Shen Zai kept suppressing the itchiness in his throat and holding back his cough, not wanting to be noticed.
Song Shengsheng was inexplicably flustered and always a little uneasy.
Fortunately, the food in this newly opened western restaurant is delicious, and my heavy mood gradually improved as I ate.
When Song Shengsheng was feeling a little uneasy, Shen Zai even cut a steak for her.
Song Shengsheng looked at the plate he pushed over and hesitated for several times. In the end, all he could say was just one sentence: "Thank you."
Both polite and not so polite.
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't you like to eat too?"
Shen Zai didn't expect his mother to remember anything about his preferences, but he was actually very happy to hear this. The smile on his face was no longer a conditioned, fake smile.
It is a genuine joy from the heart.
He said, “Yes, I like it too.”
He looked at her and wanted to say something: "Did you know this?"
Song Shengsheng felt that he had many misunderstandings about her, or about her in the past.
"Her" feelings towards him were complicated, but they were not nothing but hatred. She certainly remembered his preferences and knew a little about his character.
If you really know nothing about him.
That's when there's really nothing left but love and hate.
Song nodded and told him seriously, "I know."
Maybe it was for herself, or maybe it was for another self in another world, she said: "You like to eat carrots and don't like to eat eggplants. I know a lot of things, but you think I don't know."
Shen was staring at her, his seemingly calm expression was slightly moist, as if he was happy, but deep inside this happiness there was also an inexplicable sadness.
In these few months, he has gained far more than he imagined.
"Yes, you are right. I like eating carrots."
Unlike his mother, who doesn't like to eat anything.
There really aren't many similarities between him and his mother; even their tastes are not the same.
Shen Zai's beautiful and affectionate eyes curved up, beautiful as stars, but now it looked as if he was about to cry, his tears flowed quietly into his heart.
Song Shengsheng couldn't stand being stared at like this for too long.
Her mood seemed to be affected as well. She felt sad and wanted to cry.
After coming out of the western restaurant, Song Shengsheng took people to the pharmacy and asked the old doctor to prescribe medicine.
Shen Zai was held by her hand and followed her obediently without struggling or saying much.
Song Shengsheng was even more anxious than he was. He grabbed the doctor and said, "He's coughing badly. Can you take a look at him first? It would be best if you could prescribe a prescription or something. We can go buy the medicine ourselves."
There are still more Chinese medicines in the pharmacy.
These days, both Western and Chinese medicine are equally popular.
However, Song Shengsheng still thinks that Western medicine is still necessary to treat cough.
And it seemed that Shen Zaiyi was not someone who could take Chinese medicine.
The doctor looked at the tall, delicate-looking young man next to her. He was lazily leaning against the door. He didn't look like he was coughing violently.
“Is the only symptom coughing?”
When the doctor asked this, Song Shengsheng immediately turned around and looked at Shen Zai, raised his arm and nudged him, as if asking him a question.
Shen Zai nodded: "Yes, doctor, I do have a little cough."
The doctor looked at him and muttered, "It doesn't look that serious."
The doctor prescribed him some Chuanbei loquat paste and some lung-moisturizing medicine, and asked someone to take the bill to pay.
Song Shengsheng looked at these familiar medicines and felt that they were of no use.
But she couldn't disobey the doctor, so she had to take the medicine and walk out the door.
She handed the medicine to Shen Zai and told him repeatedly, "You must take the medicine well and don't neglect your body."
Shen Zai held the medicine and was silent for a few moments. His eyelashes trembled, as if a tear was about to fall from his eyes.
He tried to smile and said, "I'm really fine."
"Are you worried about me?"
Of course Song Shengsheng was worried about him!
And I'm particularly worried!
She had a fierce face and a fierce tone. She emphasized it so that he wouldn't take it lightly: "Of course! If I wasn't worried about you, why would I buy medicine for you?"
"If you are not feeling well, I will not feel well either."
Shen Zai suddenly felt a little regretful.
I shouldn't have come.
or.
He shouldn't force her to remember him until her death.
He never wanted to hurt her any more.
While Song Shengsheng was still chattering, she was suddenly hugged by him.
He whispered a few words in her ear.
Song Shengsheng didn't hear clearly.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Shen Zai smiled, "It's not important, Mom."
Song Shengsheng always felt that his smile made people sad. She felt depressed and opened her mouth several times but didn't know what to say.
Finally, I can only say "oh".
Then I went home and watched him take medicine.
Even though Song Shengsheng watched Shen Zai take medicine at a fixed time every day like an alarm clock, and he swallowed the pills obediently in front of her, his cough seemed to never go away.
Not only has it not gotten better.
It seems to be getting even worse.
Song Shengsheng could see him every day, but even so, she could still feel that he was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin was as white as that thin piece of paper.
Song Shengsheng felt uneasy.
After seeing the blood coughed out of his palm, these uneasy feelings suddenly pierced her brain like a sharp thorn.
She took him to the hospital several times, but to no avail.
Shen Zai always followed her to the hospital obediently and followed the doctor's instructions. He was a very obedient patient.
Song Shengsheng brought him out of the hospital that day, holding the test form in his hand, his face looked a little dazed and absent-minded.
Shen Zai saw her stop and stopped too.
He was just about to do what he did before and say it was okay so that she didn't need to worry anymore.
The moment she raised her head, I saw tears on her face.
Song Shengsheng didn't know why she suddenly started crying. Tears fell without warning and covered her entire face.
Shen Zai was silent for a few seconds. He raised his hand without saying anything else. He just wiped the tears from her face silently.
The fingertips are wet and icy cold.
After a while, Shen Zai said, "It's clean."
Song Shengsheng sniffed, "Are you really taking your medicine properly?"
She looked at him seriously and asked, as if she didn't believe him.
But during this period of time, he lived under her nose and had no chance to do anything. She watched him take the medicine carefully every time.
Shen thought for a moment and answered irrelevantly, "I'll be well soon, Mom."
Song Shengsheng blinked and grabbed his hand. Her watery eyes looked a little blurry. She asked, "Really? Don't lie to me."
Shen Zai held her hand and nodded, "Really."
Song Shengsheng looked at him with hazy eyes. It was unclear whether she was comforting herself or just deliberately following his words. She continued, "I also think you should be getting better soon. You've been to the hospital so many times and taken so many medicines. You will definitely get better."
She kept saying this over and over again, tirelessly.
It seems like if I keep saying this it will become true.
Song Shengsheng looked at him and continued, "I'll have to keep an eye on you next time. You refuse to dress properly when the seasons change. The capital is not a port city. It gets cold in the fall. The cold wind in the winter is like a slap in the face. It hurts so much that you'll catch a cold if you're not careful."
"Don't say you're like this now. He was like this before when I dressed Xiaochi up properly."
Song Shengsheng seemed to be talking endlessly.
Perhaps it was because talking could ease her inner anxiety and make her feel less uneasy.
She thought she was as solid as a rock and could remain indifferent.
But humans are not plants, and after just a few days, she was already a little reluctant to let go.
"I shouldn't have worried you, Mom."
"Don't say that."
"Okay, I won't talk about it then."
Shen Zai suppressed the rusty taste in his throat expressionlessly. He smiled and said, "Let's go home. It's so cold outside, Mom."
It should be snowing soon.
Time flies, and when it comes, it is still the tail end of summer.
In a blink of an eye, it was the season of heavy snow.
I don’t know what’s going on.
This year's first snow fell particularly heavily.
The snow fluttered down like willow catkins, and after one night, the outside of the courtyard was already covered in silver and white.
Song Shengsheng is afraid of the cold, so she always stays at home in this kind of weather to knit sweaters and some beautiful scarves.
Her shop is becoming more and more prosperous and her business is getting better and better.
The prices are also rising, so there is no need to worry about customer sources.
Some relatives of the Fu family knew that she worked as a tailor after graduating from college. They looked down on her and gossiped about her behind her back. When they talked about her secretly, they always said sarcastic things.
But now I heard that she has made a lot of money, is doing very well, and is in the limelight.
This left them with nothing to talk about.
The snow fell all over the branches, and the snow on the branches made a rustling sound.
It seemed as if it would be broken by the heavy snow in the next second.
Song Shengsheng sat by the window, absentmindedly knitting a scarf in her hands. The scarf was made of grey cashmere yarn and she had already finished most of it, with only the last few steps left.
The needle tip suddenly pricked her fingertips.
She hissed and gasped.
Song Shengsheng looked down and found that there was no injury on the fingertips, but the place where it was pierced was red and a little painful.
If it were any other time, she would have whined and cried out in grievance.
But today I don’t have any thoughts, I don’t even feel like feeling sorry for myself.
She had no mood to continue knitting the scarf, so she put down her needle and thread and stared at the heavy snow falling outside the window.
The glass windows were covered with white mist.
There was an icy chill.
Drilled into her body.
There was a reason why Song Shengsheng was absent-minded today. Shen Zai went out in the morning when she was still asleep.
The nanny at home said that she was sleeping soundly at the time and he had already gone upstairs. Perhaps he didn't want to disturb her sleep, so he withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door.
Song Shengsheng was upset and looked back at the door repeatedly.
I asked the babysitter over and over again: "Hasn't he come back yet? Hasn't he called yet?"
"No, I didn't receive a call."
"I see."
Perhaps it was strange that she kept asking questions like this, so she continued, "It's snowing so heavily, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back later."
Then she drooped her brows, and it was hard to tell whether she was complaining or not: "Why would he go out in this weather? He made me so worried."
The nanny was also looking at the heavy snow outside the window.
Standing by the window, you can see the guards standing guard at the door in the distance.
The snow and wind that blew in my face seemed to be able to drown me. No one knew when this heavy snow would end. It was really worrying.
Song Shengsheng likes snowy weather.
I like to lie in a warm bed and do nothing.
but.
She is in a very bad mood today.
She didn't even eat lunch. She just stared at the vast sky and waited.
The phone at home rang several times. She ran to the phone quickly, but it was all unimportant people. She hung up the phone with a sense of disappointment.
It was getting dark.
Song Shengsheng didn't wait for Shen Zai to come back.
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