At that time, Qingzhi was lying by the window sill, staring blankly at the closed window. She heard the disappointed voice of Brother Jian outside, and slowly lowered her head, burying her little face in her hands. The little guy clutched his purple-spotted hands tightly, feeling overwhelmed with discomfort.
Qingzhi is so scared.
No child would not be afraid of such a thing, as if he had turned into a little monster overnight.
Shameless little monster.
She didn't even dare to see her little brother Jian.
I don't know how much time passed, but Shu Nuan opened the door and came in. Shu Nuan saw the little guy lying on the window sill motionless, so he walked over and called her in a low voice. Qing Zhi tilted her head and looked at her listlessly, her voice soft. He cried feebly: "Mother..."
Qingzhi rarely called her mother so uneasily. When Shu Nuan heard the little guy's weak voice, her heart ached to death. She sat down next to the little guy and touched Qingzhi's cheek. The head said, "Mom is here, let's go get something to eat, okay?"
Qingzhi naturally couldn't eat it, but she still nodded obediently and hugged Shu Nuan's neck to ask her to hug him.
Because Qingzhi vomited while eating yesterday, Shunuan was afraid that Qingzhi would lose his appetite, so he prepared some light medicinal food. However, despite this, Qingzhi still only took a few mouthfuls before saying he couldn't eat any more. No matter what Shunuan did, Even coaxing won't work.
Not long after eating, Qingzhi started complaining that her feet hurt again. It was so painful that she couldn't move, let alone walk.
The little guy locked himself in the bedroom, curled up and leaned against the corner of the bed, hugging his two calves, lowered his head, and stared at his purple-spotted toes with red eyes without blinking. Zhi stretched out her little hand and touched it. It hurt.
It hurts more and more every day.
Shu Nuan came over with the medicine and gently opened the unlocked door. The bedroom was quiet, there was no other sound. Although it was daytime, because the windows and doors were closed, the light in the inner hall was a little dim. When Shu Nuan went in, she lit the lamp and saw the tearful little Qingzhi curled up on the corner of the bed.
Shu Nuan almost collapsed when she saw Qingzhi like this.
She called Qingzhi, but Qingzhi refused to reach out to hug her. She just held the quilt covering her tightly, not wanting Shu Nuan to see the purple spots on her little hands and feet.
Shu Nuan then saw that the little guy's eyelids were lightly pink, and he was looking at her with misty eyes and tears. She was Shu Nuan's daughter. How could Shu Nuan not know that Qingzhi was still young at this moment? The fear and sadness of little people.
She sat down by the bed, looked at Xiao Qingzhi and said, "Qingzhi, is it hurting somewhere again?"
Qingzhi lowered his head, rubbed his eyes and whispered "hmm" in a nasal voice.
Shu Nuan tried to take away the quilt from Qingzhi, but Qingzhi didn't struggle. When the quilt was pulled off, Shu Nuan saw the little guy's two little feet that were tightly held together, and the originally white and crystal-clear toes were so soft. A small purple spot appeared.
Shunuan's eyes turned slightly red, and he reached out and touched the little guy's toes, "Baby, does it hurt?"
The young baby nodded, feeling so painful that he didn't even want to say anything.
Shu Nuan held the little guy in her arms and closed her eyes tightly, almost unable to breathe.
And Qingzhi lay softly in her arms, looking lifeless. She hugged Shunuan's neck and rubbed her for a long time. She coughed a few times and asked in a sad voice: "Shunuan, am I going to die?" Already…”