The first ray of sunlight at dawn quietly passed through the cracks in the curtains and filled the entire bedroom silently. Fang Yuyan slowly opened her eyes in the haze, and what she saw was her mother still sitting in front of her bed. Her figure looked so firm and gentle, as if she was a protective statue. She hurriedly sat up, held her mother's slightly cold hand tightly, and asked with concern: "Mom, did you stay with me all night and didn't get a good rest?"
The sound of rain and smoke is like the morning breeze, gently blowing through Jiang Zhiyun's heart, waking her up from deep memories. Jiang Zhiyun buried Fang Jiachen's affection and longing deeply in her heart, and responded to Yu Yan with a smile: "Actually, I just came to your room in the morning. I just wanted to see if your fever had gone away." < /p>
Although her mother tried her best to conceal her emotions, Yu Yan still keenly captured the subtle tears on her face. She gently touched her mother's cheek and asked softly: "Mom, are you crying again? Do you miss your father again?" The voice was like a clear spring, flowing gently, full of care and concern for her mother. Understanding seems to be able to penetrate all the haze and bring warmth and comfort.
Jiang Zhiyun stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the wall, and stood silently. Yu Yan lifted the quilt, walked to her mother's side softly, and hugged Jiang Zhiyun's waist with her gentle hands. She pressed her face tightly against her mother's back and comforted: "Mom, even if dad is not with you, you still have me. Please believe that I will always be here to accompany you. We, mother and daughter, must be strong together." "
Jiang Zhiyun's heart was instantly melted by her daughter's tenderness. She turned around slowly, her eyes full of love falling on her daughter, as if she was the world's most important person. The most precious treasure. She said softly: "Look at you, you didn't even put on any clothes when you got up. You still had a fever last night, so you have to take good care of yourself."
Yu Yan smiled, his eyes fell gently on his mother, and whispered Said: "Mom, don't worry, I'm completely recovered and I won't have a fever anymore."
"Okay," Jiang Zhiyun looked at her daughter with tender eyes and expressed all her love and expectations are poured into her daughter. "Yu Yan, it's still early. You can sleep a little longer. Mom will wake you up later. Your fever has just gone away and your body still needs a good rest."
"Mom, I can't rest, I have to rush to the hospital to visit my friend. "Yu Yan walked to the closet, quickly picked out a teacher's suit, and put it on neatly.
Jiang Zhiyun walked to Yuyan, gently and meticulously helped her adjust her collar, and asked softly: "Yuyan, that friend you are eager to visit, I remember that you were very careful in the hospital all night yesterday. I was busy taking care of him and delivering lunch to him yesterday. Is there no family around him to take care of him? You are so busy, which makes me very worried."
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"I guess he probably doesn't have family around to take care of him." Yu Yan couldn't help but recall the stormy night the day before yesterday, when she accidentally met him in the torrential rain. His whole body was soaked by the rain, and he looked so helpless and desolate. Yu Yan felt a strong sympathy in her heart, and she sent him to the hospital without hesitation, where she stayed with him all night. However, except for his name - Zhang Shijun, she knew nothing about him, which made her feel a little inexplicable melancholy.
"Mom, actually I don't know him very well," Yu Yan honestly confessed to her mother: "The night before yesterday, when the wind and rain were raging, I happened to meet him on the way home. Fainting on the ground, alone and helpless. I felt a sense of pity in my heart, so I sent him to the hospital. At that time, there was no one around to take care of him. Out of kindness, I had to stay with him yesterday. , I brought him lunch again, but I saw that he was still alone in the ward, which made me guess that he might be a lonely person without any relatives by his side."
"That's it," "Jiang Zhiyun nodded gently, a gentle smile bloomed at the corner of her lips, and said softly: "My daughter has a pure and kind heart." Yuyan inherited Fang Jiachen's deep kindness and tenacity. , her face vaguely reveals a bit of Fang Jiachen's charm, and that indescribable similarity is like a magical bond flowing in her blood. For Jiang Zhiyun, this is a deep and sincere comfort, because whenever she looks into Yu Yan's eyes, she seems to be able to glimpse Fang Jiachen's familiar shadow, and the deep longing and yearning quietly surge in her heart.
"Mom, I can't chat with you for the time being. I plan to cook him a bowl of steaming porridge and send him to the hospital immediately. I can't waste any more time. Besides, today is Monday and I am pregnant. As a teacher, you can't delay at all." At this moment, Yu Yan had put on a clean and elegant teacher's outfit, and she looked more dignified and decent, full of the charm of a professional woman.
"Yuyan, go wash up now, and I'll help you make porridge." Jiang Zhiyun urged her daughter softly.
"Mom, you are not feeling well and need a good rest. You don't have to work so hard for me. I still have enough time to wash up." Yuyan responded softly while combing her long black hair.
"Yuyan, be obedient and stop arguing with mom." Jiang Zhiyun's tone revealed a firm and unquestionable attitude, "I'll cook the porridge, and you'll wash up. You have to know "Porridge needs to be cooked slowly and carefully over low heat to make it more mellow and nutritious." After saying this, Jiang Zhiyun walked to the kitchen resolutely with a weak step and began to prepare. That bowl of porridge requires patience and care. She knows that only in this way can the porridge taste more mellow and delicious, be rich in nutrients, and conform to the principles of healthy eating.
Jiang Zhiyun's words were like a gentle spring breeze, blowing on Yu Yan's ears, making her irresistible. her languageThere was a firm power in the air, as if it were an unshakable mountain, forcing Yu Yan to obey. And her steps, although a little weak, were firm and persistent.