At this point, the corridor of the inpatient building was much darker than during the day, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.
Meng Sheng was a little dazed as he looked at the little girl's bright eyes with tears in them.
In the dream, the little girl also looked at me with such a pair of beautiful and lively eyes, full of joy and excitement.
Even the lively scene of her happily spinning around holding up the hem of her grass-green gauze skirt to show off seemed to be vivid in my mind.
Fu Chen noticed the slightly surprised and dazed look on her face, and subconsciously lowered his eyes to glance at the little girl.
There was some confusion in Wen Liang's calm voice, "What's wrong?"
Meng Sheng's wandering thoughts were pulled back by his voice. He met his gaze and paused slightly.
Then he smiled naturally, "No. This kid is..."
"My daughter."
"Are you married?" Meng Sheng was surprised.
Fu Chen found her reaction a little funny, "Don't I look like I'm married?"
Meng Sheng was stunned, then joked, "Maybe I've seen my brother, the single guy, for so long that I'm a little prejudiced. Sorry."
"Well, I'll help you urge him to get out of singlehood sooner."
"That's great. If we really get to be together, my dad will probably thank you first."
A smile spread across Fu Chen's narrow eyes. He gently moved his fair little hand and said softly, "Miaomiao, call me auntie."
"Hello, Auntie."
The little girl's soft voice was nasal, obvious signs of crying.
"Hello to you too."
Meng Sheng squatted down and asked gently, "What's your name?"
The little girl sniffed, not shying away from strangers, but she also hiccupped a little, "My name... my name is Fu Xuanmiao, and my nickname is Miaomiao."
Meng Sheng was touched by her babyish voice, and the smile on his face deepened. He reached out and touched her pigtails, "Fu Xuanmiao, which means warm and hazy, is a really nice name."
The little girl's eyes curved up immediately after being praised, "This name was given by my father."
Meng Sheng smiled and asked again, "How old is Miaomiao?"
The little girl held up three fingers, her pretty face wrinkled up, and she blinked uncertainly, "Three years old...more."
After saying that, he looked up and asked Fu Chen, "Dad, am I right?"
Fu Chen nodded, a doting smile spilling out of his narrow eyes, "Well, Miaomiao is already three years and five months old this year, and will be four years old in another seven months."
Meng Sheng suddenly realized that he was not even four years old...
But the Fu Xuanmiao in her dream looked at least five or six years old.
Could it be a few years later?
Logically speaking, everything and everyone she dreamed about were related to herself.
So what is the connection between this little girl and her?
Why did it appear so clearly in her dream?
And in the dream, the little girl seemed very close to her and very familiar with her.
But the relationship between her and Fu Chen can only be described as unfamiliar.
Meng Sheng was still puzzled.
But she didn't show it on her face, she still smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, "So is Miaomiao in kindergarten now?"
Fu Xuanmiao shook her head, her eyes full of anticipation and excitement, "Not yet. Dad said that when I recover, I can go to kindergarten, play with other children, and read and write with them.
But my father has taught me a lot of words and poems now, and I know them all.”
sick……
Meng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and after a closer look, he realized that she was wearing a small-sized hospital gown of the same color under her pink long knitted cardigan.
In fact, if you look more closely, you can see that the little girl is thin, with just some baby fat on her little face and a light in her eyes, but her face is two points whiter than the normal skin color.
She smiled and pinched the little girl's cheeks, praising her, "Miaomiao is great. What poems can you recite?"
Fu Xuanmiao began to recite the poem with a smile.
Fu Chen stood aside, quietly watching their interaction between the two, one big and one small.
The older one is gentle and calm, with smiling eyes and brows; the younger one is soft, cute, with a lively and naive smile on her face.
As warm and healing as a mother and daughter.
Mother and daughter...
Not knowing what he was thinking of, he frowned slightly, and his pair of slightly deep and clear eyes gently fell on Meng Sheng's delicate face with fair and rich complexion.
After Fu Xuanmiao finished reading the poem, he curled the corners of his lips and ruffled his bangs lovingly.
Seeing the nanny coming out of the ward again, he interrupted, "Miaomiao, can you go in and take the medicine now?"
Fu Xuanmiao looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded obediently, "Okay. You will get better after taking the medicine."
Then, she looked at Meng Sheng again and pointed to the ward not far away with her little hand, "Auntie, I live there, come and play with me."
Meng Sheng looked towards the ward, which was next to where Meng Chengli lived.
She smiled and nodded in response, "Okay, Auntie will come to play with you when she has time."
"Bye, Auntie."
She waved her little hand and trotted towards the nanny who came to pick her up.
After she entered the ward, Meng Sheng withdrew his gaze, and Fu Chen also withdrew his gaze at the same time, and the two of them looked at each other unexpectedly.
Meng Sheng smiled awkwardly, "Miao Miao she..."
Fu Chen knew what she wanted to ask, so he didn't hide it and simply replied, "Pathological asthma of the small airways, congenital."
A hint of surprise flashed across Meng Sheng's eyes, "Then... can it be cured?"
Fu Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No. I can only rely on medication to reduce the frequency of attacks and control the symptoms."
Meng Sheng's heart sank slightly.
If there is no cure, it means that this disease will accompany Miaomiao for the rest of her life.
Thinking about the little girl who was less than four years old, she was so cute and beautiful, and so well-behaved and sensible.
But...
She pursed her lips, and the only feeling lingering in her chest was regret and resentment.
Fu Chen saw the emotions in her eyes and whispered, "Miaomiao was born abroad, nearly eight months premature. After the cause of the disease was diagnosed, her mother blamed herself and suffered from postpartum depression. When Miaomiao was more than four months old, she committed suicide."
This past event was probably a psychological scar in his heart that he could not unravel, and it was too repressed.
He never dared to talk about his deceased wife in front of Miaomiao.
Miaomiao is young, but actually very sensible. He is afraid that she will blame herself after knowing the reason for her mother's death.
He concealed the emotion in his eyes and said, "Miaomiao's illness has been treated abroad before, but the results are not very significant.
There were no other relatives there, and even the nanny who took care of her was a foreign nanny. I was afraid that Miaomiao would feel lonely, so I brought her back. She is indeed more cheerful and outgoing now than when she was abroad."
Meng Sheng was stunned.
She didn't expect him to talk so much to her.
It's not that it's abrupt, but I feel that this kind of thing shouldn't be said to someone who is such a distant relative of her.
But Fu Chen still said it.
Is it because of her brother's relationship?
Meng Sheng seemed to have no answer in his mind.
She pursed her lips and thought of asking, "Why did Miaomiao cry just now?"
Fu Chen heard this, his voice was filled with helplessness, "He refused to take medicine and wanted to go home."
Meng Sheng suddenly realized, and also heard a hint of sadness in his words.
"She's already very well behaved. She's so young, so having a tantrum is her privilege."
There was a hint of smile in Fu Chen's narrow and deep eyes, "Well, what you said makes sense."
The two said goodbye at the door of the ward. Fu Xuanmiao had already finished her medicine and there were two tear bags in her eyes, looking pitiful.
Seeing Fu Chen coming in, she pouted in grievance, opened her hands and shouted, "Dad."
Fu Chen picked her up with a distressed look and patted her head, "My Miaomiao was great today."
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