The night was as dark as ink, pressing heavily on the earth. It was extremely quiet outside, with only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, but they were soon swallowed up by the silence.
“No…don’t…wuwu…”
“Wuwuwu…”
Jiang Xiachu and Lin Qingli were sleeping soundly when they suddenly heard the sound of a little girl sobbing in fear.
When Jiang Xiachu heard the noise, he woke up immediately, quickly got up from the bed, sat up, and looked towards the small bed beside him, in the direction of An An.
But it was too dark to see clearly.
Lin Qingli also woke up at this time, and quickly reached out to grab Jiang Xiachu, "Xiachu, why is An An crying?"
Jiang Xiachu lifted the quilt, hurriedly got out of bed, frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's a nightmare. Let's get up and take a look."
Lin Qingli nodded, hurried downstairs, walked to the table in the dark, lit the oil lamp, and placed it on the table beside the bed.
An An was sleeping in the small bed, and Fang Yingqiu brought a separate quilt to cover her.
This small bed had been placed in the utility room and was taken out by Fang Yingqiu today.
Under the warm yellow light, the two of them could see An An's current appearance clearly, and they felt so heartbroken.
Her hands were outside the mattress, tightly grasping the corner of the quilt. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her face looked extremely painful. It was obvious that she was still in a nightmare.
I don’t know what terrible thing she dreamed about, but she kept murmuring “no” and “go away”.
An An's little face was covered with tear marks, and even the tone of her talking in her sleep was tearful, which sounded particularly pitiful.
Jiang Xiachu sat next to An An, holding her hand, patting her gently with the other hand, and coaxing her patiently, "An An, be good, it's just a nightmare, these dreams are all fake, don't be afraid, I am here to accompany you, I will not leave..."
"An An, be obedient. No matter what happens, your sister is here..."
“…”
Jiang Xiachu coaxed An An gently and patiently. Lin Qingli, who was standing by, was not idle either. She got up and fetched a basin of hot water. She soaked a towel in the hot water and wrung it half dry, then gently wiped An An's face.
She had been having a nightmare, and when Jiang Xiachu approached her at first, she was particularly resistant.
After the two of them coaxed her for a long time, An An's emotions gradually stabilized and her crying slowly stopped.
Lin Qingli washed the towel, wrung it dry and hung it on a rack on the side, then returned to bed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
After Lin Qingli covered An An with the quilt, she was not as sleepy anymore. Thinking of An An's appearance just now, she turned her head, looked at Jiang Xiachu, and pursed her lips.
Jiang Xia Chumeng narrowed his eyes, with mixed emotions in them.
Seeing her like this, Lin Qingli tugged at her clothes, glanced at An An, and asked in a low voice: "Xia Chu, An An was like that just now, did you slowly remember something?"
Jiang Xiachu looked at An An's sleeping face and nodded.
During the day, she and Qing Li took An An to see Mr. Pei. After taking An An's pulse, the old man wrote out a prescription and also performed acupuncture.
It seems that the old man's acupuncture took effect, and An An drank a lot of spiritual spring water today, so there was some effect as well.
That's why she slowly began to recover her memory.
Jiang Xiachu's eyes darkened. "We still have to continue the treatment. Although it has helped a little and has recovered a little, we can't stop. We have to cure it. We can't let An An live like this for the rest of his life."
Although she didn't have any physical illness, her brain was somewhat abnormal because she had received too much stimulation.
She couldn't bear to watch An An act so foolishly. People are treacherous. If they weren't there to protect her, she would probably be bullied again in the future when she was outside.
Such a good girl cannot be delayed.
Jiang Xiachu was chatting with Lin Qingli, and then he looked down at An An.
She fell asleep, but her sleep was not serene at all. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth was tightly pursed. She did not relax at all.
Seeing her so uneasy, Jiang Xiachu felt particularly distressed.
She sat next to An An, not feeling very reassured about her. She held her hand and watched over her. Seeing Lin Qingli's tired face, she said, "Qingli, go to bed first. It's too late."
Lin Qingli was a little worried about her, "What about you?"
Jiang Xiachu shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'll go to bed when An'an falls asleep. You go and rest first."
Lin Qingli frowned, "Let me accompany you."
"Which one would you choose, sleeping alone or sleeping with someone else? Besides, I'm not sleepy now, and I can't fall asleep even if I lie in bed."
After hearing what Jiang Xiachu said, Lin Qingli had no choice but to agree and said, "Take care of yourself. If it doesn't work, we can switch shifts and each of us will stay for a while."
Jiang Xiachu smiled and nodded in agreement, "I understand, you should go to bed."
Only then did Lin Qingli get into bed.
Afraid that the light would flash in An An's eyes and keep her awake, Jiang Xiachu turned off the lights.
She sat on a small chair and lay beside the bed to watch over An An. After a while, she felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.
Lying on her stomach was not very comfortable, so she did not sleep very well.
Jiang Xiachu's brows were tightly furrowed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his body twitched from time to time, and his breathing was rapid and disordered, which seemed particularly clear in the silent night.
She dreamed of the scene from last time again.
In the dream, Jiang Xiachu was surrounded by a huge roar, deafening her ears. She suddenly opened her eyes and suddenly stood on the front line where artillery fire was raging.
On the battlefield, everything in front of him seemed extremely real. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder was extremely pungent, mixed with a strong smell of blood that penetrated into his nostrils. Jiang Xiachu couldn't help but clench his fists and raised his hand to cover his nose with his sleeve.
Jiang Xiachu was stunned. He looked around and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
In the places bombarded by artillery fire, wounded corpses were lying all over the place, and dying soldiers were everywhere, groaning in pain.
They all wanted to get up and continue fighting and struggling with the enemy, but their injuries were too severe and they could only lie on the ground helplessly waiting for rescue.
Jiang Xiachu looked up suddenly and saw the people on the border with tear marks on their faces. Their faces were covered with tear marks, and their cries and shouts were ruthlessly drowned out by the roar of artillery fire.
The women hugged their children tightly and hid helplessly aside, while the old people sat on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
The soldiers and civilians lying on the ground were in extreme pain. Some were calling out the names of their comrades, some were calling out for their loved ones, and their voices sounded particularly helpless.
With the fighting raging on the front lines, their helpless voices seemed even more miserable.
Jiang Xiachu's eyes turned red in an instant. Her hands, which had long been hanging by her side, had their nails deeply embedded in the palms of her hands, but she was completely unaware of it. She kept taking deep breaths and biting her lips tightly until blood oozed from her lips.
Although she knew it was a dream, it was a little too real.
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