After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

A few months have passed and today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Su Xiaojun asked Aunt Sun to make a pot of pigeon soup at home, and prepared to take it to the hospital and put it into Zheng Yanqing's stomach tube.

Aunt Sun made the soup, put it in a thermos bucket, and handed it to Su Xiaojun.

"Xiaojun, please drive carefully. When you come back after delivering the goods, your family will be waiting to eat mooncakes with you."

Su Xiaojun nodded, picked up the thermos bucket and went out.

After she lost her voice, she was no longer able to do simultaneous interpretation, and she shuttled back and forth between the hospital and home all day long.

Aunt Sun looked at the thin figure and shook her head sadly.

When Su Xiaojun arrived at the hospital, Feng Yining was sitting in front of Zheng Yanqing's bed. Soothing music was playing beside the bed, and the nurse was massaging Zheng Yanqing's feet.

As soon as he saw Su Xiaojun opening the door, Feng Yining laughed softly.

"Xiaojun, you are here."

Su Xiaojun nodded, handed the pigeon soup to the nurse, and signaled the nurse with sign language to insert the tube into Zheng Yanqing's stomach.

The nurse nodded and went to the disinfection room to prepare the syringe. Su Xiaojun gestured towards Feng Yining.

"Auntie, please go back and rest. I will come and look after him this afternoon."

Feng Yining nodded and stood up.

"Thank you so much, Xiaojun."

Su Xiaojun smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, by the way, the doctor said that the weather is good today, but there was heavy fog in the morning, so I didn't dare to push him out. You can take him out to bask in the sun later."

Su Xiaojun nodded.

After Feng Yining left the ward, Su Xiaojun sat beside the bed, took Zheng Yanqing's hand, gently put it on his lips and kissed it.

In the past few months, after she recovered from her illness, she would come to the hospital every day to stay with Zheng Yanqing.

Zheng Yanqing never woke up, and she never stopped.

The nurse sucked the pigeon soup into a syringe and took it back to the ward, sterilized Zheng Yanqing's gastric tube, and then inserted it.

Su Xiaojun held his hand and looked at his thin face.

A few months after the operation, the hair on Zheng Yanqing's head has grown back, but when will others wake up?

Su Xiaojun didn't know, she was just waiting, one day or two days, one month or two months, one year or two years, or ten years, twenty years or even a lifetime.

But no matter how long it takes, Su Xiaojun will wait by his side until he wakes up.

"Okay, we're done. The pigeon soup is nutritious. Miss Su, please stay with Mr. Zheng first. I'll clean the equipment."

Su Xiaojun nodded, and the nurse stood up and left the ward.

Seeing that the quilt on the other side of Zheng Yanqing was not done properly, Su Xiaojun put down Zheng Yanqing's hand, stood up and went to the other side of the bed to tidy up the quilt for him.

Where she didn't see it, Zheng Yanqing's finger that she had just put down moved slightly.

The nurse came back soon. According to Feng Yining's previous request, the nurse called a helper, put Zheng Yanqing in the wheelchair, and pushed her and Su Xiaojun outside to bask in the sun.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. During lunch just now, I went to the cafeteria and ate two cakes."

The nurse was smiling, and Su Xiaojun listened to him.

Zheng Yanqing had his eyes closed, wearing a hat, and his face was a little pale and thin.

Su Xiaojun thought to herself, if you are awake today, you can eat mooncakes with us.

In the past few months, she had been thinking about what they could do if Zheng Yanqing woke up today.

Every day is today.

Su Xiaojun was sitting on the bench, and Zheng Yanqing was in a wheelchair with her body fixed by straps, and the caregiver was controlling the wheelchair from behind.

They came to the artificial lake in the hospital. Perhaps the wind was a little strong, so Zheng Yanqing moved his fingers hanging on both sides of the wheelchair.Su Xiaojun took off his windbreaker and covered him.

The nurse took a look and said quickly.

"Miss Su, you will catch a cold if you take off your clothes."

Su Xiaojun turned around, smiled, and gestured.

"Then please go back to the ward, get him a blanket, cover him and then put my clothes back on."

The caregiver nodded, locked the wheelchair and went back to get it.

There were no people in the private hospital, and there were only Su Xiaojun and Zheng Yanqing by the lake.

Su Xiaojun gently put her head on Zheng Yanqing's shoulder and played with Zheng Yanqing's fingers.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Su Xiaojun always felt that Zheng Yanqing's fingers were a little rosier than before, and they were not like they were in the previous two months. Even in July and August, the weather was cold.

This is a good sign, maybe because the blood circulation is smoother, maybe I will wake up soon.

She looked up at Zheng Yanqing's face with eyes closed.

Qing, I can't speak. When can you open your eyes and see what I want to express to you?

The nurse took the blanket down and covered Zheng Yanqing, and the two of them pushed Zheng Yanqing around the lake.

In the evening, Feng Yian came to the hospital to pick up Su Xiaojun in person and visited Zheng Yanqing. Su Xiaojun looked at the darkening sky outside and suddenly wanted to stay.

She raised her head and gestured to Feng Yian.

"Dad, I want to stay here and spend the holidays with Ah Qing. You should go back first."

"But the nurse goes home on vacation. Only the nurse is in the hospital tonight. Can you do it alone?"

Feng Yian asked with a frown.

Su Xiaojun smiled and nodded.

"I'm not alone, I'm accompanying Ah Qing."

Feng Yian knew that she had already made up her mind, so she didn't say anything more. He just gave her a few instructions and left the hospital.

After sending Feng Yian away, Su Xiaojun returned to the hospital bed, turned on the stereo and played some soothing music, then lay down beside the bed and put his face in Zheng Yanqing's palm.

She quietly felt the temperature in Zheng Yanqing's palm.

It was really warm. Zheng Yanqing's hands were warm, making her feel that Zheng Yanqing would call her Xiaojun as gently as he did a few months ago.

If Zheng Yanqing hadn't tied herself to Portugal at the beginning, maybe she would have wanted to start slowly with Zheng Yanqing.

It's all his fault, he wasted a good opportunity.

Su Xiaojun thought, raised his head, reached out and patted Zheng Yanqing's face gently as punishment!

After taking the photo, Su Xiaojun looked at Zheng Yanqing, whose eyes were still closed.

It's already this time, and you're still not awake. After I can speak, I will scold you every day.

But not long after, she lowered her head again and pressed her face against Zheng Yanqing's palm.

Maybe not, she thought dully. Over the past few months, she was almost heartbroken and couldn't bear to scold him anymore.

Unknowingly, Su Xiaojun fell asleep lying on the bedside. In the night, the moon was round and hanging in the sky like a plate.

There was a breeze blowing outside the window. Su Xiaojun felt a little cold and used Zheng Yanqing's arm as a scarf.

Zheng Yanqing often does this after the fractures on her hands and feet healed.

In the darkness, Zheng Yanqing's eyes were still closed. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, his eyelids slowly opened, and the food in front of him became clear little by little.

He slowly turned his head to the right and found that the hairy head covered under his right hand was none other than Su Xiaojun.

Su Xiaojun smacked his mouth in his sleep, as if he had a dream, his brows sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed.