"The little bear and the little rabbit dance, one, two, one. They sing and dance, one, two, one. The little rabbit and the little bear dance, one, two, one......"
When they first hugged, she sang to comfort him.
He included her in the beginning of his life.
He had been in a coma for five days since he fainted that night, and he finally woke up in the afternoon.
The female doctor removed the needle in the room and drew blood for testing.
After it was over, Cheng Wanying went in and said, "Are you hungry? I made some porridge. Have some."
Wang Chuwei leaned against the bed screen and smiled when he saw her come in, "Okay."
Cheng Wanying sat down beside the bed. The porridge had just been scooped out of the pot and was emitting smoke.
She lowered her head and stared at the rice porridge in the bowl, her nose feeling sore.
"The tears fell in."
Wang Chuwei smiled and pointed at the bowl, trying to coax her.
Cheng Wanying kept stirring the spoon in her hand, trying to hold it back, but her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the bowl steadily.
She plopped the bowl down on the bedside table and burst into tears in his arms.
During these four days, she had no one to rely on and had to bear the fear that he might not wake up.
She could hear the female doctor sighing all the time. She kept telling Zou Kang to ask the parents to come over because something might happen.
She watched as they put him on a ventilator and a heart monitor.
The lights of the ambulance downstairs flashed day and night, making her feel uneasy.
She noticed he was not feeling well on the day of the sports meet, but she didn't care.
She thought, there are so many people worried about his health now, one less person would make no difference, and one more person would make too much.
If he went to the base for treatment and never showed up again, her life would return to where it was.
But now Cheng Wanying thought, if anything happened to him, she would be absolutely finished.
"Yingying, don't cry, don't cry."
The little man cried loudly in my arms, hugged him tightly, and wet his shoulders with tears.
"I'm sorry, Yingying, don't cry."
He hugged her and touched the back of her head to comfort her.
His voice was hoarse from illness, and he held her little face in his hands guiltily, wiping away her tears.
Cheng Wanying dodged his hand, snuggled into his arms, and rubbed against him while humming.
The living Wang Chuwei.
There was a familiar aura on his body, "Can you please cherish your life a little more!"
The soft crying sounded like a kitten baring its teeth and claws. Wang Chuwei thought it was cute and lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.
Afraid she would get angry, he quickly nodded, "Sure."
"You liar."
She didn't believe it. "Have you ever thought about what would happen if you died?"
Cheng Wanying sobbed and sobbed. She felt like a wild monkey throwing a tantrum, or like Tang Monk chanting a spell.
No matter what she said, someone turned a deaf ear to her. Through her tears, she saw him curl his lips and look like he was about to burst out laughing.
"Wang Chuwei, if you dare to laugh, I will bite you to death."
Wang Chuwei held back, and gently wiped the tears from her face with his slender fingers, and tucked the hair that was stuck to her face behind her ears.
"Won't."
He won't die.
He was still ill and looked listless.
The smile in her eyes was pervasive, and the gentleness of spring water surrounded her.
He put one arm around her waist, held her in his arms, and pinched her face as if to coax her.
She looks like Daji, which makes people lose their temper.
Cheng Wanying pouted, "You can't do this next time."
Half of it was a complaint, and half of it sounded like a spoiled child. "If you're not feeling well, you should tell me."
People have mouths for talking, but he couldn't even tell her that he was not feeling well and wanted her to accompany him to the hospital.
Wang Chuwei hummed, "You ignore me."
"How can I ignore you when you tell me this?"
Cheng Wanying was almost furious. She must have been so vicious and heartless in his eyes.
He told her he had a fever, could she pretend not to hear him?
"You know you're ignoring me."
Wang Chuwei took the porridge and took a sip.
The tone was casual, with no audible complaint, but he was pointing fingers everywhere.
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