Chapter 154 Block
At daybreak, Wei Wuxian was awakened by a familiar, sharp pain. It felt like countless needles were pricking his lower abdomen, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead. He curled up in his blankets, gasping for breath.
He gritted his teeth and held on for a long time, until the pain eased slightly, then he slowly sat up. A faint light was already appearing outside the window, and he suddenly remembered that today was Monday and Sizhui had to go to school.
"I want to see him off," Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, pushing himself up and getting out of bed. It had been so long since he'd taken his son to school, and he felt a sense of emptiness inside.
Just as I put on my coat, the door was gently pushed open.
Lan Wangji walked in with a bowl of medicine. Seeing him getting out of bed, his brows immediately furrowed. "Why are you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"I want to send Sizhui to school." Wei Wuxian smiled and tried to stand up straight, but he still swayed because of his weakness.
Lan Wangji quickly put down the medicine bowl and supported him: "No, it's windy outside, you can't go out."
“I’ll just send you to the door, it’s okay.” Wei Wuxian wanted to insist.
“Daddy!”
A small voice came from the door. Lan Sizhui was standing there with his schoolbag on his back, his eyes sparkling, obviously he had woken up long ago. He saw Wei Wuxian was about to leave and hurried over, his small hand grabbing the corner of his clothes.
"Daddy, you can't go out!" Si Zhui looked up, his little face full of seriousness, "It's windy outside, you'll catch a cold."
Last night, he secretly asked his father why he was always pale. His father told him that his father was weak and could not stand the cold, so he needed to rest. Sizhui took these words to heart and refused to let his father take any risks.
"Daddy, just stand at the door for a while and don't go out." Wei Wuxian ruffled his hair, trying to negotiate.
"No!" Si Zhui insisted, holding on tighter. "What if you catch a cold? What if you get sicker?"
He became more and more anxious as he spoke, his eyes reddening: "I don't want to see Daddy anymore..."
Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly softened, as if something had gently bumped into him. This kid was truly scared.
He squatted down, looked into Sizhui's red eyes, and said softly, "Okay, Daddy won't send you off. I'll wait for you at home, okay?"
"Really?" Si Zhui was still a little worried.
“Really.” Wei WuXian smiled and nodded, scratching his nose. “Daddy’s word is a sure thing.”
Si Zhui finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly: "Then Daddy should stay at home and recuperate. I will come back to accompany you after school."
"good."
Lan Wangji walked over and patted Sizhui's head: "Let's go, it's time to go to school."
“Yeah!” Si Zhui responded, then turned back to look at Wei Wuxian and warned, “Daddy, make sure you take your medicine well and don’t sneak out of bed!”
"I understand, little butler." Wei Wuxian smiled and waved.
Watching Lan Wangji and Si Zhui walk out of the room, Wei Wuxian stood there, feeling both warm and bitter in his heart.
Being thought of and worried about by others is a kind of happiness, but this happiness also hides a trace of helplessness caused by one's own body.
He walked to the window, parted the curtains, and watched the father and son disappear into the alley. Sizhui seemed to glance back, his small figure looking particularly well-behaved in the morning light.
Wei Wuxian sighed softly, turned around, and picked up the medicine bowl on the table. The medicine was bitter, but this time he didn't hesitate and drank it all in one gulp.
In order to be able to personally send Sizhui to school as soon as possible, and to stop worrying those around him, I have to take this medicine no matter how bitter it is.
The sunlight came in through the window and fell into the empty living room, warm and bright.
Wei Wuxian walked over to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the album Sizhui had left on the sofa yesterday and began to flip through it. The album showed a scene of the three of them at an amusement park. In the picture, he was smiling brightly, without a trace of morbidity.
He smiled and touched himself in the album, saying to himself:
Soon, very soon it will be like the painting.
When he gets better, I must hug Si Zhui tightly and spend more time with Lan Zhan, making up for all the missed time bit by bit.
The wind blew gently outside the window, bringing the coolness of the early morning, but it could not blow away the warmth and expectation in the room.
Waiting is also a kind of happiness.
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