From time to time, a bird chirped outside the window. The person on the bed was sleeping soundly. The originally white skin could almost see the fine down under the sun, the black forehead, the red lips, and the corners of the mouth were slightly curved.
It's like having a sweet dream.
About half an hour later, the eyelashes of the young man on the bed trembled.
He Nian was sleepy and dizzy for a while, blinked his eyes, came back to his senses, and his first reaction was to pinch his arm.
The pain is not a dream!
What happened last night is true, he will start studying again in September!
He was filled with joy during the New Year. He wrapped himself in a quilt and rolled around on the bed. After rolling twice, he buried his head in it again. He had never been so satisfied.
He is willing to use everything he has to give back to Mr. Chu.
The weather in early autumn also has an "autumn tiger". It is sultry in the morning, and there are clouds floating in the sky. I get dressed for the New Year, step on the cashmere carpet with my white bunny slippers, and run downstairs to make breakfast. .
Before Chu Xijin went downstairs, he smelled the delicious aroma of food. He stood on the stairs and looked down. He held a small porcelain bowl in his hand and said hello with a crooked eyebrow:
"Good morning, sir!"
After speaking, he looked at the tall man in a dark gray suit, his round toes curled up unconsciously, and his face felt slightly hot.
Memories swept through.
That hug last night.
With his legs spread apart and sitting face to face, he could feel the hot body temperature, and the residual heat seemed to still remain in his body.
Chu Xijin looked at him for a moment, as if trying to taste something, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised invisibly.
"Good morning."
The table was filled with a large portion of shrimp and vegetable porridge, which contained corn kernels, pea kernels, mushrooms, lettuce, and minced meat and egg rolls with steamed eggs, which had a soft and smooth texture.
Chu Xijin rarely spoke while eating, and there was only the occasional slight clash of bowls and chopsticks in the restaurant.
After finishing his meal, he put down his bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and looked at the face of the person across the table.
I always eat very seriously during New Year's Eve. I look very satisfied with every bite, and my cheeks are bulging. I don't lick my lower lips until all the rice rolls on the plate are wiped out.
"Let's go." Chu Xijin looked away lightly and picked up his coat:
"Let's take you to the hospital first."
In F city center hospital.
He Cen was successfully transferred from intensive care to a general ward. His body began to recover and he was able to do some simple activities. However, there were still some problems with his legs and he could not be fitted with a prosthetic limb immediately. He also needed some acupuncture treatment.
"Dad, I plan to go back to my senior year of high school in September."
He Cen was sitting on the hospital bed with a good look on his face. Hearing his son's words, the most guilty thing in his heart finally came to an end. He said sincerely:
"Every year, with the support of Xinming Charity, all of dad's salary is saved for you to study in college. You don't have to worry about other problems, just study hard."
In the garden downstairs of the inpatient department, many patients were walking in hospital gowns. When He Minglan returned from getting medicine, she saw an older woman lying on a bench crying.
There were people talking in low voices around, saying that the eldest sister's husband's condition had worsened, and the family really had no money for treatment, so they planned to give up treatment. He Minglan was sympathetic and couldn't help but patted the woman's shoulder thousands of times and comforted:
"Sister, my family is also in the same situation. Fortunately, there is a foundation to support me, so I did the surgery. You should try it too, maybe there is hope!"
"What support?"
The woman became excited and wiped her face casually. Her gray hair was messy and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"Sister, are you telling the truth? My family also applied, and the review was very strict. The money won't come out for a while." The woman's eyes were sad:
"The medical insurance I bought is also reimbursed, but the thousand yuan one is of no use."
He Minglan didn't know much about the foundation, but recalling her son's tone at the time, she felt that the application process didn't seem that difficult.
"Sister, there is something called Xinming Charitable Foundation. Why don't you give it a try?"
The woman shook her head and wiped her tears and said, "I know that, it's a children's charity project. Where can I apply for it? Only those who meet the conditions can be rescued."
He Minglan was shocked and confused.
Only those who meet the conditions can be rescued. According to this, how did you apply for it every year?
Such a huge amount of money came down just after signing. The more she thought about it, the more wrong it became. She could hardly stand still and hurriedly went to find the doctor who signed the contract.
"Yours is indeed a charity fund relief fund." Director Liu called up the payment procedures and showed some documents to He Minglan, comforting:
"Don't worry, it's a formal project."
"Sorry, Director Liu."
He Minglan felt slightly relieved after looking at the list, and her eyes fell on a line of small words, Chushi Group Co., Ltd. establishment project.
Pushing open the ward door, she saw her son and her husband talking and laughing. He Minglan couldn't help but smile tenderly. He Cen waved to his wife and said:
"Minglan, come here quickly, I have decided to go back to my senior year of high school in September."
Hearing the good news, He Minglan temporarily suppressed the questions in her heart. The family of three chatted for a while. School was about to start in a few days. In the afternoon, He Minglan decided to take her son to buy some new clothes.
As evening approached, the sultry air dissipated a lot, and the taxi parked downstairs at Twilight Manor.
He Nian got out of the car carrying a few paper bags and said warmly to He Minglan:
"Mom, go back to the hospital quickly. Dad just sent a message asking you."
He Minglan responded a few times, looking at her son who had unknowingly stood erect, with mixed feelings in her heart.
It's been a long time since I've been back to Twilight Manor. He went upstairs in the dark in the dark. When he turned on the light, he was frightened by a black shadow on the sofa and dropped what he was holding. He said in horror:
"Ah! Who are you!"
The person on the sofa took away the clothes covering his head, as if he couldn't tell the time, looked at the New Year's greetings that were almost stuck to the door, moved his Adam's apple, and his voice was hoarse:
"Why haven't you been here these days?"
He Nian looked at Lin Fengzhuo in shock, ignored his question, and frowned slightly when he saw the cigarette butts on the ground:
"I've sent everything to you."
Lin Fengzhuo pursed his lips, as if he didn't know how to speak, and after a while he said:
"Do you still need money? I can give it to you."
"No."
There was a brief silence.
Lin Fengzhuo looked lethargic and bored, his eyes were light blue, he was dressed casually, and his hair was unkempt. For someone who always pays attention to appearance, this look is rare.
"Let's go." He Nian didn't want to wonder what he meant, so he made a way out.
"Leave the key."
Lin Fengzhuo got up slowly, his temples hurting so much. He saw the notebook in the carton, which recorded every emotion during the New Year greetings in the past five years. Every word in it became a needle, piercing his chest. .
Finally, a small piece of key was placed on the wooden table, and there was a soft "click" sound from the key ring.
The room was eerily quiet.
When he walked to the door, Lin Fengzhuo suddenly grabbed He Nian's wrist. The temperature on his fingertips was frighteningly cold. He Nian struggled for a moment and a bank card was placed in his palm.
"This is your two hundred thousand, it's not enough to tell me."
He thought He Nian would be moved, but in fact He Nian just looked at the card until he calmly said:
"The night I went to the villa, my father was critically ill."
Lin Fengzhuo's expression froze, and all the words he had yet to say were firmly stuck in his throat.
The bank card was thrown into the trash can, and He Nian raised his hand and closed the door.
The school is too far from Wutong Street. It takes an hour and a half to transfer to the bus every day. He plans to live on campus directly, but there is nothing to deal with.
The most important thing is some information, and the second is food and clothing. There are a few pairs of jeans that have been washed and faded hanging in the closet. They have even become rough. Next to them are short sleeves. The collar has become loose, leaving many tiny marks on the fabric. Two pairs of sneakers, worn and washed frequently, have become deformed and have serious creases on the soles of the feet.
He Nian picked and packed some, but the box was still mostly empty. He ran to the bedroom, found the pen from the drawer, and specially packed it in a box, so it was well protected.
Finally, the two small chinchilla table lamps were also installed, leaving only the pitiful big chinchilla on the bed.
I really can't take it with me.
After finishing the work at hand, Chu Xijin looked at the messages on his phone, frowned slightly, and dialed the phone directly.
Not long after, the car stopped downstairs. When Chu Xijin went upstairs, He Nian was fighting with the big box. He was so tired that a thin layer of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose before he closed it.
He exhaled and stood up. After squatting for too long, his brain was congested, and his vision went dark and he couldn't see anything. In a daze, he bumped into a hard chest, and his waist was stabilized by someone.
His eyes gradually became clearer, but half of his body was still numb. He Nian looked at his wrinkled suit, and then remembered that his hands were dirty. He pulled back his hands suddenly, feeling a little embarrassed:
"Sir, I have been squatting for too long..."
"Have you had dinner this afternoon?" Chu Xijin asked.
He Nian felt a little guilty for no reason, and muttered: "No, I'm not hungry yet."
"You have to eat something even if you're not hungry."
After Chu Xijin finished speaking, he glanced at the suitcase and asked him, "Is everything packed?"
"......Um."
"Then let's go."
Seeing the box being easily picked up by the man, He Nian failed to react for a moment.
"Sir, box, you don't need to take the box."
"It's far from school. I'll take you there when the time comes."
He Nian's heart skipped a beat. There were still several days until school started. Did your husband mean for him to live there directly? He was dizzy and stood there for a moment unresponsive.
Chu Xijin was silent for a moment, then looked back at him:
"What's wrong?"
He Nian looked up, looking confused: "I'll get something."
The small white suitcase was put into the trunk of the car. Chu Xijin stood under the streetlight and waited for a while, but no one came down. Just as he was about to make a move, the lights on the second floor went out.
The first thing I saw were the two big ears, which were swaying. He Nian was holding the Totoro doll, his movements were clumsy, and he carefully walked down the steps with his head tilted.
Chu Xijin couldn't help but laugh out loud, and at the same time he was a little relieved. He hugged the doll tightly in the New Year's greetings, and suddenly felt twice as embarrassed. He looked at the car, and then at the Totoro in his arms:
"Sir, can I take it away?"
"Can."
The smile on Chu Xijin's face did not diminish. He felt that the New Year greetings were too cute. Even if he couldn't pretend, he had to ask someone to take him away immediately.
As soon as he took the doll, he ran back in a messy manner.
This time I came down quickly, and I had a pot of carefully dressed strawberries in my hand.
Take the kitten home.