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4.7 Awakening

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    When I got home at three o'clock in the afternoon, my wife just woke up from a nap and watched me enter the room blankly.  Lie down beside her, looking at the wall, looking worried.  My wife snuggled up to me, lay on my chest, and looked me in the eyes: "What's wrong?" I collected my mind and responded to my wife's question: "It's okay!" My wife's little hand stretched out to my armpit: "Say, what's wrong?"  Instinctively clenching his arms, he found a reason to cover up his real thoughts: "Song Bin left again." His wife hesitated: "Leaving again? How long has it been?"

    I briefly talked about the reasons for Song Bin's divorce, and my wife listened quietly, fingering on my shirt without making a sound.  Her lovely demeanor prompted me to feel deeply guilty, and hugged my wife so that she could hear my beating heartbeat.

    The child climbed up from the crib, his big eyes flickering, as if he was analyzing the scene he saw. Seeing that his mother's arms were occupied by others, he said, "Mom, hug!" My wife broke free from me and picked up the child: "  Dudu woke up." I also jumped up and threw myself into the intimacy of the two women. When the child saw my intrusion, his palms turned outwards, as if he was dodging, and his eyes were full of hostility.  I hugged my wife provocatively and kissed her quickly on the cheek.  The child looked at his wife begging for help, the corners of his mouth twitched, the prelude to crying.  My wife pulled me to coax the child: "I'll hit him to make him hate it." I groaned with my wife's arm lightly on my shoulder until the child giggled.

    The wife was going to do the laundry, put the child on the big bed, told me to take care of it, and went to the outhouse.  After playing with the child for a while, I asked my wife if I could take Dudu outside, and my wife came over to put on the shoes for the child: "Go."

    Stepping into the autumn breeze, the child ran happily, and I followed closely to protect her unsteady steps at any time. After falling twice, the child began to know how to walk slowly, and I could also walk far away.  Looking at it, he pulled out a cigarette and strolled leisurely aside.

    The child is very interested in the flowers, plants, branches and leaves in the courtyard, and he always lingers in it, sometimes picking up some broken branches to play with, and I pay attention not far away.  She picked up a small stick, observed it carefully for a moment, and stuck it into her nostril.  I didn't notice it from my vantage point at the time, but when she fumbled to pull it out, the branch snapped.  I suddenly felt something strange, ran over, the child had already started to cry, I grabbed the little hand that the child was trying to scratch, carefully checked her nostrils, and saw that a branch had been embedded, I touched it with my thick fingers, the child¡¯s crying was even stronger  louder.  The enthusiastic old man beside me reminded: "Take it to the hospital quickly, don't move, it will be difficult to take it if it gets deeper." I picked up the child and rushed home to find my wife.  Seeing the child crying, my wife glared at me as I narrated what happened, "Hurry up, drive."

    All the way my wife ignored me and kept coaxing the child not to cry, it will be fine in a while.

    Under our eager gaze, the doctor took out a small stick about one centimeter from the child's nasal cavity, and said alarmistly: "It was almost, if it was deeper, an operation would be needed." The crisis was over.

    On the way home, my wife said a few words to me, but I didn't dare to quibble. The child's crying made my wife stop complaining.  We went straight to my mother, and before entering the house, I reminded softly: "Don't talk about it." The wife nodded.

    My mother had vaguely learned of the child's accident from my old partner, and we were questioned with concern when we got home. Seeing that the child was fine, she didn't blame me for anything.

    Back at Xiaojia, my wife seems to have completely forgotten the episode just now, and the whole family laughs and makes noise together.

    The child already understands some things, walks between me and my wife, and every time he jumps at my wife, he will be very vigorous. He turns his head to see my waving, and smiles without moving. The wife urged: "Go to Dad quickly."  Toys that the child is interested in are used as an aid to tease her into my arms skillfully as soon as possible.

    Under the careful care of my wife, the child grows up healthily and vigorously. Although I am not successful at work, I can finally make my wife live a happy and worry-free life. This kind of family warmth and harmony is refreshing, and no damage is allowed.

    Thinking of Luo Jie, if this continues, one day she will be unable to face her gentle and pleasant wife.  I don't want to do any harm to her, I can't, I don't want to, I don't allow it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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