The rain got heavier at night, but Xiao Sheng and Gong Shiheng were still awake. Xiang Shuyi said that they could move normally before the operation and not to be too nervous, so Gong Shiheng's work continued.
Xiao Sheng was suddenly kind and helped him prepare everything before the operation, including hospital clothes and so on.
The hospital gown was new, so she tried washing it, but she put too much laundry in it and washed it countless times, but the water that came out was still not clean.
Gong Shiheng suggested that she use a washing machine, but she lied and said that hand washing was healthier.
After finally washing it, she took it to dry and then started to pick out the threads on the clothes. She stayed idle all night.
Gong Shiheng knew that she was actually nervous, so he found something to do for himself, and didn't interrupt her until after twelve o'clock.
"Shengsheng, it's okay, you don't have to be so careful."
Xiao Sheng was looking for thread, "You don't understand."
She raised her hand and thought for a moment, "Well, this is called the thread in the hands of a loving mother and the clothes on the body of a wanderer."
Gong Shiheng: "..."
Is this used in this poem?
Xiao Sheng snapped his fingers and said, "That's the artistic conception. You can feel it."
Gong Shiheng smiled, put down the notebook in his hand, and called her again, "Okay, come here, talk to me for a while, and stop playing with those two clothes."
Otherwise, he was worried that the two hospital gowns would not survive the day of his operation.
Xiao Sheng hesitated for a moment, probably because he thought it was more important to talk to Gong Shiheng, so he put away his clothes and carried the stool to the bedside.
"What to talk about?"
"Anything is fine."
Xiao Sheng thought for a moment and suddenly glanced at his hair, "Has your hair grown after the surgery before?"
Gong Shiheng paused and said, "That's almost it."
"Let me take a look." Xiao Sheng stretched her paws to the back of his head.
Gong Shiheng immediately backed away, "No need."
Xiao Sheng smiled, "You have quite a heavy burden."
She suddenly remembered that after this guy's surgery, she had rarely seen him without hair. Every time he appeared, he looked bright and beautiful.
"I just took a look and didn't laugh at you."
Gong Shiheng guarded her, "You really don't need to look."
"Okay, if you don't want to read it, don't read it." She stopped.
Gong Shiheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Sheng glanced at him, suddenly raised his hand, shot back, and lifted the wig from the back of his head.
Gong Shiheng:!!!
"Ah, he's grown up!"
Xiao Sheng sighed, showing a disappointed face, and sat down again.
Gong Shiheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Is Pi very happy now?"
She shrugged, "It's okay. I would be happier if I saw you without hair."
"Then after I finish shaving my hair during this operation, I will come out and let you take a look." He said.
Xiao Sheng lay down and rested his face on his arm, "Don't you have the baggage of being an idol?"
Gong Shiheng reached out and stroked her head, "If you think it's funny, then my burden doesn't matter."
Xiao Sheng looked up at him, and when he met his gentle and sincere eyes, his heart was filled to the brim.
She pointed to the sofa opposite, "I don't like sleeping there, can I sleep with you?"
"Can."
She was happy and got up to wash up and change clothes.
When she came back, Gong Shiheng was sleeping on the bedside. She stepped lightly, lifted the quilt and lay in his arms.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door.
Xiao Sheng, with a serious attitude of not doing anything wrong, said directly: "Come in."
Gong Shiheng was slightly startled, but subconsciously stepped back to avoid making his posture too inelegant.
Xiang Shuyi pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced over and saw Xiao Sheng "thumping" and Gong Shiheng retreating.
He took a breath of air.
Xiao Sheng turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You two, the normal activities I am talking about do not include some strenuous exercise."