He still stared at her.

She said nonchalantly, "There is also bacon omelette, you like this. By the way, your favorite is roasted ham, right? Don't worry, I will go and buy a big ham and cook it for you slowly... "

Her voice is like the chirping of unknown birds in the garden at this time, and her smile is like the faint fragrance of the last rose.Especially her lovely tone, brisk, mischievous, gentle, and joyful, as if all the pain and worries in this world are gone.

He was most afraid of seeing a sad face, but she didn't.

The sun is shining in the sky, how cute is this smiling face.

"Come on, Xiaojue, I'll feed you..."

She reached out to support him, surprisingly gentle.

He forced himself to sit up, his voice was very weak: "I'll do it myself..."

She glared at him and blamed: "Why? Don't you think I can't do it? Hey, you forgot? Once you had a bad cold and a high fever, everyone almost quarantined you. Didn't you pester me to feed you? ?”

His eyes are dim.

How long has passed, vividly.

He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed with peace of mind, watching her take a spoon and bring the porridge to his mouth spoon by spoon.

"This porridge is not very good, we have to replace it with chicken porridge. Do you remember the chicken porridge I made? It must be free-range chicken, boil it, remove the chicken skin, and tear the fattest breast meat into strips. Add a little scallion to the pot, if you eat it with Fuling mustard...wow...it's really delicious. Xiaojue, just wait, I will make it for you tomorrow..."

He kept staring at her.

He always liked to hear her babbling like this.

Before her father passed away, she also liked to chatter like this, even when he just passed away, she liked it too... Throughout the college days, when they were still together, she was always more talkative than him.Often she speaks and he listens.

It wasn't until later, until all the edges and corners were erased by the hardships of life, until she had nowhere to turn... She slowly began to remain silent. Later, there were repeated blows from Huang's mother, and gradually, she didn't say anything...

Today, the familiar twitter came again.

Just like the oriole singing on the branches in the morning.

In fact, in the past two years, he has been most annoyed by people chirping in front of him, especially women, the chirping is unbearable.However, this voice is like fairy music.

"Look at you, and accidentally, your chin is wet, I'll wipe it for you..."

"Eat more broccoli, broccoli is very good..."

"You must eat bacon... eat a lot, and you will have enough vitality, do you understand?"

He was staring at her the whole time.

He never mentioned about his mother, and he was afraid that she would mention it, but she never mentioned it.

Really, even the terrible pain on his body disappeared suddenly.He had hardly had a good night's sleep since his mother's disappearance.After my mother died, it was even more exhausting.

Now, finally completely relaxed.

She packed everything, put it aside, and was about to leave when she suddenly saw his panicked eyes.

She laughed, pushed the sundries, sat on the head of the bed, supported him naturally, and said with a smile, "I'm being lazy today, so I won't wash the dishes. Anyway, there are still plenty of dry food in the refrigerator, and vegetables and fruits are also very good." Sufficient. Xiaojue, let me tell you a joke..."

At this time, it was almost June, the grass in the garden was deep, and there were gradually mosquitoes.

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