"Yes, Xiaobei, mom is here."
As Zhao Xiaobei cried, his voice for his mother became softer and softer, and then it disappeared indistinctly, leaving only the muffled breathing sound.
Song Yingying waited for a while, and when Zhao Xiaobei stopped making any sound, she slightly opened the quilt and took a look at Zhao Xiaobei's wet face and eyes that were swollen from crying.
He curled up in her arms like a baby.
Song Yingying hugged him tighter and said softly, "Xiaobei, don't be afraid, mom is here."
After this, Song Yingying could finally close her eyes and rest peacefully.
After both mother and son fell asleep, the man sleeping in the small bed opened his eyes, and under the dim light coming in from the window, he looked at the figures hugging each other on the bed for a long time.
Zhao Weidong's heart has not been at peace since this day.
It was not just because Song Yingying was injured, but also because of the completely unfamiliar look she gave him when she woke up in the hospital.
At that moment, he was really scared.
She was afraid that Song Yingying had forgotten her, and that their relationship had not really started and there was no possibility for it to develop further.
But then Song Yingying changed... the familiar feeling came back...
This fear completely disappeared the moment Song Yingying held his hand and carefully applied medicine to him.
His wife and his children were all within his reach, really.
That night, no one knew when Zhao Weidong fell asleep.
The second day.
When Song Yingying woke up, Zhao Weidong looked energetic and everything was normal. He had already made the crib and bought a hot breakfast, including white porridge, steamed buns, and even fried dough sticks!
Due to regional differences, fried dough sticks for breakfast are not common here.
But eating fried dough sticks with white porridge is quite delicious!
Song Yingying was about to get up when she felt a weight on one side of her shoulder. She looked down and saw Zhao Xiaobei still sleeping beside her. His little face was calm and he was snuggling tightly, with no intention of waking up at all.
Zhao Xiaobei was probably too tired from crying last night and hasn't recovered yet.
When Song Yingying saw Zhao Weidong reaching out to hug the child, she waved her hand and made a hushing gesture.
Wait...wait a little longer...
Let Zhao Xiaobei sleep a little longer.
Song Yingying wanted to spend more time with the child, because when Zhao Xiaobei woke up, he would become a little adult again and would feel embarrassed for shedding tears last night.
Let him be a child for a while longer.
So that day, by the time Song Yingying finished her final examination and was discharged from the hospital, it was already noon.
Jiang Nian originally wanted to pick up Song Yingying, but was afraid that they would miss each other on the way, so he ended up waiting in the compound.
Fortunately, the military camp and the hospital could communicate by phone. Qin Sanye talked to Zhao Weidong on the phone and passed the message to Jiang Nian, who then felt relieved.
At noon.
Song Yingying was accompanied by Zhao Weidong, and followed by Zhao Xiaobei, who lowered his head and walked slowly step by step. They were finally back to the familiar yard.
Her home is this yard...
Although Song Yingying has memories, the scenes in her memories and the actual scenes she saw are completely different feelings.
She couldn't help but be curious, so she opened her eyes wide and looked around.
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