Hua Jin opened the door and saw Pei Yan lying pitifully on the bed, looking at the door with watery eyes, like a helpless little puppy. Her heart softened instantly, she walked quickly to the bed, and reached out to probe his forehead: "It's still a little hot, and her face is so bad, have you eaten anything in the morning?"
"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat it." Pei Yan grabbed Hua Jin's hand, "I was dizzy and wanted to vomit, and I felt like the world was spinning, but when I saw you, it was much better."
"It's not being honest when you're sick. What sweet words to say." Hua Jin looked at the eye drop bottle, and there was still one-third of the liquid in it. She sighed and glanced at his needle-pierced hand, "I'll go and give it to you. Boil the fruit porridge, you should rest for a while."
"Don't go." Pei Yan grabbed her hand, "Just sit here with me for a while, okay?"
Seeing him staring at him, Hua Jin sat back by the bed and took care of the quilt for him: "Then I'll wait for this bottle of water to finish before going down."
"Okay." Pei Yan looked at Hua Jin's profile and pressed her face to her palm, "I originally planned to take you to Dr. Lin tomorrow to have a look and change you an ointment, but it seems only a few days later. already."
"My knee is an old problem, it doesn't make any difference one day or another." Hua Jin sighed, "Take care of your own body first, then I can rest assured."
Pei Yan's spirit was not very good, so he forced to talk to Hua Jin for a while, and then fell into a drowsy sleep. Hua Jin got up and touched his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on it.
Sweating is a good thing, and the fever should subside after a while.
Going downstairs and asking the doctor to change Pei Yan's potion, Hua Jin asked her auntie to take her to the kitchen. The kitchen of Pei Yan's house is very large, and there are all kinds of kitchen utensils, some of which have not even been seen before.
There was a chef in the kitchen who was making soup. When she saw her coming in, she was a little surprised at first, but she smiled when she found out that the auntie was accompanying her.
Hua Jin's cooking skills are not very superb, but since elementary school, she has been able to do laundry and cooking, at least to the level of normal home cooking. Perhaps it was because she had to cook every day when she was a child, and she was scolded if she didn't do well. After she came to this city and lived alone, she became less keen on cooking.
When she was a child, her living conditions were not good. After she had a cold and fever, she had poor appetite. If it happened during the fruit harvest season, her grandmother would use rock sugar and fruit to cook for her, and she ate it in her mouth, full of sweet fragrance.
When I was young, the sweetness of rock candy can be sweet in my heart, even if more than ten years have passed, it is unforgettable.
After preparing the ingredients for the fruit porridge, Hua Jin started to slowly cook the porridge in a casserole. When adding fruit later, she asked the chef, "Is there any sugar in the kitchen?"
"Sugar?" The chef was stunned for a moment, and helped Hua Jin to find several jars, each with a different sugar. "Yes, but Mr. Pei doesn't like too sweet food."
"I see, thank you for letting me know." Hua Jin scooped up a rock candy with a sugar spoon and dropped it into the bubbling porridge. Bingtang was quickly overwhelmed by the porridge soup and could never be seen again.
Gently stirring the porridge in the casserole with a wooden spoon, Hua Jin turned the fire to a minimum: "After ten minutes, please turn off the fire for me, and I'll go upstairs to see."
"Okay." The chef hurriedly agreed. After Hua Jin left, he looked at the rock candy jar puzzled and only added a grain of rock candy. Why is this lady so solemn, as if she had finally completed the most important step
Hua Jin went back upstairs and saw that Pei Yan hadn't woken up yet. She found a dry towel and patted Pei Yan, "Your pajamas are wet with sweat, I'll help you separate them with a fault."
Pei Yan sat up in a daze, obediently asked Hua Jin to put the towel on his back, then grabbed Hua Jin's hand and continued to sleep.
After the fever subsided, his face was finally not red, but it was a little more unhealthy pale. Hua Jin sat with him for a while, and when the doctor came in to get the needle for Pei Yan, Pei Yan slowly woke up again.
"Wake up?" Hua Jin touched the top of his hair, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Pei Yan shook her head and looked at Hua Jin with a smile: "Hua Hua, are you still here?"
"Are you disappointed to see that I'm still here?" Hua Jin helped Pei Yan hold the hemostatic cotton swab that pressed the needle hole, "Don't move, or I'll take care of you."
Pei Yan lay down obediently and didn't move: "I'm just so happy to see you still here."
The doctor who was cleaning up the needles and the medicine bottle heard the conversation between the two young men, smiled and carried his medicine box down, and said to the auntie servant, "I didn't expect Mr. Pei to be as good as a cat in front of his girlfriend. It's really all over the place."
"Then look at it, these two people... can they make it?" The auntie maid looked upstairs and said in a low voice, "This is the first time Mr. Pei has brought a girl back."
"It's hard to say about young people, but it depends on Mr. Pei's attitude towards this little girl." The family doctor said with a smile, "Call me if you have anything, and I'll go first."
As soon as the doctor left, the maid aunt saw Hua Jin going downstairs, thinking she was leaving, and immediately said, "Miss Hua, lunch is ready, do you want to eat first before..."
"I'm not hungry yet. Bring the fruit porridge to Pei Yan to eat first, and I'll come down." Hua Jin went to the kitchen to bring out the boiled fruit porridge, "You and others can eat it first, don't wait for me."
Hua Jin went upstairs with fruit porridge and found that Pei Yan had changed into a clean shirt and was sitting by the head of the bed. She put the porridge aside: "It's time to eat."
"Ah." Pei Yan opened his mouth.
"Young Master Pei, how old are you, you still need someone to feed you." Hua Jin smiled helplessly and fed Pei Yan with a bowl, "First try whether it suits your appetite, I haven't had this kind of porridge for several years."
The porridge was eaten with a faint fruity aroma and sweet and sour taste, and Pei Yan nodded: "It's delicious, it's a peerless deliciousness."
Seeing Pei Yan smiling, Hua Jin recalled her childhood: "When I was sick, what I looked forward to most was the fruit porridge cooked by my grandmother. Unfortunately, the transportation was not as convenient as it is now, and the family was reluctant to spend all year round. Money to buy fruit to eat, only when the fruit is ripe can you eat it.”
"Grandma's house has a lot of fruit trees, pear trees, plum trees, peach trees, apricot trees, and citrus trees. Every time I go to my grandmother's house to play, it's my happiest time." Speaking of her childhood in her grandmother's house, Hua Jin A smile appeared on his face, "I was very skinny when I was a child. During the summer vacation, I looked for cicadas to slough in the citrus grove of my grandmother's house, picked up the tender citrus fruits on the ground to dry, and then went to the traditional Chinese medicine shop in the county to exchange money, every time I made money, very happy.”
After a bowl of fruit porridge was fed unconsciously, Pei Yan looked at the empty bowl: "I've eaten it all, what do you eat?"
"I'm not sick, of course I'm going downstairs to eat big fish and meat." Hua Jin patted Pei Yan's head, and Pei Yan felt that her posture was like patting a dog, "Good, wait for me to eat. Come with you after dinner."
Pei Yan: "..."
He should thank her for not eating big fish and meat in front of him.
After lunch, Pei Yan's spirit was much better. Hua Jin accompanied him to watch a sweet movie. Suddenly there was a strong wind and lightning flashed outside. It looked like it was going to rain.
"It's going to rain?" Hua Jin frowned as she looked at the lightning flashing outside the window, "Pei Yan, I..."
"You promised to accompany me to dinner just now, but now you're going to break your promise?" Pei Yan suddenly turned into a dying look, "My head is so dizzy, and my whole body is uncomfortable."
Hua Jin: "… "
The man is shameless, he really can say anything.
"I'm afraid that it will rain heavily later, and it will be inconvenient for me to go back."
"Then don't go back, stay here." Pei Yan approached Hua Jin, blinking her beautiful eyes, "I won't eat you again, what are you afraid of?"
Hua Jin covered her chest, not only shameless, but also using beauty tricks, how could she resist this confusion
"I slept on the second floor alone, and the workers I hired at home all slept on the first floor. If I had a fever in the middle of the night, and the thunder was too loud, they didn't hear me. How pitiful would I be when I was alone and sick?" Pulling Huajin's little hand, "Tonight, you will live next door to me and accompany me, okay?"
"Okay." In front of Mei Se, Hua Jin, who had no bottom line, instantly threw away her armor and armor.
"Then let's watch another movie?" Just now, Pei Yan, who was dying and weak, stood up from the sofa in an instant and ran to the cabinet to look for discs.
Hua Jin: "… "
Can't you just dress up a little more
The phone rang, she glanced at the caller, and pressed the call button: "Hello, Mr. Mark."
Hearing the word Mark, Pei Yan continued to rummage through the disc as if nothing had happened, but his ears perked up.
Mark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky outside the window: "Miss Hua, I have a first draft of the pattern of the luan bird, I wonder if you have time tomorrow, let's have lunch together and talk about embroidery in detail. thing."
"Tomorrow?" Hua Jin glanced at Pei Yan's unorganized hands that were flipping around in the cabinet, "Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time tomorrow, if you don't mind, we can post dinner on the video after dinner. talk about it."
"Oh?" Mark's brows moved slightly. "If you don't have time at noon tomorrow, you can do it tomorrow night."
"I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow night. My boyfriend is sick and I have to take care of him." Hua Jin said, "Mr. Mark has any requirements for embroidery, even if you put it up in the video, even if you don't invite me to dinner, I will I will do my best to finish your work, so please don't worry."
"Of course I can trust Miss Hua to do things." Hearing Hua Jin's refusal, Mark felt a little regretful that such an interesting lady was taken away by other men first, "Since it's inconvenient for you, then there will be more in the future. Chances are, let's make an appointment."
Hua Jin hung up the phone after saying a few polite words to him. She looked up and saw that Pei Yan was eavesdropping. She couldn't help laughing: "If you want to ask, just ask."
"What's there to ask, I'm not the kind of man whose girlfriend has to ask countless times when she goes out." Pei Yan put the disc into the player and said generously, "Don't worry, I don't. be so careful."
Hua Jin looked at the player and said with a half-smile, "The disc is upside-down."
The tough-mouthed man is really not careful at all.
After dinner, Hua Jin borrowed Pei Yan's study and connected with Mark for a video conference request. Pei Yan was sitting in the corner with a book in his hands, with an expression like I didn't come to listen to you, but just happened to be sitting here reading a book. .
It was stormy outside, but there was an unspeakable beauty inside. Pei Yan leaned against the back of the comfortable chair and glanced at the sofa, Pei Yan who peeked here from time to time, couldn't help but smile.
When the video was connected, Mark saw the smile on Hua Jin's face that had not yet spread, and took a sip of his coffee: "Miss Hua, good evening. I'm sorry, for my sake, I have to trouble you at night."
"You're welcome." Hua Jin restrained her smile and adjusted her sitting posture, "I will do my best to meet Mr. Mark's request for work."
Mark noticed that Hua Jin's study was very large, and there were many precious books on the shelves behind her, which were not like what ordinary families could have. But he only glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze: "I have arranged for someone to inquire about the issue of Shu brocade. There are several master weavers in Shu province, but they are already old, and I am afraid they cannot meet my requirements."
It is the inevitability of social development that machines replace most of the labor. As a top designer, he understands what visual effects each piece of fabric will have when it is made into clothes, but he does not necessarily understand the production process of the fabric.
Hearing Mark's statement, Hua Jin was not surprised: "The difference between machine-woven Shu brocade and manual weaving is not much, but there are some traditional weaving techniques that machines can't do yet. I don't know about you, Mr. Mark. I want this skirt to achieve what effect, but as an embroiderer, I still feel that only certain fabrics can make the embroidery pattern on the clothes to bring out the best effect."
"I don't know if the embroiderer can recommend a suitable weaver?" Mark knew that the brocade was telling the truth. He looked at the brocade in the video, "Or, do you have a suitable purchase channel?"
"Sorry, most of the fabrics I usually use are woven Shu brocade, and there are only a small amount of artificial fabrics used for expensive embroidery, but those are also made by ordinary weavers, and they still can't meet that standard." Hua Jin shook his head. "So I don't have a suitable purchase channel to improve. Maybe a few embroidery masters know better than me in this regard."
"Miss Hua, have you ever heard of any powerful weavers?" After Mark asked this sentence, he noticed that Hua Jin's expression became a little strange.
"Before I had no experience with embroidery, I saw a very powerful weaver who could weave Shu brocade that was like a cicada's wings and mist." Hua Jin lowered her eyelids, "But she is not a famous master."
Mark was overjoyed when he heard this: "Where is she?"
"In a remote county in Shu Province." Hua Jin curled her lips, "Anonymous county."
"Anonymous county?" Probably this county is so remote that Mark has never even heard of it.
"A little nameless place." Hua Jin turned around and looked at Pei Yan who was sitting on the sofa, still peeking at her, "If Mr. Mark needs it, I'd like to go there in a few days."
Look at the place where she once fled desperately and has not set foot in nearly eight years.
What I didn't want to face, what I didn't want to recall, what I was afraid of when I dreamed back in the middle of the night, seems to be no longer so important at this moment.
She wanted to take Pei Yan to visit her grandmother's hometown and give her a stick of incense, so that her granddaughter, who had escaped from nightmares for eight years, finally had enough courage to face everything.
Seeing Hua Jin turning her head to look at herself, Pei Yan grinned and gave her a big smile.
The author has something to say: Diary of Huahua: Rich and noble do not return home, such as brocade clothing at night.
Pei Yan: Hua Hua is right.