Chapter 397 Happy New Year, Son
The heating in the new house was too strong, and He Shu kicked off the quilt unconsciously in the middle of the night.
Zhao Qishui reached out and touched it, and felt sweat on his hand.
He first stood the pillow upright before turning on the bedside lamp on his side.
The light was blocked by the pillow and did not shine on He Shu, but it allowed Zhao Qishui to see more clearly.
I thought He Shu was fine tonight and didn't have any nightmares. He was sweating because it was too hot.
But when I turned on the light, I discovered that his facial features were all squeezed together, his body was hunched, his whole body was tense, his teeth were clenched tightly, and occasionally there was a grinding sound.
I was dreaming again, I don’t know what I dreamed about.
Zhao Qishui got out of bed quietly, walked out of the room, and searched in the dark for a long time before he found the light in the living room.
Then he took out a yellow paper package from his coat hanging at the door and opened it to reveal two talismans.
He went to the kitchen to find a basin, took out a lighter, opened the door, stood at the door and silently recited a few words taught by the immortal.
Then he lit the talisman paper and threw it into the basin. The fire immediately illuminated the bedroom, and He Shu was unaware of anything.
The burning talisman paper circled three times above He Shu's head, gradually extinguished and turned into two piles of ashes.
The bedroom was filled with the smell of burning paper, and Zhao Qishui's heart was pounding...
He didn't really believe it, but doing something like this in the middle of the night would make people feel very weird.
He took the basin away and placed it in the corner. There was no spark in it at all. Zhao Qishui tiptoed back to the bedroom.
The lights in the living room were on, letting in light. Zhao Qishui stood beside the bed and looked at He Shu, but He Shu was still deeply trapped in a nightmare.
The talisman paper and incense ash water were useless. Zhao Qishui sighed deeply and reached out his hand to slowly stroke He Shu's back from top to bottom.
After a long while, He Shu's body finally relaxed...
The next morning, He Shu woke up and felt weak all over. He felt dizzy when he got out of bed.
When I brushed my teeth in the morning, the toothpaste foam slowly turned pink.
He Shu looked down, rinsed his mouth, and looked in the mirror. It turned out that his gums were bleeding.
My godfather was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, chopping stuffing to prepare dumplings for lunch.
The aroma of the food was mixed with the smell of Chinese medicine, and He Shu also vaguely felt that there was a smell of burning paper in the room.
In fact, he has a very sensitive nose and can easily identify any smell in the house.
"Father, did you burn something?"
Zhao Qishui didn't even turn his head and concentrated on chopping the meat: "No."
“Oh…” He Shu walked around the house but didn’t find anything burning, so he had to give up.
After drinking the medicine, He Shu also helped his godfather with the work.
The New Year was a bit lonely for the father and son. The TV in the living room was turned on just for some more noise.
From time to time, one or two firecrackers were heard outside the community. He Shu walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. He saw several children setting off firecrackers.
He remembered that he had made an appointment with Xia Miao to go to the riverside to set off fireworks in the evening.
I just grabbed a few meatballs in the morning to fill my stomach.
Both father and son were waiting to eat dumplings. After the dumpling filling was ready, they brought it to the living room and wiped the coffee table clean.
Making dumplings while watching TV is a leisurely and comfortable process.
Before the dumplings were put into the pot, my aunt called and asked He Shu whether he was wearing new clothes and taking his medicine on time.
He Shu smiled and replied that he would wear it when he went out to set off fireworks in the evening, and then chatted with his grandfather for a while. Dumplings were not eaten until that evening at his grandfather's house.
There was a party in the compound at noon and everyone went to the banquet hall to eat.
After chatting for a while, He Shu hung up the phone. His uncle and aunt would not be home until the evening, so he would have to call back to wish them a happy new year.
After eating dumplings at noon, godfather said he wanted to take a nap and asked He Shu to take a nap too so that he would have enough energy to go out and play in the evening.
He Shu thought about it and felt that it made sense. He also felt like he had not slept well and his head was groggy.
I took my temperature and it doesn't seem like I have a fever or a cold, so it must be due to lack of sleep.
As to whether he had a nightmare last night, He Shu himself didn't know and didn't ask his godfather.
After sending a message to Xia Miao and deciding on the time to pick her up in the evening, He Shu went to take a nap with his godfather.
They slept until about two in the afternoon, then got up and started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Even though there are only two of us eating, we still have to serve it properly.
The two of them prepared ten dishes, including fish, prawns, conch, chicken, pork, and various vegetables.
Godfather said this was perfect. He Shu lit up the red lantern hanging by the floor-to-ceiling window, and the preparations for the Spring Festival Gala began on TV.
It wasn't even completely dark yet, but some people outside couldn't help but start setting off fireworks.
Fifteen minutes before 7 o'clock, my godfather's cell phone rang.
It was Zhao Yan who called. Today is New Year's Day, and the prison only gives each person a family call that lasts no more than ten minutes.
He was the last one in line to get the call, and he was obviously very nervous, but when he spoke out, his tone sounded a little awkward.
"Why did you answer the phone so late? What are you doing?"
Zhao Qishui smiled and told him that he and He Shu had prepared a large table of New Year's Eve dinner, and he also told Zhao Yan in detail what dishes were included.
Zhao Yan was very angry after hearing this: "Are you greedy for me? You know I can't have it."
Zhao Qishui laughed: "When the application day comes, Dad will make another portion of these dishes for you to eat, and make an identical portion."
Zhao Yan was satisfied, but there were still a few minutes left and he didn't know what to say to Zhao Qishui.
Hearing the silence on the other side, Zhao Qishui quickly asked: "Son, do you have dumplings to eat today?"
"Yes." Zhao Yan answered, and then added, "The ones stuffed with cabbage and pork, I ate fifteen."
"Dad is best at making dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork. What other fillings do you like? I'll bring some for you when I go over there. I'll make a few more."
Zhao Yan curled his lips: "I haven't eaten anything with other fillings, how would I know."
These words made Zhao Qishui feel sad, and he didn't know what to say.
"By the way, Xiaoshu is here too, do you want to say a few words to your brother?"
He Shu had been listening nearby and quickly waved his hand when he heard this. It was only a few minutes and he didn't want to take up his godfather and Brother Zhao Yan's time.
Zhao Yan also said that he had nothing to say to He Shu, but in fact he always felt that he and He Shu were really destined to be together, not only because they had lived in bunk beds in prison.
Now, they have become a family, and his biological father has become He Shu's godfather.
I just wonder if He Shu has told his dad about his past embarrassing moments, such as borrowing toilet paper, drawing “propaganda posters”, etc…
The call lasted less than ten minutes, but it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
When the time was almost up, Zhao Yan suddenly said, "Dad, Happy New Year."
Zhao Qishui's tears suddenly fell. Before he could answer, the time was up and the phone was disconnected.
But he still held the phone, put it to his ear, and replied to the busy tone: "Happy New Year, son!"
