Breaking the cocoon gl+ Fanwai

Hungry? Ah! By the way, I was so busy packing my luggage this evening that I even forgot to breastfeed Youyou.It was around when I was taking a bath that Youyou started to cry, and Lin Yi came in to see the child.I only heard the second half in the bathroom, not the first half.

Wait, did Lin Yi knock over the kettle?

I hurried forward, opened her sleeve to look, and saw that the back of her right hand was red, obviously scalded.My actions obviously frightened her, she tried to shrink her arms, but it was really inconvenient for Youyou to hold her in her arms, so I caught her straight.

I took Youyou from her arms and said to her:

You go to the sink and flush it with cold water, and I'll be right over.

She seemed to be very obedient tonight, and after a while I heard the sound of water being poured from the pool outside.I coaxed Youyou well, the little guy looked at me with teary eyes, staring at me with big black eyes, as if he had been greatly wronged, I was a little angry, and said to her:

You girl, what an ancestor.

I don't know who it was said to.

When I went out to find Lin Yi, she had already turned off the water.I took a basin of cold water and asked her to soak her hands in it.Then he went to make milk to feed Youyou, the little guy had a heartless meal, and then blew milk bubbles, looking cute and flattering.I almost spanked her little butt, but I felt a little guilty in my heart. I couldn't bear it, so I could only kiss her hard. This little guy, it's better not to be as thick-skinned as her scumbag father.

After feeding the little ancestor, I came out to take care of the big ancestor.Carefully wiped her hands dry, then rummaged through boxes to find burn ointment and applied it to her.She was surprisingly obedient and did not resist the whole process, which surprised me endlessly.

What happened to you today? Why did you suddenly want to feed Youyou?

I would ask this question, which is actually a means of treatment.I need Lin Yi to tell me what she thinks in her heart all the time. The two of us have to maintain a caring state, so no matter when, I will ask her what she thinks in her heart.Sometimes she answers and sometimes she doesn't, it doesn't matter, it's just a means of therapy.Because even if she doesn't answer, she must be thinking about my question subconsciously, and I can see the clue from her micro-expression.

This treatment method is very effective. After such a long time, Lin Yi has gradually been able to tell me what she thinks in her heart.She also talked more, and today she took the initiative to explain the situation to me just now, which is the most obvious manifestation.

She was silent, her eyebrows were drooping, and her thick and slender eyelashes covered the shadows, covering the color of her eyes.This is a habit, every time I ask her a question, she must not answer quickly.I have to wait about a minute or two, after that if she doesn't answer then I don't get an answer.During this period of time, I would stare at her expression. I have developed the habit of staring at her every time I ask her a question, so that I treated my senior sister like this inadvertently, but was ridiculed by her senior. Yes, saying that I always discharge electricity at her.

I waited 2 minutes without an answer, thinking she wouldn't answer me.And this time she didn't have the slightest micro-expression on her face, which made me quite disappointed.I was really curious, but I didn't dare to push too much, so I had to give up.

When I was holding the basin and was going to pour the water away, just as I turned around, I heard her suddenly say:

you are leaving

I stopped:

I can do it myself

I look back at her:!

What she said didn't match what she said, even a normal person couldn't understand what she was saying.But I understood it, and understood it almost instantly.She is saying:

You are not here during the Spring Festival, I know you are all worried that I will not be able to get along with my children.Don't worry, I can do it.

I was holding the basin and stood there stupidly.What she said really surprised me. As the person closest to her, I didn't know that she thought so in her heart.But she stood up, walked back to her room, and came back after a short while, holding three stacks of knitwear that she had spun out with wool.

Give the scarf to your parents, she said silently.

Three scarves? My eyes fell on the three stacks of scarves in different colors, one white, one red, and one black.Is it just for my parents? Then who is this extra one for?

She was standing in front of me with a scarf in her hand, and I was dumbfounded with a basin in my hand, the two were relatively speechless.For a moment, my brain short-circuited, and I didn't respond like a fool.Until she silently lowered her head, with a sad expression on her face, I suddenly woke up, put down the water basin in a hurry, took the scarf over like a snatch, and said in a trembling voice:

Thank you. I seem to be like her, and my words are incoherent.

She stood in front of me, twisting her hands, pursing her lips, as if trying to continue to say something.Finally, without saying anything, she turned and went back to the room.I watched her disappear behind the door, and my heart seemed to jump for joy, a wave of emotion was suppressed in my throat, I wished I could jump up and shout excitedly.

I unfolded the white scarf and stroked it back and forth carefully. Every needle eye is very delicate. I know that she has been fond of knitting and rust cross-stitch since she was in junior high school.