Song Qiaoxi's hand was clenched by Chu Jin, and the two followed Aunt Fang to the end of the corridor and took the elevator to the top floor of the inpatient department.
Chu Jin never let go of her hand, Song Qiaoxi's hand was warm, but Chu Jin's fingers were still a little cold.
"Hello, we have already arrived." Aunt Fang took out her mobile phone and made a call. Within a few minutes, a hospital staff trotted all the way over and opened a ward for them with room number 701 on the door.
"I'll give you the key." The staff handed the key to Aunt Fang, "The room has just been cleaned, if you need to call me again."
Song Qiaoxi followed Aunt Fang and entered the VIP ward.
Rather than a ward, the room in front of you is more like a hotel-style apartment, or luxurious.
Spacious living room, sofa, dining table and chairs, refrigerator, cooking table everything.
If it weren't for the fact that there was a hospital bed with complete medical facilities by the window, Song Qiaoxi couldn't believe that this was a ward, and could only say...
The world of the rich is luxury.
"You two should study here," Aunt Fang took off Song Qiaoxi's schoolbag and put it on the chair by the dining table. She went to the corner of the living room to open the refrigerator and took a look, then took out her mobile phone and called, "Liu, Buy some mineral water, iced tea and other beverages and send them to the VIP ward on the top floor.”
Soon, the driver ran up with a large bag of beverages and mineral water of various flavors, and filled a refrigerator full for Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin.
"I'll go down and watch with Zheming first. You all study hard and do your homework here. If you are tired, you can rest on the bed and sofa for a while. I will notify you as soon as there is news." Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin explained, closed the door of the VIP ward, and went downstairs.
Song Qiaoxi took out the SAT paper, Wenquxing, vocabulary book, exercise book and pencil case from her schoolbag, and started to do the questions in peace.
There were only the two of them in the room. Chu Jin took out his laptop, put on his earphones, connected the power cord, and moved his fingers on the keyboard. He started doing "jobs" that Song Qiaoxi would never understand.
Neither of them spoke. There was only the sound of flipping books, the sound of the tip of the pen swiping across the paper, and the mechanical sound of the computer keyboard.
After writing for a while, Song Qiaoxi felt thirsty, stretched, stood up from the dining table and chair, opened the refrigerator door, and took a bottle of mineral water.
The bottle felt hard to the touch, as if filled with air. Song Qiaoxi held the bottle with one hand and unscrewed the cap with the other.
"Puchi", the rigid body of the bottle suddenly became soft, and she exerted force, and half of the bottle of water was sprayed from the mouth of the bottle and sprinkled on her chest.
Taking a step back didn't help. In just one tenth of a second, the clothes on my body were wet.
"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi whispered in annoyance and was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong?" As if hearing the movement, Chu Jin took off his headphones and stood up from the chair.
"There's something wrong with this bottle..." Song Qiaoxi was a little embarrassed, shaking the water bottle in her hand awkwardly, "It was very hard just now, but it became very soft and soft when you twisted it open."
"It's okay, it's not your fault." Chu Jin said softly.
He went to the bathroom and took out a stack of tissues, took the water bottle from her hand, and bent down to carefully wipe the water stains on her body.
The little girl has been fussy since she was a child, and Chu has become accustomed to helping her clean up all kinds of stains on her body as soon as possible, such as the overturned soymilk prints at breakfast, filling her with ink, and pouring on her dress as soon as she drinks Coke... . ..
Fortunately, this time I just sprinkled water, otherwise, I really don't know where to find a replacement for her.
Chu Jin shook his head and smiled helplessly.
The sixteen-year-old is still so worrying, like a child, she continues to dry her water stains habitually.
It wasn't until he wiped it twice that he realized that what appeared in front of him was the exquisite figure of a young girl.
Song Qiaoxi was wearing a thin white shirt with a square collar and pink-blue culottes today. Her chest was wet now, and the large water stains made the white shirt almost transparent.
Cold water was sprinkled on her chest, and the square-necked shirt revealed her delicate collarbone. Under Song Qiaoxi's left collarbone, there was a small bright red mole, and the small mole embedded in the snow-white skin was dazzlingly red.
The girl's front was almost soaked, and the thin shirt cloth soaked in water was tightly attached to her body, like a second layer of skin.
Under the transparent shirt is a goose-yellow girl's corset, Chu Jin can even see the piping lace on the corset, and a pudding dog...
His fingers stopped.
Just now, I accidentally touched the skin of Song Qiaoxi's collarbone, but at that moment, the soft and smooth touch of the fingertips, such as the transmission of electric currents to his whole body...
For a moment, Chu Jin remembered the almond tofu that Uncle Song took them to eat in junior high school.
If he wanted to compare it with anything, he could only think of the delicate and white almond rot.
The boy suddenly retracted his hand, straightened up, met Song Qiaoxi's wet almond eyes, and rudely stuffed the remaining tissue in her hand.
"Wipe it yourself." Chu Jin whispered, with a forbearance in his voice.
He turned around and went back to the computer, put on his earphones and continued busy with his own business, forcing himself not to think about the scene just now.
Chu Jin wanted to cherish her and protect her, but he couldn't hold back a strange and rude thought in his heart.
The white and jade-like almond tofu was beautiful and fragile. He wanted to make this quick tofu only his own, and he had the urge to crush the jade-like soft tofu.
--
McDonald's at noon, there are many thieves.
Song Jianguo had a long line in front of him, coupled with the frequent show of affection from the couple of high school students in front of him, which "stimulated" the poor old father, and he gradually got a little irritable as he waited.
Finally, Song Jianguo was in line. He ordered the Maixiangyu set meal, pineapple pie and taro pie, strawberry milkshake and vanilla milkshake that Xixi liked to eat first. Children and daughters all liked these flavors, so he simply bought them all in one go. .
Chu Jin is not a picky eater, he can eat anything, as long as it is not too greasy, Song Jianguo bought him a Big Mac set, and then bought a set of iron plate chicken drumsticks for Aunt Fang and Zheming.
After a while, Song Jianguo came out of the McDonald's with a McDonald's paper bag in his hand, and hurriedly ran back to the main hospital building.
He first delivered Zheming's meal, and when he came to the door of the intensive care unit, he found out that besides Zheming, Aunt Fang and the driver Xiao Liu were also sitting at the door.
"Hey, you didn't go to the VIP ward to wait?" Song Jianguo asked in confusion as he distributed the food in his hand to everyone.
"Thank you, Mr. Song, let's go down first, let's wait here for the old man to feel more at ease." Aunt Fang smiled and shook her head, took the McDonald's paper bag, and continued, "Besides, the two children are doing homework and studying there, we How embarrassing it is for adults to be there, and disturb them."
"No..." Song Jianguo clenched his fists and asked with a frown, "Then the two of them are in the VIP ward, no one else?"
"Ah..." Aunt Fang nodded, not knowing what he was nervous about, "Just Xixi and Jin Jin, do all you can to help Xixi review that, that NBA?"
"Pfft," Zheming, who was eating a hamburger, laughed out loud and hurriedly corrected her, "It's not the NBA, that's basketball, Xixi is studying the SAT."
Aunt Fang smiled embarrassedly, "Oh, what kind of foreign language does a fifty-year-old lady of mine know, mainly because Xixi has learned this and we can't help, right?"
"..." Song Jianguo cursed secretly in his heart, really afraid of what to do.
Adolescent boys and girls, at McDonald's just now, can be so "presumptuous" in front of so many people. If this is in a place where adults can't see it, young couples don't know what to do!
"Sister Fang, which floor is the VIP ward?" Song Jianguo asked through gritted teeth, thinking that if someone would do something to his daughter, regardless of whether the other person was a child raised by him, there was nowhere to vent his anger.
He had to see the kids right away, right away, to make sure nothing happened to them.
If something really happened, Song Jianguo might not be able to control his temper today...
"The ward? The VIP ward is on the top floor, ward 701." Aunt Fang was holding a hamburger in her hand, looking at Song Jianguo's condition, "Mr. Song, are you alright?"
"It's okay, I'll go up and give the children something to eat. I'm afraid I'm starving..." Song Jianguo took a deep breath, walked to the end of the corridor, and pressed the elevator button.
Oh, good boy Chu Jin, if I don't reward you with a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots, it's really hard to guard against a thief...
Rabbits still don't eat grass at the edge of the nest!
Adolescent boys, even if Chu Jin is a child raised by Song Jianguo, there is nothing to say about his character or accomplishment, but Song Jianguo himself is a man, and he knows best that when an adolescent boy is impulsive, he can't care about anything.
The moment the elevator door closed, Aunt Fang reacted. She looked at the paper bag on the chair and patted her thigh, "Oh, Mr. Song forgot to bring the food to the children!"
"That, I'll send it to Mr. Song." The driver, Xiao Liu, smiled and volunteered.
Song Jianguo had already arrived at the door of Ward 701. He pushed open the door with a "bang" and rushed into the room aggressively.
"Dad?" Song Qiaoxi was almost taken aback by the sound of the door opening, she raised her head from the book with a frown, and called him with a pen in her hand.
"Uncle Song..." Chu Jin took off his headphones and looked at Song Jianguo calmly.
Two people were sitting at the head of the dining table, one at the end of the dining table, and a pile of books and sundries was placed in front of the other. The table was strewn with calculated scratch paper and English composition drafts.
"You two..." Song Jianguo wanted to find something strange on their faces. After carefully observing for a long time, he didn't find any flaws. It doesn't look like him.
Could it be that he had hallucinations just now? Xixi and Chu Jin didn't hold hands just now
Song Jianguo fell into deep self-doubt, one moment he thought he saw it, and another moment he didn't.
For a while, I felt that Chu Jin was a child raised by him, and he should know best that Chu Jin was excellent. This child is so sensible, talented and hardworking, with a very honest character, it is impossible to do that kind of thing.
After a while, I felt that no matter how good Chu Jin was, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy. At this age, he was the most impulsive, and he didn't care about the hormones on his brain.
In the end, Song Jianguo, who had been fighting for a long time, was defeated by "Chu Jin is a good boy raised by him" in his mind.
He let out a long sigh of relief, and his attitude softened. Although the muscles on his face were twitching, he let himself smile and face the two children, "Have you two been studying homework?"
"Well..." Song Qiaoxi nodded.
What happened to her father today, the whole person is weird
"It's okay, Dad, Dad is afraid that you are hungry, so I went to buy McDonald's for you, and also bought your favorite pineapple pie and taro pie, Maixiang fish, strawberry milk..." Said that Song Jianguo took the paper bag in his hand to his daughter as if he wanted to present a treasure.
But he suddenly realized that his two hands were empty, grabbing two bags of air...
"Pfft..." Song Qiaoxi died of laughter when she saw her dad like this, "Dad, where's the McDonald's you bought?"
Even Chu Jin couldn't hold back, his knuckles pressed against the tip of his nose and laughed softly.
It can be described as the scene of the death of a large-scale society. Song Jianguo, the party involved, said that he regrets it now, and regrets it very much.
It's really shameless, "grabbing the bag" has nothing to say, and completely lost the dignity of being a father in front of the two children, what can I do in the future!
--
Mr. Chu was transferred to the general ward, and it was already the next afternoon when he was admitted to the VIP ward, which was a little later than the doctor expected.
Although the physical signs were stable, the old man Chu was still in a coma.
As for when to wake up, even the doctor can't give a definite answer.
Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin survived until the next day, until Grandpa Chu was pushed to the VIP ward and he was forced to take him home by Song Jianguo when he saw the old man who seemed to be asleep.
That night, Zheming stayed to accompany the bed. The nurses of the hospital and the medical staff of the Chu family were all in place, and Zheming could also take a little rest.
Aunt Fang left early and brought a change of clothes to Zheming.
After getting home and taking a shower, Song Qiaoxi fell on the bed only to find that her energy seemed to be really overdrawn, her mind was dead, and it seemed that she couldn't do anything except sleep.
So much has happened in just two days.
It was a happy outing with my friends. I tasted the sweetness of the first kiss in the courtyard of my grandma's house at night, but the next day, I received the news that Grandpa Chu was sick.
Fortunately, the last person was fine, I just hope that Grandpa Chu wakes up soon...
The phone vibrated, and the screen lit up in the dark.
Song Qiaoxi opened it and saw that it was a multimedia message from Ding Miao.
The MMS is two photos, one is the sunrise on Mount Tai, and the other is a selfie of Ding Miao, Zhao Xin, Ding Yi, Liang Shanshan and Wang Junyang.
[The two of you are missing. When we graduate from high school, we will climb Mount Tai again. You must not be absent at that time!]
Ding Miao's text message also arrived.
In the dark, looking at the phone screen, Song Qiaoxi's almond eyes curled and she smiled sweetly.
She sent Ding Miao a message back.
[I will PS, when I find the photo of me and Chu Jin, I will post it on this group photo! O(∩_∩)O]
It's really a blessing to have good friends.
It has been ten days since Mr. Chu woke up.
Before that, because it was summer vacation and they didn't need to go to school, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin would go to the hospital to visit Grandpa Chu every day.
Before Grandpa Chu woke up, the two children were quietly doing their homework in the ward. When they were tired, Song Qiaoxi moved a stool and sat beside Grandpa Chu's bed to talk to him.
Anyway, she is a small talker, and she can talk about any topic for a long time without getting tired. She often tells the comatose Grandpa Chu about the interesting stories of Chu Jin when he was a child, and the nurse and Aunt Fang, who is accompanying the bed, all laugh along.
Although there were nurses and the Chu family's own medical team helping Grandpa Chu to wipe his body, turn over, and massage, Chu Jin kept silent. At first, he watched silently. Later, he also started to massage Grandpa Chu himself.
A few days later, Qiao Qin also rushed back from Qizhou, bringing a lot of Qizhou specialties to Aunt Fang and the others. Fortunately, she also has summer vacation and can help a lot.
Ten days later, Chu Youhe woke up.
Although he woke up, the sequelae of the stroke were still quite serious. He temporarily lost his language ability, and no one could understand what he was saying.
He couldn't hold things in his right hand, he was trembling all the time, and he needed someone to feed him.
The doctor said that what kind of recovery can be achieved, or whether it can be recovered, and how long it will take to recover, still depends on time and the efforts of the patient's family.
Chu Jin checked a lot of information on the Internet, including external networks and domestic patient forums. He didn't say anything, but finally put the integrated information into the folder where Zheming contacted the rehabilitation doctor.
Grandpa Chu was speechless and could only communicate with others through his eyes.
When people get old, they will always be called "old children".
But they can be called "old children" because they have reliable relatives and family members around them. By their side, people can grow old with peace of mind.
Before Chu Youhe, he never dared to grow old. He once thought that he had no relatives in this world.
But now, he felt that God was really nostalgic for him and let him find Chu Jin.
For several months, Chu Youhe was called "Grandpa Chu like a baby" by Song Qiaoxi.
Because the baby will shed tears and cry at every turn.
Old Master Chu felt the same way. He couldn't speak, but his tears always seemed to be out of control.
Chu Jin wiped his face with a warm towel, and he would cry; Chu Jin held his arm, helped him train his leg muscles, and helped him up after he almost fell, and he would cry; Chu Jin and He trained his hand muscles together, and when he couldn't hold the bowl and sprinkled a whole body of porridge on his body, Chu did his best to clean up the stains on his body patiently, and he cried again.
Time just went so slowly and quickly. After Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin started their second year of high school, the two children's daily schedule became very fixed.
Go to school and after school. After school, go to the Chu residence in Building No. 7 opposite to see Mr. Chu and say a few words with him. After that, go home to study and accompany Mr. Chu for rehabilitation on weekends.
Chu Youhe's health is not very good. In the doctor's opinion, although the family and the medical team have exhausted 100% of their efforts, the recovery is slower than most people.
But, little by little, it's getting better.
--
In a blink of an eye, it was the second semester of high school.
In June 2007, Chu Jin had already turned 18 in March, and Song Qiaoxi was about to turn 17. She was about to face the first important test in her life, the SAT in June.
There is no limit to the number of SAT exams, but the tutor recommends that you do not exceed three times, which will easily create the impression of high scores and low abilities to the universities you apply for.
Generally speaking, for high school students, the SAT in June is a test, and then summarize and review, and then choose another time to take the test, and finally take the best score.
There is no SAT test center in the mainland. Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin discussed with the teachers of the remedial class, and also consulted the parents of other candidates, and decided to let Song Qiaoxi go to Macau to take the test. .
Unexpectedly, Chu Jin also signed up together.
The Song family's parents were not surprised, because their daughter would also come back to prepare for the college entrance examination. If Chu Jin wanted to try the SAT test, they would also support it. It was an experience after all.
However, Song Qiaoxi was very surprised. After dinner, while Chu Jin was washing the dishes, she leaned over to the kitchen and asked him, "Are you really going to accompany me to the exam?"
"Yeah." Chu Jin washed the dishes slowly, his hands covered with foam, and his knuckle fingers slowly slid across the porcelain-white bowl.
Song Qiaoxi tilted her head, her heart beating a little faster.
He is so enchanting, why does someone even wash the dishes as if they are tempting people...
"With me here, you won't dare to be lazy, and you won't be so careless." Chu Jin smiled, paused, and continued, "And... Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao may not have time to accompany them. You go, I don't trust you to go to Macau by yourself."
"I didn't go by myself. Our class also had classmates taking the test with me, as well as students in the remedial class and other parents. It was arranged like a tour group." Song Qiaoxi smelled the faint scent of mint on Chu Jin's body. , try to calm yourself down.
She thought that if she really went to Macau with Chu Jin...
Then this is the first time for them to travel alone away from their parents.
Isn't it okay to have a little date after the exam
The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding. After the night at Grandma's house, when they returned to Beijing, they naturally became "good friends".
Whether in front of or behind, there was no arrogance, except that on the day that Grandpa Chu had an accident, Chu Jin held her hand in the hospital, and the two never made any intimate actions after that.
A seventeen-year-old girl is the age to dream...
"I checked, and Macau has delicious pork chop buns, Portuguese egg tarts, seafood porridge, beef offal, and coconut ice cream, all of which you like to eat," Chu Jin washed his hands, dipping some water on them. Lightly tap on Song Qiaoxi's pen, "If you behave well, I will take you to eat."
"Really!" Song Qiaoxi got excited when she mentioned eating. Kissing is important, but it seems that eating is more important.
She raised her head and leaned in front of Chu Jin, with a little bit of starlight shining in her almond eyes, her lips were soft and pouting, as attractive as a marshmallow, she said coquettishly, "But, tell me, what does it take to behave well? Woolen cloth?"
He was suddenly leaned against her, the girl's breath was sweet and sweet, and her body was softly propped up against his chest, and the memories of that night came like overwhelming.
Chu Jin gritted his teeth and took a step back, "Song Qiaoxi, please be good, don't get so close to me..."