So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

No matter what time he was thinking about her, he didn't want to infect her.

This time Aunt Qiong got sick, his heart finally broke down, she felt sorry for him, looking at Pei Yifeng's thin back, the hand holding Lu Zhenyang couldn't help adding some strength.

Unknowingly, she thought of Haiyan's book, "What can I do to save your love?" She also silently thought in her heart, "What can I do to comfort you, my love, and what can I do to save my child." '

Pei Yifeng finished smoking a cigarette, stood on the spot and looked up at the sky, let out a heavy breath, then turned and got into the car.

'Cough cough...' After getting in the car, he suddenly coughed, coughed twice and then stopped coughing again, endlessly, Lu Anyi hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to him. [

Then open the hot water cup, "Come on, drink some hot water."

Pei Yifeng took a sip of water from the teacup, stopped coughing temporarily, and looked at the long queue of vehicles in front of him, which made people even more depressed.

"You've been coughing a lot lately, stop smoking." Lu Anyi looked at Pei Yifeng and said suddenly.

"En." Pei Yifeng nodded and agreed, with a strong nasal voice, and coughed twice after agreeing.

Lu Zhenyang had already entered the period of chemotherapy, and his whole body was so thin that only skin and bones remained. After the first chemotherapy, he lay on the bed, looked at Lu Anyi, and held Lu Anyi's hand weakly with his small hands.

"Mom, don't take this kind of drip next time, okay? I feel uncomfortable."

When Lu Anyi heard this, her eyes were sore and tears almost couldn't hold back the tears. She once imagined that Lu Zhenyang would not be able to stand the chemotherapy, yes, even an adult would not be able to bear it, let alone a child.

She squeezed Lu Zhenyang's little hand tightly with distress, wishing to hug the little person on the bed and hold her tightly in her arms, she was afraid that the child would disappear one day if he became so thin.

The day before New Year's Eve, Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng brought Lu Zhenyang home. After a busy day, the family of three sat on the balcony and looked out the window.

Before the New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers continued outside, Pei Yifeng hugged Lu Zhenyang, and Lu Anyi snuggled up beside him, watching the colorful fireworks.

Lu Zhenyang was wearing a blue furry sweater, with his head resting on Pei Yifeng's shoulders, and the hair on his head was also losing a lot day by day.

"Mom, I'm over five years old. I'll be six years old in a few months next year. You always say I'm four years old." Lu Zhenyang scolded Lu Anyi in a quiet voice.

Lu Anyi nodded and looked outside the bed, "Yes, Yang Yang will be six years old in a few months. Mom always thinks about when she was four years old."

Pei Yifeng turned her gaze to Lu Anyi when she heard this. During those four years, she took care of the child alone. When she came back, the child was exactly four years old, so she always casually said that the child was four years old.

The celebration of the New Year can still bring people a lot of joy, Lu Zhenyang fell asleep lying in Pei Yifeng's arms, Lu Anyi brought a thin blanket to cover his body, and sat back beside Pei Yifeng.

"Yifeng, will it snow tomorrow?"

Pei Yifeng looked at Lu Anyi with a sideways smile when he heard the words, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, wouldn't it be nice to have some snow during the Chinese New Year?"

"But I'm going to pick up Grandpa and Aunt Qiong tomorrow morning. I'm afraid the snow will delay the car."

Pei Yifeng shook his head and said, "It's okay." [

Early the next morning, Zhang Xue and Aunt Yue rushed to Lu Anyi's house, and then Lu Anyi and Pei Yifeng drove to the suburbs to pick up Colonel Pei and Aunt Qiong.