big city small home

Chapter 136
Winner and loser, Lu Zhenzhong has nothing to say.

Gently pushing the door open and entering the bedroom, Sang Baiyue was standing in front of the crib, leaning over to cover Xiaomao's head with a towel.Lu Zhenzhong came to Sang Baiyue's side, and saw his son's cheeks were thin and sallow in the crib.It was not covered with a towel, but a face towel for adults.A towel just covered his body, no matter how you looked at it, he was pitifully small.

Lu Zhen tensed in the center, lowered his voice, and asked softly, "Is he all right?"

"It's past the peak of danger."

Gao Fei came in arrogantly: "It's not because I react quickly. There was a news on the Internet two days ago. A 9-day-old baby had a fever. After being sent to the Children's Emergency Department, his condition deteriorated rapidly. The baby started to convulse, Accompanied by confusion, meningitis was finally confirmed and a prominent erythematous rash developed.

One way viral meningitis is spread is through the mouth of an adult with the herpes simplex virus to a baby.Therefore, when facing delicate and fragile babies, kissing must be cautious. "

Lu Zhenzhong could only listen awkwardly.

"The herpes virus is extremely contagious, and sometimes it can be transmitted through skin contact. Adults may also get herpes by kissing each other, not to mention babies with weak immune systems..."

Gao Fei This is not over yet.

On this hurried night, Lu Zhenzhong couldn't say a few warm words to Sang Baiyue; he also couldn't sleep on the big bed in the bedroom at night.The right to speak in the family was firmly controlled by Gao Fei, and Lu Zhenzhong was forced to listen to herpes science popularization for most of the night.

In the middle of the night, Lu Zhenzhong woke up because the sofa was soft and his back was hurt.Suddenly, for no reason, he remembered that he forgot to order takeaway dinner for his mother!Lu Zhenzhong buried his face in the pillow and sighed heavily when he thought of his mother waiting for dinner for a long time.

The guilt of not taking good care of both the son and the mother slowly hit my heart.

Thinking of Sang Baiyue's haggardness, Sang's mother's sad gaze, Sang's father's deeper silence than before, Lu Zhenzhong couldn't sleep even more in the second half of the night.

The next day, in the spirit of compensation, Lu Zhenzhong went out late on purpose and had breakfast at home together.At the dinner table, he discussed with Sang Baiyue that the summer vacation was coming soon, and he wanted to take Zhenqi to live in Anting for a while.

"I think it's better to say goodbye. Your mother's hygiene habits are not good, and the child lives with her, which is dangerous." Gao Fei's mouth curled up, obviously mocking.

Lu Zhenzhong looked for Sang Baiyue's gaze, and Sang Baiyue turned his face away.

Sang's mother sighed: "I'm a sinner. I'd rather suffer myself."

Papa Sang's hand on the table gradually clenched into a fist.

Lu Zhenzhong then knew that there was no need to talk about bringing Zhenqi back to Anting during the summer vacation.

Mother Lu endured and hoped, and finally survived until her grandson was full moon. She was going to pay for the full moon wine, but the Sang family said no - Lu Zhenzhong knew that most of the reasons for not doing it were because her son was not in good condition.Sang Baiyue, who is out of confinement, not only refuses to serve the full moon wine, but also refuses to return to live in Anting.

Lu's mother was so shocked that she was only half breathed.

Lu's mother endured the humiliation and planned to visit her grandson in the city, but Lu Zhenzhong kept making excuses.

Older people were already suspicious, and after several efforts to no avail, Mother Lu came to the conclusion that it must be because she wanted her grandson to be surnamed Lu that the Sang family deliberately refused to let her see her grandson.The son had to embarrass himself and refused to take her to the city again and again.

There is an unreachable distance between her and her grandson. His surname is not Lu and he doesn't know her.Is this grandson still the grandson of their Lu family?
Realizing that "what is equal to nothing", Lu's mother's spiritual support collapsed.

At noon this day, Mother Lu didn't heat leftovers to eat as usual.She washed her face, took the portrait of her grandson, walked to the balcony, opened the window, and was about to step out of the window.The movements are crisp and neat, without a trace of nostalgia.

It's a coincidence.

That morning, because Xiaoshitou suddenly had a fever, Bing's mother was anxious, so she called Bingbulin.After Bingbulin received her mother's call, she hurriedly explained to Han Jicheng that she was about to leave the office for work.

Seeing her in a hurry, Han Jicheng opened his mouth and asked her what happened?

In a panic, Bingbulin blurted out: "My son is sick."

"Your son?" Han Jicheng was shocked.

Both parties froze in the office.After Bingbulin calmed down, she smiled: "Yes, I am a single mother with a 3-year-old son. Today I had a fever and was returned by the kindergarten teacher. I have to pick it up."

Han Jicheng nodded, and urged Bingbulin to go back, and he would watch over the technical work.

Bingbulin smiled and bowed slightly.

After Bingbulin took Xiao Shitou to see the doctor, she arranged for Xiao Shitou to take a nap.Sitting at the dining table by the window in the north, she couldn't think of the conversation she had with Old Han in the office in the morning.From now on, Lao Han should leave her without leaving a trace, right?Although she didn't like Lao Han, it was a kind of comfort to have such a person in her life.

A divorced woman with a baby is difficult to deal with, which is the consensus of many men.I'm afraid she will blackmail them.She is not so hungry.

Just as she was thinking about pity for herself, she turned her head and almost spilled the coffee cup in her hand.Opposite to Lu Zhenzhong's house, a little old lady was climbing up the window sill, her face was so solemn that there was no trace of life.

Bingbulin's first reaction was to rush downstairs.After thinking about it, she is not a superman, going down to the sixth floor and then going up to the sixth floor, can climb the balcony faster than the old lady?

In the blink of an eye, she opened the window and shouted to the opposite side with a smile: "Auntie, do you still remember me? I am a colleague of your son Lu Zhenzhong."

Lu's mother murmured "fox spirit" and ignored Bingbulin.Since knowing that Bingbulin, who looks like a little girl, is actually the mother of a little boy and has been divorced, Mother Lu has been against Bingbulin.

"Do you have any grudge against your son?" Bingbulin continued to shout.

"You have enmity with your son." Mother Lu muttered.She found that she couldn't climb up, so she turned around and moved a small bench.Now he easily stepped onto the window sill of the balcony.

Mother Lu had already figured out that she would first sit on the window sill, then stand up, and then jump down.Like this even the 30 centimeters wide stainless steel airing platform extending out of the window does not need to be destroyed.

"If you fall from the window, your son's house will become a murderous house. At that time, the house will not be sold even if you want to sell it. No one will ask for any money." Bingbulin was so nervous that her palms were sweating, but her tone did not show at all. come out.

Mother Lu was about to stand up slowly while leaning on the glass window, when Bingbulin was stunned when she heard Bingbulin talking about the haunted house, saying that it couldn't be sold, and that no one would ask for the discounted money.After weighing, she made a new decision: to die as before, but not in her own home.

She sat down again slowly.Carefully, retreat from the window sill to the balcony.

Bingbulin in the window was almost sweating in her palms.

(End of this chapter)