Yan Qingsi's hands were trembling slightly. She was not afraid of life or death, or any evil in the world, but she was afraid of facing those sincere eyes.
Yan Qingsi is worried, what if it turns out that all the choices she makes now are wrong
People always like to shrink back, become cowardly, and hesitate to move forward in front of the people they care about and cherish.
Yue Tingfeng saw the graying look in Yan Qingsi's eyes, and her heart tightened, and she quickly winked at Mrs. Yue.
Mrs. Yue cleared her throat and said: "By the way, son, go out and buy some fruit. You see you are not filial at all. Your mother is hospitalized here, and you don't even buy me the fruit I want to eat."
Yue Tingfeng pointed to the pile of things on the table: "Aren't there many?"
People from the Su family came in turns, and the nutritional supplements and fruits on the table could no longer be piled up.
Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth and said, "There's nothing I want to eat. I want to eat peaches. Go and buy them for me. I want the crunchy ones."
"Mom, you're old, aren't you afraid of losing your teeth if you eat those crunchy peaches?"
Mrs. Yue grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at it: "Smelly boy, do you care? I'm used to it. I don't care, I have to eat... Ouch... it hurts..."
Mrs. Yue's expression changed and she held her stomach.
Yue Tingfeng nodded: "Okay, don't move. You're not afraid of the wound opening. I'll go right away. Isn't it okay for me to go? Then between you two, who will take care of whom between the two sick people?"
Mrs. Yue said: "Then you won't come back soon."
Xia Tian's wound grew quickly, and he took good care of it. There was no inflammation. Mrs. Yue's injury was actually much better.
Yue Tingfeng changed his face and said with a smile: "Qingsi, I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Yan Qingsi shook her head: "No."
Mrs. Yue chased people away: "Go quickly."
Yue Tingfeng glanced at Yan Qingsi worriedly, picked up the car keys and went out: "Then I'm leaving."
Mrs. Yue waved her hand to chase people away.
After Yue Tingfeng left, Mrs. Yue covered her wound and carefully sat next to Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi stretched out her hand to help her sit up. She squeezed her hand tightly and asked, "Aunt... are your injuries okay?"
Yan Qingsi's voice was still hoarse and trembling slightly.
Yue Tingfeng left, leaving only Mrs. Yue, which made Yan Qingsi even more frightened.
It's very similar to when I did something wrong when I was a child, and I didn't dare to enter the house or face my mother.
Yan Qingsi's mother is a very gentle woman. In all her childhood memories, she has never been beaten or scolded. When she did something wrong, her mother would not say anything to blame her, but would just look at her tenderly and whisper Whisper asks her why she did that.
That was the time when Yan Qingsi was most afraid of her mother. She even felt that it would be better to be picked up and beaten by her parents like other children, in which case she would not be afraid.
Now facing Mrs. Yue's tenderness, Yan Qingsi felt like she was back when she was a child.
Mrs. Yue touched Yan Qingsi's forehead and found that there was no fever. She was reassured. She smiled and said, "It's okay. Actually, it's just a little wound, only about two centimeters. It will be healed soon. You don't know, it will be on the belly after giving birth." There’s all the fat on it, so there’s no damage to the inside at all.”
Yan Qingsi lowered her head, pinching the flesh of her palms with her nails, and said, "Aunt... I'm sorry."
Mrs. Yue smiled gently and asked softly: "Why do you want to say sorry to me?"
Yan Qingsi trembled. Mrs. Yue's current voice and tone were so similar to her mother...