I listened to my sister's words today.

The two old men walked into another room and closed the door gently, but did not lie down to rest immediately.

The lights in the room were dim, and the only sound was the sound of two people rummaging through things. The old lady took out a file bag from her bag and carefully opened it, revealing a stack of papers.

She put on the pair of reading glasses, and the lenses reflected her slightly furrowed brow through a layer of faded light.

The old man also quietly took out his glasses, and with a low cough, the two began to study silently.

"What to eat, what to drink, what not to do..."

The old lady flipped through the book and read the contents softly.

That was Yun Yiruo's life details, an extremely detailed daily guide.

Although the handwriting on the document is mottled, it is written with great precision.

Schedule, dietary requirements, medication use, nothing is left out.

"You have to drink milk before 9 a.m., there's no limit at noon, and it can't be later than 11 p.m."

The old lady pointed to a line of words on the paper and tapped them with her fingers. "You must remember this clearly."

The old man nodded and wrote this down carefully.

Then he turned to the next page: "Food should be low in oil, salt, and sugar, and not too much."

"One-third of a normal bowl is enough. Don't eat too much."

The old lady sighed deeply and said, "Try to eat liquid food for breakfast, and you can eat normal lunch and dinner."

"But if you take too much, you have to wait ten minutes and take two pills, the ones in the yellow box."

The old man read the instructions on the medicine box: "If you don't have any medicine with you, you can go to the pharmacy and buy Cinipride tartrate tablets. Take half a tablet."

"Strenuous exercise should be avoided, and if an asthma attack occurs, medication should be taken immediately."

"If it's in animal form, remember to hold one nostril down. If that doesn't provide relief, continue using the medication."

The next few pages were filled with more detail: "Do not use any medication on exposed wounds. Only use what's in the medicine box."

The old lady looked at this sentence and suddenly sighed, "We must be especially careful about this issue."

"When I go to bed at night..."

The old man looked at the words and said, "The window needs to be left a little bit open, otherwise it will be stuffy."

"If you like thick quilts, you can build a small nest, kick off the quilt in the early morning, replace it with a blanket, close the windows, and adjust the room temperature."

The old lady raised her head with a smile on her face and said, "This is quite to my liking."

The old man didn't rush to answer, but continued to read with his head down, "You can't give money casually, for fear that people will use it to buy unclean things."

“You can give me a bank card, but you have to set the types of spending.”

The old lady couldn't help laughing and whispered, "Are you afraid of stealing food again?"

"Yeah," the old man sighed, "I have to pamper her."

The old lady looked at the last one and smiled: "This is a problem. It needs to be properly controlled."

The two sat side by side at the table. The notebook in front of them had been almost flipped through, and the contents of several pages were carefully read over, as if checking some kind of life ritual.

They put down the papers in their hands at the same time and looked at each other, with a hint of warmth and helplessness in their eyes.

At this moment, the old lady patted the table lightly: "Remember to do these things, otherwise, if something goes wrong..."

She didn't finish her words, but the unfinished warning had already been deeply imprinted in the hearts of both of them.

The old man slowly put down his glasses and smiled: "We all remember it."

The two continued to sit quietly, their notebooks filled with densely written notes being casually closed, as if those details had already been quietly written into their lives.

When the old lady walked into the room, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes and she took out a diaper from her bag.

He slowed down his pace and tried not to make any noise, for fear of waking up his daughter who was sleeping soundly in bed.

Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly, her soft hair spread out, she looked as warm and peaceful as the morning sun.

The old lady felt an unconscious tenderness in her heart, and her eyes became slightly moist.

He carefully approached the bed and quietly opened the diaper wrapper, his movements very gentle.

After changing, she stood for a while, looked at the sleeping face of the child, and smiled slightly.

He quietly backed towards the door, pressing his fingers against the doorframe to make as little noise as possible.

When she returned to the room, the old lady saw the old man still sitting at the table, his figure stretched out under the dim desk lamp, and the tip of his pen rustling on the paper.

His eyes were fixed on the contents of the paper, his brows occasionally furrowed, as if he was thinking about a difficult problem.

The old lady frowned slightly, walked over gently and patted his shoulder.

"Go to sleep quickly and take a closer look tomorrow."

The old man raised his head, a hint of fatigue in his eyes. He put down his pen and sighed deeply.

"You go to sleep first, I'll watch for a while."

The old man said softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

The old lady didn't say anything else, just smiled and shook her head.

He turned and walked to the head of the bed, reached out to pull open the quilt, and prepared to lie down.

"What a stubborn person! Go to sleep now! Your body can't take it."

This time, the old man finally put down the book and slowly stood up.

Soon, the house was quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were each other's steady breathing and the occasional sound of wind outside the window.

But at one o'clock in the morning, Yun Yiru was curled up in the quilt as usual, sleeping soundly.

But suddenly, I kicked my legs unconsciously and was slightly startled - there was no resistance as I had imagined.

Normally, such a small action would cause her to kick the familiar warm barrier.

In the dim light, he reached out nervously to feel around.

The familiar body temperature and soft touch, but I can't find them no matter what.

I turned over in a daze and subconsciously reached out to grope to the side.

In the past, I could always grab my sister's arm or the soft corner of her clothes, and even feel the familiar body temperature.

But at this moment, her fingers repeatedly passed through the cold air and touched nothing.

After groping for a long time, he finally regained consciousness. He opened his eyes slightly and looked to the side in the dim moonlight.

But when I opened it a crack, the darkness around me actually revealed a strange smell.

That's not a familiar decoration at home!

She suddenly woke up, her heart beating like a drum. With the faint moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, she could see her surroundings clearly.

A strange room with light gray walls and a pot of strangely shaped plants on the windowsill.

My heart instantly rose to my throat, and my hands tightly gripped the quilt, my fingertips turning slightly white.

A feeling of fear came over me and tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't dare cry out loud.

Biting her lip, she suppressed the sobs rising in her throat, her hands tightly gripping a corner of the pillow, as if this was her only sense of security.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the soft sound of the wind blowing the curtains making her nerves even more tense.

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. Do you readers feel that the plot is a bit too crowded? I've written over 30 chapters in just one day, from the zoo to now.)

(I think daily writing should be detailed everywhere, so I can’t stop writing…)