"Tangtang!"
The master's voice brought the little girl back to reality from her endless emotions.
The master looked anxious and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay," the little girl shook her head.
Master: "Why is everything okay? You're even crying."
Cried?
When the little girl heard what the master said, she subconsciously reached out to touch her face. There were cold tears on her face. Hey, it was strange, why was she crying? Even though she saw such a happy scene, she still felt sad.
Mom and dad love each other, and she can feel their love from those pictures.
But why is this apparently happy scene filled with sadness?
it's wired.
Tang Xuan is ill.
The fever was 40 degrees and wouldn't go away, and I was almost going crazy with the fever.
The doctor gave him a fever-reducing injection and asked the housekeeper to pay attention to his condition.
The little girl sat on the chair beside the bed, looked at Tang Xuan with his eyes closed, and then looked at the housekeeper: "Aren't you going to send dad to the hospital?"
"Third Young Master hates hospitals." The housekeeper touched her head. "He can recover better here."
Hate hospitals?
The little girl was stunned. She didn't like the hospital, but she always felt that her father's dislike was different from her own.
Because Tang Xuan's high fever persisted, after taking the anti-fever injection, the housekeeper wiped his hands and feet with a warm towel to physically cool him down.
Tangtang's eyes fell on Tang Xuan's left wrist, and for the first time she noticed several hideous scars on it.
Tang Xuan had the habit of wearing a watch. The watch covered up those ferocious scars, which she had not noticed before.
The housekeeper noticed her gaze and comforted her: "Don't worry, young lady, Third Young Master will be fine."
The little girl's eyes were lowered and she didn't speak.
Seeing her dying father made her feel a little uncomfortable.
——
Gray black and white picture.
The woman with an unclear face stretched out her hand towards herself: "I... want to... live."
Her hands were ice cold.
——
Tangtang opened her eyes suddenly, covered in cold sweat.
Dahei, who was sleeping soundly, noticed her movements, opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"
"I, I seem to be dreaming about my mother," Xiao Naibao tightly hugged the bear doll in her arms.
"Huh? What did she say?"
"She said, she said she wanted to survive," the little girl said in a very depressed mood.
The big black furry head rubbed her face, "It's just a dream, don't think too much."
Dream?
The little milk bag leaned against it: "But my dreams are different from other people's dreams."
She had never had an ordinary, peaceful dream.
the next day.
The little milk bag also has a low fever.
Everyone in the Tang family villa was in chaos.
"Maybe the virus was transmitted to the young lady due to contact with the Third Young Master yesterday."
"The little lady doesn't want to go to the hospital."
The housekeeper invited the family doctor home to be on call 24 hours a day.
The master touched the little girl's slightly hot forehead and asked, "Tangtang, how do you feel?"
"A little dizzy," the little milk bag told him.
"Just take the medicine and have a good sleep," the master told her.
"How's daddy?" asked the little girl.
Master: "The fever has subsided and I will get better soon. Maybe I will recover before you do."
The little girl grabbed the quilt with both hands: "Really?"
She felt more at ease.
She asked: "Why is daddy sick?"
The master's expression paused slightly, and the little girl continued: "Did someone attack daddy?"
"He is full of merit and virtue, who would dare to attack him?" Master told her, "He will be fine."
Anyone who hurt Tang Xuan with malicious intentions will suffer backlash.
With his shining golden merits, even a humble person would not dare to provoke him.
The little girl chatted with him for a few more words and then fell asleep.
After Xiao Naibao fell asleep, Qingwei's face darkened.
He walked out of the room and saw the second disciple standing there leaning against the wall.
Qingwei frowned: "What are you doing here?"
"Master, something is wrong with Mr. Tang Xuan," Wu Xin said in a serious tone.
"He has a fever now, how can he be satisfied?" Qingwei rolled her eyes slightly.
"No, I mean something is wrong with him," Wu Xin tried to explain.
Qingwei:......
He looked at the second disciple for a while and said, "So?"
He couldn't even understand what this bad apprentice wanted to express.
"His character is not right," Wu Xin said.
"???"
"Tang Xuan used to have a cheerful personality, but he was said to be a social terrorist, but now he is like an iceberg. I think this personality change has been too big," Wuxin recalled the past things, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.
"?? Did you know Mr. Tang Xuan before?" Qingwei was a little surprised.
Wuxin scratched his head, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Master, would you like to be patient? I am from Haicheng."
Qingwei coughed slightly: "Tell me what you know."
Tang Xuan of the Tang family is the most conspicuous person among the younger generation in Haicheng.
He has a cheerful personality and greets everyone he meets. He has friends everywhere. He is friendly with everyone and plays well. Among the younger generation in Haicheng, he can be said to be the one who responds to everyone.
However, the original social terrorist has now become an iceberg, abnormal, very abnormal.
Wuxin used his social skills to get some information out of the servants in the Tang family villa.
Tang Xuan's temperament changed drastically after his wife and daughter disappeared.
"It's normal for a person's temperament to change drastically after being overly sad," Qingwei said helplessly.
Especially those who have experienced great joy and great sorrow.
"No," Wuxin looked around and whispered a few words into the master's ear.
Qingwei's expression became serious: "Are you sure?"
"OK," Wu Xin nodded.
Qingwei frowned: "I'll go take a look."
The next day, the Tang family received good news.
Both Tang Xuan and Xiao Naibao's fevers have gone away.
However, the housekeeper was worried that the two people's viruses and bacteria would infect each other, so they separated their time for eating and walking.
The little girl was sitting on the balcony of the room basking in the sun.
Dahei was snoring in his arms.
Tang Xuan's calm voice came from below: "I'm fine."
The housekeeper was worried: "You really don't need to take a break? The work is endless."
Tang Xuan: "The fever has gone away. I have a lot of work these days and can't rest anymore."
housekeeper:……
He said as if he was remembering something: "By the way, there was a call from the kindergarten today, asking when the little lady will go to kindergarten?"
Tang Xuan said without hesitation: "Her illness is just right. Let her rest for two days. If she recovers, send her to kindergarten."
housekeeper:? ? ?
Tang Xuan continued: "Children of her age have already gone to kindergarten."
The car drove slowly out and disappeared at the end of the road.
Xiao Naibao hugged Dahei and asked, "Dad seems a little strange."
The big black and white eyes rolled slightly: "When is he not weird?"
Little milk bag:......
**
Wu Xin said to Xiao Nai Bao with a serious face: "Your dad has a problem."
