Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "It's okay for parents to think like this. We won't put pressure on Da'an, but we must have confidence in Da'an."

Speaking of confidence, Yang Huazhong couldn't help but grin.

"I am talking to Qing'er, you and Tang Yazi privately. I never thought in my wildest dreams that Da'an would be so good at reading."

"The first person to be elected in our old Yang family actually fell into our old Yang family, haha..."

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, and both of them smiled heartily.

Parents all over the world have the same feeling of hoping that their children will become dragons and that their daughters will become phoenixes.

I pity the hearts of parents in the world.

Soon, Yang Huaming came back.

"Third brother, are you full? Let's go back when we are full!" he said.

Yang Huazhong said: "I have been full for a long time, and I am just waiting for you!"

"Qing'er, I should be coming to town in the next two days. Do you want me to bring anything with you?" Yang Huazhong asked Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and reported a few things to Yang Huazhong, which was nothing more than a change of clothes.

Yang Huazhong remembered them all in his mind, and only asked Sun to go to Yang Ruoqing's house to open the wardrobe and look for clothes after returning home.

Luo Fengtang sent them out, while Yang Ruoqing stayed in the ward and fed Dazhi breakfast.

I ate some vegetables and egg noodles, and drank some porridge.

Seeing him eating, Yang Ruoqing was secretly happy.

Only when you can eat can you have energy and your body will have immunity.

"Zhi'er, are you full?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Dazhi nodded, raised his little hand and patted his belly gently, "It's round, hehe..."

He smiled, revealing two neat rows of white teeth, and his crescent-shaped eyes.

"Is it really round? Mom, touch it." Yang Ruoqing also made a show of touching it gently, and then smiled.

"Wow, it's really round. How about rinsing your mouth now and sleeping for a while?" she asked softly.

The doctor said that what Dazhi needs most now is rest.

Dazhi nodded obediently, "Mom, when I'm sleeping, mom won't leave. Mom will stay with Dazhi, okay?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked Dazhi's head, "Okay, Mom won't go anywhere, she will just stay with you. When you fall asleep, Mom is here. When you wake up, you can see Mom as soon as you open your eyes. Okay?"

"Okay!" Dazhi smiled happily.

"Zhi'er, what do you want to eat when you wake up at noon? Tell your mother, and she will prepare it." She asked again.

Dazhi thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat the sweet potato rice dumplings made by my mother."

Sweet potato rice dumplings?

"Last time Dazhi didn't eat, he was upset, Dazhi wanted to eat..." A soft and waxy voice came into his ears.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and suddenly remembered that the last time she made this dumpling was two months ago.

At that time, Dazhi seemed to have a stomachache, so he didn't dare to feed him.

The kid was probably watching from the sidelines and got greedy, and he has been craving it to this day.

Yang Ruoqing felt heartbroken for this stupid kid, who hadn't told her a long time ago.

"Okay, mother will make sweet potato rice dumplings for you at noon. You go to bed now, and when you wake up, the dumplings will be ready," she said.

Dazhi nodded, then closed his eyes with peace of mind, and soon began to breathe evenly.

Yang Ruoqing stood by his bed and looked at him.

Whether it was her past life or this life, sometimes when she walked on the street and saw the homeless people and beggars on the street, she couldn't help but come up with some guesses.

These homeless people are already adults. Because of their physical disabilities, they can only wander the streets and beg.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but guess that when they were young, they must have been held in someone's arms and fed bit by bit.

Otherwise, they have no chance to grow up, even if they grow up to be beggars or homeless.

But at least they were treated well when they were babies, and they were given clothes, food, and a roof to shelter them from the wind and rain...

Nowadays, they wander out, every cold and windy night, under the overpass, under the eaves of other people's houses,

When they were ravaged by the cold wind, beaten by heavy rain, chased by wild dogs, and looked at with indifferent eyes by passers-by...

They might hug their knees and huddle together late at night, looking at the lights of thousands of houses. What are they thinking in their hearts?

Are you complaining about God's injustice?

Complaining about the bumpy fate?

Or is he reminiscing about that or those two hands that gave him warmth and care when he was growing up?

In this world, although people are indifferent, the world is in a cold state.

Walking on the street, you cannot get warmth from the passers-by who pass you by, but in you, in the respective lives of each passer-by who passes by you,

There will always be people with whom you or they maintain a warm family bond.

In this indifferent world, we have our own relatives and friends, parents, brothers and sisters, husbands, wives and children.

Only by hugging each other and forming a small group that radiates light and heat can we go on together in this ups and downs world.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently tuck the corners of Dazhi's quilt.

In the past, she was an agent who fed one person and kept the whole family from going hungry. Now, she deeply understands what responsibility is.

Not to mention anything else, just the sick child in front of him. To him, she and Luo Fengtang were his piece of heaven.

If one day, of course, this is an extremely small, extremely small probability,

If she and Luo Fengtang suddenly disappeared one day, the child's sky would collapse.

Also collapsed along with Luo Baobao, as well as his parents...

Therefore, she and Luo Fengtang are the two pillars that support the entire family.

"Qing'er, what are you thinking about? Are you so absorbed in it?"

When Luo Fengtang's voice suddenly reached her ears, Yang Ruoqing suddenly came back to her senses. Only then did she realize that she had no idea he had entered the room and sat down next to her.

"I didn't think about anything. I was just wondering what to eat for lunch by myself," she said.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "My Qing'er is rarely free and has turned into a gourmet."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'm not a gourmet, I'm a senior foodie, okay?"

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and rubbed her hair, his eyes filled with fondness, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes, "I'm getting better and better at flattering you, but I like it!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You look at Zhi'er first, and I'll go and take a look at Xiaojuan on the other side of the curtain next door."

"Yeah!" Luo Fengtang turned sideways to let Yang Ruoqing pass.

Separated by a curtain, there are two different scenes of warmth and desolation.

At this moment, Xiaojuan was lying stiffly on the bed, her head and face were all wrapped in white gauze, layer after layer.

The concoction and some indistinguishable color mucus seeped out from the gauze, making people feel uncomfortable and exuding a strong medicinal smell.

Xiaojuan's eyebrows were closed and she was breathing heavily, obviously falling into a drowsy state.

The ingredients in this medicine should include Mafei powder and some hypnotic and calming herbs.
Chapter completed!