The next day, the rain subsided slightly.
When Qi Jin woke up, the sound of raindrops was no longer audible on the glass window, and it was as soft as fluff.
Thanks to that car accident.
Since I was hospitalized, my sleep time has been the most regular and normal in the past few years. Although the overall quality is still not optimistic, when I open my eyes, the morning light is light and I feel very harmonious.
Of course, it would be better if it wasn't lying in bed and couldn't turn over.
In addition to the restricted posture, Qi Jin felt the most painful thing was dressing and bathing.
During the hospitalization, he could also ask the nurse to help him get dressed. For the first few days after the operation, he wiped his body with a basin of hot water and a towel at will. Later, when the injury improved, he went to the public bathhouse in the hospital and asked someone to put a plaster on it beforehand. A layer of plastic film, just be careful not to get wet.
Now back at home, I only have one hand to use, and it is quite difficult to do these two things.
Fortunately, there is no need to worry about eating - at least Qi Jin thinks so.
There are many restaurants around the community. Compared with the hospital cafeteria, the dishes are richer and more refreshing. He plans to completely rely on external supply this month, and he will not choose meat and vegetables, and salty and casual.
Qi Jin put a lot of effort into dressing neatly. After a brief wash, she took an umbrella and went out. She was going to buy today's breakfast, lunch, and dinner and put it back together. It would be ready to eat by heating it up in the microwave.
In addition to the pain in the affected area in rainy weather, how to open the umbrella is also a technical task.
At this time, there was no one in his apartment building, and there was no one to ask for help. In desperation, he had to be self-reliant. He tilted his head and clamped the handle of the umbrella with the neck socket. Only then could his right hand be free to open the umbrella. A trace was scratched out, and it was burning hot.
Just as he was about to walk out of the corridor, he suddenly heard a very subtle "meow".
He was stunned for a while, then lowered his head to follow the sound, but saw a small silver tabby cat curled up under the eaves.
It looks like a wild cat. He is still young and confused. The hair on his body is soaked by the rain. He stumbles and climbs to a corner under the wall where he can take shelter from the rain. I don't know how long he has been lying on the cement floor. The cat's limbs are clearly visible. A mud mark rubbed on it, and its tail hung like a withered tail.
It was dirty all over, like a little beggar, its thin body huddled into a ball and shivering in the autumn wind, hungry and cold, staring blankly at him with pale blue eyes, calling sickly, revealing a little white deciduous teeth.
"Meow." As if asking for help.
"Hiss..." Qi Jin took three steps back, showing a toothache-like expression, and took a breath. He felt distressed but said with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry, reporters are the nemesis of pets. I can't keep you."
"Meow." The cat continued to bark at him bleakly.
"I really, really can't support you." Qi Jin was saddened by it, but he had to consider reality. The reality is cruel.
After that, he put the umbrella aside, went back to his apartment to get an empty cardboard box, wrote "I'm cute, I'm very good, please take care" with a marker pen. Go downstairs. The raccoon cat saw him reappear, and the meowing sound became more and more urgent, but he could only pick it up carefully and put it in the cardboard box, squat down to dry it from the rain, and cover it with a blanket.
The little guy seemed to feel a little warmth, his cry was less mournful, and he got his head out of the blanket, still staring at him with wet round eyes.
"Don't find a master who can't even take care of yourself." Qi Jin smiled and rubbed the cat's ears.
"Meow." The raccoon cat ducked back under the blanket, showing only the tip of its tail, swinging from side to side.
Qi Jin moved the cardboard box to a more conspicuous place, hoping someone kind-hearted would see it, but she hurriedly picked up her umbrella and walked out of the apartment building.
He ordered three lunch boxes at a nearby home-cooked restaurant. Taking advantage of the chef's cooking skills, he went to the convenience store to buy a box of milk, a bag of soft biscuits for toddlers, and two plastic bowls. . On the way back, his right hand not only needed to hold an umbrella, but also carried several heavy plastic bags. The water dripped all the way back, the umbrella surface was crooked, and the wind and rain made half of his pants wet.
When I was out for a while, no one cared about the cardboard box at all.
The kitten silently scratched the surface of the paper with its claws in the box, attracted by the sound of his footsteps, meowing again, and the pads slapped the wall of the box even more vigorously.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll bring you something to eat." Qi Jin hurriedly put down the things, took out the milk and biscuits bought for the cat, tried all kinds of methods, bit and pulled, and finally pulled the package with difficulty. Now, divide it into two bowls and put it in a cardboard box for the little guy.
"Meow!" The cat was probably starving, and the plastic bowl was thrown down with its two front paws as soon as it was put down, knocking the whole thing over.
The milk splashed its face in an instant, and the small biscuits fell all over the fur. It scratched its face with its claws, and licked it with its tongue with an innocent expression.
Qi Qin couldn't help laughing and crying, so she quickly rolled the cat into a ball with a blanket and took it out, packed up the contents, wiped off the milk on its fluff, picked the biscuits back into the bowl one by one, put it back in again, and patted it. The forehead signaled it not to get too excited. The cat seemed to understand, this time the action was very light, and the food was gulps.
Qi Jin quietly watched the little guy for a while by the cardboard box, shook his head silently before some memories in his heart came up, mentioned his food reserves for today, and walked up the stairs.
After feeding the cat, don't forget to feed yourself.
After breakfast, Qi Jin turned on the news channel of the TV as usual. During this period, the remote control was constantly turning around in her hand, and she always felt that something was not at ease. The host had just finished saying "Thank you for watching today's morning news", he got up suddenly, turned off the TV and ran downstairs to visit.
The raccoon cat was still there, having eaten up all the milk and biscuits, and was snoozing contentedly wrapped in a small blanket.
Qi Jin stood on the stairway to observe for a while, and then returned to the house angrily.
For a few hours in the morning, he focused on work. He is currently an all-purpose assistant. Not only the news channel, but other channels' chores, as long as they don't require complicated computer programs, he will take over and do it together. When he finished sorting out the information his colleagues needed and sent them one by one, the hour hand of the clock on the wall had crossed twelve o'clock.
Outside the window, the raindrops swept across the glass, and began to show a bit of strength, and the sound was disturbing for a while.
Qi Jin couldn't help going out again and came to the first floor to check the situation.
The only thing that greeted him was the weak meowing of the kitten, and the thumping sound of it spinning around in the box. The inside of the carton has been scratched by the cat's claws, and the scraps of paper were stuck on the blanket, rolled into a ball by the cat, wrinkled, and the little guy tried to bite it with his mouth.
"Oh, this can't be eaten." Qi Jin hurriedly came over and grabbed the back of its neck.
The cat tilted its head, its limbs dangling in mid-air and moving restlessly, so it was not aggrieved. Qi Jin's eyes met those two wet blue eyes, and suddenly felt a pain of the same disease.
"Ugh… "
He sighed involuntarily, put down the kitten, squatted and rubbed the small piece of fur on its forehead with his thumb. Maybe because of the favor, the little guy recognized him as a rice cooker, stood up tremblingly, and rubbed his thumb back and forth with the tip of his nose.
Seeing it trying so hard to please her, Qi Jin couldn't help but smile, and the softest part of her heart was unknowingly torn apart.
"It's only a month, can you?" He squinted and lowered his head to bargain with the little guy.
"Meow." The little guy didn't know the situation at all, and continued to cover his thumb with a pair of meat claws left and right, as if shaking hands.
"I'll call you a 'return date', okay?" Qi Qin calculated.
"Meow meow."
So the big and small returned to the apartment on the seventh floor together. During the big return, the small return was put into a washbasin, the plug was plugged, and half a pool of warm water was put to bathe it.
Although it was warm in the water, it seemed that the small return period couldn't change the nature of being afraid of wetness. He just turned the two bowls of milk and a bag of small biscuits that he swallowed in the morning into strength and fought hard, and a string of water splashed on the floor. Not to mention messing around, he also severely tore a bloody opening on the back of his hand during the return period.
The claws are quite sharp. Qi Jin endured the pain and didn't care to deal with the wound, so he washed the mud off the little guy first.
After cleaning, use a dry towel to absorb excess water and carry it to the living room.
Qi Qin couldn't use her left hand, so she had to sit on the floor, gently wrapping the kitten with both feet to prevent it from running around, holding the hair dryer in her right hand and carefully blowing it with warm air from a distance, so as not to accidentally burn it .
The cat was probably blown very comfortably, and her eyes were squinted into two slits.
Qi Jin swears that she spends more effort on serving it than she has spent on serving herself these days. Just wanting to wash his hair, he had to bend his head under the shower for a long time. When he got up, his neck was so sore as if he had just come out of a vinegar vat. The backflow of blood made him dizzy. How could a little guy be so extravagant.
The wound on the back of his hand was no longer bleeding. He put the small return date in another clean cardboard box, wrapped it in a blanket, and then brought alcohol and cotton balls to disinfect it.
With the help of the teeth, the Band-Aid took a long time to tear off, and with great effort, I picked it up with my mouth, put it down, and put it on slowly.
Suddenly there is an illusion that he has become a cat too.
Thanks to his return from a young age, he recovered from his illness at home and regained the sense of busyness he used to have at work.
It was nearly two o'clock that he took time to eat a hot lunch, and in the afternoon, while typing slowly on the work document, he lowered his head and used his toes to play with the cat from time to time, and let the cat use his instep as a small hill to practice jumping. It's not that hard to get through the days.
The milk and biscuits I bought in the morning were not enough, so I went out again during Qiqin and went home with a large bag of food.
The cat probably smelled the food, turned over Bai Huahua's belly with four feet up, four paws fluttering in turn, and showed him sensible cuteness on the floor. Qi Jin teased it for an afternoon, and was teased by it this time, and smiled and rewarded a few grains of dry cat food.
In fact, if you look closely, the coat color of the small return period is still very simple and elegant. The fur of the silver-white background is printed with the black markings of the traditional raccoon cat. A large area from the neck to the belly is pure white, and the four claws are shiny, which is very flattering.
It shouldn't be difficult for such a cat to find a owner—
"Return." He bowed his head and called.
The kitten stood up and seemed to be able to remember the name.
Qi Jin smiled and touched its back, smoothing its hair and drooping her eyelids: "When you return home, after you find a good owner, just forget about me. Do you know?"
"Meow." The hairball below responded weakly.
After dinner, the little cat is still a kitten after all, maybe tired from tossing and sleeping, snuggling at Qi Jin's feet.
Qi Jin's computer was always on, the headphones were within reach, and the ports were already in place. He leaned back in his chair and browsed the web casually, glancing at QQ's online friend list from time to time.
There is no picture of that person.
After a moment, he subconsciously switched to the list of recent contacts, and the bird's avatar was still gray.
Yanbeixiang's QQ signature is still the phrase "Suspend everything and pick up new ones". According to this signature inference, this person should usually be busy with work, and he does not know what he is doing. But since he can say something like "same time tomorrow", it proves that his working hours are relatively regular, probably an ordinary office worker.
In short, it can't be a reporter—Qi Jin thought of this and smiled at himself.
When he clicked on the information card, it was similar to what he had guessed before. Almost everything was blank. There was only a QQ mailbox that could be written directly by looking at the number in the middle.
space, blank.
Album, blank.
Curiously, I clicked on the "Friends' Impressions" column, and the huge "Grandpa Wannian" suddenly entered the field of vision. Obviously, you planned to add it. Qi Jin leaned on the table without any image and laughed for ten seconds.
While laughing, she couldn't help but click on the "I want to describe him". After the blank box popped up, Qi Jin carefully sat at the computer desk looking for suitable words. Since he knew Yan Beixiang's original voice and acting ability, the word "Grandpa Wannian" could not be seen directly, he wanted to fill in a special one.
After the conversation last night, he felt that Yan Beixiang was actually not cold, but gentle, measured, and kind.
cure
I don't know why the word suddenly appeared in my mind, Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, her chest was tight, and she quickly rejected the word. The word reminded him of someone else—inappropriate.
While in a daze, a voice call window suddenly popped out, and the long-awaited green microphone finally appeared.
Qi Jin suddenly retracted his thoughts and quickly picked up the earphones and put them on.
Last time it was my own breath that sounded out of breath, this time the roles were switched.
"Sorry, I need to work overtime temporarily, and it took a little time." The man's voice sounded a little hoarse.
"It's okay, it's okay, work is important." Qi Jin said hurriedly.
In fact, he wanted to ask Yan Beixiang about the nature of his work, but it is the rule of the network distribution circle not to spy on the privacy of the three-dimensional, and he will not offend him because of curiosity.
At this time, a muffled cough came from the earphones.
The voice was muffled, and it was obvious that the other party was blocking the microphone with his hand. However, Qi Jin could still hear that his throat was uncomfortable, and his expression became solemn: "Are you sick?"
"Fortunately," not only a cough, but also a slight tiredness in his tone, "the weather changed last night, it rained a little in the morning, maybe I caught a cold."
"What a coincidence, it also started raining here last night." Qi Jin took the topic smoothly.
The sound in the earphone stopped for a while, and there was no sound of breathing. After a while, I heard Yan Beixiang say softly, "This weather is like this in many parts of the country."
Qi Jin has always been in the habit of watching the news, and also pays attention to the national weather forecast after the daily news. He had the impression that the forecaster said that the places where it rained in the past two days were roughly the provinces near them—maybe, Yanbeixiang was actually very close to him.
"By the way, I went to watch the drama post later, and I was scolded badly by several original parties." Qi Wei remembered that after their call ended, she went to watch the drama review by herself, smiled and sighed to him.
"Don't mind." Yan Beixiang's reaction was the same as he thought.
In fact he really didn't mind.
After reading all the comments, he opened a Word document and spent an entire hour writing a few hundred words of responses in it, basically explaining the reason for his disappearance first, and then, in a situation where he did not clearly contradict the Tongquetai I briefly mentioned my own understanding of the original work, and finally thanked the fans for their support and criticism, saying that the final judgment will be made by the crew.
Put on the official ID "no return date", copy and paste it to the forum, and publish it.
At that time, the drama thread had already turned to the fifth page, and his reply floor was at least after the 1400 floor, so the comment written by the vest on the 1122 floor should not be…
"That 1122nd floor, is that you?" Yan Beixiang suddenly said such a sentence.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Qi Jin immediately choked in front of the microphone, coughing so hard that her face became hot. Maybe he should also blame the rain that started last night.
"Why, why..." will be seen through. He seemed to be a kid who had done something bad and was caught, and his voice was a little weaker.
"Intuition." The answer the other party gave him was simple.
This kind of intuition is too scary. Is he really the same policeman as the one set in "Trap"
Qi Jin was completely shocked. He never thought that he would be recognized when he spoke while wearing a vest, and he was recognized by the deity. What's more, the sentence added up to less than ten words in total.
It's embarrassing to think about it blatantly with the ID of "Grandpa's fan".
Qi Jin felt that this was his darkest black history so far. "Meow" or something is so weak—
"I'm sorry, but I really think so." In short, apologize first.
"Why do you want to apologize?" Yan Beixiang didn't seem angry, and didn't mean to laugh at him, just as gentle as always.
"Because..." I said the truth. Qi Jin suddenly paused and found that this reason was not logically valid, and was speechless for a while. In fact, the idea of apologizing is that you feel that your actions may make the other person feel uncomfortable.
Just as I was about to continue explaining, the cat at my feet woke up at some point, sleepy eyes, and meowing again.
Before Qi Jin had time to lower his head to respond, the person on the other end of the network cable seemed to be stunned.
"Do you have a cat?"
Some surprised tone.
He probably heard an unfamiliar voice that he hadn't heard last night, so he was curious.
"Ah, I didn't raise it, I just picked it up from outside today," he explained.
"Is... a wild cat?" The voice from the other party seemed to sink, thinking about something.
"That's right," Qi Jin recalled the battle between herself and Xiaohui in the washbasin today, and smiled, "This little guy is naughty, he bathed him when he was dirty, and scratched me, Scratch a bloody mouth for me."
At this time, he suddenly heard a rapid breathing in the earphone.
"Go to the hospital immediately." Yan Beixiang said suddenly, his voice extremely low and earnest.
"Huh?" Qi Jin couldn't return to his senses, and was still at a loss.
"Go to the hospital immediately, get an injection of immune globulin, and don't care about the price. Immediately!" The man's tone was serious and urgent he had never heard before, and there was even a slight vibrato.
Hearing this, Qi Jin finally understood what he was referring to.
It turned out... I was worried that I had contracted the rabies virus. Feeling warm in her heart, Qi Jin smiled and lifted the alarm: "Don't worry, I have been vaccinated before because of work needs. It's fine."
The other party seemed to be stunned when he heard the words, and finally he didn't say anything, and the breathing gradually subsided.
Finally, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "...That's good."
The false alarm passed, but the kind of gratitude that flowed through my heart did not disappear.
It seems that he has inadvertently recognized the other side of Yan Beixiang. Qi Jin's smile overflowed the corners of her lips, and she deliberately used a mocking tone: "I didn't expect you to be so nervous when—"
The man was silent for a long time, and seemed to sigh very lowly: "Because this kind of thing can't be joked."
"Well, I understand." Qi Jin smiled sincerely, "Thank you."