[Old and old-fashioned]: What is going on at home?

Qi Bai glanced at Bai Sang who took a sip of porridge, not sure if they were still family now.

...

Bai Sang has a bad appetite, he can't eat the porridge after drinking half a bowl, and the side dishes are basically untouched.

Before Bai Sang started to clean up the table, Qi Bai put down his phone and silently put away the tableware.

Bai Sang, who had nothing to do, just stared at him.

Knowing that Bai Sang's son is here, he is quite handsome, and a little nurse brought a thin quilt and said that he could stay in bed at night and cover it.

Qi Bai didn't reach out to pick it up, so the nurse put him in the cabinet corresponding to the bed.

There was nothing to say between the mother and son, until after dinner in the evening, seeing Qi Bai sitting in the escort chair and playing with his mobile phone, there was no sign of leaving, Bai Sang said:

"Go back and rest."

Qi Bai ignored her.

After waiting for two seconds, Bai Sang sighed and whispered:

"Speak."

Qi Bai was stagnant, maintaining the posture of playing with the phone and not moving, and asked Bai Sang not to call him that.

'Yanyan' is Qi Bai's nickname. He talked early when he was a child, and he wanted to talk before he had two deciduous teeth. Bai Sang taught him a sentence, and he learned a sentence. Like a small talker, Bai Sang called him Yanyan.

No one called him that since Bai Sang left.

Bai Sangyi changed her words and told him to go back.

After the escort chair is unfolded, there is not much space. It is narrow, short and stiff. Qi Bai has long hands and feet. If he sleeps all night and wakes up tomorrow, his whole body will be uncomfortable.

Qi Bai didn't move, as if he didn't hear him.

Bai Sang looked at Qi Bai like this, a little helpless.

She used to revolve around her husband and son all day, and her husband betrayed her, so she couldn't live any longer.

More than ten years ago, she didn't let Qi Bai send her away when she was riddled with holes, and now she doesn't want him to see her when she leaves.

There is a mirror in the bathroom of the ward, and she sees her hair falling out every day, aging rapidly.

How can the person in the mirror be so ugly?

Bai Sang thought so in his heart.

Even more embarrassed than when he left ten years ago.

"I said that I was drunk at the time and didn't know anything. If you insist on getting a divorce? Well, just leave. I'll see how I can live without you!"

"Son? His surname Qi is my seed, how could he come with you?"

"You have been married and supported by me for so many years. What else do you do other than do some housework? Will your son starve to death with you?"

"Bai Sang, can you stop making trouble? You were not like this before."

"..."

Bai Sang hasn't dreamed about the old things for a long time.

That time was a nightmare for her, the darkest time in her life. Her husband, who had been with each other day and night, tore off his mask, clearly at fault, but he blushed and yelled at her with a thick neck, saying that she was messing around and disregarding the overall situation.

The home that used to be warm and happy suddenly turned sour. It became unfamiliar, disgusting, and sticky, making it hard to breathe.

When Bai Sang woke up from the dream, the uncle next door was snoring like thunder.

She was a little tired and struggled to stand up, only to see Qi Bai curled up on the escort chair at the end of the bed and fell asleep, half of the quilt on the ground.

Through the light coming in from the corridor, Bai Sang could see Qi Bai's frowning brows, and it could be seen that the other party was not sleeping peacefully.

He got out of bed lightly, Bai Sang bent over to pick up the quilt that fell on the ground, and gently covered Qi Bai.

Bai Sang didn't make the slightest movement, stared at Qi Bai's sleeping face for a long time, and then slowly moved back to the bed.

When Bai Sang fell back to sleep, Qi Bai's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.

The snoring in the ward was one after another, as if to compete in this dark night. Without mute earphones in this environment, it was really difficult to fall asleep.

Four times, Qi Bai silently calculated in his heart.

She didn't want herself, but she was able to endure the pain of her body, and she got up four times a night to cover herself with the quilt.

Qi Bai felt sour in his heart and couldn't tell what he felt.

It's always bad.

...

In the early morning, a doctor brought a mighty group of people to the ward and asked the patient how he was doing today. When it was Bai Sang's turn, she said everything was fine.

The doctor briefly checked and asked, "Good? Didn't the nurse tell me that you couldn't sleep because of the pain yesterday?"

Bai Sang glanced at Qi Bai, who went out with the lunch box expressionlessly.

When Qi Bai was far away, Bai Sang spoke slowly:

"My chest hurts, I can't help myself, I'm a little sleepless..."

The doctor remembered them one by one and said that if the pain was unbearable, he would give another injection today to relieve the pain.

Doctor: "How's your appetite?"

In the case of Bai Sang, if you eat less, you have to infuse nutrient solution.

Bai Sang smiled and said it was fine.

After the doctor left for a while, Qi Bai came back with breakfast. He wanted Bai Sang to take the medicine first, but before he reminded him, Bai Sang had already finished taking the medicine.

According to the doctor's suggestion, Qi Bai bought Bai Sang breakfast, and sat down to drink soy milk and eat eggs.

The boiled egg was white and tender after peeling the shell, and before Qi Bai could eat it, Bai Sang, who was sitting on the hospital bed, said:

"You can give me the egg yolk."

Qi Bai's hands stopped for a while, and glanced at the bowl that Bai Sang pushed over, his voice was a little cold:

"I don't hate eating egg yolks anymore."

When he was a child, Qi Bai felt that the egg yolk tasted fishy, so he only ate the egg white, and the egg yolk was solved by white mulberry.

But just like Bai Sang was used to taking medicine, Qi Bai, who had no one to help share the egg yolk in recent years, no longer hated the fishy smell of egg yolk.

Bai Sang was stunned for a moment, then pulled back his bowl.

Compared with the other two hospital beds, Qi Bai and Bai Sang were too quiet.

When Chen Shaojiao came to visit, he saw Qi Bai and Bai Sang lying down and sitting, with big eyes staring at each other and no one talking.

He was silent, then walked in with a smile on his face: "Aunt Bai, Qi Bai."

When Chen Shaojiao came, the stagnant atmosphere in the ward eased a lot, and he also exchanged a few words with the bed next door.

Seeing the red blood in Qi Bai's eyes, Chen Shaojiao asked him if he didn't sleep well last night: