, but for a child as young as he was, such things were almost unavoidable.
When he was sick before, his mother almost always took care of him at home, because there were always many things in his father's department.
Seryozha never complained about this, because sometimes his father came home early, and his mother always took care of everything for him.
But Seryozha still did not like to be sick.
He didn't want to see the worried expressions of his mother and father, nor did he want to see his weak self.
He likes to be healthy, to study, to play, to listen to Kabidonich, and to eat cakes. In short, Seryozha felt very happy when he was in good health.
This happiness is in stark contrast to the limitations imposed by illness.
"I don't like being sick." He said aggrievedly. Because he couldn't run or jump when he was sick, he could only lie on the cot.
"I'm not misbehaving," he said with a choked voice, and after thinking about it, he felt that he was sometimes misbehaving, so his firm tone was a little shaken, "Maybe a few times."
Seryozha hugged his teddy bear and sobbed: "I don't want to cry, but I can't help it."
He was four years old, in a grade that aspired to be a big kid, so everything about being a father was his role model.
"You can cry, it's not weakness, baby." Anna wiped Seryozha's face and said softly.
Seryozha shook his head, hugged the teddy bear and muttered, "I'm a man, and a man doesn't cry." As he said this, his eyelids turned red.
On a normal day, Anna would have teased the little boy, it's not manly to hold a teddy bear. But she wouldn't do that just now, and Seryozha needed more tenderness and encouragement.
"Remember to tell your dad if you feel bad."
"En." Seryozha nodded, his blue eyes were still a bit reluctant, but he controlled himself not to tug on his mother's sleeve. He promised.
Anna, as a mother, knows her son better than anyone. She was a little uncertain now: "Maybe I..."
"I can." Seryozha gently interrupted his mother's words, and then said firmly.
"Daddy will take care of me, and then we'll wait for you to come back."
Anna looked at Seryozha, and finally decided to follow the original plan.
"Promise me that you will sleep well for a while?" she said.
"I will," Seryozha promised.
"I have to go, your father will take care of you." Anna kissed the boy's forehead.
Seryozha obediently responded, and he saw his father enter, and then father and mother exchanged a kiss, and then the mother left.
"You have to take the medicine, Seryozha." Karenin glanced at the pills and hot water beside the bed.
Seryozha took a hard look at those things, then wrinkled his face: "Is it necessary?" He asked cautiously, expecting a pampered answer.
"Yes, it must."
Hope was shattered, and little Bambi's eyes became a little wet.
"Okay, Dad," he said softly.
Karenin touched the temperature of the water with his hand, and after making sure it was not hot, he handed the water and the pills to Seryozha. The latter showed another cute wrinkled expression while holding the pill.
"Waiting is just procrastinating, Seryozha," Karenin reminded his son.
Seryozha sighed softly, finally swallowed the pill wrinkling his nose, and burst into tears.
"I don't like being sick, the pills are so bitter." He sobbed while holding the water glass in both hands and drinking slowly. After drinking all the water, the tip of Seryozha's nose became a little red.
"So bitter?" Karenin asked, frowning.
Seryozha sobbed, nodded, and finally shook his head.
"Bitter or not?"
Seryozha raised his head and sniffed: "It's bitter. I always feel bad when I'm sick."
"Not feeling well yet?"
"No. It's a little uncomfortable, but I don't like to be sick." Seryozha looked at his father, and then said, "Dad, you must not kick the quilt, you know?" He sobbed a few times after he finished speaking, I feel that I am a little self-inflicted, but I still feel wronged inexplicably.
"Father, can you tell me a story?" Seryozha asked. He was better, but felt a little sad for some reason, so he couldn't help the redness of his eyelids. Sickness always made Seryozha feel vulnerable.
"You should have a good rest. Listening to stories won't do you any good," Karenin said. He is always the most down-to-earth. Seryozha was not seriously ill, and from a health point of view adequate rest would be extremely beneficial to his recovery.
Seryozha groaned.
"Okay." The man sighed.
He pulled a chair and was about to sit down, but the little boy on the bed looked at him sadly, and whispered: "Would you like to come closer to me?" After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, and then hit A roll approached the edge of the bed, and said aggrievedly: "Maybe I'll be closer to you."
"I want to hold your hand, Papa," Seryozha demanded, feeling very insecure at the moment. Usually when he is sick, his mother will always touch him to make him feel good and know that his mother is by his side.
"Ask questions one by one, Seryozha, I remember I taught you." After Karenin finished speaking, he found that his son looked at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy.
"I understand, but I just want to be closer to you, I want to hold your hand." At last he muttered a little shyly, "I'm a little scared, Dad, but I can't make Mommy worry."
"So you chose to make me worry?" Karenin asked with rare interest.
"Father is very brave!" Seryozha said innocently, his big blue eyes gradually filled with trust.
Karenin's expression became softer after hearing his son's answer. He put his hand in front of him, and when he saw the little boy, he took his big hand for granted.
That soft little hand is not as big as his when put together, it is such a fragile little thing, but the eyes are full of dependence.
"Is it true that you can't tell stories?" Seryozha asked, raising his eyes.
"My advice is to rest."
"Okay." Seryozha sighed softly, hugged the teddy bear a little tighter, and was about to fall asleep, but before Karenin thought he was falling asleep, the boy opened his eyes again.
"Will you stay with me all the time?" he asked with some concern.
"What if I didn't win those bacteria in my dream?" He firmly remembered some knowledge his mother told him, saying that when a child is sick, the good bacteria in the body are fighting against the bad ones.
Karenin glanced at his son, apparently having difficulty communicating when he was sick. But he decided to forget it.
"I'll be here for you. As for the dreaming thing," he said after a pause, "I think you'll win."
"En!" Seryozha felt confident enough after receiving his father's affirmation. He responded and fell asleep sweetly.
Karenin thought about leaving while Seryozha was asleep, but after seeing his son sleeping, he finally asked the housekeeper to bring the papers.
So after two hours, Seryozha woke up to find his father still by his side.
Karenin did not notice at first that Seryozha had woken up, but before he did, the limp little creature had been looking at him for a long time with its big eyes.
"What do you think?" Karenin put down the document and asked his son.
Seryozha blinked and said, "I think I'm much better."
"Are you still uncomfortable?" Karenin raised his hand and touched his son's forehead.
"A little more," he whispered.
"What would you like to eat?" Karenin asked again.
Seryozha thought for a while and said, "I want something sweet."
"But you can't eat it now, remember?"
Seryozha sighed, and became a little sick again: "I know."
"When will mother come back?" he asked again. Seryozha was always a little irritable and fragile when he was sick.
Karenin took out his pocket watch and glanced at it: "There are still two hours."
"I miss her a little bit." Seryozha looked at his father and muttered, "She used to be with me."
"This time is an exception. She has to deal with something."
"Of course I understand, father." Seryozha looked at his father, and then stretched out his little hand. He played with his fingers and muttered: "I remember you promised me to tell me stories when I woke up." After he finished speaking, he glanced at his father again.
Karenin thought for a while and said, "I don't remember that I really promised you that, son."
"But," Seryozha became a little anxious, almost reddening his eyes again, but he held back and decided to reason with his father, "I needed a rest then, but I'm much better now, and I want to hear stories."
"May I?" he asked again, blinking those big blue eyes like little stars.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"The story of a little boy like me. His house can fly in the sky. He also has a puppy, a kitten, and a goldfish as friends. They went to many places together when the wind blows." Xie Liao Sha spoke seriously.
"I've never heard such a story." Karenin frowned slightly, "A house that can fly?"
"Yes, you don't know?" Seryozha couldn't help sitting up while lying down, looking a little excited. He was still wearing a white nightgown, and he stretched out his small hands like lotus roots to gesture.
"Mum says he has the same curly hair and dimples as me, he's also four years old, he's a normal boy during the day, but at night, when his parents are asleep, he can start going around the house Let's go on a trip!"
Such a story beyond the actual theory, Karenin is now sure that it should be Anna told Seryozha.
"I think the continuation of this story can only wait for your mother to come back." He said, expecting Seryozha to be a little disappointed, but the latter seemed to have found other fun again.
"Then I can change it, and I can tell you, Dad!" He said excitedly, and clapped his hands after speaking, feeling that he had thought of a good idea.
"I've never told anyone about it yet."
"But I have to..." Karenin looked at some official documents piled up next to him, and was about to refuse, but Seryozha was always one step ahead of him.
"Please."
His eyes were wide open, and he knelt on the bed with a teddy bear in his arms, looking irresistible.
"Okay," Karenin said a third time, and packed up the papers. He knew he must set aside at least an hour to listen to Seryozha's strange tales.
"But you can't be outside the quilt, you may catch a cold again." Karenin said while stuffing the little boy under the warm quilt.
"In this way, it will be difficult for me to make movements." Seryosha said hesitantly.
"Just tell me and I'll understand," said Karenin.
Seryozha bit his lip, but finally decided to follow his father's advice.
Then he began to tell, and finally stopped when he said that the little boy's house stopped on an island.
"Mum says it's a very tiny island, it's not even as big as their house, but it's the best place he can find to land or he'll just fall into the sea. Houses can't swim can they?" ?”
"Do you think that could be it?" Seryozha hesitated, looking at his father, and asked in a low voice, "could it be a small island, maybe the back of a turtle?"
"Turtles don't live in the sea, Seryozha," Karenin pointed out.
Seryozha nodded, and then said: "Perhaps it is a very large turtle? The kind that lived a long time."
Karenin was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer, while Seryozha obviously didn't mind his father's clumsiness in imagination.
"I think it's a bit bad. You should say hello to Mr. Turtle first, right?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe that Mr. Turtle is the train on the sea!" Seryozha said suddenly. After he finished speaking, he giggled himself first, and his eyes bent into crescents turned to look at Karenin.
"Just like when we go to Uncle Oblonsky's house in Moscow, we always take the train. If there are trains on land, there must be trains in the sea, otherwise how will the little fish travel to far away places Woolen cloth?"
"Perhaps so," Karenin said again, this time softer.
Two hours later, Anna came back.
She hurried upstairs to Seryozha's bedroom, and then she saw the sweetest scene.
Seryozha was sitting in Karenin's arms, and the quilt covered him tightly. Although his face was still a little pale, he seemed to have regained his vitality.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked as she walked over.
"Mom!" Seryozha cried happily, and he couldn't wait to stretch out his arms to show that he needed a hug.
Anna satisfied him.
"Don't let him get out of the quilt, he may catch a cold again." Karenin said, and then stuffed his son into the quilt.
Anna looked at her husband, then at her blinking son, and said with a smile, "It seems that your father takes good care of you."
Seryozha laughed shyly: "Dad is very powerful. But I am also very good. I told Dad the story of the little boy like me."
"Shouldn't you be the one telling him stories, Alexei?" Anna asked her husband.
"Anna, you should know that I'm not good at this."
"Mom's story is great, but Dad doesn't know it, but it doesn't matter, I can tell it to Dad when I learn it." Sergey said softly. After his mother came back, he felt a lot more at ease.
"Then do you want to continue listening to that story now?" Anna asked gently.
Seryozha nodded. He looked at his father, then at his mother, and then smiled shyly: "Can I lie in your arms?"
"Don't you need to make yourself a little man now?" Anna saw that Seryozha's spirit had improved a lot, so she teased him.
The boy blushed a little, and then said: "But I also want to act like a baby with you."
"Sometimes I'm still your baby."
Anna took Seryozha in her arms and said with a smile: "You will always be our little darling." She kissed him. And according to Seryozha's request, he put him in their arms, and continued to tell the story to the father and son in the warm quilt.
The author has something to say: Thank you Fanzi for your reward! There is no small theater today, I went back too late after working overtime :(