After playing chess, Wen Xinya was sent back to her room by Mr. Mo to rest, so she had to return to her room reluctantly.
After lying under the quilt for a while, Wen Xinya felt uncomfortable all over and rolled over twice on the bed. Finally, she threw off the quilt, got up, and started reading the book "Dream Pool Essays" which she often read.
As she flipped through the book, Wen Xinya came across some obscure passages in the book, and she annotated them in round, elegant, upright and neat small characters.
It is pointed and round, pointed and sharp, the curve is square inside and round outside, the hook is half curved and half straight, each stroke is different, but all coordinated. A line of characters is written in an orderly manner, and the flow of energy flows naturally. It looks like a string of pearls, full of spirit.
It’s exactly Si Yiyan’s handwriting!
Wen Xinya thought about how she had seen him flipping through this book several times before, but she didn't pay much attention to it. However, she didn't expect that he would be so attentive and make so many annotations for her.
Wen Xinya suddenly realized that she hadn't read this book for a long time.
Just as I was thinking about it, Mother He came into the room carrying a bowl of Astragalus and Donkey-hide Gelatin Porridge: "Young Miss, I made you some porridge to nourish your Qi and blood. Drink it while it's hot."
Wen Xinya couldn't help but wrinkled her nose when she thought of the strange smell of donkey-hide gelatin: "Thank you, Mother He!"
Mother He saw her holding a book and quickly stepped forward to take the book out: "Young lady, you injured your forehead and need to take care of it. Don't worry too much these days. Concussion is the most taboo to worry about. You may not feel it when you are young, but you will know how serious it is when you are old and your memory declines severely."
Wen Xinya's face was bitter. She pulled Mother He's arm and said coquettishly, "Mother He, you are making a fuss. The doctor said that I only had a mild concussion and I was completely fine when I was discharged from the hospital. Reading a book is not a big deal. It's just to kill time. Besides, I only lost a little blood. There's no need to take such a big supplement!"
Is she really not in confinement, but just tapped her forehead? Why are people more nervous than her? You are not allowed to do this, you are not allowed to think about that.
Mother He didn't buy her nonsense. "A mild concussion is still a concussion. Miss, your brain is as precious as the old man's. You need to learn a lot and can't make any mistakes. Also, your physical foundation is a little weak. Eating more foods that replenish qi and blood will be good for your body."
Wen Xinya pouted and bargained: "Then don't eat donkey-hide gelatin, eat red dates, red dates can also replenish blood."
Although she doesn't like red dates, they are sweet after all.
Mother He said with a smile: "Young lady, you like red dates, so I will add two red dates to the porridge tomorrow. But you must eat donkey-hide gelatin. These donkey-hide gelatin are produced in the ancient Dong'e County. They are very pure and have no strange smell."
Wen Xinya's face fell and she had to hold the bowl to drink the porridge. The soft and glutinous rice was sweet and soft, and gave off a fresh fragrance. There was really no strange smell.
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open again, and Jiang Ma walked in with a bowl of slightly bitter soup: "Young lady, Mr. Du said that you lost blood before, and you need to drink some angelica blood-replenishing soup. I specially boiled some according to Mr. Du's instructions. It tastes good and not bitter at all. I also prepared some snacks for you to reduce the taste."
Wen Xinya pinched her nose and drank a bowl of soup under the gazes of He Ma and Jiang Ma. After drinking it, she still felt a strange bitter taste in her mouth. She quickly took a piece of dessert and put it in her mouth. The sweet dessert melted in her mouth, dispelling the nausea.
After Jiang Ma and He Ma left, Wen Xinya rolled over on the bed with a bitter face, and her cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Si Yiyan’s special cell phone. Wen Xinya quickly rolled to the bedside, took the phone and answered it.
"Discharged from the hospital? How are you? Does the wound still hurt? What did the doctor say?" Si Yiyan's low and pleasant voice was like a guqin, with twists and turns in the rhythm, a solitary and beautiful sound, clear and bright, and very pleasant to listen to.
Hearing Si Yiyan's voice, Wen Xinya's voice suddenly softened, with a soft nasal tone: "Yeah! I was just discharged from the hospital this afternoon. The doctor said it's okay, but the wound still hurts a little, and sometimes it itches, which is very uncomfortable."
Si Yiyan said in a low and coaxing voice: "That's the wound growing flesh. You have to endure the itch and never touch it with your hands. Remember to apply medicine on time every day."
Wen Xinya's heart was soft, and the smile on her lips was also soft and very beautiful: "Ruoruo prescribed me some medicine to promote blood circulation and the effect is quite good. Ruoruo said that if I keep rubbing the wound, there will be no scars."
Si Yiyan's voice softened a little: "That's good, but be careful not to get wet during this period, and also pay attention to your diet, eat less spicy food, don't eat raw or cold food, and don't eat anything with coloring..."
Wen Xinya listened to his clear and distant voice as he kept telling her these trivial matters, her nose wrinkled, but the corners of his lips were incredibly beautiful. She always thought that Si Yiyan's mouth was for giving orders and giving instructions, but she didn't expect that one day he would nag about such a trivial matter.
Wen Xinya's smile widened: "The doctors have already explained this."
There was no sound from Si Yiyan all of a sudden.
Wen Xinya said in a soft voice, "Si Yiyan, I'm staying at my grandpa's house now. I just played a game of chess with my grandpa, and he was very mean to me, saying that I had a bad temper and would not give up until I hit the wall. He also taught me a lesson."
On the other end of the phone, Si Yiyan's lips curled up in a smile.
Wen Xinya changed the subject and laughed heartily: "Grandpa is so mean to me, I decided to dye his gray hair, which he is so proud of, into black."
She was clearly feeling aggrieved before, but now she was laughing heartily. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for Mr. Mo. Being pestered by her to dye her hair, Mr. Mo would definitely not be able to do anything about it.
Wen Xinya's voice collapsed again as she spoke: "Do you know that as soon as I was discharged from the hospital today, Mother He and Mother Jiang cooked some weird porridge and bitter medicine for me to take, and they also forbade me to read books or think, forbade me to do this, forbade me to do that..."
Si Yiyan listened to her complaints with a smile and said with a low laugh: "Mother He and the others are doing this for your own good. Just bear with it for two days and get well."
Wen Xinya continued to complain: "The doctor said that my injury is not serious and I only need to rest for a few days. Why should I be so nervous? I feel like I am not recovering from an injury, but in confinement. I can't do this or that..."
Her little mouth was still chattering, but the warmth in her voice was so obvious. She was indirectly telling him that she was very good and he shouldn't worry: "Be good and take care of yourself. I'll go back to see you when I'm done with this busy period."
Si Yiyan sighed quietly. It seemed that he needed to think carefully about the cooperation project proposed by the Z government before. It was not good to be separated from each other all the time. Although the ancients said that if the love between two people is long-lasting, it does not matter if they are together day and night, he did not buy it. If he liked someone, he would definitely try every means to be with her.