His son took the frisbee and went to find Coach Atobe and little Natsume...

It's all tears of shame...

Natsume Takashi gradually adapted to the life here, and was happy and cheerful every day.

Until, that night he fell ill...

night,

Jingguang fell asleep with the child in his arms, but suddenly he realized something and quickly got up.

I saw the child, who had rolled to the other side of the bed at some point, frowning and breathing heavily in his sleep, with red cheeks.

Touch the forehead temperature,

It’s too hot.

Atobe Keimitsu suddenly stood up, threw back the quilt, and went downstairs barefoot to the living room to get the medicine box.

Little Natsume just felt so hot, his whole body was hot,

Then, a cold hand touched his forehead.

Very comfortable.

Just like when dad was still alive...

He was delirious due to the fever and couldn't help but rub his hand.

Soon, something seemed to be stuffed into his mouth.

He puffed up his cheeks, chewed it, swallowed it, and then took another pill.

The child who was usually very well behaved, perhaps because of illness, broke the psychological defense line, and the grievances, sadness, longing and sorrow accumulated for a long time,

All turned into tears and slid down from the corners of my eyes.

In the mist,

Natsume Takashi opened his eyes a little and vaguely saw a figure appear in front of him, gently wiping away his tears.

"Keimitsu, is it true that Natsume-chan doesn't need to be taken to the hospital?"

There was someone wandering around not far away, a dark figure, a little distorted,

"No, I've already given him antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and he was given a few emergency injections... He went to the hospital for an IV. He's too weak, malnourished, and a little frail... It's not good to use too much of those antibiotics. The fever will go down in a while."

Someone is talking in my ear.

Little Natsume tried hard to open his eyes to see who it was, but he couldn't see clearly. It was as if there was mist in front of his eyes, and his eyelids were very heavy.

After a while, I fell into a deep sleep irresistibly.

Jing Guang sat quietly beside him, wiping his sweat from time to time and paying attention to the temperature of his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously after feeling that the temperature did not rise but slowly dropped.

Although I know the current level of medical care and the effectiveness of my own medicine, I still can't help but worry about my own children.

At this moment, it is true that only when you have children will you understand the kindness of your parents.

Jingguang looked at the little Natsume with chapped and pale lips. The main reason was that the child was thinner than his peers, his body was not very healthy, and his immunity was relatively low.

Now that I have a fever again, I’m afraid that the meat that I have grown with great difficulty during this period of time will be lost all at once.

"Get well soon, Takashi."

[Takashi, good boy, daddy is gone, you have to be well...]

Natsume Takashi was walking in a vast expanse of white. Suddenly, a gentle voice came from behind him. He turned his head quickly.

The voice sounded familiar, but the figure was hidden in the white fog, with only a back figure walking away.

"dad--"

He sat up suddenly.

Jingguang touched Natsume Takashi's forehead and found that it had finally returned to normal temperature.

Very good.

"Are you feeling better?"

Seeing that Natsume Takashi had obviously had a nightmare and woke up, Jingguang did not ask him about the "Dad" he had just murmured, but instead put his hair against Natsume Takashi's forehead, felt the temperature, and asked.

"Uncle Jingguang?"

Natsume Takashi blinked blankly, looked around, and soon found the focus.

He feels very good and strong now.

Last night, he saw in a daze that there seemed to be some strange creature like an octopus on the white ceiling above his head, looking at him and trying to get close to him.