Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

It was a week later that everyone saw Lin Qingping again.

Lin Qingping was sent to the intensive care unit right after the operation and was not released until a whole week later.

During this week, I could only see her through the glass every day. The only person who had entered the ICU was Gu Juncheng, who stayed there for a short period of time at the designated time every day. However, every time I went to see her, I found she was just sleeping.

The doctor said there were times when she woke up, but he never encountered one.

On the day he learned that he could be discharged from the intensive care unit, Gu Juncheng took Zhiyuan to the outside of the intensive care unit early to pick him up.

Zhiyuan was overjoyed when he heard that his mother had recovered. He thought he would pick up a lively mother. Unexpectedly, Lin Qingping was still lying on the hospital bed when he came out.

"Mom?" Zhiyuan walked forward and called softly.

Lin Qingping opened her eyes slightly and raised the corners of her lips at him, which was considered a gentle smile.

Zhiyuan felt a little relieved. Mom is getting better, right?

But immediately, Lin Qingping closed his eyes again.

"Lin Qingping?" Gu Juncheng leaned down and called her in a low voice.

She didn't respond.

Gu Juncheng sighed slightly in his heart, but still smiled, "Let's go to the ward. In a few days, we can go home."

When Lin Qingping heard the word "go home", his eyelids twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The ward where Lin Qingping was arranged after the operation is still under the unified care of the hospital. As family members, Gu Juncheng and his family have limited visiting time in the hospital and must leave when the time comes.

Lin Qingping had just come out of the intensive care unit and was not in good spirits. Gu Juncheng had a lot to say to her, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he didn't dare to speak and just held her hand.

Lin Qingping did not have the energy to give any response, whether to accept or resist.

In the eyes of Gu Juncheng and Zhiyuan, Lin Qingping was like a glass man. They didn't even dare to breathe deeply, for fear of scaring her or melting her.

The time spent with her passed quickly, and visiting hours were about to end, but they said almost nothing.

Gu Juncheng couldn't be sure whether she was aware of the misunderstanding that his mother had created about him remarrying, but he felt that there was no rush, as there was still a lifetime to talk about it slowly.

Moreover, he had seven letters in his hand, which were written by her during the seven days she was in the intensive care unit, and he was not the only author.

He unfolded the letter, and the most obvious thing he could see first was the small handprint of Palm Pearl, which was now almost becoming her symbol.

As conspicuous as the small handprint of the palm of hand are a few crooked words: Mom, I miss you.

Zhangzhu can't write yet, and these words can be seen to have been written by an adult holding her hand. They are either Gu Juncheng or Zhiyuan.

On the day of the operation, Zhangzhu was unable to take her mother home and was in a bad mood. When she got home, she said aggrievedly that she missed her mother. Gu Juncheng asked her to write it down and write a letter to tell her mother that she missed her mother. Only then did Zhangzhu stop crying.

However, even though the letter was written, it could not be brought to Lin Qingping because the intensive care unit required sterility.

But Zhangzhu wrote every day, and so there were these seven letters, just like the previous ones written by the family of three.

"Shall I read it to you?" Gu Juncheng asked in a low voice.

Lin Qingping opened her eyes when he took out the letter, and saw Zhangzhu's words and small handprints at a glance. When he asked her if he could read it to her, she did not refuse.

Gu Juncheng began.

Of course, what he read were all his writings, mainly about palm beads. Children of this age make progress every day. He wrote down the new words and new skills he had learned in palm beads in the letter, which really attracted Lin Qingping's attention. After listening to all this, his dull eyes lit up.

However, the time was too short and before I could hear enough, the visiting hours were up.

Lin Qingping stared at the letter, with reluctance in his eyes.

"I'll come early tomorrow and read it to you." Gu Juncheng said softly and covered her with a blanket.

Zhiyuan watched all this, ignoring the dissatisfaction in his heart, held Lin Qingping's hand and said, "Mom, see you tomorrow", then reluctantly said goodbye to Lin Qingping and left the ward.

When they got outside, Gu Juncheng said, "You have to go to school tomorrow, why are you here? If you say you will come but don't, she will be disappointed."

Zhiyuan then expressed his dissatisfaction, "If I don't come, Mom won't know that I miss her!"

"how come……"

"Of course!" Zhiyuan snorted, "When you read the letter, just read what you wrote. What about what I wrote? Don't read a single word!"