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Zhang Moyan placed the milk in front of An Yuan, saying, "Try it."
The milk looked no different from usual, which puzzled An Yuan. He picked up the cup and took a sip. The sweet and greasy taste, combined with the usual unpleasant smell of milk, hit his nose, causing his stomach to churn instantly.
Hastily placing the cup back on the table, An Yuan covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom, leaning over the sink and vomiting violently. Zhang Moyan followed behind, supporting An Yuan and rubbing his back.
These reactions were normal, as Dr. Xu had explained earlier. But seeing An Yuan so uncomfortable after not eating anything was also distressing for Zhang Moyan.
I wiped An Yuan's mouth with a clean towel, then helped him lean on me. Zhang Moyan placed his fingers about two inches above An Yuan's wrist and massaged it. After a while, An Yuan's pale face finally showed some color.
Zhang Moyan asked Secretary Wang to make some rice porridge again, and personally made some refreshing side dishes.
An Yuan changed his clothes, although he still had no appetite, he always remembered Dr. Xu's instructions that if he didn't eat, the baby would go hungry.
Persistently, he mechanically pushed the porridge and vegetables into his mouth, then forced himself to chew and swallow. An Yuan knew that the feeling of hunger was not pleasant, as if someone was constantly pulling and tugging at his stomach.
It should be the vinegar that worked, An Yuan didn't vomit again this time.
Secretary Wang drove the car out of the garage, and the temporary worker started loading the packed boxes onto the car. The frequency was very fast, just the time for a meal, and everything was packed up.
This time we used two cars. Zhang Moyan drove one, with An Yuan in the front; Secretary Wang drove the other car, carrying those boxes and other things in the back.
"Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap?" Similar words were asked by Zhang Moyan almost every half an hour. Pillows and blankets were already prepared on the back seat of the car, and some snacks were placed within An Yuan's reach in the front.
When I first got on the car, An Yuan felt a little dizzy, but soon felt better. He casually took a piece of walnut and then turned to put it into Zhang Moyan's mouth.
"Drive carefully. I'll talk to you when I'm tired."
Zhang Moyan Satisfied, let's start driving well.
As the car continued to move forward, the surrounding scenery kept changing.
The distant mountains are like ink paintings, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. An Yuan gazes unblinkingly through the window.
The white mist flows before his eyes, as if he could reach out and grab it. An Yuan opens the window, and the damp cold wind immediately brushes against his face. Breathing against the wind feels somewhat restrained, but there is an indescribable comfort in his heart.
Zhang Moyan did not interrupt An Yuan, but silently took a thick scarf and hat to wrap An Yuan up, then covered him with the coat he had taken off, leaving only An Yuan's two eyes exposed. Only then did he stop.
Okay, now you can blow as much as you want.
When we arrived, An Yuan was in good spirits and didn't vomit. This situation was naturally pleasing to Zhang Moyan.
"Are we really here to soak in hot springs and not to vacation?" In the midst of a large orchard, the fresh air was invigorating. An Yuan looked around and estimated that the only regret was that, due to the wrong season, the surrounding fruit trees were all in silence.
"We are definitely here for a vacation, soaking in the hot springs is just one of the activities. Come, I'll take you to see something." Casually parking the car on the side, Zhang Moyan pulled An Yuan along a cobblestone path through the woods.
An Yuan likes to eat fruit, but he can't distinguish the varieties of fruit trees.
The further in you go, the thicker the fruit trees become. Looking at the uneven gray tree bark, An Yuan couldn't imagine how many years it had recorded, perhaps those fruit trees on the outside were still their descendants.
Due to the cold weather, it was quiet all the way.
"If it's summer, it must be very beautiful here," the sound of cicadas seemed to ring in An Yuan's ears.
"Hehe, winter is almost over, how far can summer be?"
As the trees gradually thin out, the line of sight begins to open up, and the faint fragrance lingers around the tip of the nose, becoming increasingly rich.
If before, An Yuan only felt seven parts guilt and three parts gratitude towards Zhang Moyan, now he is truly moved.
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