In the room, Granny Lin sat by the bed and looked at Lin Zhiqing quietly. Her rough and old hands gently stroked his face and wiped the sweat off his face.
She gently patted his back and slowly hummed a melodious song.
This song was often sung by Granny Lin when Lin Zhiqing was sleeping when he was young. Every night, the little Lin Zhiqing would listen to Granny Lin sing before he went to sleep. Later on, when he grew up, Granny Lin was busy working to earn money, she rarely sang to coax him to sleep. Only when he was sick and did not feel well, Granny Lin would pat his back and coax him like this.
Perhaps this song made Lin Zhiqing feel safe, returning to the days when he was held in his mother's arms and comforted when he was sick when he was young. He no longer convulsed and struggled, and gradually calmed down.
