Later, Song Sanxi took Qin Xuelan to the master bedroom to see Zhong Chen.
There is no need to continue getting acupuncture tonight.
The filiform needles he left in Xiao Zhongchen's body will continue to work.
After entering, Zhong Chen lay down on the sofa and stared blankly at the curtains.
The light in the room was still so dim.
Qin Xuelan called Chenchen several times.
Zhong Chen looked back at her, then looked at the curtains again.
Song Sanxi was next to Qin Xuelan, and he didn't even look at her.
Qin Xuelan looked apologetic and said: "Chenchen, uncle Sanxi who played the harmonica last night and uncle Sanxi who made candied haws for you, he is here, don't you look at him?"
Zhong Chen then turned back and glanced at Song Sanxi.
Immediately, turn around and look at the curtains.
The snake-like wave pattern on the curtains really attracted him.
Song Sanxi was not embarrassed at all and whispered in Qin Xuelan's ear: "Go and take out all his medicine."
"Ah? This..."
Qin Xuelan was surprised, but nodded and obeyed.
After a while, she searched a large plastic bag for medicine and brought it over.
There are Chinese medicines, Western medicines, tablets, pills, liquids, etc., all kinds of things, too many.
Song Sanxi holds it in his hand and feels at least four or five pounds.
He couldn't help but shake his head and said softly: "This child has suffered too much."
Qin Xuelan looked apologetic and glanced at her son distressedly.
Song Sanxi carried the medicine, came to the edge of the sofa, and shouted: "Chenchen, Chenchen..."
After calling several times, Zhong Chen looked at him.
Then, his eyes fell on the medicine bag in his hand.
In an instant, the pale and thin face changed.
His eyes were full of fear.
He tilted his head, struggled on the sofa, and flinched.
Kick your legs and wave your hands.
The fear of drugs is real!
It's like it's engraved in my bones.
Song Sanxi smiled and said in an extremely friendly and magnetic voice:
"Chenchen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"Starting today, we won't take medicine anymore. Really, we will never take medicine again."
"Believe me uncle, this is true."
"Come, uncle will take you out and throw away the medicine..."
"..."
It took a while before Zhong Chen calmed down.
His eyes, numb and confused, looked at Song Sanxi.
Again, look at mother.
Qin Xuelan smiled excitedly and nodded, "Chenchen, let's go, follow Uncle Sanxi, and mom will go too..."
Song Sanxi hugged Zhong Chen.
He was somewhat resistant.
However, Song Sanxi's coat was open.
It's warm inside.
Zhong Chen's small body was still so cold even in his pajamas.
Under the warmth and nourishment, I became comfortable.
So, he relaxed.
In Song Sanxi's arms, a small ball nestled.
This eight-year-old boy is about the same age as a four- or five-year-old boy.
Too skinny.
In fact, the godfather felt pity in his heart.
Just hold him in his arms, carry the medicine bag, and go out.
Qin Xuelan's eyes became moist when she looked at this scene.
Brother Sanxi is such a good man.
How is that different from a loving father?
No difference!
Better than all the fathers in the world!
She sighed with emotion, almost crying, and quickly followed behind.
Not long after, the three of them came downstairs.
Got into Song Sanxi's car.
Song Sanxi, holding her child in her arms.
Call Qin Xuelan and drive to Binjiang Avenue.
Qin Xuelan felt very comfortable driving this luxury car.
Not long after, according to Song Sanxi's request, we arrived at the tail end of the south end of Binjiang Avenue.
The rain is heavier and heavier.
Qin Xuelan was in the car and took a big umbrella.
Song Sanxi held the child while she held an umbrella.
Three people squeezed under the umbrella, it was a bit crowded.
Qin Xuelan, close to Song Sanxi.
A scent of fragrance hits you.
The wind blew her hair and teased Song Sanxi's ears.
This feeling...
So crispy, so refreshing.
It's like a family of three walking into the misty rain.
Qin Xuelan felt an inexplicable palpitation.
Walking beside Song Sanxi, this kind of solidity and stability is so intoxicating.
His figure is tall and slender, like a mountain.
The pace is calm, steady and powerful.
What it brings is the sense of security that women long for.
She noticed that Zhong Chen, in his arms, quietly looked up at him.
Looking at him.
There was doubt and fear in his eyes.
When a child is young, he is so wary of strangers and extremely insecure.
Soon, we came to the riverside.
The river flows eastward.
The river wind is a bit strong.
Song Sanxi picked up the medicine bag and said to Zhong Chen: "Chenchen, you throw it away, I throw it away, and mommy throws it away again, okay?"
Zhong Chen was a little confused. He looked at him and then at Qin Xuelan.
Song Sanxi smiled with encouraging eyes.
Qin Xuelan, same.
Finally, the child plucked up the courage, grabbed a box of medicine, and threw it out.
The medicine falls into the water and goes with the water.
Song San said happily: "Well done Chenchen, it's my turn!"
He picked up a box and threw it away.
"Xuelan, come here!"
Qin Xuelan also grabbed a box of medicine and threw it out.
Song San said happily: "Chenchen, come on, next round!"
Zhong Chen relaxed a lot, grabbed a bottle of medicine, and gave it back, as if to cheer himself up.
Throw it out with force, splash out, and disappear.
There was a little excitement on the thin little face.
Just like this, round after round, the medicine was thrown out and all was lost.
Either it goes with the current, or it sinks to the bottom.
Zhong Chen's pale little face was covered with blush.
The throwing became more and more exciting, and the screams became louder.
What is thrown out is not medicine.
It's a ghost in his tiny mind, a kind of relief.
The last bottle of medicine was thrown away by him.
After throwing it away, he huddled in Song Sanxi's arms and hugged his neck. The little guy cried.
The sound of sobbing is not loud, but it touches people's hearts.
Tears soaked Song Sanxi's shirt.
His little body was trembling.
Song Sanxi hugged him, sighed and nodded.
Turning around to look, Qin Xuelan was crying silently, like a tearful person.
When she saw him, she couldn't help but lean on his shoulder.
Holding an umbrella with one hand, he gently caressed his son's arms and hands with the other, full of love, and couldn't help but say:
"Chenchen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Mom shouldn't, shouldn't let you take so many medicines..."
"Uncle Sanxi is here. I won't eat it anymore, and I won't eat it forever..."
"No more food...it's all gone..."
I burst into tears.
Song Sanxi stretched out his arms and hugged her gently.
"Don't be sad Xuelan, everything will be fine, everything will be fine..."
Qin Xuelan's umbrella was crooked, but it still hit her son's head.
Unaware of it, Song Sanxi was half naked and half of her body was soaked in the rain.
Song Sanxi didn't care.
What does this coldness mean?
Men are born to withstand wind and rain.
He just wrapped the child in his coat to protect him from the wind and rain.
His handsome face was soaked in the rain, and he looked calm. He looked at the lights on the other side of the river in the distance, and spoke softly like a dream, washing his ears and clearing his mind.
"In life, there will always be many hardships and twists and turns."
"Maybe it's the body, maybe it's the soul..."
"But, being alive is always a good thing."
"Life is the greatest natural wonder."
"Because life can create countless miracles..."
"..."
The words of the Godfather are immersive and brainwashing, giving people strength and confidence, and also make people intoxicated.
Even Qin Xuelan didn't know how she left the riverside and how she returned home.
Anyway, when Song Sanxi put the sleeping Zhong Chen on the bed and covered her with a quilt, she suddenly came back to her senses.
At first glance, Song Sanxi's body was dripping with water, and her hair was soaked.
Water drops are still dripping down on the handsome face...