Old Injury

[Xi and Mo, they also feel very compatible. 】

Song Mo refused to leave, and insisted on staying and sleeping with me after lunch.

Fortunately, the bed is the size of a VIP, 1 meter 5, enough to sleep a little baby.

I disappeared for the past few days. He couldn't wait for my live broadcast, and he didn't have my phone number. He was in a hurry.

"I told my grandfather to go home and see you, and it took him a long time to bring me here." He lay in my arms, playing with my fingers, like a coquette Little milk cat.

I said softly, "I'm sorry, I've been sick these days, and I'm in the hospital, so I won't be able to live stream and call you, and I will definitely not in the future."

Song Bailao's lessons told me that I must not leave the impression of being "abandoned" to my children. Song Mo is just a child, he can't understand the twists and turns of adults now, all I can do is to give him a sense of security as much as possible and let him grow up happier.

As for other things, maybe he will understand naturally in the future, or maybe...he won't remember me at all.

"I don't blame you." He turned to his side and touched my stomach seriously, "Because my mother has a younger sister, the younger sister is more important."

I scratched the tip of his nose: "You are also very important."

He leaned against me, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "Sister is more important. With my sister, I can protect her."

The moment Song Mo finished saying these words, a beautiful picture like a fairy tale was constructed in my mind, and almost in the next second, I realized that this picture may only exist forever in my dream.

The fear and sadness of the imminent death came without warning. For the first time, I felt a kind of "unwilling" emotion. It was as if a boulder was choked in my throat, making my nose sore and my chest choked.

As Liang Qiuyang said, why me? I haven't grown up with my children yet, so how come I'm dying.

I put my hand on his little hand: "Well, Momo can definitely be a...qualified good brother."

Song Mo cuddled me and gradually fell asleep, I pulled the quilt to cover him, and patted him lightly.

"You really like him."

I looked at Song Bailao on the sofa not far away. When I was talking to Song Mo just now, he sat there quietly and didn't interrupt, almost making me ignore his existence.

After a few days of rest, his complexion was much better, not as ugly as when he was in Manshui. At this time, his clothes are straight and his hair is meticulous. Although there are still some signs of fatigue, he has roughly recovered to that unruly alpha.

I glanced at him and staggered: "Nobody doesn't like good kids."

He heard the words and chuckled lightly: "Good boy... I've never been a good boy since I was a child, no wonder no one likes me."

The slapping movement paused slightly, and soon resumed.

His words were almost gibberish. He didn't need to make a sound, just a look. I don't know how many people are willing to crawl at his feet to beg him for mercy, and most of them like him as a "bad boy". He never lacks liking.

I didn't plan to tell him about the dispute in the garden downstairs. After all, listening to the corner is not a glorious thing, and I always feel that he should not want to participate in the grievances and grievances of the previous generation.

From the fact that he didn't hesitate to throw away the flash drive that Xia Qiao sent to him, it can be seen that he hated this mess of his father's love history.

Seeing Song Mo sleeping soundly, I also had some heavy eyelids and drowsiness.

Suddenly the door of the ward knocked gently, and after a while Liang Qiuyang probed in.

Seeing Song Mo sleeping with Song Bailao on the side, he shook his phone at the door and whispered, "I'll see you in a few days, if you have anything to call me, I'll first go."

These alphas, can you control the intensity of kissing? It really hurts when bitten by canine teeth.

"Be careful on the road." I waved goodbye to him.

The door closed again, and the ward returned to silence.

Song Bailao's voice suddenly came from his ear: "You also like him very much."

I unconsciously looked over, he maintained the previous sitting position, his face was expressionless, as if what he said just now was just a casual remark when he was bored.

Thinking that he didn't allow me to communicate with Liang Qiuyang before, no matter how you listen to this sentence now, it seems to have some other meaning.

Liang Qiuyang is the man who will become his "cousin-in-law" in the future. Is he really good?

I adjusted my sleeping position, closed my eyes next to Song Mo, and said, "Because he is also a good boy."

Song Bailao didn't say anything for a long time, and after a long time he laughed and said, "...So that's the case."

Even if the surrounding environment is so quiet, these four words are still like his muttering. If you are not careful, you will not hear clearly.

In two more days, my condition is stable and I can be discharged.

Luo Mengbai prescribed me some antiviral drugs that are better than nothing, and asked me to review them every week and notify her at any time.

The night before I was discharged from the hospital, Song Xiao came to see me off with a ukulele in his hand.

He will have an operation tomorrow, and he will stay in the hospital for a while. He said that he could not send me in person, and only sent a song to apologize.

Maybe it felt like a new beginning after the operation, he shaved his beard, cut his long hair short, and suddenly looked like he was twenty years younger.

It was only now that I found out that Song Bailao's eyebrows and eyes are like Luo Qinghe, but the lower half of his face is very similar to him, especially the lip shape, the upper lip is thin, the lower lip is slightly thicker, when he is not smiling A beautiful water rhombus.

He plucked the strings, smiled at me and said, "I asked the young man next door to borrow it. I haven't played it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty, don't laugh at me..."

He used to be unshaven and tangled with long hair, like a frustrated artist, but now he is shaved, and his hair is cut to his shoulders and tied into a short ponytail at the back of his head, which is a bit high-spirited the look of the artist.

"Yousurelookswell.Don'tletthatfazeyou..." Song Xiao spoke slowly, his singing voice was not as ethereal and transparent as Liang Qiuyang, nor so skillful, with a languid procrastination, like a lover's whisper.

He played and sang, with a bright smile, like the wind of a summer night, refreshing and warm. The person with the same ice cube as Luo Qinghe has two completely different personalities. I'm just curious how they fell in love in the first place.

After singing the song, Song Xiao held down the strings, and I held the venue and clapped my hands continuously.

"Nice!"

Maybe he hadn't sung for many years, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's much worse than before, before Bai Luo..." He paused for a while, then took a break before picking it up, stroking the instrument and laughing a little Se Ran, "Bai Lao really likes to hear me sing this song."

These days, I can also see that he and Song Bailao always get along with embarrassment and caution. Song Bailao didn't reject his closeness, and at the same time, he didn't express more. Maybe, like him, he didn't know how to get along with each other.

The lack of more than ten years does not mean that it can be made up.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, mentioned Song Bolao, the next moment Song Bolao pushed in the door, and when he saw Song Xiao, he frowned not obviously.

"Why are you here?"

Song Xiao quickly stood up, holding the ukulele in one hand, and holding his tripod stick in the other hand.

"Uncle Xiao is here to see me off. He has an operation tomorrow, so he can't see me off..." I explained for Song Xiao.

Song Bailao glanced at the musical instrument in his hand, his eyebrows stretched, but his words couldn't soften: "I know you won't run around when you have surgery tomorrow, didn't the doctor tell you to rest early? "

Song Xiao smiled and nodded hurriedly: "I've said it, I'll go back right away."

He dragged his cane and moved to the door a little bit, and when he passed Song Bailao, he couldn't help but said, "Then you... rest early, don't work too hard."

Song Bailao looked down at him, seeing that the smile on the other's face couldn't hold back, he nodded slightly and said, "Got it."

Song Xiao got a response from him and was very happy: "Ah, okay, then I... Then I'll go!"

When you're done, turn around and wave at me.

Song Bailao watched him leave, but after a long time he took his eyes back, probably seeing the other party entering the elevator.

Sometimes this person is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted...

Song Bailao brought his laptop over today and turned it on as soon as he sat down, as if he was going to work at my place all night.

I saw that he was concentrating on typing and not speaking, he took a newspaper and looked at it under the light.

There is just a piece of news about Xia Sheng, the commercial espionage case of Xia Sheng suing Yanhua Century will be in court next month. Watching the two sides fight.

"In the past, Luo Qinghe and I liked to hear him sing the most."

I was taken aback for a while, then looked up from the newspaper. Song Bailao's typing sound did not stop, and his eyes remained on the screen.

"They met on the streets of foreign countries, one is a young master who is studying abroad, and the other is a young photographer. The photographer fell in love with the young master at first sight. Find…"

He paused in disgust, I couldn't help but ask: "And then?"

"Then it was deleted. But this photographer was very poor, and he had no travel expenses and could only sing on the street. For the next week, the eldest young master passed by that street every day, and he could always be heard singing there. "lovingyou"..." He stopped, a smile on the corners of his lips, a little nostalgia in his eyes, "I used to have exclusive songs with Luo Qinghe, his "lovingyou", my "yousurelookswell". So, until they Divorce, I can't believe that a person who loves us so much would just leave."

The beginning like a fairy tale and the ending like a literary film.

I sighed, and my heart sighed. I'm afraid that Song Bailao had already been outside the door just now, but he couldn't bear to interrupt, and only came in after listening to the whole song.

"I once thought that your dim sum...is the same as the song "lovingyou"." There was no sound of hitting the keyboard, but he was still staring at the computer screen with his eyes down, not knowing Look at me.

I was stunned for two seconds before I figured out what he meant. He felt that the dessert I made for him was like the song Song Xiao sang for Luo Qinghe. It was a... courtship behavior?

Song Bailao finally raised his head, his eyes full of distress: "If you don't like me, why did you marry me in the first place?"