To Be His Dream Girl

On a rainy night

she remembered that Xiaochen didn't sleep honestly. She had the habit of pedaling the quilt since childhood, and it would be bad if she caught a cold.

Thinking of this, he Xinying lightly turns to go out and plans to go to Xiaochen's room to see if the little guy has slept well. As soon as she turns around, the light in the room suddenly lights up. Then she hears Shen Junquan's deep voice, "it's cold. Put on your clothes first."

He Xinying puts on her shoes. Shen Junquan hurriedly finds out her coat and follows her to put it on. Finally, they leave the room.

Near the door of Xiaochen's room, he Xinying subconsciously put light action, carefully unscrewed the door of Xiaochen's room.

As soon as he opens the door, he Xinying hears a murmur from Xiaochen. After listening carefully, he is talking in his sleep, but fortunately, the thunder doesn't wake him up.

His quilt slipped his belly, and he Xinying tucked it in for him. When the cool finger pulp rubbed against his skin, he Xinying frowned. Xiaochen's temperature was surprisingly hot.

"Hiss, it's so hot." She whispered and pulled down the bedside lamp. The dark room was lit up instantly. He Xinying realized that Xiaochen's eyebrows were locked.

He looked miserable. There were two abnormal red lumps on his small cheek. Thick beads of sweat covered his forehead. Big beads of sweat slid down from his small face.

He Xinying touched his head with her hand. She was shocked. The child had a fever, and her eyes became blurred.

"What about brother Junquan? Xiaochen seems to have a fever." Subconsciously, he Xinying looks anxious.

“… It's so hot... " In a daze, Xiaochen half opened his eyes and said painfully. As he said that, he lifted the quilt on his body with his hand.

"Xiaochen, Xiaochen, wake up, don't scare mom." At a loss to shake because of high fever and nonsense Xiaochen, hot temperature let her anxious to turn.

"Go to the hospital." Shen Junquan immediately ran to pick up Xiaochen, and he Xinying rushed out with him.

In a hurry, they forget to bring their umbrellas. He Xinying takes off her coat to wrap Xiaochen, while she follows Shen Junquan in the rain,.

The rain was too heavy, and the cold rain slapped on her. When she ran to the garage, most of her body had been wet, but she didn't know that her whole attention was on the child.

The car galloped all the way to the nearest hospital. Fortunately, someone was on the night shift. He Xinying seemed to see hope.

Because Shen Junquan wants to stop the car, he Xinying can't wait to rush inside with Xiaochen in her arms. She doesn't forget to comfort Xiaochen with trembling lips. "When you get to the hospital, Xiaochen, you'll be OK. Look at mom, it's ok..."

He Xinying's voice trembled. It was more like talking to herself than to Xiaochen.

"Doctor, my son has a high fever. Please have a look." Holding the doctor's coat of Shen, he Xinying burst into tears.

"Don't worry. Come on, baby, give it to me." The doctor took the child in her hand and began to measure his temperature.

"Thirty eight degrees nine..." The doctor twisted his eyebrows. Fortunately, it came in time, otherwise the child would have become pneumonia.

Let he Xinying put the child on the bed. After a while, the nurse hastily brought the bottle to tie the needle for him.

"Xiaochen, don't be afraid..." Looking at Xiaochen kneading his eyes on the bed, he Xinying comforted him with a little choking. "Ah Choo, ah Choo..." A cool wind blows. He Xinying sneezes because of the cold and rain, and her body temperature rises slowly. She feels dizzy, and her eyelids are extremely heavy. If Shen Junquan didn't come to support her, she might be so dizzy.

One side of the small morning eyes also to her body, small mouth slightly open, want to say what did not say.

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Junquan nervously looks at he Xinying, who sneezes. He raises her hand to cover her forehead and tightens her eyebrows. He goes out to call the doctor. He Xinying turns her eyes and faints.

A quarter of an hour later, on the other bed in the room, he Xinying was lying on it. She also had a fever reducing injection. It seemed that her face was even worse than Xiaochen's.

She opened her eyes slightly and regained consciousness for a moment.

From time to time, Xiaochen's eyes fall on he Xinying, who is very moved and a little guilty. He knows that he Xinying caught a cold together because of him, and she is not in good health.

"Mom It's all right Aware of Xiaochen's vision, looking there, Xiaochen immediately retracts his vision, and he Xinying pulls out a far fetched smile to comfort him.

It seems that Xiaochen still doesn't want to be close to her.

White boundless ward calm down, mother and son did not speak.

After tossing about for a long time, he Xinying's fever soon subsided, but Xiaochen didn't recover too quickly. For fear that she would burn again at night, Shen Junquan asked to be observed again in the hospital.

We asked for two single rooms, and the three stayed.

"Go to bed early." Dragging the same tired body, he Xinying looked at Xiaochen lying on the bed and said gently. Her hands consciously wanted to touch his face, but when she thought of something, she drew back and looked lonely.He went back to the next ward with Shen Junquan. He Xinying thought about what happened one after another these days and felt exhausted.

The bad smell of the medicine made her dizzy, and with heavy thoughts, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he Xinying sat up in a cold sweat because he dreamed of her. After a while, he would get out of bed.

In the dark, Shen Junquan, lying on the other side of the bed, frowned at the sound, but soon knew what she was going to do, so he didn't open his mouth and closed his eyes again.

"Squeak..." The ward door next door was pushed open, making a small sound. He Xinying came to Xiaochen's room again.

The fingers moved away from his little face with heartache, and his eyes were full of self reproach.

"Sorry, Xiaochen, I didn't tell you the truth. I'm not your mother. I just dreamt about your mother. I didn't take care of you. I'm sorry for your mother

”She murmured, her voice was like that of a mosquito, and she could feel her full grief in her voice.

"I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you. I can't tell you some things face to face. I'm afraid you hate me and don't recognize my mother, but I always treat you as my own son. I want to be your mother forever..."

He Xinying's nose is sour and tears are in her eyes.

After wiping it with her hand, she restrained her emotion and made a kiss on Xiaochen's forehead with infinite love. She felt that the temperature between his forehead had dropped a lot. Then she put her heart down and sat by the bed for a while before she got up and left. The door slowly closed and he Xinying went back to her room.

She turned around and stared at the light on the ceiling. She didn't know that it was a person on the bed.