Mingshu's eyes widened when he saw Xiao Yu'an. When he was so sad that he was dying, his brother actually came!
"Brother!" He felt that his voice was quite loud, but in the end it was empty, in fact it sounded like a mosquito.
Xiao Yuan approached and touched his forehead. He was motionless, feeling that Xiao Yu'an's hand was cooler than his forehead, so comfortable. He shook his head and rubbed his eyelashes on Xiao Yuan's wrist. The expression of crying or not suddenly changed to a smile, "Brother, are you coming to see me?"
The children in the courtyard are known to all adults. Mingshu's grandfather just went to wash an apple. When Xiao Yuan came, he stopped guarding Mingshu and went to the corridor to breathe. Xiao Yu'an was sitting beside the bed, and just about to take his hand back, Ming Shu called him again: "Brother."
The child was sick and weak, Xiao Yuan's voice softened a few degrees, "Huh?"
"Touch again." Mingshu didn't want Xiao Yuan to take his hand away, "I have a fever."
Xiao Yu'an felt a little bit sad, but also a little funny. What's the matter with this child, he has a fever and is showing off
"I'll be comfortable if you put it on my head." Mingshu said hesitantly, "Will you put it on again?"
Xiao Yu'an had never seen such a clingy child, and he couldn't tear it off if it got on it. He didn't take his hand back right away, but after sticking it for a while, Ming Shu disliked it and said to him, "Brother, your hand is not cold anymore, it's uncomfortable."
Xiao Yuan couldn't help withdrawing his hand quickly, Mingshu was using him as an ice pillow. In fact, just for a while, he felt that Mingshu's forehead was not very hot. After a morning in the hospital, the fever was probably gone, but he still asked, "Do you want a towel? I'll twist a towel for you?"
Mingshu's expression was lax when he put it on, and he thought out of time of the litter of puppies he saw at the gate of the compound last winter. The stray dog mother gave birth to a litter of cubs at the coldest time. Someone threw a paper nest with torn newspapers stuffed in it, and the dog mother took the puppies into it one by one. But it was still cold.
He and Cheng Yue passed by, and Xia Qi tearfully said that the puppy was so pitiful that he wanted to hug him when he crouched down. He also hugged one of them. That one was stubborn, sticking to his hand and unwilling to move, still old and old, and Mingshu was old too.
The litter of puppies was later brought back by Xia Qi's mother, and the mother dog followed. After the cubs were weaned in the spring, they were sent to people one after another. One was particularly smart and went to train with the military dog. The one who depended on him was the most stupid. Xia Qi's mother was afraid that it would not be used to going to other people's houses, so she stayed at home with the dog mother.
Mingshu started to whimper again, Xiao Yuan returned to his senses, and asked Si Er seriously, "What are you whining?"
Mingshu stopped whimpering immediately, but he still took two breaths, "I don't want a towel, you don't want to go." After speaking, his hand became restless. He stretched out to Xiao Yu'an, grabbed a finger, and laughed. .
There are more relatives and children on Xiao Yu'an's mother's side than in the Xiao family, both large and small, but the youngest are not as sticky as Mingshu. Xiao Yuan squeezed Mingshu's hand, fleshy, squeezed, Mingshu laughed, like a beautiful toy.
He stopped pinching, and Mingshu was going to pull his fingers. But how could he keep playing this kind of mentally retarded game with Xiaodian, and he would be bored in a while. But not long after I arrived, it was too early to leave, so I was thinking about how to chat for a day.
At this time, the nurse came in, lifted the quilt, and wanted to apply medicine to Mingshu.
It was only then that Xiao Yuan saw that Mingshu had large patches of prickly heat on his legs.
When Mingshu came to him the day before yesterday to ask for a gift, he was fine. He was wearing clothes that he couldn't see, but his legs were white and tender, and there were no small red spots. In just one day, the prickly heat grows so much
Mingshu picked up his clothes and said nothing when he applied the medicine, but he probably felt itchy. As soon as the nurse touched him, his stomach was forced up, which was a bit funny.
"You kid, the fans don't turn on in the summer, so it's no wonder that you don't have prickly heat!" The nurse already knew the reason for Mingshu's prickly heat, and while she painted, she warned: "You can't be so stupid when you go back, you know?"
Mingshu nodded obediently, "Thank you auntie, I'll go back and blow the fan."
"That can't be fixed, aren't you sick now?" The nurse helped him put down his clothes and saw Xiao Yu'an, "Is this my brother?"
Xiao Yuan was about to say that it was not his brother, but a neighbor, but Mingshu looked at him. How to say that eyes, dark, wet, as sticky as Mingshu himself, and especially lame. Xiao Yu'an felt inexplicably that if he wanted to say that he was not my brother, Mingshu would hum again after a while.
Mingshu whispered, "It's my brother." But he really wanted to have a brother.
The nurse laughed, "It's my brother? That's fine." Then she turned to Xiao Yu'an, "My brother has to take care of my younger brother, next time he will be bored at home, my brother will go and have a look. It won't work if you don't blow the fan, it's too loud. Neither."
Xiao Yu'an is not easy to explain, but I know it when I say it.
The nurse had other patients to take care of, so she pushed the cart away after explaining it.
This ward is a three-person ward, but no one is on the other two beds, and they all went home after the infusion in the morning. In the afternoon, the sun was shining, Xiao Yuan pulled the curtains halfway and returned to the bed, "Don't you turn on the fan at home?"
Mingshu lowered his head and snapped his fingers. He also wanted to turn on the fan. He almost fainted from the heat yesterday, but when he turned on the fan, paper was blowing everywhere. His brother didn't give him a shell gun, so he could only make one himself.
"I..." Before the gun was ready, he didn't want to tell Xiao Yuan, and after thinking for a long time, he came to an ambiguous sentence: "I had something to do yesterday."
This tone made Xiao Yu'an laugh, "What's the matter with you? Can't the fan blow?"
Now Mingshu couldn't answer, so he sat on the bed and touched the east and west, "It's something."
Xiao Yuan doesn't talk about it in peacetime. He is not a nosy person. He is too lazy to ask a question a second time. Xiao Jincheng comes to him happily and tells him - I found a secret. Do you want to hear it? I won't tell it. You, alas, don't go, listen to me!
Now that Mingshu is so awkward, he has a very rare thought of asking, "What's the matter?"
Mingshu glanced at him several times, not knowing what he was muttering there. He could see that Mingshu didn't want him to leave, so he stood up deliberately, "I'll leave if you don't say anything."
Mingshu was really fooled, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, let me tell you!"
Bullying a sick child is not an upright thing, especially Xiao Yuan is the squad leader and has always been upright and upright. When Mingshu yelled at him like this, he felt a little guilty. Hardcover mints
"I used a piece of paper to make a gun yesterday." Mingshu crossed his legs and did it well, but his face was too red, like a tumbler, "The fan will blow the paper away."