"It hurts only when I wake up in the morning," Ah Chou said hurriedly, rolling up his gray sleeves. At the same time, he added, "It doesn't hurt too much."
"Why are you wearing this old jacket again?" Zhong Mingwei looked at the sleeves rolled up by Ah Chou, and then at the stain on the front of the jacket. He couldn't help but frowned, "Why don't you wear that new coat?"
"I accidentally broke a piece when I was holding the firewood. It will be repaired in two days before wearing it." Ah Chou said with his head down, and while renewing the fire in the stove, he paused and said again. "It's better to wear old clothes, not afraid of being dirty or damaged."
Zhong Mingwei frowned, wanting to say something. But in the end, he didn't say anything.
…
"Girl, does it hurt a lot?" After breakfast, the two of them curled up under the blanket, and Zhong Mingwei wrapped Ah Chou in his arms. He rubbed A Chou's stomach through his clothes. Once upon a time. Because Ah Chou is embarrassed, he can talk a lot. But this time, Ah Chou was unusually quiet. Lying on Zhong Mingwei's arm and nestling obediently in the man's arms, Zhong Mingwei inevitably felt a little worried. While leaning over to kiss Ah Chou's forehead, "Wait a minute, I'll make ginger brown sugar tea for you."
"I don't want to drink," Ah Chou felt that her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. She took Zhong Mingwei's hand and put it on her stomach, not letting him go, and put a sticker on the man's arms, "Zhong Mingwei, you Don't go anywhere, if you hold me, I won't hurt anymore."
"Okay, I'll hold you," Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he hugged Ah Chou even tighter, his chin gently rubbing against Ah Chou's neck, holding Ah Chou's shoulder with one hand, and gently rubbing A Chou's stomach with the other hand, "Girl, if the pain is severe, don't just bear it and bite my arm."
"Wouldn't it hurt to bite your arm? Hiss..." Ah Chou couldn't help laughing, but suddenly frowned and let out a soft cry, rubbing his palm-sized face against the man's palm, whispering Said, "Zhong Mingwei, you coax me..."
"Stomach hurts, look for Lao Xiong. Old Xiong is not at home, look for San Scar," Zhong Mingwei rubbed Ah Chou's belly while softly singing in her ear, "San Scar is sharpening a knife at home, scared The child is fine, does it still hurt? It doesn’t hurt anymore, my stomach hurts, go to the old bear. The old bear is not at home... "
Under the warm quilt, Zhong Mingwei sang to his little girl over and over until the little girl fell asleep, Zhong Mingwei was still singing, but his voice was very low, and he gently stroked the little girl's forehead With the broken hair in front of him, he pecked Achou Khan's brow with gusto.
"Zhong, Zhong Mingwei, I feel so uncomfortable..." In her sleep, Ah Chou sobbed softly. She curled up, curled up her body like a big shrimp, covered her mouth tightly with her hands, and her crying was fragmented and unrestrained. Indistinctly, suddenly, she bit the back of her hand, and then the inaudible cry was no longer heard.
"Girl, girl!" Zhong Mingwei's heart was about to break. He looked at Ah Chou's wrinkled face with intertwined tears, and wanted to wake her up, but he couldn't bear to wake her up. How many days? The child who was not asleep finally fell asleep at this time. At that moment, he gently opened Ah Chou's mouth, and then stuffed his fingers in. There was a dense pain from the fingertips, and Zhong Mingwei's heart ached. There was also a dull pain, and he hugged Ah Chou even tighter.
…
It was in the middle of the night when Zhong Mingwei realized that there was something wrong with Ah Chou.
Ah Chou fell asleep on the kang since the afternoon, and has been sleeping very deeply. Zhong Mingwei only thought that she had been tired for so many days, so she fell asleep so deeply, so he didn't pay much attention to it at the beginning, and kept rubbing it for her. Stomach, coaxing her to sleep well, but Ah Chou's sleep was too deep and dead. Counting the time, she had slept for seven or eight hours. By this time, she was so skinny. His body began to twitch slightly.
"Girl, girl!" Zhong Mingwei was a little flustered, he gently shook A Chou's shoulders, but A Chou didn't respond, Zhong Mingwei was completely panicked, and he crawled out of the bed in a hurry, while reaching out to rub the kang , and finally touched the candle and the scythe and flint, but his fingers were trembling badly. It took a long time for the candle to finally light up. He was so busy carrying the candle that he saw Ah Chou's pale cheeks and clenched teeth clearly. Zhong Mingwei panicked completely, "Girl! Girl! What's wrong with you? Girl! Look at me!"