Mu Xiaoya woke up in the middle of the night, the parents of both parties got the news the next day, and they rushed over early the next day. After some chatting, only Shen Qingyi stayed, and the others went back after saying hello in order not to disturb Mu Xiaoya's rest.
And Bai Chuan, who had not had a good rest for six days, finally fell asleep on the sofa beside him.
Shen Qingyi sighed while peeling an apple for her daughter, "This time you suddenly fell ill, and Xiaochuan's performance exceeded our expectations."
"What's wrong with him?" Mu Xiaoya was also curious about Bai Chuan's performance after she fell ill, but yesterday she saw that Bai Chuan was too tired, so she didn't want to ask.
"He was the calmest of all of us." Shen Qingyi recalled, "calling an ambulance, going through the hospitalization procedures, describing the condition, contacting us, and taking care of you, everything was arranged in an orderly manner, not like an autistic person at all. People who are sick. On the contrary, we are so panicked that we don’t know what to do.”
"He's not sick?"
"No, if it wasn't for him guarding your ward and not letting others take care of you, I would have thought that he was so calm because he didn't know how to part with life and death." Shen Qingyi replied with a smile, "Before, my dad and I were there. I'm also worried that Bai Chuan won't be able to take care of you, now it seems that we are completely overthinking it."
"It's not that he doesn't understand, he's waiting for me to wake up..." Or can't wake up.
Mu Xiaoya turned to look at Bai Chuan, he was wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa, his eyes were closed tightly on his white face, and his long eyelashes trembled occasionally, as if he would wake up at any time. Mu Xiaoya couldn't see Bai Chuan's eyes, but she knew that Bai Chuan should have been waiting for her end before walking towards her.
"Fortunately, you're awake." Recalling the scene at that time, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but be frightened, "Otherwise... Sigh, don't say it."
In order not to increase the burden on Mu Xiaoya, the two discussed it together, and no one would bring up the matter of hereditary disease in front of Mu Xiaoya and Bai Chuan in the future. Although the genetic disease is still there, whether it is Professor Rong who first developed a treatment for the genetic disease, or the genetic disease finally broke out, they had no choice but to wait. The only thing they can do is live optimistically in the moment.
"When you're discharged from the hospital, go see Grandma Bai." Shen Qingyi urged. Ever since she knew that her daughter's escape was because of the jade bracelet, Shen Qingyi has been grateful to Grandma Bai in her heart.
"Yeah." Mu Xiaoya agreed, even if her mother didn't mention it, she would still go.
At noon, Shen Qingyi went out to buy food for her daughter, and Bai Zheng came over not long after she left, and he came to give Bai Chuan a change of clothes.
"Is Xiaochuan still sleeping?" Bai Zheng glanced at Bai Chuan, who was still sleeping, and put the clothes in his hand on the chair next to him.
"It's probably because he's very tired, and it was so noisy in the morning that he couldn't wake him up." Mu Xiaoya felt a little distressed.
"How are you...?" Bai Zheng asked Mu Xiaoya.
"I'm fine."
Mu Xiaoya's face was still a little pale, but her mental state had recovered well. He also asked Professor Rong, as long as she didn't fall into a coma again, Mu Xiaoya was actually no different from ordinary people. But Bai Zheng couldn't forget how Mu Xiaoya was rescued with tubes inserted all over his body when he rushed to the hospital, especially when Professor Rong told the cause of Mu Xiaoya's illness...
"I'm sorry." Bai Zheng suddenly apologized.
"Big brother?" Mu Xiaoya was a little confused, why did Bai Zheng suddenly apologize to her
"It's because I told Xiaochuan that I hope you have a baby, so that you will get sick earlier." When Professor Rong said that if Mu Xiaoya was not pregnant, she might not get sick until two to three years later, Bai Zheng started Blame yourself. What does two to three years represent? It represents more advanced medical strength, and it means that Mu Xiaoya's body can be nourished by the jade bracelet for two more years. Maybe two to three years later, when Mu Xiaoya is sick, Professor Rong has already found a way to treat hereditary diseases. Or, the jade bracelet will interfere more thoroughly with the diseased gene, and she may not get sick at all.
"Brother, what does this have to do with you. The child is what Xiaochuan and I want, and no one thought that pregnancy would make me sick earlier."
Bai Zheng understood this truth, and he persuaded himself like this, but he still couldn't let go of the consequences that it almost caused. You can't avoid responsibility just because you act unintentionally. In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.
"It should be my own choice to go back to the source." Seeing Bai Zheng still blaming herself, Mu Xiaoya said half-truth, "If I didn't choose to marry Xiao Chuan, grandma wouldn't give me the bracelet, then I won't get pregnant. That way I can live two more years, and then suddenly get sick and die. Do you think these two outcomes are more suitable for me?"
Bai Zheng looked at Mu Xiaoya, there was always an illusion, she seemed to have known that she would definitely fall ill.
"You... don't die." After Mu Xiaoya fell ill, everyone was amazed at Bai Chuan's calmness. The collapse they were worried about didn't happen at all, not even the slightest sign of the disease. But Bai Zheng knew that if Mu Xiaoya really couldn't wake up, that would be the beginning of Bai Chuan's collapse.
During the six days that Mu Xiaoya was in a coma, Bai Chuan didn't ask a single question about her condition, but kept asking the doctor, "Xiaoya, will you wake up?"
There was not much worry in the words, as if they were just waiting for a result. As for the reaction after knowing the result, Bai Zheng couldn't imagine it.
"I work hard." Mu Xiaoya replied with a smile.
Bai Zheng glanced at Bai Chuan again, didn't speak again, nodded and left.
In the blink of an eye, three months later, Mu Xiaoya's due date was up. When choosing the method of delivery, Mu Xiaoya chose a caesarean section without hesitation. Shirakawa saw the production process.
If Bai Chuan could see the process of his birth, he would probably be hated by his father as soon as his child was born.
But what Mu Xiaoya never expected was that she was so worried that when the child was just born, Bai Chuan hated her. The reason is even more confusing, because their son doesn't look like Mu Xiaoya at all.
Yes, they had a son. Although many things happen during pregnancy, fortunately, the baby is in good health. When the child was sent back from the inspection, the two parents kept praising the crib.
One said that the child had a good-looking nose, the other said that the child had a good-looking mouth, and even said that the hair was good-looking. Only Bai Chuan said angrily: "It's different from what I imagined."
Everyone was interested and asked, "What do you imagine?"
"It's different from when Xiaoya was a child." Bai Chuan replied.
Everyone laughed and persuaded each other: "The child is still young, where does he look like now, and he will know when he grows up."
Seeing that everyone didn't believe what he said, Bai Chuan didn't know where to find a pen and paper, but he even drew a sketch of a five-year-old child on the spot, and then showed it to the two families: "Look, he looks like this in the future, he doesn't look like Xiaoya at all. "
The parents of both parties took turns to see the portrait, and they only felt that the little boy sleeping with his eyes closed was unusually familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Wait..." Li Rong suddenly shouted, then took out her mobile phone, flipped through the photo album, found an old photo, and compared it with the portrait, "Does it look like it?"
"This is..." Shen Qingyi had a vague guess, "When Xiaochuan was a child."
"Yes." Li Rong asked Bai Chuan excitedly, "Your son has grown up, is he really like this?"
"Well, I'm following the natural law of human growth..." Before Bai Chuan could finish explaining the principle of his painting this portrait, he was interrupted by his mother excitedly. This was something that had never happened before. As long as he was willing to speak, who would dare to interrupt.
"That's great." Compared with Bai Chuan's unhappiness, the rest of the Bai family are not happy, because a child who is almost exactly the same as Bai Chuan will make up for their many regrets during Bai Chuan's growth.
The Mu family's parents are also very happy, they don't care who the child looks like, as long as it is their grandson.
No one understood the pain in his heart, Bai Chuan was depressed about it for a long time, and even Mu Xiaoya's comfort didn't work. Until late at night, when Bai Chuan poked his son's face with his finger, he woke the sleeping little dumpling. The little dumpling opened his eyes in a daze, with a pair of black almond eyes, very much like her mother.
Since then, the little dumpling of the Bai family has another father who likes to poke his fingers with his fingers after he falls asleep.
And every morning, Mu Xiaoya, who found that her son always had a red spot on his cheek: "..."
Time flies, another two years, although Mu Xiaoya's genetic disease has still not been cured, and she will be hospitalized for a few days in a coma at regular intervals, but she still survived the last life.
On the second day of her and Bai Chuan's 4th wedding anniversary, Mu Xiaoya and Bai Chuan went to Grandma Bai's tomb with their children.
"Come here, call me Grandma." Mu Xiaoya pointed to Grandma Bai's photo and asked her son to call someone.
"Too... Grandma." Bai Xiaoduanzi's words were not very neat, but his soft and glutinous voice could soothe people's hearts.
"Grandma's biggest regret is that your father didn't like to talk when he was a child, so you shout a few more words." Although Bai Xiaoduanzi looks like his father, his personality follows Mu Xiaoya's, sweet-mouthed and even a little naughty. But these are the things that the Bai family hoped that Bai Chuan could have but didn't have since childhood, so every time the white dumplings were naughty, the Bai family not only did not stop them, but even encouraged them.
Even Mu Xiaoya didn't dare to give the child to her parents-in-law, for fear that she might accidentally raise a second-generation ancestor.
"Too... grandma, grandma..." The child's crisp and tender voice shouted over and over again, Mu Xiaoya looked at Grandma Bai's kind smile on the tombstone, and seemed to hear her answer in a trance.
Grandma, yesterday was supposed to be my death day, but I survived. Every day from now on is the new life you gave me.
Mu Xiaoya looked at the jade bracelet between her wrists and said silently.
"In the future, let him learn the piano." Bai Chuan pointed at the little dumpling who was calling out his great grandmother over and over again, and suddenly suggested.
"Why?" Mu Xiaoya was surprised.
"Grandma wanted to teach me when I was a child, but I didn't learn it." Bai Chuan remembered that when he was very young, grandma liked to hold him to play the piano, but it is strange that he has savant syndrome, and his memory and learning ability are very good. , but I don't know why, I just can't press the keys on the piano.
"it is good."
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