So noisy.
When Huang Zheyue woke up from her coma, she heard noisy conversations all around her and felt a dull pain in her ribs.
Light returned to his eyes, but the blinding sunlight made everything appear white. Only after his eyes adjusted to the light could he see where he was.
A hospital ward.
My gaze shifted elsewhere, and I saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed, watching a lively scene with great interest.
From the side, Huang Zheyue's facial expressions are quite varied.
This woman is the same one who grabbed his cousin near the newspaper office's staff quarters last time.
Huang Zheyue still remembers the woman's decisiveness in grabbing Xiaozhi in an instant.
He immediately rolled over and got up, ready to run away.
As a thief, there's no way he'd want to stay with the person who caught him; he had to run away decisively!
Stay away from this woman!
Before she could even get out of bed, or even just sit up, Huang Zheyue groaned and lay back down, sweat beading on her forehead.
Damn it, Huang Gong beat him too hard. As soon as Huang Zheyue sat up, he felt an unbearable pain.
"You have two broken ribs, facial contusions, and a mild concussion. The doctor recommends that you stay in the hospital for a week to rest."
Huang Zheyue gasped in pain, and then heard a woman's lazy voice in her ear.
His breath hitched, and he lay motionless on the hospital bed, only his eyes moving, silently fixed on her.
Jiang Ci arrived this morning. Yesterday around dusk, Zhou Mingli carried the child down from the rooftop. Before they could even get to the hospital, they heard someone on the street calling Huang Zheyue.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli looked outside and saw that it was Xiao Zhi's mother, Huang Zheyue's aunt, calling for someone.
The child collapsed on the rooftop, his face covered in bruises. Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli could easily guess where the injuries came from.
After some thought, Zhou Mingli took Huang Zheyue to the hospital.
After examining the child, the doctor mistook Zhou Mingli for Huang Zheyue's father and gave him a severe scolding, saying that even parents shouldn't raise their children like that! Look what he's done to the child!
Zhou Mingli was even more wronged than Dou E.
He explained for a while before the doctor understood that he had simply stumbled upon Huang Zheyue's injury and brought her to the hospital.
The doctor was skeptical, but seeing that Zhou Mingli had paid the medical and hospital fees, he reluctantly believed him.
Zhou Mingli went home today, so Jiang Ci came over to look after the boy for him.
Aside from the bruises on his face, Huang Zheyue was deathly pale. He remained silent for a long while before finally saying, "You saved me?"
Jiang Ci said, "My husband saved you."
Huang Zheyue silently recalled the tall, handsome man who had easily pinned him down.
"How much are the medical expenses? I'll pay you when I'm discharged."
Jiang Ci looked at him in surprise.
Huang Zheyue felt very uncomfortable being stared at, and instinctively raised her guard to protect herself. "Isn't it good that I'm giving you money? What are you looking at!"
"Little boy, I'm worried you'll give us the money you stole before."
He's just an eleven or twelve-year-old child, without a father, and his uncle and aunt are the kind of people he is. What money could he possibly have?
Previously, Huang Zheyue was a thief. Even if he had money, Jiang Ci guessed that it wasn't from any legitimate source.
Huang Zheyue was embarrassed by what she was told.
"I'd like to work and earn money, but the neighborhood's poverty alleviation program won't hire me for temporary jobs, so of course I have no choice but to steal." Huang Zheyue's tone remained venomous. "I'm not like you adults. Whatever I get is mine. What's in my hands isn't considered stolen money."
Jiang Ci didn't lecture him about his completely distorted theories. Instead, she poured him a glass of water from her own kettle and said, "You should focus on getting better before talking about money."
Huang Zheyue glanced at the steaming water, pursed her lips, and remained silent.
He covered his face with the blanket, leaving only his eyes exposed, and secretly observed Jiang Ci.
She seemed completely unconcerned about him, her gaze fixed with interest on the two patients arguing over there, just like the other onlookers in the ward. However, her posture was exceptionally relaxed, as if she were in her own home.
A short while later, Jiang Ci stood up again and walked out.
Huang Zheyue's gaze fell on the cup of hot water that Jiang Ci had poured for him.
He paused for a moment, then crawled out of the covers, glanced outside, and seeing that Jiang Ci showed no sign of returning, quickly picked up the cup and took a sip.
It seems to have malted milk powder in it; it's sweet, and it also has the sweet aroma of red dates.
Huang Zheyue paused slightly and glanced down.
The hot water had a clear, slightly yellowish hue, and even the steam it emitted had a sweet smell.
He pursed his lips again and drank it all in one gulp.
Like a thief, after finishing her drink, Huang Zheyue quickly lay back down and covered her head with the blanket.
His ears were a little red. The feeling of sneaking a drink just now reminded Huang Zheyue of the feeling of his first time stealing something when he was a thief.
Huang kicked him out of his house. He had been wandering the streets for three days and was starving. When he saw children on the street holding delicious food, he really wanted to snatch it and eat it.
But Dad said that one should be upright, honest, and trustworthy, and should not do petty theft.
He thought that once his father returned from out of town, he could kick Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang out of his house, and then he would be able to eat again.
Huang Zheyue wandered for several more days.
The only thing he could eat these past few days was the daily supplies distributed by the neighborhood.
Many people are fighting over very little food.
He's too small to grab anything, and even if he did, an adult would snatch it away.
Mid-Autumn Festival was the day my father had promised to come back. He waited from morning till night, guarding the door of the house, watching Huang Gong come out with his wife and son and then go back, having bought a lot of delicious food and fun toys.
Huang Zheyue waited and waited.
Dad didn't come back.
Huang Gong spotted him, grabbed a broom, and chased him out of the alley.
Huang Zheyue cried bitterly all night long, facing the round moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The next day, he set his sights on a man who loved to fight and drink. He waited until the man was drunk and then secretly took all the money and tickets from him.
Looking at the ten yuan and two grain coupons in her hand, Huang Zheyue had only one thought: I can finally eat my fill.
And now.
Hidden under the covers, Huang Zheyue had only one thought.
It's been a very long time since anyone has given him sweet malted milk powder.
Jiang Ci returned from outside, glanced at the empty cup, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
She poured another cup into it, then slowly poured some into the lid of the cup and drank it slowly.
Huang Zheyue got out of bed and saw the cup that was full again, her face turning bright red.
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