I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

"Mo Mo, mom will come to you later, okay?"

It’s not surprising that An Zimo will leave. How could a soft-hearted little girl like her leave others alone? It’s him who cares whether others are dead or alive.

An wanted to leave with a bag, and took a taxi to Jiangting Building.

Pei Yizhou lives in a two-story small detached house alone. Compared with his identity, this small house is much simpler. An wants to enter the door code given by Xu Chuan and enter the living room lightly.

It was dark, and she couldn't find where the light was.

An wanted to walk around blindly, staggering, touching something, and then the light came on, and the gray-faced man stared at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes.

An Xiang originally thought that Pei Yizhou had long been drunk and unconscious, but he didn't expect that he could stand up properly, froze, and was about to turn around and leave. However, in the next second, she felt dizzy, her legs floating, and when she was about to fall, Pei Yizhou supported her from behind.

"Is it okay?" His voice was extremely hoarse, like a cut in his throat, not as clear as the past, hoarse with vicissitudes of life.

Ann wanted to be speechless, and his brain hurt bluntly.

Pei Yizhou directly hugged her up, turned and led her back to the room.

An Xiang was restless, "Since you are okay, let me go, Mo Mo is still in the hospital."

Pei Yizhou didn't say a word, and gently put her on the big bed in the bedroom.

The bed is soft and comfortable, and the quilt carries the fragrance of man.

Ann wanted to start to feel sleepy. She forced her eyelids to close, struggling to get up, "I'm going back."

"Lying down." Pei Yizhou ordered coldly.

An wanted to press her lips angrily, "Your cousin said you were drunk, but I don't see anything wrong with you."

The meaning in her tone is obvious.

Pei Yizhou was drunk, vomited twice, and drank sober medicine again, and now he is almost sober.

His eyes were dark, staring quietly at An Xiang's face.

An Xiang is in a terrible state now. After only two days, she seems to have lost a lot of weight, with no blood on her face, making her slender look even weaker.

Pei Yizhou pinched his eyebrows, "You go to sleep."

"Momo is in the hospital."

"I will send someone over to watch, and I will take care of it tomorrow."

"That's not OK."

Ann couldn't believe it, but as soon as he sat up from the bed, he fell back again.

She coughed several times and touched her head with her hand. It was very hot and feverish.

Will you catch a cold?

Thinking of this, An Xiang's breathing became messy.

"Be obedient, rest here." Pei Yizhou's attitude softened and coaxed in a good voice.

An Xiang hasn't forgotten what he said this morning, and said mercilessly with his big eyes open: "But I'm not familiar with you."

This sentence made Pei Yizhou's heart burst into flames. He suppressed his qi and was more patient: "Then you can treat me as a bed and breakfast and give me rent for one night, will it be okay?"

"become."

Ann wanted to get out the phone, but actually sent him a thousand yuan red envelope.

Pei Yizhou almost died out of anger, he knew it, this woman was deliberately unhappy to find him.

An Xiang is indeed uncomfortable. He is light-headed and has an itchy throat. After lying down, his coughing worsens. He clearly wants to sleep, but he can't fall asleep in a drowsy manner.

Pei Yizhou took her temperature, found out the cold medicine from the medicine box and fed it.

Ann wanted to drink the medicine, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

Looking at that haggard cheek, Pei Yizhou's loss that had accumulated for a day turned into distressed instantly. He looked at her and said softly, "Since you are uncomfortable, why are you here?"

"Your brother said you are going to die soon."

"..."

Neuropathy.

Pei Yizhou scolded Xu Chuan secretly, and carefully tucked the quilt up for safety.

She hadn't closed her eyes for almost twenty-four hours, and the effect of the drug made her fall asleep quickly.

Pei Yizhou had been sitting on the edge of the bed and watching, his cold fingers couldn't help but rubbing gently on that smooth cheek. He could see that she was exhausted and uncomfortable, and the color of her soul was dimmed by the disease.

An Xiang always seemed to care about the situation of the people around him, even if he said that the two had nothing to do, he still rushed to his side as soon as possible. In comparison, he is like an immature child.

"cough……"

She was coughing again, Pei Yizhou took a cup of warm water, carefully supported An Xiang, "Drink some water."

Ann wanted to burn out of consciousness, opened her eyes in a daze, and took a few sips of water slowly.

"Call me at five o'clock, I'm going back to make Momo early." An Xiang's voice was vague, and he fell asleep again after speaking.

Pei Yizhou did not respond.

The night outside the window is deep and the moonlight is shallow.

He stood by the bed, like a competent knight.

Pei Yizhou didn't know how to take care of others, and awkwardly changed the towels over and over again. He was relieved until his temperature dropped.

The night passed quickly, and the sky was bright and white at five o'clock.

Pei Yizhou first contacted the nanny and family doctor to take care of An Xiang, then took a shower and changed clothes, and finally drove to the pediatric hospital alone.

The pediatrician’s early morning was the noisiest time, and the corridors were filled with the sound of babies crying.

Pei Yizhou walked to the end of the corridor without squinting his eyes.

Compared with other wards, this ward is extremely quiet.

When Pei Yizhou arrived, Qiuyang was brushing his teeth and washing his face, and An Zimo sat cross-legged on the bed and turned a book.

His appearance made An Zimo stunned for a long time. The little guy poked his head and looked behind him. Seeing the shadow without Anxiety, his little face sank instantly, and he made a cut without giving any face.

"Your mother is sick." Pei Yizhou said directly.

An Zimo still remembered his drunkenness, and couldn't help but ridicule: "Take care of a drunkard so hard, it must be sick."

"Say it?" Pei Yizhou's eyes were full of meaning.

An Zimo rolled his eyes blankly and continued to read.

"Here, eat."

"Not hungry."

"I love to eat or not." Pei Yizhou put the lunch box on the table, opened the chair and sat down directly, "Don't worry, even if your mother is not there, I will take care of you."

An Zimo twisted his small face together.

At this moment Qiuyang came out of the bathroom and looked at the two of them freshly, "Brother Zimo, is this your father? You two really have a father and son."

Pei Yizhou smiled: "Thank you."

An Zimo glared back.

"Did your dad bring you breakfast? Brother Zimo, you are so happy. Your mom and your dad take turns to bring you meals."

An Zimo was in a bad mood at first, and it was even more upset to hear him say this, "Can you not say that I am like a squatting horn?"

Qiuyang was innocent and blinked: "What is a squatting horn?"

"Just go to jail."

"Why are you in jail?"

An Zimo was completely impatient and yelled, "I'm not in jail!"

Qiuyang felt inexplicable, "But you said you were in jail first?"

An Zimo's throat suffocated, and the wound swelled with air.

He was too lazy to care about the child, and read quietly on the pillow.

"Read it after eating." Pei Yizhou pulled out the book directly and took out the breakfast he had bought.

An Zimo didn't want to eat outside food at all.

I didn't think it before, but now that I am used to the craftsmanship of An Xiang, it feels disgusting how the outside things taste. His lips were tight and his face was full of resentment.

Qiuyang laughed at the back: "Uncle, you have to feed. Brother Zimo wants to feed him every meal."

An Zimo's face was distorted, and his mentality completely collapsed: "Qiuyang, don't talk nonsense! When do I let her feed each other!"

"You are what you are, just a little bit."

That provocative posture made An Zimo very upset, jumped out of bed and prepared to fight Qiuyang for three hundred rounds.

At this moment, Qiu Yang's face suddenly changed, his pupils tightened, his breathing was short, and he took two steps back and fell straight to the ground.

Pei Yizhou reacted swiftly, and immediately rang the bell.

The nurses and doctors rushed to give Qiuyang emergency first aid. When they loosened his hospital gown, An Zimo discovered that his body was not shapeless. He was obviously very thin, but his abdomen was very large. It was obviously caused by the accumulation of fluid in the abdomen. As a result, there are edema of the lower limbs and jaundice on the skin.

"Send to the emergency room."

Qiuyang had an oxygen mask on his face, and the oversized mask almost covered his entire face.

An Zimo frowned and followed involuntarily.

Pei Yizhou glanced at An Zimo, pulled the doctor over and asked, "How is that child?"

The doctor shook his head: "The child is too young and missed the best time for treatment. Their parents cannot raise money for the operation. After so long, the cancer cells have spread to other parts. In short, they are not very optimistic."

Pei Yizhou slowly let go, his eyes darkened.

An Zimo sat on the chair and looked inside. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were calm, as cold as ever.

Pei Yizhou touched the back of his head, "Are you friends with that kid?"

An Zimo didn't start, and said coldly, "No."

He swept away and saw Qiuyang's grandparents hurriedly running, the two old men were sweating profusely, and the only figures left by the years were old and embarrassed.

They were crying, and the children behind were crying too.

An Zimo's eyes reflected the various forms of life, and the long-lasting coldness suddenly turned into a daze when he saw the two crying faces.

"Hey."

"Ok?"

"Qiu Yang will definitely die."

Pei Yizhou didn't deny: "Probably." The child's soul was close to gray, and indeed there was not much time.

"Since they are going to die and their family is so poor, why do they have to be cured? Wouldn't it be painful if they die?"

There is not much difference between a man and a sparrow. Rather than endure the pain alive, it is better to get out of the sea of ​​suffering early.

He always thought so.

But regardless of Pei Nuo, Qiuyang, Qiuyang's grandparents, they are all struggling and struggling for the established tragedy.

An Zimo can't figure it out, knowing that the energy and money invested won't be rewarded, why is it so?

In a trance, the man's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Because it takes too long to die, people cherish the time they are alive." Pei Yizhou stroked his son's soft hair, looked at his eyes and said, "An Zimo, there are many people in this world who treat a day as a lifetime. Live, we are not qualified to laugh at other people’s choices."

An Zimo turned his head thoughtfully, his eyelashes trembling lightly, and continued to stare at the emergency room without blinking.

Soon after the treatment, Qiu Yang was sent back to the room, with many more tubes on his body, connected to the equipment next to him.

An Zimo had been standing by the bed and observing Qiuyang, and found that Qiuyang now is no different from the sparrow back then.

"My baby, don't be afraid."

At this time, Qiuyang's grandma comforted An Zimo softly.

He looked up: "I'm not afraid."

Grandma Qiuyang nodded and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"Just don't be afraid, our family Yangyang doesn't want others to be afraid of him..."

Qiuyang changed a lot after his illness, and her former playmates laughed at her.

Grandma is very uncomfortable and is unwilling to let the child be a laughing stock.

Thinking of the past, she sobbed heartily again.