Xiao Yuer obediently lowered his footsteps, came over to look at his father, and asked, "Is Dad also sick like Xiao Yuer last time?"

An Hua: "Yes, Dad is sick."

Xiao Yuer: "Dad must have gotten sick because he was disobedient and didn't wear enough clothes."

"...You are right."

"It's okay, mom. Just spank dad and he'll know how to be obedient in the future."

An Hua laughed for a while, then drove Xiao Yuer out, "Don't stay here, go out and play, or you'll get infected by Dad."

"Mom, aren't you afraid of infection?"

An Huayu: "Mom is an adult, it's okay."

Xiao Yuer went out only after An Hua's repeated urging.

It was already late in the afternoon, and Xiao Zheng still hadn't woken up, but his fever had subsided, and An Hua felt relieved.

She maintained the same posture, her body already stiff and numb. She looked down at the man sleeping in her arms, and she couldn't help but pinch his ear.

Xiao Zheng moved, and An Hua took the opportunity to pull out her body, then quickly stuffed a pillow into his arms.

She rubbed her waist and shoulders for a while before slowly standing up.

Seeing Xiao Zheng falling asleep again with the pillow in his arms, An Hua tiptoed out.

I'm getting older and older, but the disease has turned me into a child again.

Yang Tao cooked white porridge at noon. An Hua thought that Xiao Zheng would be fuller and have an appetite after waking up, so she cut some lean meat and green onions and ginger and put them into the porridge, then added salt and cooked it.

While they were busy, Xiaoyuer came back.

As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "How is Dad? Is he sick?"

An Hua replied: "How can it be so fast? Dad is still sleeping."

Xiao Yuer said "oh", threw his schoolbag away, and went upstairs.

An Hua was busy in the kitchen and didn't notice what he was doing.

With a "click", the bedroom door was opened, and Xiao Yuer tiptoed into his parents' room.

Dad was very big, lying on the bed, with a big bulge under the quilt. Xiao Yuer went over and called softly, "Dad?"

Dad didn't respond.

Xiao Yuer took off his shoes again, kicked his feet twice, and climbed onto the bed.

Dad was holding a pillow in his arms.

Xiao Yuer remembered that when he came at noon, his father was still holding his mother, and his mother was feeding him.

In fact, this is entirely a visual difference caused by angle. Xiao Yuer is short, and when he saw his mother half lying on the bed at the door, only his father's head was exposed, and it seemed that he was buried in his mother.

At that time, Xiao Yuer felt very strange. Why did his father still drink milk when he was so old? He had stopped drinking milk a long time ago.

But on second thought, it might be because his father was sick. He still remembered that when he was a child - about two or three years old, every time he felt uncomfortable, his mother would put a pacifier in his mouth.

And now, there is only the pillow in Dad's arms.

Xiao Yuer looked at his father's frowning face and felt that he was very pitiful.

After a while, Xiao Yuer pulled the pillow out of his father's arms and crawled into it.

Xiao Zheng was awakened by the noise. In a daze, he felt that his wife was gone. The small body looked like an old child, right?

"Xiao Yu'er?" Xiao Zheng muttered.

"Dad, I'm here." Xiao Yuer reached out and patted his father's back, like coaxing a child, "Does it still hurt, Dad? Don't worry, Xiao Yuer is here with you."

Xiao Zheng felt very relieved.

He has long said that the youngest are the most caring.

But Xiao Zheng didn't expect that the youngest's next move would be so thoughtful and speechless.

Xiao Yuer lifted his clothes, moved closer to his father's mouth, and coaxed him: "Daddy, be good, Xiao Yuer will feed you..."