Looking at the warm sunshine, Shen Jinman’s never-before had a haze suddenly surged into her heart. Looking at the crowds coming and going on the street, she suddenly felt as if she was isolated from the world.
Looking at the people passing by him one by one, Shen Jinman staggered back home as if he had no soul. When he saw his mother’s familiar figure when he opened the door, Shen Jinman could no longer hold on. Suddenly, he felt the darkness in front of him and fell softly.
“Jinman, what’s wrong with you?” Shen’s mother looked at her daughter who was falling like leaves in panic, and tears fell with the shouts. Shen Muyu was watching TV and was watching the critical moment. She heard their screams, frowned slightly with her eyebrows as thin as willow leaves, and put down the remote control in her hand with some dissatisfaction.
“What’s wrong? Is this? Where are you going crazy again?”
Listening to her sarcastic words, Shen’s mother had no intention of paying attention to her words, and quickly called Shen’s father to ask him to help him help Jinman into the bedroom.
Looking at her daughter’s pale face, there seemed to be crystal clear tears, “Husband, do you think Jinman is sick?” Shen’s mother looked at her daughter lying on the bed, and her tears fell down again.
Dad Shen sat on the head of the bed that left Shen Jinman, reached out to touch her forehead, then opened his eyelids and looked.
“It should be nothing. It’s probably because of heatstroke. Go and cook some mung bean porridge. Xiaoyu, go to the medicine box and take out the whipped oil essence to rub it for Jinman, and it will be fine later.”
Shen Muyu, who didn’t hear his father’s words, was still fiddling with his newly drawn nails and beating his eyebrows.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”