My Husband With Scholar Syndrome - Chapter 77

Mu Xiaoya woke up in the middle of the night. The parents of both sides got the news only the next day, and they rushed off early the next morning. come. After a few hushing and warmth, only Shen Qingyi stayed. Others greeted Mu Xiaoya to rest, so they went back again.

Shirakawa, who had not had a good rest for six days, finally fell asleep on the sofa beside him.

Shen Qingyi sighed while cutting her apple for her daughter: “This time you suddenly got sick, and Ogawa’s performance was beyond our expectations.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Mu Xiaoya was also curious about Shirakawa’s performance after her illness, but yesterday she saw that Shirakawa was too tired, so she didn’t want to ask.

“He was the most calm of all of us,” Shen Qingyi recalled. “Called an ambulance, went through the hospitalization procedure, described the condition, contacted us, and cared for you. Everything was arranged in an orderly way, not at all like an autism. People with symptoms. Instead, we are panicked and don’t know what to do. ”

“He is not sick?”

“No, if it wasn’t for him staying in your ward and not letting others take care of it, I would have thought he could be so calm because he didn’t know how to leave and die.” Shen Qingyi smiled back and said, “Before, my father and I I’m also worried that Shirakawa can’t take care of you. Now it seems that we are thinking too much. ”

“He didn’t understand, he was waiting for me to wake up …” Or he couldn’t wake up.

Mu Xiaoya turned her head to look at Shirakawa. He was wearing a blanket, curled up on the sofa, eyes closed on her fair face, and long eyelashes occasionally trembled, as if she would wake up at any time. Mu Xiaoya couldn’t see Shirakawa’s eyes, but she knew that Shirakawa should be waiting for her ending before walking towards her.

“Fortunately, you are awake.” Recalling the scene at the time, Shen Qingyi couldn’t help but be afraid, “Otherwise … heh, don’t say it.”

In order not to increase the burden on Mu Xiaoya, the two people discussed together. In the future, no one will prescribe the genetic disease in Mu Xiaoya and Shirakawa. Although the genetic disease is still there, whether it is Professor Rong who first developed the method to treat the genetic disease, or whether the genetic disease finally broke out completely, they have no choice but to wait. The only thing they can do is live optimistically in the present.

“After leaving the hospital, go and see Grandma Bai.” Shen Qingyi urged. Ever knowing that the reason why her daughter escaped from the death was because of the jade bracelet, Shen Qingyi has been grateful to Grandma Bai.

“Um.” Mu Xiaoya agreed, even if her mother didn’t mention it, she would go.

At noon, Shen Qingyi went out to buy food for her daughter, and she came over shortly after she left. He came to give Baichuan clothes to change.

“Is Ogawa still sleeping?” Shirataki glanced at Shirakawa who was still asleep, and put his clothes on the chair next to him.

“It’s probably exhausting. I didn’t wake him up so much in the morning.” Mu Xiaoya was distressed.

“How about you …” Bai Yan asked Mu Xiaoya.

“I’m fine.”

Mu Xiaoya’s face is still a little pale, but his mental state has been restored. He also asked Professor Rong that as long as he is not in a coma again, Mu Xiaoya is actually no different from ordinary people. But Bai Yan couldn’t forget how he was rescued when he rushed to the hospital when he rushed to the hospital, especially when Professor Rong explained the reason for Mu Xiaoya’s illness …

“Sorry.” Bai Ao suddenly apologized.

“Brother?” Mu Xiaoya was a little hesitant. Why did Bai Ao suddenly apologize to her?

“Because I told Xiaochuan that I hope you will have a baby before you get sick.” Professor Dang Rong said that if Mu Xiaoya is not pregnant, she may only get sick after two to three years. Blame yourself. What does two to three years mean? On behalf of more advanced medical strength, Mu Xiaoya’s body can be nourished by the jade bracelet for two more years. Perhaps two or three years later, when Mu Xiaoya became ill, Professor Rong had found a cure for hereditary diseases. Or, the jade bracelet will interfere with the disease gene more completely, and she may not get sick at all.

“Brother, what does this have to do with you. The child is what I and Ogawa wanted, and no one had expected that pregnancy would make me sick earlier.”

Bai Ye understands this truth, and he has persuaded himself in this way, but he still can’t let go of the consequences that it almost caused. You cannot evade responsibility by not doing it unintentionally. During an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

“I really want to trace the roots, it should be my own choice.” Seeing Bai Yi still blame, Mu Xiaoya said half-truth, “If I didn’t choose to marry Ogawa, my grandma would not give me a bracelet, then I won’t get pregnant. This way I can live for two more years, then suddenly get sick and die directly. Which one of these two outcomes do you think is more suitable for me? ”

Bai Ye looked at Mu Xiaoya, there was always a delusion that she seemed to know that she would be sick.

“You … don’t die.” After Mu Xiaoya’s onset, everyone was marveling at the calmness of Shirakawa. The collapse they feared didn’t happen at all, not even the slightest signs of illness. But Bai Yan knows that if Mu Xiaoya can’t wake up, that is the beginning of Shirakawa’s collapse.

In the six days that Mu Xiaoya was in a coma, Shirakawa didn’t ask a word about the condition, but just kept asking the doctor: “Xiaoya, will you wake up?”

There is not much worry in the discourse, as if just waiting for a result. As for the reaction after knowing the result, Bai Yi couldn’t imagine.

“I work hard.” Mu Xiaoya answered with a smile.

Bai Ye glanced at Shirakawa again, no longer talking, nodded and left.

Three months later, Mu Xiaoya’s due date has arrived. When choosing a production method, Mu Xiaoya chose a cesarean section without hesitation. On the one hand, she was afraid that she would suddenly fall into a coma during the production, on the other hand, she did not want to let Shirakawa saw the production process.

If Shirakawa can see his own production process, it is estimated that when his child is born, his father will probably hate it.

But what Mu Xiaoya never expected was that she was worried so much that when the child was born, she was still hated by Shirakawa. The reason is even more ridiculous, because their son is not like Mu Xiaoya at all.

Yes, they had a son. Although many things happen during pregnancy, fortunately, the child is in good health. When the child was returned after the inspection, the two parents kept boasting around the crib.

This one says that the child’s nose looks good, that one says that the child’s mouth looks good, and even that the hair looks good. Only Shirakawa snorted and said, “Long is different from what I imagined.”

The crowd was intrigued and asked, “What do you think?”

“It’s different from Xiaoya’s childhood.” Shirakawa replied.

Everyone laughed and persuaded: “The child is still young, where can I see who I am now, and I will know when I grow up.”

Shirakawa saw that everyone didn’t believe what he said, and he didn’t know where to find the pen and paper. He actually drew a sketch portrait of a five-year-old child on the spot, and then showed it to the two people: “Look, he will look like this in the future, not like Xiaoya at all. ”

Parents from both sides took turns to look at this portrait, only to find that the little boy who sleeps with his eyes closed painted strangely, as if he had seen it somewhere.

“Wait …” Li Rong yelled suddenly, then pulled out her cell phone, flipped through the album, turned out an old photo, and compared it with the portrait. “Like it?”

“This is …” Shen Qingyi faintly guessed, “Xiaochuan was a kid.”

“Yeah.” Li Rong asked Shirakawa excitedly. “Your son is grown up. How is this?”

“Well, I follow the natural law of human growth …” Shirakawa was interrupted by his mother’s excitement before explaining the principle of painting this portrait. This has never happened before, so long as he was willing to talk, which dare to interrupt.

“It’s great.” Compared to Shirakawa’s unhappiness, the rest of the Bai family is not happy, because a child who is almost exactly the same as Shirakawa will make up for too much regret in the process of growing up in Shirakawa.

The Mu family parents are also very happy, they don’t care who the child looks like, as long as they are their grandchildren.

No one understands the pain in his heart, and Shirakawa was unhappy about it for a long time, even Mu Xiaoya’s comfort didn’t work. Until one night, when Shirakawa poked his son’s face with his fingers, he woke up the sleeping little dumpling. The little dumpling opened his eyes stupidly, a pair of dark almond eyes, like her mother.

Since then, the Bai family has one more father who likes to poke his fingers with his fingers after he falls asleep.

And every morning, I found that there was always a red dot on the cheek of Mu Xiaoya: “…”

Time rushed, and it was another two years. Although Mu Xiaoya’s genetic disease was not cured, and she was hospitalized for a few days on average every few days, but she still lived the last time.

On the second day of her four-year wedding anniversary with Shirakawa, Mu Xiaoya and Shirakawa took their children to the grandma’s grave.

“Come here, Grandma too.” Mu Xiaoya pointed at the picture of Grandma Bai and asked her son to shout.

“Too … grandma.” Bai Xiaotuan didn’t speak very well, but his soft and glutinous voice could reach people’s hearts.

“Grandma’s biggest regret is that your dad didn’t like to talk when he was a kid. You shout a few more words.” Although Bai Xiaotuan looks like his dad, his character follows Mu Xiaoya, his mouth is sweet, and even a little naughty. But these are all things that the Bai family hoped that Shirakawa could have but did not have. Therefore, when the white dumplings are mischievous, the Bai family not only stops or even encourages them.

Mu Xiaoya was afraid to give her child to her parents-in-law, for fear of accidentally raising a second-generation ancestor.

“Too … grandma, too grandma …” The child’s crisp and tender voice shouted again and again, Mu Xiaoya looked at the grandmother’s kind smile on the tombstone, and seemed to hear her answer.

Grandma, it was supposed to be my death date yesterday, but I survived. Every day from now on, you are a new student to me.

Mu Xiaoya looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist and said silently.

“Let’s let him learn the piano later.” Shirakawa pointed at the little dumpling who was calling Grandma over and over again, and suddenly proposed.

“Why?” Mu Xiaoya was surprised.

“Grandma wanted to teach me when I was young, but I didn’t learn it.” Shirakawa remembered that when he was young, his grandma liked to hold him to play the piano. , But I don’t know why, just can’t press those keys on the piano.

“it is good.”

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