But she also spent more time in the hospital than other children.
In a sleeping state.
...
She doesn't seem to have endless energy like other children.
She is always tired easily.
It's easy to get sleepy.
She has a bad memory.
Wake up from the hospital and forget about the past.
...
How many children remember what happened two years ago?
...
Missed two years...
If not...
The child will never think of this.
...
Orange was stunned.
She was a little confused.
Don't know what the child wants to say?
Just some.
After all, you don’t have to be too serious when talking to your children.
...
Orange's eyes are soft.
"Why did the baby remember it again?"
Orange asked as the child said.
...
The child looked a little dazed.
“…I had a dream.”
...
"A dream?"
Orange was a little surprised by this answer.
Dream...?
...
"Um."
The child nodded.
...
"I dreamed of that day..."
The child's voice became lighter and lighter.
As if I was afraid of disturbing something...
“…What a beautiful maple leaf…”
The red maple leaves are flying all over the sky.
It filled her entire vision.
“…like a butterfly…”
The graceful curves outline stunning lines.
“They are dancing…”
The child unconsciously waved his hands.
A dreamy look appeared on his face.
...
Rotate and jump, full of vitality.
...
Each butterfly separates and gathers together.
Then he whistled towards her.
Her eyes widened.
It seems a little scared.
I can't bear to move my eyes away.
Or, she couldn't leave her sight.
...
She felt her body become lighter.
Countless butterflies lifted her up.
The wind swept across her cheeks.
Blow up her hair.
She spread her arms.
It feels great.
She had never felt so relaxed.
Her smile rarely has a hint of wantonness.
...
"……Baby."
Orange still screamed.
Her hand gently touched the child's face.
This kid...
There was a hint of worry in Orange's eyes.
...
The pale face of the child lying on the hospital bed turned red.
A bright light shining in his eyes.
Open your hands...
A butterfly muttered in his mouth.
It's like flying away like a butterfly.
...
Seeing that the child did not respond, Orange took his hand back.
She turned to hold the child's hand.
...
This kid...
Why is it a bit like a devilish maniac...
Oranges increase the strength in their hands.
"Baby!"
Oranges increase the volume.
"Baby!"
...
The child's eyes were blurred.
All the butterflies scattered.
She was anxious.
"Butterfly!"
...
The child suddenly came back to his senses.
...
"Baby!"
...
The child was startled.
I looked at my mother with some surprise.
I was also a little confused and puzzled.
...
Such a child lets the orange take a deep breath.
Don't worry.
Say it slowly.
She has always done this.
...
"Baby."
The orange bent its mouth slightly, and its voice was soft.
"You mean..."
"You dreamed of that day?"
...
“…”
The child is still a little dazed.
It took a while before the child realized what the mother said.
"……Um."
The child nodded slightly.
right.
dream.
She dreamed of that day.
To be precise, she dreamed of maple leaves all over the sky.
And the first time she saw maple leaves...
That's that day.
...
Orange reached out and gently touched the child's head.
"The maple leaves in the dream are very beautiful..."
...
"Um."
The child nodded.
Super beautiful.
...
"So I want to see the maple leaves when I wake up, right?"
Orange fully understands why the child wants to see maple leaves.
It turned out to be a dream.
...
"Um."
The child nodded.
...
“…Baby, can you wait for a while?”
At first, Orange thought that this child had something special about seeing maple leaves, which was hard to refuse...
If it was just a dream...
Juzi felt that she could say something.
...
“It’s not the season for red maple leaves.”
Orange told the truth to the child.
"The maple leaves won't turn red until autumn."
"Wait for a few more months..."
...
"I can't wait for this long."
The child blurted out.
...
Orange was stunned.
Her lips trembled, "What did you say?"
Is she sensitive?
What does the child mean?
...
The child did not notice the change in his mother's tone.
She hasn't completely come out of the dream just now.
I felt a little dizzy.
She really thought her mother didn't hear her clearly.
She said it again.
"I can't wait for a few months."
“I won’t watch now…”
The child's face changed, and he seemed to finally realize what he had exposed...
The child pursed his lips.
...
Orange wants to ask the child clearly...
But I was worried that my thoughts would reveal the truth.
Let the child notice something.
This is awful.
...
Oranges are in a tangle.
The eyes of the child are complicated and difficult to tell.
...
The child lowered his eyes.
No one spoke for a moment.
...
It was the child who broke the silence.
The child felt the heavy eyelids.
She was a little unwilling to accept it.
A little anxious again.
She opened her mouth.
After swallowing several times, the child finally made a sound, "...Mom, I..."
The child's voice became lighter, but the light in his eyes became brighter.
"Can I see...maple leaves?"
...
The child's eyes are full of hope.
The orange opened its mouth.
What I just said...
“It’s not the season for red maple leaves.”
But there is no way to say it again.
She stared blankly at the light in the child's eyes...
I can't say anything that will make this light dim... let alone extinguish it.
...
"Mother……"
The child's voice became weaker and weaker.
The eyelids drooped.
She can't hold on anymore.
Very sleepy...
But she hasn't heard the answer yet.
She tried hard to maintain her sanity.
...
Oranges put their hands on the child's eyes.
"Go to sleep."
The orange sounds soft.
"Go to sleep."
Orange hummed the lullaby gently.
...
The child's head swayed slightly stubbornly.
No……
She hasn't got the answer she wants yet.
She can't sleep...
...
"Go to sleep."
The sound of oranges became softer and softer.
"The baby will see maple leaves."
"As long as the baby wants..."
"My parents will work hard..."
...
Maybe I heard this assurance...
Maybe it's really impossible to hold on...
The child finally closed his eyes.
Breathing shallowly.
...
Feeling the child's breathing on her wrist, Orange was stunned and in a daze.
...
"What's wrong?"
The child's father pushed open the door of the ward and walked in and found that the orange's hands were covering the child's eyes.
He asked softly, "Baby will not sleep?"
Otherwise, why do oranges need to do this?
Chapter completed!