Walking to the door of the ward, Song Yu heard Aunt Zhao's brisk laughter and gentle murmurs to herself.
The sudden move to a new ward made Wen Wan a little uncomfortable. She stayed in the room all this afternoon. Later, Aunt Zhao said that she fell asleep, so she must have woken up now.
He rested his hand on the doorknob for a long time, but Song Yu didn't exert any force for a long time. For him, every time he opened this door, he needed great courage, because what was waiting for him was a haggard face, disgusting eyes and vicious curses. Behind the door is a dark lair. Responsibility, blood relationship, and family affection are like shackles wrapped around his limbs. Once he enters, he has nowhere to escape.
But it was different now, there was a small sun inside the door, illuminating his dark days.
Song Yu took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
In the living room, Zhou Yan sat lightly on the sofa, smiling peacefully. Wen Wan was sitting on the wheelchair on his left, and Aunt Zhao was sitting on the single sofa on his right, peeling pears.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three of them looked at Song Yu in unison.
Zhou Yanqing's eyes were clear, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "Mr. Song, my wife called me Xiao Zhou just now!"
Wen Wan turned her head and looked at Song Yu quietly, she didn't speak or show any special expression. But this time, there was no evil in her cloudy eyes, only dazed, just like the countless days and nights in her memory when she sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.
Song Yu stood there in a daze, thinking that Wen Wan really seemed to be getting better.
Zhou Yanqing thought that Song Yu was disappointed because he didn't see Wen Wan speak with his own eyes, and comforted him: "My wife also called me suddenly just now, maybe she will call me again later."
Song Yu smiled and nodded, he walked in front of the three of them and sat between Zhou Yanqing and Wen Wan.
Suddenly there were two more people in the room, and the happiest one was Aunt Zhao. She smiled and pushed the pears cut into small pieces in front of Zhou Yanqing and Song Yu: "Eat a piece of pear to moisten your throat."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao." Zhou Yan responded lightly, first took two pieces and handed them to Aunt Zhao and Wen Wan respectively, and then handed another piece to Song Yu.
Aunt Zhao always had a smile on her face, stroked Zhou Yanqing's head lovingly, and sighed: "Look at your pale face, I made you blood-enriching soup, and you must drink two more when you have dinner." bowl."
Zhou Yan replied obediently: "Okay, then I will wait for the soup."
He didn't want Aunt Zhao to worry, so he lied that his head was hit by himself when he fainted suddenly. Just now Aunt Zhao kept saying that he was too thin and malnourished, so he fainted.
Song Yu silently took the scenes of warmth into his eyes, and gave Zhou Yan a piece of pear from time to time. Suddenly, Yu Guangzhong stretched out a skinny arm and swung it towards Zhou Yan. Song Yu grabbed the wrist reflexively.
Wen Wan looked blankly at her wrist held by Song Yu, and looked at Aunt Zhao as if asking for help, as if asking "what's wrong".
Aunt Zhao was taken aback: "This... what's wrong?"
Zhou Yanqing clearly felt Song Yu's nervousness and depression, and could understand why Song Yu reacted so strongly. Every time Song Yu came to the nursing home, he was bound to be insulted and beaten by Wen Wan and crazy, so if Wen Wan made any move, Song Yu subconsciously thought that she was going to do it.
His heart shrank convulsively, and Zhou Yanqing felt a burst of heartache. He leaned over between Song Yu and Wen Wan, held Song Yu's tense arm, and comforted him: "Teacher Song, don't be nervous, just relax."
Song Yu acted as if he had never heard of it, he didn't speak nor let go.
"Hmm..." Wen Wan was pinched in pain, and uttered a sound aggrieved.
Zhou Yan lightly held Song Yu's hand and exerted a slight force, and repeated again: "Mr. Song, the wife may just want to take a pear, it's okay, take it easy, okay?"
The soft words echoed in his ears, easily soothing Song Yu's burst of aggressiveness, and he slowly let go of Zhou Yanqing's persuasive temptation.
The wrist was free from the shackles, Wen Wan did not give up, and stretched out her hand lightly towards Zhou Yan.
Song Yu instinctively wanted to stop him again, but Zhou Yan lightly held his hand and shook his head slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Song, Madam seems to want to do something else, don't be nervous."
Song Yu struggled lightly, then lowered his arms.
There was a star hidden in the gentle and cloudy eyes, she looked straight at Zhou Yanqing, and slowly stretched out her skinny hands towards him.
Zhou Yanqing sat there motionless, holding his breath to see what Wen Wan wanted to do. Song Yu stared intently at the arm that seemed to have no attack power and went crazy but could punch people's eardrums, and was always ready to block all dangers for Zhou Yanqing.
Wen Wan put her hand next to Zhou Yanqing's ear, then touched his gauze-wrapped wound in the air, and murmured: "It hurts..."
When Wen Wan was out of control and insane, she articulated clearly and her voice was sharp, but when she spoke normally, she was a little slurred, and the ending sound was very long, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Aunt Zhao was the first to react: "Oh, my wife is learning from me. She is caring about Xiao Zhou's wound." Red's voice choked up.
Zhou Yanqing was overjoyed, and couldn't help holding Song Yu's hand, almost jumping up excitedly: "Mr. Song, did you see it? My wife asked me if it hurts."
"Well, I saw it." Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's dry and warm hand instead, feeling the joy of the other party, and also pursed the corners of his mouth, quietly letting out a sigh of relief.
Every time he came, he endured Wen Wan's beating in silence. Just now, he instinctively thought that Wen Wan would beat Zhou Yanqing like him, so he overreacted.
For so many years, Wen Wan left her own spiritual world for the first time and tried to establish communication with the outside world. Song Yu's mood was very complicated.
In his previous life, he hoped that Wen Wan would wake up one day, and let her take a good look at how she pinned all her hatred on her son to survive. After being reborn, he took it lightly and let go of this hatred. After being betrayed by Meng Shiping and Han Jin, he understood the gentleness. The paranoia of their mother and son was exactly the same, otherwise he would not have let himself into a desperate situation.
Now, he only hopes that Wen Wan can let her go, wake up completely, and live the rest of her life well.
After trying to communicate with the outside world, Wen Wan returned to her usual appearance, immersed in her own world, and occasionally muttering to herself, but her performance today was enough to make Aunt Zhao and Zhou Yanqing overjoyed.
It's a pity that the doctor has already left work, they can only suppress their excitement and wait for the doctor to come to treat Wen Wan tomorrow.
With this little interlude, the whole dinnertime atmosphere is relaxed.
The suite they live in now has a kitchen, and Aunt Zhao cooks the dinner. During the period, Zhou Yanqing repeatedly wanted to help but was stopped by Song Yu and Aunt Zhao. In the end, it became Song Yu who helped Aunt Zhao, and Zhou Yanqing accompanied her. Watching a TV episode with Wen Wan.
The bright lights reflect the fireworks in the kitchen, and it has a bit of home flavor.
During the meal, Zhou Yanqing drank two bowls of pork liver soup under the supervision of Aunt Zhao, and the rest was not wasted. Aunt Zhao persuaded Song Yu to drink it up.
Song Yu didn't like the taste of pork liver, but couldn't resist Aunt Zhao's persistence and enthusiasm, so she frowned and drank it. Aunt Zhao has taken care of Wen Wan for many years. In his heart, he is an elder who has known him for many years. He couldn't bear to refuse the elder's kindness. Song Yu has rarely experienced being forced to drink two more bowls of soup by the elders with the excuse of "too thin, make up more", and he is even more unable to refuse.
It was still early after dinner, so Aunt Zhao put on a thick coat for Wen Wan, and pushed her downstairs for two laps to digest food. Zhou Yanqing also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Song Yu on the grounds that he had a concussion and needed rest. He had no choice but to go back to the room to wash up and fiddle with the broken cell phone.
It's a pity that the mobile phone is completely broken and can't be turned on. I can only wait for the injury to recover and take it to a mobile phone repair shop to see if it can be rescued.