Chapter 1235: I want to go home (1)

Shen Youran's eyes were a bit sour, her light-colored lips moved, her throat choked nothing, and she turned her eyes red.
Seeing her not speaking, Zino asked, "Sure, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Youran quickly adjusted his emotions and turned his head. The expression on his face was even uglier than crying: "I am listening happy."
Zino shined with both eyes: "Really?"
She nodded, put the glass on the table, touched his head, and her throat was hoarse and hoarse: "When you grow up, you can support me when you have money, so you need to grow up peacefully."
Zino didn't understand the meaning of the last sentence, his face was excited, but he thought that it would take many years for him to grow up, and his small face collapsed again.
He grabbed the white bedding and looked at her pitifully: "Must I grow up?"
Shen Youran lowered the fog in his eyes: "Of course."
Zino twisted his fingers, his mouth narrowed, and reluctantly responded: "Okay."
"Nuo Nuo is good." Shen Youran took him around, hugged him into his arms, kissed his hair, and mist misted his eyes again.
Zino rubbed her arms: "Sure, I like you holding me like this."
It's very warm and I can't tell.
"Really?" Shen Youran spit out two words with difficulty. When Jino nodded, she whispered again, "Then I will hug you more like this in the future."
The little guy was overjoyed: "Of course, you are so good."
Ji Jinchuan looked at their mother and son, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
He walked to the balcony, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took two breaths. The breath was too fast. The smoke ring entered his heart, and he choked for a while.
It was probably too hard to cough, and the pain in the heart was like a spasm and twitching, tightening a little bit, which affected his internal organs.
He gasped for two breaths before he slowed down. The smoke in his hand burned for more than half, and a stack of ashes piled up, and he was about to fall to the ground.
His fingertips flicked, the ash fell on the ground, and a few ash stains fell on the shoe upper.
He took a bite in his mouth and the dark cigarette lit up again, and the white smoke overflowed from his thin lips and his nose, lingering between his handsome brows.
After smoking half a cigarette, he returned to the ward and saw Jinuo lying in Shen Youran's arms. Shen Youran was telling him the story of the wolf coming, and the little guy listened with relish.
In the quiet ward, only the woman’s soft and gentle voice rang, following the air.
Ji Jinchuan sat down on the side stool and watched the mother and son, listening to Shen Youran's low voice, his irritability gradually recovered.
After a story was finished, Zino didn't listen to it too much: "Sure, tell me another one."
"it is good."
I heard the story many times when I was a child, but it was told by Shen Youran's soft and soft voice, which seemed to be attracted by a magic force, and even Ji Jinchuan listened carefully.
After listening for a few minutes, he thought that she had not eaten lunch yet and went downstairs to buy food.
After a while, Jinuo fell asleep, Shen Youran gently raised his head, pulled out his arm, then got out of the bed, picked up the cigarette and lighter that Ji Jinchuan placed on the table, and walked to the balcony.
Ji Jinchuan pushed open the door of the ward without seeing Shen Youran. His heart slipped through a trace of loss, and he walked over to put the things in his hand on the table. Yu Guang saw that her bag was still on the sofa.