Now in this life, because of Zhou Yanqing's existence, he has more and more contact with Aunt Zhao, only to realize that Aunt Zhao always looks at him like a mother treats her son, gentle, kind and amiable.
Today's sky is gloomy, with some signs of snow. It's freezing outside, but the house is as warm as spring. In addition to the warm heating, it's because of the warmth of the heart.
Song Yu lazily leaned against the sofa, and closed his eyes with relief.
finally home.
While the three of them were chatting in the living room, the door of the master bedroom was gently opened, and Wen Wan walked out slowly step by step. A few steps away from ordinary people, she leaned on the wall and struggled to move for two minutes before being seen by the sharp-eyed Aunt Zhao.
"Ouch, ma'am!" Aunt Zhao looked surprised, and hurried to support her, "How, how, why did you walk out by yourself."
Song Yu and Zhou Yanqing also hurriedly surrounded them.
Wen Wan hunched her back, glanced at the three of them blankly, and said to Aunt Zhao vaguely: "Thirst..." She looked at Song Yu again, and murmured, "Thin..."
Wen Wan suffered from muscle atrophy caused by anorexia and malnutrition, so it was difficult for her to stand up, she couldn't walk, and she could only use a wheelchair.
During this period of time, she has been able to eat normally most of the time and has gained a little weight. Aunt Zhao also helps her massage and carry out rehabilitation training every day. But she actually climbed up with her own strength, and was able to walk two steps with difficulty. This rapid progress made everyone present feel great joy.
Aunt Zhao choked up and said, "Madam, you are really much better! In a few days we can go downstairs for a walk by ourselves!"
"Walking..." Wen Wan repeated, there seemed to be a little smile in her eyes, "but... look at the snow..."
Aunt Zhao helped her sit down: "Yes, look at the snow, it's going to snow!"
Because of the happy event that Wen Wan was able to walk, Aunt Zhao took out all the meat and vegetables in the refrigerator and said that she would cook two more dishes to celebrate.
Compared with Aunt Zhao's cooking skills, Zhou Yanqing's three-legged cat kung fu paled in comparison, and he consciously helped.
Song Yu also wanted to help, but Zhou Yanqing pushed him out of the kitchen on the grounds that the doctor told him not to use his left arm as much as possible.
Wen Wan sat in the living room, and when she heard the word "hurt", she turned her head and looked at Song Yu: "hurt...?"
Her thinking logic is still very confused, but the frequency of sober words is much higher than before. The doctor said that this is a normal phenomenon and we need to communicate more.
Song Yu sat down beside Wen Wan, and held her thin hand: "Well, I'm hurt."
Wen Wan slowly looked at Song Yu from the beginning to the end, as if looking for his wound, and after a while, she stopped her gaze on the strangle marks on Song Yu's neck that had faded a lot, and touched it with her dry fingertips. Touched: "It hurts, you little... Be good."
Song Yu understood the two incoherent words.
Wen Wan is saying that he was very good when he was a child, and he would not hurt himself by being so naughty.
Song Yu swallowed the sore Adam's apple: "Well, when you grow up, you will become naughty."
Sure enough, Aunt Zhao cooked a large table of dishes, and the braised pork ribs made two large plates. She took a plate and handed it to Zhou Yanqing, and asked him to send a plate to the two brothers who lived across the door, saying that the two brothers had helped a lot in the past two days.
Zhou Yan held the plate lightly, and glanced at Song Yu inadvertently. Song Yu looked away guiltily, wondering in his heart that the two bodyguards should be "laid off".
After lunch, Aunt Zhao made a fuss about vacating her room for Song Yu to live in.
After Zhou Yanqing moved in, she lived in the second bedroom, and when Wen Wan moved in, she naturally lived in the master bedroom, while Aunt Zhao lived in another second bedroom. Although this old house has three bedrooms and one living room, it is small in size, and the two second bedrooms are very small.
Aunt Zhao said that she moved to Wenwan's master bedroom to make the floor, and then let Song Yu live in the second bedroom. Anyway, there is heating in the room, so it won't be cold.
Song Yu Songsong held her wrist and stopped her: "Auntie, don't bother me, I live with Xiao Zhou."
Zhou Yanqing also said: "Don't be too busy, I'll do it."
Aunt Zhao couldn't hold back them, so she had to let it go.
Zhou Yanqing led Song Yu into the room, and while taking a new quilt from the top cabinet, he said, "I'll change all the bedding, and I'll sleep in the living room at night..."
Before he finished speaking, an arm stretched out, took out more than half of the eiderdown quilt, and stuffed it back.
Zhou Yan raised his eyes lightly, and looked at Song Yu who was close at hand in puzzlement.
Song Yuning looked at him, and said quietly: "The single beds in the hospital can lie together, isn't the double bed at home enough to sleep?"
"I'm afraid..." Zhou Yanqing swallowed subconsciously, "I'm afraid of touching your wound."
"You can sleep on my right side." Song Yu said, "If you must sleep on the sofa, then I will go back to live with myself now."
Zhou Yan was pinched seven inches easily, how could he rest assured that a disabled person like Song Yu could live alone, so he curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Then I won't sleep on the sofa."
Song Yu pursed her lips to hide her smile: "Then stop busy, take a nap first, and let's go to Luxiang Garden to get some clothes later."
Zhou Yanqing didn't want to sleep, instead she persuaded Song Yu to sleep. Finally, after Song Yu said "Then let's sleep together", she went silent for a moment, climbed onto the bed silently and suffocated her head.
Song Yu couldn't help laughing, and gently closed the door and went to the balcony of the living room.
He first called Monica to inquire about the company's situation, and entrusted her to help print some reports. Then he called Chai Richeng again, made an appointment with him to go to the company, and discussed some future work arrangements.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu stood on the balcony and pondered for a long time, and finally called Meng Shiping, telling him that he had been discharged from the hospital and would return to the company in a few days.
Meng Shiping asked him how he was recovering, then asked how gentle he was, and said to see him at night.
Song Yu sighed: "Don't come, I'll stay with my mother."
Meng Shiping didn't know that Wen Wan had moved out of the nursing home, let alone that Song Yu lived in this old community. He said on the phone: "Then I will visit you and aunt with my mother in two days. My mother has recovered a lot recently. He said he wanted to meet Auntie and chat with her."
Song Yu stared at a pot of green radish on the balcony that was still vibrant and green in winter, and paused for a long time before answering: "Let's talk."
Meng Shiping, who has always been good at observing words and expressions, didn't know whether he didn't understand or didn't hear Song Yu's polite refusal. He still talked to himself how much his mother wanted to see Wen Wan, and dragged Song Yu to talk about Gao Tong and Su from the company. Ting Rui's situation, and some follow-up work arrangements.
Even across the phone, Song Yu could still imagine the embarrassment on the other person's face when he was dying. After chatting with Meng Shiping patiently for a while, he hung up the phone with complicated emotions.