After returning from Yuehu Villa, Qianmai's mood improved a lot, and the whole person looked peaceful and leisurely, and there was no more sorrow.
However, only she herself knew that in the dead of night, she was still struggling in the misty nightmare. It's just that, from the initial fear and horror, she is now able to pluck up the courage to face directly.
It was three o'clock in the morning again, Qian Mai opened her eyes slowly, except for the slight disturbance in her breath, she could not see any traces of nightmares on her calm face.
The floor lamp exudes a soft and quiet yellow light, and beside the pillow is Peng Chen's slightly tired sleeping face underneath his handsome appearance. Even if he had entered sleep, he was not at ease, holding her bare hand gently, as if he would wake up whenever there was a movement.
"What a fool." Qian Mai turned his head slightly and looked softly at his sleeping face.
Tonight’s dream came so lifelike. In the dark clouded sky, there is a cool crescent moon, and a pale sun with cold light. She looked up on the vast ground, unable to do anything, watching them gradually move closer. There was a deep voice, clear into her ears through the clouds, the moment when the sun and the moon overlap, it was when she disappeared from this world.
But strangely, in her dream, there were two lines of shallow tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel scared at all.
Thinking about it now, these few days have become a frightened bird in vain. In fact, what is there to be afraid of? I have loved and been deeply loved in this life, with healthy parents and smart siblings. Even if her dreams come true, she will have no regrets. It's just-if you have said that you will hold your hand for a hundred years, if the sky is ruthless, then she will lose the person next to her.
Peng Chen, this life may be short, what should I do to respond to your full of affection? If I bear you, the next life, if there is another life, I will be the first one to find you in the vast crowd, okay? It's like singing in a song, if it's not good for you, it's you for you.
Stumbled until twilight outside the window, Qianmai crept on his feet. However, just as his hands and feet touched the edge of the bed, Peng Chen woke up alertly: "Why do you get up? Do you want to drink water? I'll pour..."
Qian Mai shook his head, turned around and pressed his seated body back to lie down, and said: "It's still early, you can go to bed for a while, and I will call you later."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm making breakfast for you."
Hearing these words made Peng Chen really stunned for two seconds, and after just such a short time, Qian Mai put on his coat and got out of bed.
Peng Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes incredibly, and asked, "Did the sun come out from the west today?"
"Oh." As if unable to understand the thick questions and jokes in his words, Qian Mai nodded softly, and Gu Zi smiled and turned around and went out.
Ashamed, she has never had the time to cook special meals for him even though she has a good cooking skill. Occasionally cooking is mostly at the request of his younger brother who should be picky on holidays, and the dishes he makes are naturally not his favorite. Peng Chen has never said anything about it, but instead took care of her three meals in "Xin Peng Ji". Now that I think about it, he really paid far more than her.
The breakfast is simple and not monotonous, and the egg noodles made by Qianmai is the best.
I scooped a few spoonfuls of sweet potato starch milled in Nanjiang's home, beat in a few grass eggs, and mixed in a little spring and seasonings to mix evenly. Then open the pan, pour in a little vegetable oil, and fry into thin and Q round cakes. Finally, gather all the round cakes neatly, cut into finger-wide noodles and put them in a bowl for later use.
When the chicken soup on the stove next to the stove is boiled, the bright and mellow soup is poured into the bowl with the tender green vegetables, and the two bowls of delicious egg noodles are completed.
Qianmai wore an apron and was busy in the kitchen until the egg noodles were on the table. Peng Chen was still a little unsure and flattered: "Are you sure, today is not an important day?" Just now, he flipped through the notepad and The memorandum made sure that today is neither a holiday nor a memorial day. After thinking about it, I couldn't guess why she suddenly prepared her breakfast so grandly.
The reason Latent Wheat gave casually was very simple: "What's so strange about this. The weather is good today, and when I am in a good mood, I want to make breakfast by myself." But there was a fierce tugging in my heart. The more weird he is, the more weird he is. It is ashamed.
However, what she said was the truth. Although the first snow in Huayang this winter only drifted sparsely for two or three hours, it seemed to have drifted away the last bit of rain in the sky. When I got up in the morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the cloudy sky for more than a month actually cleared up, which made people feel better involuntarily.
Peng Chen was very enthusiastic about this special breakfast. He ate a bowl and exclaimed in full praise: "You said, "Xin Peng Ji" chefs couldn't think of developing this simple, warm and full meal. Where's your home-cooked pasta?"
"A wise man must have lost his mind. The chefs are busy challenging difficult and expensive dishes, where is this kind of home-cooked pasta from the market and the countryside?"
"But I like it very much. I believe there will be many people who have the same idea as me."
Qianmai said: "You are'Love House and Wu'. Naturally, you think it tastes delicious. Others may not think so. If you like it, I will always make it for you."
Hearing this, Peng Chen grinned. He was really a lovely "homeowner". He made a bowl of home-cooked pasta into a bland and happy taste. Although her suggestion was tempting, he finally shook his head restrained and said, "No, cooking is too hard. For this bowl of egg noodles, you have lost two hours of sleep in the morning. Now you are not sleepy. ?"
"I'm not sleepy. I'm eating right now, I'm in good spirits." Qianmai promised, patting his chest. Perhaps considering the worst results, she is no longer worried about gains and losses, but a bit fearless like a silly elder sister. No matter what, live your life, whatever you want to toss about nightmares. It's no big deal anyway, at best tomorrow is the end of the world.
The days pass slowly with the swing of the clock, and tomorrow, tomorrow’s tomorrow, tomorrow’s tomorrow will pass...
Qianmai goes to and from get off work every day, not listening to things outside the window, and living his own little life with one mind. After several tomorrows, she did not wait for the end of the world to come, but to bid farewell to the children in the training class.
On the third Saturday of December in the lunar calendar, Peng Chen and Qianmai went to "Lovely You".
Today is the first day of the winter vacation for the primary and secondary schools in Huayang City, and it is also the day when the children of "Lovely You" officially set off to Shanghai for treatment and hearing aid fittings.
Because it is not yet time to depart, the children are gesticulating in twos and threes in the lobby on the first floor. Their faces are full of joy and excitement about the upcoming journey.
Different from the usual quiet environment, today's hall was crowded by many parents who came to see off and accompany them, besides the children's babbling noises.
Chen Mo's efficiency is very high. After meeting Liu Feipeng, he flew to Shanghai to make appointments with doctors, determine time, budget, arrange food and accommodation, notify parents to prepare, and so on. In a short period of time, there is no need to worry about the hidden wheat, and the specific matters have been carefully implemented one by one in a plan.
However, it is such a person who has always been orderly and methodical, but at this moment he was forced to step back from the corner, and he blushed with embarrassment.
Cao Shan's father stuffed a large bag of alpine melons and fruits into his arms. This stubborn man who has never been bent down in the face of poverty and suffering is choked with excitement at this moment: "Comrade Chen, you are really the savior of my youngest son. This child is suffering. He has suffered so many years of sin, and now he is finally encountering a noble man. Up..."
After a certain child's mother was unwilling, she squeezed in panting and put a leg of lamb directly on the fruit bag, yelling in her unique high mountain dialect: "Big brother, you are really the reincarnation of Nanmu Guanshiyin... "
When the staff present listened, they were all overwhelmed by the original language of the masses. However, their situation is not much better. Everyone is crowded with parents who are "clumsy" expressing their gratitude.
There is a clear heart, as if an appointment had been made in advance, today's parents have wrapped up a dozen of their best gifts. Anyone who sees the image of an intellectual who haunts the "cute you", no matter how hard it is, they will put in a copy. No, even Peng Chen and Qian Mai, who were not familiar with them and had just entered the door, had several bags of different shapes in their hands.
Fortunately, this kind of situation where you push me to stop didn't last long. The contracted bus shuttle stopped slowly at the entrance of "Lovely You", and everyone began to board the bus.
In line with the principle of "parents take care of their children nearby", the seating arrangements are one-to-one: that is, one child sits next to each other with the parent.
Qianmai and the faculty and staff stood near the boarding gate and waved to watch the children and parents board the bus in an orderly manner. People in this industry know that the road ahead is long, and now is just the beginning, and more arduous and cumbersome language rehabilitation training is still to come. The faculty present did not speak big words, and there were a lot of blessings, but in the end they all turned into the most common and usual reminders: "Pay attention to safety", "Listen to the parents", "All follow the teacher's guidance"...
When it was Cao Shan and Zhou Yan'er's turn, the two children walked Yiyi, clinging to Qianmai, and locked their eyes on her. The unconscious excitement, shyness, and attachment in the clear eyes made Qian Mai have the urge to take them into the wings and take good care of the pet. He leaned over and gave them a hug gently, touched their hair jokingly, and said in sign language: "When you arrive in Shanghai, be strong and brave, and actively cooperate with the doctor for treatment. My sister is waiting for your good news in Huayang."
"Sister, won't you?" Although the two little guys didn't know what was waiting for them in the rumored modern city, they nodded their heads unconditionally trustingly after seeing her compare her demands.
"My sister is going to work. It's the same as doing general logistics for you in Huayang." Qian Tian stared fixedly, and lightly hooked their little noses prankly, making the two little guys giggle.
They may not know that on this trip to Shanghai, they are shouldering the first important task of "eating crabs". Although the physical conditions of other children are not as good as their advantages, they can still meet the standards for cochlear implant surgery. The reason why other children are fitted with hearing aids to receive language rehabilitation training is to have full confidence before undergoing surgery. And they, the two children with the most favorable conditions, were indisputably pushed to the forefront of risk.
Hidden Wheat’s heart is not contradictory. She is rationally told that someone must be the first to "eat crabs", but any surgery is risky, not to mention this very delicate and difficult ear surgery. Thinking of the risk warnings in the operation manual, she was an adult with cold sweat and weak legs.
Now that everything is ready, everything they should and can do has come to an end. The next step is to proceed step by step, following the doctor to cooperate in action.
"Cao Shan, Yan'er, after the New Year, you will be one year older again. Tell my sister, what are your New Year's wishes?" Qian Mai asked. According to the estimated situation, the two of them will spend a considerable period of time in Shanghai after the operation, specializing in language training. This year, I definitely can't live in my hometown. It's better to ask them clearly now, so as to surprise them by then.
After comprehending her gesture, Cao Shan picked his nose, as if thinking of something, a shy smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. But in the end, he didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the brand new sneakers that he had just put on today, as if flowers were painted on it.
On the contrary, Zhou Yan'er, who was next to her, had a slightly lively personality, and stared eyes immediately appeared, and she replied, "Like you...beautiful...xiangxiang..."
Qianmai listened for a moment: "Does Yan'er want clothes and perfume?"
Before Zhou Yan'er could reply, the faculty nearby couldn't help but laugh, walked over to pick Zhou Yan'er, touched her forehead affectionately, and said: "It turns out that Yan'er is'levory' at such a young age, and she likes beautiful and fragrant Sister?"
At this time, Sun Hongmei and Wang Zhigao also came over with suitcases. Seeing this, he laughed out loud and joked: "Dianmai, congratulations on having the first'wheat flour' in your life."
Since summer, there have been "corns", "box lunches" and "jelly" in the streets. At this moment, the "Snack Family" suddenly appeared a new member "Mai Flour", which is really gratifying.
The roar of laughter around is getting louder and louder. The faculty and staff narrowed their eyes, and even with some unknown parents, they grinned inexplicably after seeing them smiling happily. Qianmai saw nothing but laughter in her eyes, facing so many parents and children, at this moment, she really didn't know what expression to make to be considered appropriate.
How strikingly similar the years are! Once upon a time, her eyes couldn't help but follow those glamorous, intellectually elegant figures. As a woman, she admired their wisdom, she imitated their words and deeds, and even secretly set them as goals for her efforts. Now, all the scenes seem to have been familiar, but the position has changed, and she has become the one who is liked, admired, and admired. To say that I'm not happy and proud at all is definitely a lie in official language.
"They are really two cute little guys." When they had enough trouble, Qianmai smiled and watched Cao Shan and Zhou Yan'er get into the car, and turned to face Sun Hongmei and Wang Zhigao. Sincerely said: "When you arrive in Shanghai, keep in touch at any time, everything is up to you!"
On this trip to Shanghai, Chen Mo led the team and made overall plans. As his left and right arms, Sun Hongmei and Wang Zhigao naturally shoulder the important task of assisting in execution. As a medical professional, Liu Feipeng, who is familiar with the hospital's various systems and supported by familiar professional contacts, will also take a leave of absence and fly to Shanghai for assistance a few days before the operation. This kind of team combination is worthy of her entrusted responsibility.
To her respectful remarks, Sun Hongmei pouted indecently with her back to no one. Wang Zhigao rubbed his palms with his hands, obviously a little unnatural, and said, "These are all things we should do. What is our relationship? Why are we so polite?"
Unexpectedly, Qianmai heard this, very uncomfortable, and suddenly seemed to have become a stunned young man who could not understand what he meant. He became more and more serious and said, "Find out. I'm not being polite to you." , I am asking you solemnly. When the children arrive in Shanghai, you can't tolerate the slightest sloppyness. I want to ask you to respond with 120,000 spirits. Only success! You know?"
Wang Zhigao was speechless. Sun Hongmei was afraid of her tense thoughts over the past few days, and said repeatedly: "I know, I know. I said the day before yesterday, and I said yesterday that the ears were all cocooned by you. When did you become so long-winded? Yes? Be careful Peng Chen annoys you."
"Smelly girl, you are annoying." Looking at the two figures rushing into the car, Qianmai pouted slightly and waved his fist to bid farewell. Unexpectedly, all her actions and smiles fell into Peng Chen's eyes behind the French windows on the second floor.
The indoor air was freezing, and Chen Mo was whispering orally reporting the financial expenditure of "Lovely You".
Seeing that everyone below boarded the car and the luggage was roughly arranged, Peng Chen gently raised his hand to prevent him from continuing. Shen said: "You go first! When you arrive in Shanghai, please feel free to contact me if you have any circumstances. To Mai... Just take a moment to say that she is not in good shape recently."
"I know." Chen Mo responded softly. As the name suggests, his usual silence is golden, and he doesn't ask much.
Peng Chen clicked until the end, took out a black bag from his carry-on bag and handed it to him. It was difficult to say: "You hold this, it is a little bit of my heart and Shen Zhou. There are many things outside, you should manage the management, the entertainment of the entertainment, you must ensure that it is safe. Wheat is weak and can't stand it. Tossing."
"Yes." Chen Mo naturally understood that this last sentence was the most important thing. I roughly knew what was in the black bag, and when I opened it, it turned out to be a few bundles of pink cash.
"Wheat can't rub sand in his eyes. Do you know what to do?"
"Don't worry. I won't let her know."
The door was closed, and the two went out one after another. A gust of wind passed, the curtains fluttered gently, and the beaded ornaments on the hem made a fine rustle. Everything is so ethereal that no one has ever been here. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)