You who walk against the light

Lin Yuan looked back, and saw several bento boxes on the right-hand side of the back seat.

"I won't buy flowers, Auntie is used to simplicity."

Lin Yuan's heart warmed, and he thought for a while before saying, "Actually, my mother can't eat anything."

The speed of the car slowed down, and she comforted: "Ayuan, Auntie is actually quite happy watching you eat."

The two got out of the car one after another, carrying their things and walking towards the inpatient department.

The hospital at night was quieter than during the day, the inpatient building was brightly lit, the little nurses around were in a hurry, and everyone was busy in an orderly manner.There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

The last time he visited his mother was two months ago. He was too busy and could only compress the time desperately.

After reaching a single ward, An Ran stopped in her tracks, looked at Lin Yuan, and said, "A Yuan, cheer up, huh?" As she spoke, she patted him on the shoulder, "Think of the best in everything, Don't make Auntie unhappy."

He nodded silently, and smiled clearly when he raised his face.

"It's so pretty." An Ran couldn't help but tugged at his face.

Lin Yuan subconsciously hid, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Why are you like Zhong Kaifan? You always like to pull people's faces."

After saying this, An Ran suddenly understood, and said righteously: "I am a sister, not the same as him."

Just as she was talking, the little nurse came out of the ward and said softly: "The patient has already had dinner and is in good spirits. She can go in, but it won't be too long, she needs to rest."

"Okay." An Ran said cooperatively.

Gently pushing open the door of the ward, the light in the room was soothing, light blue, and a middle-aged woman with a haggard face was lying on the bed.

Hearing the sound, the patient slowly opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of a slender shadow, and smiled unconsciously: "An Ran?"

An Ran stood still, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Aunt Song, look who is here."

As she spoke, a tall, thin figure appeared behind her.

Song Wangshu's eyes glistened with tears, his arms trembled uncontrollably, "A Yuan—"

Lin Yuan walked towards his mother, not daring to raise his head to meet her gaze, squatting beside his mother, and shouted: "Mom."

"It's good to come, good to come!" Song Wangshu restrained his emotions, afraid of making his son sad, and asked with concern, "Have you eaten yet?"

Only now did Lin Yuan raise his head, the makeup on his face hadn't been removed in time, his thin collarbone showed through the neckline of his sweater, and his eye circles were already red.

This is the son she brought up with one hand. He hasn't seen him for several months, and he seems to have lost some weight.

Song Wangshu couldn't help scolding: "Why are you so thin? Didn't you eat well?"

"Mom," A Yuan found a chair and sat down, his voice a little nasal, "I eat a lot, but I just don't gain weight."

An Ran took out the food from the insulated box, and took out the food carefully, "A Yuan just finished work today, and came over as soon as it was over, so I didn't have time to eat, so I packed some things and came over."

Song Wangshu smiled a little: "That's right, I have to watch him eat, otherwise he will always be picky eaters."

"I'm not picky eaters." Lin Yuan retorted.

Song Wangshu smiled with tears, "Look, you are not allowed to say, you." As he said, he pinched his son's ear affectionately.

An Ran brought the food over, handed the rice to him, and the dishes with meat and vegetables were placed on the cabinet next to him.

Song Wangshu waved to An Ran, "An Ran, pass me a pair of chopsticks."

"Ah?" An Ran was a little surprised, she remembered the doctor's words, she couldn't let her aunt eat anything other than what the doctor ordered.

"I know," Song Wangshu understood, pointed to Lin Yuan and said, "I'll urge him."

Lin Yuan broke away the disposable chopsticks and said in a muffled voice, "I'll eat by myself."

"I don't know you yet? You're picky." Song Wangshu took over the disposable chopsticks and put tomato scrambled eggs, sweet and sour pork ribs, and fried octopus into his son's bowl with one chopstick after another.

But after a while, the palm-sized bowls have piled up a small hill.

Lin Yuan buried his head in his mouth to eat the rice. He no longer knew what his mouth was like. Tears fell into the bowl one by one, and his heart welled up.

A stabbing pain.He is a person with a soft heart, he doesn't need a lot of love, a little warmth can make him cry and comfort the rest of his life.

In the end, Lin Yuan's tears and snot mixed together, and Song Wangshu said to him: "Nothing."

Lin Yuan wiped his face, woke up his nose vigorously, with a bulging food in his mouth, "Anyway, I didn't do it right."

An Ran secretly wiped the corners of her eyes, and when she heard what he said, she burst into tears and laughed: "Sophistry!"

The atmosphere finally became a little more relaxed. Lin Yuan must have been really hungry, and he finished the meal he brought with him.

An Ran wanted to spend more time with their mother and son, packed up the lunch box, "I'll go out and throw out the trash."

Song Wang nodded slowly, looked at An Ran reluctantly, and said: "Hey, good." After she went out, he sighed again: "What a beautiful girl."

The ward suddenly became quiet. Lin Yuan has always been a person who is not good at speaking, and he seemed a little clumsy in the face of intimacy, so he asked some questions: "How do you feel recently?"

Mom replied: "Everything is fine, but sometimes my back is sore."

Lin Yuan sniffed, "I should be busy these days, but you don't have to worry about the operation fee, I'm here." He smiled, showing a childlike childishness.

Song Wangshu sighed: "Mom's illness has dragged you down too much."

Lin Yuan was unhappy, "I am happy to be dragged down."

Speaking of this, Song Wangshu couldn't help asking: "You don't think about yourself?" As he spoke, he nodded his chin towards the door, "An Ran is such a good girl, why don't you think about chasing after her?"

Lin Yuan looked serious, "Mom, An Ran is the elder."

Song Wangshu pulled his face down and patted his son's back: "What elder? Isn't she just five years older than you? I think you're so out of touch, maybe you can't even be called a wife."

Lin Yuan said with a sad face: "That's not okay? I don't like women, and it's not like you don't know, so why bother messing around with the couples."