Chapter 779: Chapter 10 Kinship_4 Chapter 779: Chapter 10 Kinship_4 The little girl tilted her head:
“Yan Qiaoqiao?”
The nurse nodded:
“Exactly, you are Yan Qiaoqiao.”
The little girl turned her head again, her puzzled eyes looking at Yan i:
“I am Yan Qiaoqiao?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Yan i waved her hand:
“You are now…
called Yan Qiaoqiao, that’s correct.”
While the little girl turned her head, the nurse, quick and alert, took the opportunity to insert the blood-drawing needle into her arm’s vein and then released the tourniquet.
The blood flow resud, and bright red blood surged from the tube into the vacuum tube, spreading out.
“Oh, not bad.”
The nurse, seeing the little girl calm and expressionless, exclaid:
“Very good, Qiaoqiao.”
“Other children of this age usually cry and fuss during blood draws, especially with these thicker needles, which can hurt a bit.”
The little girl stared at the needle and the crimson blood-drawing tube.
Strange.
She didn’t feel much pain.
Just an ordinary feeling.
...
Her body didn’t react much, as if…
she had already adapted to this minimal pain.
“All done.”
The nurse applied a hemostatic patch to the little girl’s arm, stood up, and looked at Yan i and Zhao Ruihai:
“It’ll also take two to three hours, why don’t you take a walk and then go for lunch?
By the ti you return, the reports should be ready.”
…
So, the old couple, looking like they were with their little granddaughter, left the hospital and went to the nearby park to pass the ti.
All three had hemostatic patches on their left arms.
Indeed, like a family.
All neat and tidy.
Today wasn’t yet the Labor Day holiday, still a workday, so there were almost no young people in the park, just the elderly with children.
Smaller children were in strollers basking in the sun.
The older ones were rolling on the grass or chasing each other on the paths.
People passing by always couldn’t resist turning back to look at the little girl, genuinely praising:
“This little girl is really pretty.”
“A beauty in the making!”
“She looks quite like her grandmother.”
Indeed…
You can tell they’re one family.”
…
This unexpected praise made Yan i straighten her back, feeling especially proud!
“Hmm, did you hear that, old Zhao?”
Yan i looked at Zhao Ruihai, who was holding the little girl’s other hand:
“Everyone says this little girl looks like , just as pretty.”
“Oh, co off it…”
Zhao Ruihai looked up at her, his gaze focused completely on the little girl between them.
Each of the old couple held one of the little girl’s delicate, pale hands.
Zhao Ruihai then realized…
how many years had it been since he had been this close to Zhao Yingjun?
When was the last ti he held Zhao Yingjun’s hand?
Probably back in elentary school.
Yingjun was sent abroad for middle school, beca independent and reclusive, and after returning, she wasn’t as close to him.
When was the last ti he held Zhao Yingjun…?
That must have been back in kindergarten.
At that ti, he was busy with work and always neglected the affection Zhao Yingjun needed.
He rembered that every ti kindergarten ended, Zhao Yingjun would want him to hold her like the other children, hugged by their parents.
He couldn’t rember the exact reasons now…
Zhao Ruihai always felt that he seldom held Zhao Yingjun, often disappointing her in this regard.
He seed to always want to reason with his daughter, to cultivate her persona, always lecturing or setting rules.
Looking back now.
Was he really too strict?
His daughter had grown up this way…
Was he also to bla?
Zhao Ruihai, who had always been stubborn and self-righteous, now surprisingly felt a twinge of guilt and regret.
He seed to always be picking at Zhao Yingjun’s faults.
As a father.
He had never reflected on himself.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Yan i and Zhao Ruihai felt their arms being pulled.
Turning around.
They saw the little girl stopping in her tracks, looking at a girl on the lawn being carried on her father’s neck, loudly shouting “Horse, ride the horse!”
She turned her head.
Blinking her clever, pure eyes, she looked at Zhao Ruihai:
“Ride the horse.”
Zhao Ruihai was stunned.
Yan i, unable to hide her smile, stepped back and took the little girl’s arm:
“No way, you’re already a teenage girl, you can’t ask adults to carry you anymore; that’s a ga for little kids.”
“Okay.”
The little girl, always obedient and well-behaved, nodded earnestly.
Ah…
Zhao Ruihai took a deep breath in, closing his eyes.
It was this obedience and docility, like a sharp sword piercing his heart.
It painfully reminded him of the increasingly dull and cold looks from the young Zhao Yingjun…
just because of his rejections and lectures.
“What’s the harm.”
He imdiately crouched down, offering his broad back to the little girl:
“Climb up, let grandpa carry you!
My body is still strong enough now, but maybe not after another ten or eight years!”
Suddenly.
Like a blooming iron flower.
The little girl actually smiled for the first ti!
Although faint and slight, she indeed smiled!
This was her first smile since waking up, stunning Yan i, who felt like she was seeing her daughter smiling as a child!
The little girl jumped onto Zhao Ruihai’s back.
Zhao Ruihai chuckled:
“Hold on tight, off we go!”
Then he stood up straight, carrying the little girl forward.
Along the way, many people looked back, thinking it odd for a girl who looked at least thirteen or fourteen to still be carried by her grandpa, apparently a bit lazy.
But who can bla grandparents for spoiling their grandchild?
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