Chapter 11 (1/2)
11。 Xianglian
”how can I rest assured that you go to the street alone? It's not like the county town, it's much bigger than the county town. If you can't get it back, you can't find it! And there are no more bad people in this city than in the village. There are often child traffickers. ”
”Dad, don't always treat me as a child. I'm 12 years old and I'm in junior high school. You can rest assured that I won't run far away. Even if I'm far away, I can ask people or take a taxi. Even if I'm so old, I can't get lost.”
Mencius junao, however, said with a smile: ”well, be careful yourself.”
Meng Qingqing went to the bathroom to change another dress that she had brought from home. It was a shirt with red flowers on a white background. Because it was too old, the original patterns and colors could not be seen. The clothes were small and old, the style was rustic, and the clothes were rustic and shabby. Meng Qingqing thought, no matter it, the soil is local. Anyway, he is just a child now. His image is not important. His father's disease is the most serious Yes.
Meng Zijun looked straight but shook his head, ”I used to send money back every month. How come your grandmother didn't take you to buy some clothes well. You see your clothes are small, not fit, and so old, no way. This afternoon I'm going to take you to buy more clothes. Girls should wear more beautiful clothes.”
Meng Qingqing looked at her clothes. She comforted her father, ”my clothes are not bad in our side. They are good, and they are not broken. They are really soiled here. Don't worry. I'll buy them in the afternoon.”
Meng Qingqing opened cabinet 9 and found a white Long Sleeve T-shirt. ”Dad, change the shirt on your body and I'll wash it.”
Meng Zijun grinned and said, ”OK, my daughter helps my father wash clothes.”
Meng Zijun sat on the bed and changed his clothes. Meng Qingqing saw that his father was so thin that he could see his bones. How strong his father used to be! She remembers that when she was a child, her father would always hold her in a circle or hold her high to listen to her laugh and surprise. At that time, the muscles on his arm were tangled. But now his arm is skin and bone.
Meng Qingqing took the basin to the boiling room to pick up some hot water for washing powder. On the corridor, she met Dr. Ling's son. She saw him looking at her, nodding to him, smiling, and walking to the boiling room.
Ling Yunfeng looked at the dirt girl she ran into when she entered her father's office. She had changed a dress. She was more rustic and older than before. She had ugly short hair and dark skin. She was thin. She was 12 years old, but she looked like a little bit of eight or nine years old. Although she could not find any other words to describe her whole body except a local character, she was partial However, he had a pair of dark and bright eyes, and he didn't act like a country child who had never seen the world.
Looking at her small, thin figure, I think of her father's words, ”her mother died when she was a child, and her only relative now is her father, but now her father is also lying in the hospital, dying.”
Ling Yunfeng muttered, ”it's really a poor little girl.” He turned and strode to the elevator.
Meng Qingqing helped his father wash his clothes and returned to the ward. It was time for lunch. The son of bed 7 had already gone to get dinner, but bed 8 had not come back. Mencius Jun said: ”dialysis for four hours should be over now. Maybe they went to the canteen to eat directly.”
Meng Qingqing went to fight her father and her two meals alone. My father wants to eat light food, so Meng Qingqing plays some vegetarian dishes. What's more, those dishes are just stir fried with water without any flavor. It's impossible to have any nutrition. Is it true that dad has been eating such a meal for more than a month?