together for a moment

The results of several examinations in a row tended to be optimistic. After a minor operation and observation for a few days, Tang Qing was discharged from the hospital a week later as scheduled.

During the hospitalization, Zhao Yimu asked for leave to accompany her in the hospital. The atmosphere was not very good. When the two were alone, Tang Qing had a calm face. All Zhao Yimu could do was serve tea, serve meals, peel fruits, and carefully write down the doctor's orders , Turn on the TV during the day to make some sounds in the ward. If something interesting happened to be played, he would try to talk to his mother, but Tang Qing didn't appreciate it. He couldn't make her smile no matter what he said or what program he watched. Zhao Yimu knew This time it really broke my mother's heart, no matter how indifferent he was, he had to hold on.

The atmosphere in the ward improved only when Uncle Zhang came to visit. Uncle Zhang is definitely the hot guy among the elderly. No one pays attention to him. He can talk and laugh for three to 10 minutes by himself, and start exercising in the park in the morning. The small gossip in the circle, talking about the rise and fall of chicken, crow and fish meat prices in the market, and even the reasons for the quarrel between the proprietress and the proprietress of the breakfast pancake shop, can be said in the last round. To increase the temperature in the ward.

"You, the class monitor, haven't come to the park for a few mornings to fight boxing. Everyone is starting to be lazy." Uncle Zhang took out the crisper and heat preservation jars from the bag one by one.

"It's only an hour of boxing, so where can I be lazy?" Knowing that he had prepared soup and snacks, Tang Qing was quite sorry, "What did you bring here? Just say don't bother, there are meals in the hospital. "

"I don't think you like that meal. Every time you eat it, it's like chewing wax." Uncle Zhang opened the thermos, and the aroma of fresh fish soup permeated immediately, "Even if you eat it, you will have indigestion."

"Listen to your nonsense, it doesn't all go to the stomach," Tang Qing's eyes drifted into the thermos, but he kept muttering, "Eating is for calorie intake. It doesn't matter if it's good or not. Anyway, it’s only a matter of seconds before the food is chewed and passed through the throat.”

"Of course it matters whether it tastes good or not!" Uncle Zhang retorted loudly. He first served Tang Qing a bowl of fresh fish soup before he began to discuss his point of view, "Eating delicious food will make you happier. If you are happy, your whole body will have vitality , the sickness of vitality will heal quickly, this is closely related. Mumu, can you have a bowl too?"

"Uh...I don't need it, drink more." Zhao Yimu said.

"You mother and son have the same awkward temperament," Uncle Zhang gave him another bowl, "I added a little sesame oil to this soup, it's not good for Tang Tang to drink too much, you have to share a bowl."

After saying this, Zhao Yimu no longer refused, took the fish soup and drank it,

"Old Zhang, your craftsmanship is really amazing. The freshness and sweetness of the fish are all brought out," Tang Qing curled her lips and sighed, "You are right, you will be happier eating delicious food, I am just stupid and Rigid, earnestly follow the rules in everything, in the end neither happy nor exchanged for anything good.”

When Zhao Yimu put down the bowl and chopsticks, he lost his appetite.

"Now it's time to be happy," Uncle Zhang ate happily while scooping up the bottom of the pot in the thermos. "At our age, we don't know how many years we can live. Every day we are happy, we earn money. And you still have Mu Mu. , I’ve watched this kid for 20 years, and I really have nothing to fault.”

"Hmph." Tang Qing disagreed.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll take these things out and wash them, you guys talk." Zhao Yimu wanted to go out to get some air.

"Don't contact that kid secretly, do what you promised me." Tang Qing reminded him sharply before he was about to leave the ward.

"Mom, I understand, don't worry." Zhao Yimu gently closed the door of the ward.

"How did you say Mumu became like this, liking men? I feel sick when I think about it." As soon as the door closed, Tang Qing couldn't wait to tell Uncle Zhang the doubts in his heart, "I've been thinking about it these days, you say Could this be a disease? Or is it possessed by some kind of demon?"

"I'm telling my opinion and you're going to say I'm making sarcastic remarks," Uncle Zhang glanced at her with a smile, "I don't follow your way."

"Hey, don't play tricks, I can only discuss this matter with you, the more I think about it, the more confused I am." Tang Qing was very anxious.

"Men like men..." Uncle Zhang wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and sat down beside Tang Qing's bed. "There are not many such cases, but they have happened since ancient times. I think...you are so rare."

"Since ancient times? You mean Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty who has a habit of breaking sleeves? What does that have to do with me!" Tang Qing laughed angrily.

"Hey, don't get excited when we chat, or I won't talk about it." Uncle Zhang poured a cup of tea for Tang Qing and himself, "You don't need to talk about the ancients, just my own experience, when I was a teenager, I was in the army I've seen a couple of them too."

"How many couples have you seen?" Tang Qing looked disgusted, "Don't you feel sick looking at it?"

"At that time, there were two comrades in the platoon I was in. They were very iron, and iron was nothing. The teenage Mao Touqing could be iron with anyone. But later, someone saw them hugging and hugging in a quilt, and the story spread. Come." Uncle Zhang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and continued: "At first everyone, including me, thought it was fucking disgusting, bullying, spat, and everything came, but then the war/fire came to the fore, and no one cared about it Such a small thing."

Whenever Uncle Zhang talks about things on the battlefield, his eyes are always filled with sadness and contentment, "Then one night we wanted to attack the top of the mountain. Even if we chose a dark night with no stars and no light, the enemy would still be condescending and occupying Taking advantage, everyone knows that this time is a narrow escape, and the teeth and knees are trembling uncontrollably."

"While ambushing in the woods, those two guys were squatting in the grass behind me, and I heard one say to the other, 'Let's tick off, live for each other, don't die for each other, remember I love you That’s good.” Uncle Zhang smiled slightly, “I heard that I was envious at the front. If you have a companion, you will not be lonely in life or death. So what about men and women? The point is those three words.”

"I love you." Uncle Zhang amusingly imitated the actors in the TV series, speaking these three words slowly and carefully.

Tang Qing laughed out loud, "It's really funny to hear a white-haired old man say that!"

Uncle Zhang laughed along indifferently, just as Zhao Yimu returned to the ward with the clean dishes, he opened the door when he was stopped by the long-lost laughter.

"Mu Mu, come in, what are you doing standing there," Uncle Zhang called him, took the stack of cutlery and put it in the bag, raised his hand and said, "You have a good rest, I'm leaving."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" Tang Qing called to Uncle Zhang, and turned his gaze to the thermos before he turned his head, "Fish soup is delicious."

"I'll bring you another fish tomorrow." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

After Tang Qing was discharged from the hospital, Zhao Yimu sold his leave and went back to work in the company. Regarding the mountain of to-do documents piled up on his desk, he actually felt a sense of almost masochistic excitement. If he had something to do, he would not miss Nick all the time. Morphine, use the notes and numbers to ease the pain, let the time pass in each document, so that you don’t have to suffer back and forth feeling sorry for Mom or sorry for Nick every minute and every second.

At noon, Zhao Yimu ordered a bento to settle a meal at the seat. After the meal, he went to the coffee shop to buy energy for work in the afternoon as usual. The winter sun was shining today, and there were small vendors selling scones on the street. I don’t know if it was the sun shining on his face The smell of scones and wheat in the air is still familiar. Zhao Yimu thought of the fragments in India, the Taj Mahal and the Ganges, the weight machine and the milk tea stand on the side of the road. He was afraid to think of these irreversible fragments. I can't bear to forget.

As soon as he bought the coffee, he turned around and saw Lin Zongpei walking towards him, joking with other people, his smile faltered when he glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and quickly looked away again.

Zhao Yimu didn't dodge or hide, he raised his chin slightly and walked past them, bright and open, except for Tang Qing, his love didn't need to care about anyone's eyes.

Before leaving work, Zhao Yimu put the progress of all the work at hand into a table and knocked on the supervisor's door. The supervisor was obviously busier than him. When he said please come in, he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the documents for a second until he handed over the worksheet and said With the willingness to resign, the supervisor's thoughts turned from the case at hand, and he asked him why in fatigue and surprise.

Zhao Yimu was very curious about how many people in this world would tell their boss the real reason when they resigned. He avoided the main reason and claimed that this time his mother was ill and let him take a break to spend time with his family.

In the normal process of resignation, the supervisor will always talk about condolences, and this one is no exception. After confirming that Zhao Yimu did not want to use resignation as a means of raising salary, the supervisor seemed to understand that he had made up his mind, "Well, I am very sure of your performance. , I hope to continue to work with someone like you who has a fast mind and a fast pace. But if this is your decision, I will also bless you."

Afterwards, we talked about work handover. The supervisor hoped that he would receive the bonus he deserved for a year of hard work before the Chinese New Year, and the business could be completely handed over.

Zhao Yimu breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the office building after get off work. Now he owed no one to anyone. He lowered his head slightly and tucked half of his face into the scarf, which was a couple's scarf with Nick.Zhao Yimu wanted to walk slowly on the way home, letting himself miss him in the warmth of the scarf.

Compared to Zhao Yimu, Nick doesn't have the leeway to be sad and sad. Debt is like a car chasing him. He can't turn back or slow down, and he rushes forward every day.

In the end, Brother Li failed to introduce his fellow real estate brokers. After all, the year-end approaching is the time when all the salesmen are busiest to improve their performance, and no one wants to bring a newcomer to tie their hands and feet at this time.

"Otherwise, let's go to my friend's orchestra first," Brother Li recently quit smoking, funny with a lollipop in his mouth as a consolation, "It's not a well-known symphony orchestra, it's a case for some banquets and concerts The one that serves as an accompanist, there are so many end-to-end banquets in this season, and you can make a lot of money in a month, and you don’t need to adjust to your professional counterpart. Although it’s not stable, it’s okay to deal with emergencies, how about it?”

Nick fully agreed and didn't bother to pick and evaluate too much, because there were other things bothering him.

Mama Du is always taken care of by Aunt Liu, a regular care worker during the day. Aunt Liu is quick and straightforward, and she is also a fellow of Mama Du, so she speaks a little more kindly. Nick himself has a gentle temper and is not a harsh subject. Son, the cooperation between the two parties is very pleasant, and Nick is also very relieved. I didn't expect that there would be a mistake in this kind of trust.

Before Mama Du developed from a cold to a lung infection, Nick thought it was caused by a lack of body resistance, until he did not work as a real estate agency, and went to the hospital one day during the day, and found his mother wrinkled eyebrows tossing and turning on the bed, her face was blue and she was breathing. There was a loud noise, and Nick ran to the medical staff in a panic, only to find out that no one had patted his mother's sputum all day, and Aunt Liu was not around at all.

Nick is very angry that Aunt Liu failed his trust, and even more angry that he used inhumane carelessly. How long has this been the case?Why didn't mom say a word.

Aunt Liu apologized to him with eyes full of snot, saying that because his daughter-in-law had just given birth recently, the baby couldn't find a suitable nanny, and he went back to help occasionally, but he didn't know that it would cause such serious consequences.

Things have happened, and I can only rejoice that they are still in the salvageable stage. Nick didn't bother to blame, and gave Aunt Liu a good salary. He was a little emotionally clean, and when he trusted, he completely trusted him. Once he was let down, he would never look back.

Aunt Liu is gone, and Nick will take care of him in the hospital for a few days. When there are performances or tutoring, he will ask temporary care workers to help, but this is not a long-term situation. There is no one he can trust. After getting off the bus, I rode as fast as flying, and I was afraid that when I arrived at the hospital, I would see my mother left alone in the ward.

This day I was an accompanist for a music show, and it was eleven o’clock in the evening when I got back to the hospital, which was beyond the time agreed with the temporary care worker. Nick gave him more money to take a taxi home, but the other party was still not very happy, and kept muttering "" I don’t have much money and I won’t pick up in the future.” Pu Chi Pu Chi stomped away.

Nick went back to the ward, sat on the edge of his mother's bed and gently pressed his face on the back of her hand. He was so tired that he didn't have any thoughts, and closed his eyes to rest in the smell of his mother.

The phone vibrated unrelentingly in his pocket, Nick glanced at the screen and sighed, walked out of the ward to answer the phone: "Brother?"

"Are you resting?" Lian Jueliang whispered in a low voice, "It's nothing, I'll ask if you're okay there? If you need help, just ask."

Maybe it was too long and too weak to walk alone, Nick leaned against the pale wall outside the ward, unable to resist Lian Jueliang's hand extended to him.