It's been very cold recently and it's always snowing outside, so she can't bear to let Qingzhi go out to enjoy the breeze.
However, Linwu was right. No matter what, Qingzhi is still a child. How can any child not want to go out and play...
Shu Nuan went into the kitchen, made some of Qingzhi's favorite snacks, and knocked on Qingzhi's door.
The room was quiet, with no movement at all. She knocked on the door for a while, but saw no response from the room.
Shu Nuan coughed and was about to say something when the door was suddenly opened slowly. A few white little fingers were exposed from the edge of the door. The door opened and Qingzhi raised his head to look at her. The little guy's eyes were big and bright. But there was no emotion inside, and he looked quite indifferent. But Qingzhi didn't just treat Shu Nuan like this. After that accident, the little guy rarely smiled with others.
Shu Nuan gently touched her round face and said, "I made your favorite rose cake. Do you want to eat it?"
Qingzhi stepped aside hesitantly.
Shu Nuan was able to go in, and when he entered, he closed the door again.
After putting down the plate, Shu Nuan leaned down and looked at her little man, "Can I give it a hug, Shu Nuan?"
Qingzhi tapped the tip of her chin.
Shu Nuan picked up her little sweetheart, sat down, and gave her a piece of rose cake to eat, "Have a try, I just made it."
Qingzhi took a bite and touched Shu Nuan's thumb with her little hand, praising how delicious it was.
Shu Nuan didn't speak immediately, and quietly ate with her little sweetheart. Qing Zhi was very similar to her when eating, and she liked to eat warmly in small bites.
Qingzhi ate several pieces of pastry before he put down his hand.
Seeing this, Shu Nuan wiped her mouth and hands for her. Qingzhi looked up at Shu Nuan and blinked, stretched out her two small hands to hug Shu Nuan's neck, and rubbed her neck gently.
"Qingzhi, can you tell mother why you are angry?"
Qingzhi stayed quietly in her arms for a while before struggling to get out. Shunuan let go of the little guy, and Qingzhi went to get her own notebook. Starting last year, Shunuan taught Qingzhi calligraphy. Now, Qingzhi has learned a lot of simple calligraphy. Her calligraphy was taught by Shu Nuan, so it is naturally very similar to Shu Nuan's. However, because Qingzhi's writing style is immature and she writes very slowly, her handwriting is a bit childish. Round, looks delicate and compact.
Qingzhi wrote in the note: I asked Uncle Wu to take me out to play.
Shu Nuan said: "I know, I didn't blame your uncle Linwu, nor did I want to be angry with Qingzhi. Mother is just worried about Qingzhi, do you understand?"
Qingzhi lowered her head and clasped her little fingers back and forth.
Shu Nuan watched the tassel clip hanging down on the little girl's hair dangle, stretched out his hand to help her clip it again, picked up Qingzhi again, lowered his head and touched Qingzhi's head, "When the weather gets better, How about taking Qingzhi to play again?"
Qingzhi sniffed and nodded in her arms.
That night, Qingzhi started coughing, her nose was red, and she always had trouble breathing.
Shu Nuan called the doctor. The doctor came to Heng Mansion almost every month, so he was already familiar with the situation. After checking Qingzhi's pulse, he said, "It's cold."
The doctor prescribed some medicine for Qingzhi to drink. In the past, Qingzhi was always reluctant to drink medicine, but this time it seemed that he knew that the trouble he had caused made Shu Nuan worried and scared, so he drank the medicine obediently. After finishing it, he dug out the sugar bowl placed next to the pillow, took one out and put it in his mouth.
After thinking about it, he poured out an extra candy and handed it over for Shu Nuan to eat.
Shu Nuan opened her mouth to hold the candy.
The little Qingzhi who looked at her wanted to laugh but felt sad at the same time.