I can't beat her

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was sunny.

Golden light poured down from the distant clouds.Ami was sitting at the table with a book in his hand, and his eyes were drawn to him when he felt the first ray of sunlight coming into the room in the morning. Although he did not forget to continue reciting the text, his eyes could no longer be drawn into the book.

When she first recovered, Ami was always too concerned about the changes in people, always thinking about who is good and who is bad, who is looking at her, and who is criticizing her.She was always struggling with the names and uses of unfamiliar objects.

After going through such an early stage, Ami returned to the curiosity she should have after having a pair of eyes.

This is probably the best day during the Spring Festival. Ami hesitated to recite the text, then hurriedly ran to each room and opened the curtains. When she ran into the room where Zhiqiu slept, she did not forget to throw herself on the quilt He rubbed his face against the pillow.

Fragrant, still has the taste of autumn.

Ami took a breath in satisfaction, then stuffed the pillow into the bed and hid it, thinking that this way the fragrance would not escape. In order not to let the fragrance escape, she was reluctant to sleep on this bed. She inhaled carefully every day. Take a bite and go to bed.

After finishing all this, Ami went back to the table and bowed her head to write. There were a pile of textbooks on the table, ranging from the first grade to the fifth grade. These were found by Chen Kuan for her. Chen Kuan always has many ways .

Sometimes Ami will find that although Chen Kuan is not as beautiful as Zhiqiu, he also knows a lot. He knows where to buy old furniture, where there are cheap restaurants, and he also knows the general process of signing up.

Although I don't know why, Ami feels that Chen Kuan is different from Zhiqiu. Chen Kuan is helping her, while Zhiqiu is taking care of her.So for Chen Kuan's help, Ami did not resist very much, and because someone worked hard with her, it made her a little happy.

After breakfast, Ami went to take a picture of the morning light by the window that was about to be moved away, and then sent it to Zhiqiu, saying good morning by the way.

Ami is now able to use the basic functions of WeChat almost freely, but because the word recognition response is still not fast enough, she can only read the news slowly, and Chen Kuan sent her a voice message.

"Ami, today is the Lantern Festival, we need to cook glutinous rice balls."

"I'm sorry, Ami, I have guests at home, so I can't go to spend the holiday with you. You have to be happy alone."

Then there is a red envelope.

From time to time, Chen Kuan would send some red envelopes, the amount was not large, but he told Ami that it was just to express his happiness and nothing else.

Ami didn't think much about it, and after receiving the red envelope, she caught up with Zhiqiu to say good morning to her.

"It's the Lantern Festival, how does Ami want to spend today?"

"I want to spend time with you." Ami replied without thinking, and at the same time sent all the change in WeChat as red envelopes to Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little surprised when he received the red envelope, Ami has already learned how to give out red envelopes.

"Ami, how about spending time with Xiaozhu and the others today? Zhiqiu has to go to work."

Putting down the phone, Ye Zhiqiu felt empty in his heart. Sometimes when he thought about it, she was not as good as an ordinary friend of Ami, who didn't even have time to accompany her and still had those unrealistic thoughts.She thought that maybe she could accompany Ami if she got off work on time at night, but at this moment, her mother walked in as if counting first.

Lin Lan didn't eavesdrop on Ye Zhiqiu's chat, but just remembered that today is Lantern Festival.

Based on what she knew about Ye Zhiqiu in the second half of last year, Ye Zhiqiu would always abandon his family regardless of the severity of the holidays and take care of Ami first. She was careful this time and came early to tell Ye Zhiqiu: "Grandpa, grandma, and the others will come to celebrate the festival today. You remember to come back early, I will ask the driver to pick you up."

Ye Zhiqiu put the phone on the table upside down, stroked his already neat long hair in front of the mirror and said, "No, I will drive myself."

"Then come back on time." Lin Lan looked away from the phone.Even though Ye Zhiqiu moved quickly, he was still one step too late.

Ye Zhiqiu’s mobile phone is basically what it looks like when you buy it. Except for installing some apps, the background pictures and desktop themes will not change much. Lin Lan, who likes to tinker with mobile phones, often laughs at her and tells her that she Neither is trendy.

Just now, Lin Lan noticed that the screen saver of Ye Zhiqiu's phone had been changed, and the color tone was completely different from the system's default initial interface. Even if Lin Lan just glanced at it, she could tell that the person smiling innocently in the photo was Ye Zhiqiu. Ami who would feel all kinds of headaches if she looked at it more than once.

Both mother and daughter stared at the phone at the same time, and finally stared at each other, silent for a few seconds.

Lin Lan repeated the old saying: "If you like it, you like it, you have to have a limit."

"If you're like her, yes, I'll turn a blind eye to whatever troubles you make."

As expected of her biological mother, Lin Lan's words were all thought and thought by Ye Zhiqiu in her heart, she continued: "Even if Ami is not a child who doesn't understand anything now, he still has some money in his hand, and he can take care of himself. It will burden you, but do you know what state she is in now?"

"Which girl nowadays doesn't shout love to movie stars every day, love this one today, love that tomorrow, who knows when she will become a fan and a fan again."

"For her who was once in the dark, everything she can see in the current world is like a meteor falling in front of her. Can you guarantee that you are really her only choice?"

Lin Lan remembered what Ami said in front of her last time, and remembered Ami's firm expression that she would love Zhiqiu for the rest of her life.Her eyelids drooped involuntarily, and her tone became much smoother: "Even if you have the patience to watch her grow, but she is only now, when you are at an age where you are sensible, sensible, and emotional, she is 27 years old. Well, you are 36 years old, Qiuer."

Ye Zhiqiu put away his phone.

She had thought about everything her mother said, and when she thought about it, her heart was just messy, but when her mother said it in a serious and orderly manner, her whole heart was instantly emptied.The empty kind of emptiness.

"I know." Ye Zhiqiu only said this, and then went out, walked into the large sun, and let the pale spots engulfed him.

The reason why people have to work is probably to get rid of the broken things in life.

After the two operations, Ye Zhiqiu felt much more relaxed physically and mentally. She was obsessed with every surgical detail, every pathological inference, and the treatment method of every tissue lesion.Any of these can make her instantly calm and confident.

The nurses I met in the corridor still greeted her and called her Doctor Ye affectionately.

"Doctor Ye, your little cook is here again." It was Damei who spoke. Because of Director Liu, she applied to be transferred to the medical guidance desk and did not enter the operating room anymore. Seeing Ye Zhiqiu, she blinked her eyes, Intentionally approaching Ye Zhiqiu: "Apart from the instant noodles twice, this is the second time I've come to deliver meals."

Ye Zhiqiu is usually too serious, and only realized when he heard the instant noodles, Damei was saying that Ami is here.

Little cook.

Thinking of this title, the corners of Ye Zhiqiu's lips kept twitching uncontrollably.

Ami’s surgery was performed in the hospital. Since there were various rumors about her on the Internet during that time, many nurses also knew her story to some extent. Naturally, they knew her, and when they saw her in the hospital, they would take the initiative to smile and say hello.

Along the way, some people even took pictures of her and took pictures with her.

The first two times, Ami didn't pay much attention, she only thought about Zhiqiu. This time, Ami walked in slowly when she had more time. When someone called her, she would politely stop and take a photo with them.

Why did this happen? Many nurses still knew her name and asked her if she came to see Zhiqiu.

Thinking about it, Ami lay down happily, with her chin resting on the back of her hand, her eyes staring straight at the glutinous rice balls in front of her, and her eyes narrowed slightly.Zhiqiu must have mentioned me to them and praised me.

One step, two steps, three steps... Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a white coat, with his hands in his pockets, and moved softly behind Ami.She could see the slight bulge of Ami's cheeks, and guessed that Ami was smiling now.

Ye Zhiqiu's hand lightly covered Ami's eyes to confirm this. Ami was smiling originally, and her eyebrows were curved, but when she touched her hand, the curvature of the eyebrows became more obvious.

She bent down, lowered her head, smelled the fragrance of Ami's bun and whispered, "Didn't you tell me not to cook for me again?"

"No cooking." Ami shook her head, then raised her hand to touch Zhiqiu's face, intending to continue the game to the end: "Let me guess who you are."

Stupid or not.

The two laughed, and Ye Zhiqiu grabbed Ami and took off the hand that was groping her face for inspection.

Although the dishes I cooked last time were very simple, Ami still hurt her hand. This is probably the pain that every beginner in cooking must go through.It can be seen that Qiu couldn't bear Ami to suffer for her, so she didn't allow Ami to cook for her anymore.

I was obedient yesterday, why did I do it again after a day.

After checking it again, Ye Zhiqiu found that there were only two scars from the day before yesterday, and there were no scratches or burns, but the fingers were obviously different.

"What did you do today?" Ye Zhiqiu compared Ami's left and right hands, and found that the fingers of his left hand were obviously red and swollen. Then he opened the box on the table and it was clear at a glance.

The box contained steaming glutinous rice balls on one side and cucumbers filled with red peppers on the other.

Ami withdrew the fiery hand from Zhiqiu's hand and carried it behind her back, still a little proud: "Just now I asked Nurse Damei to try a piece of cucumber, and she said I did well."

Ami was afraid of spicy food, so she couldn't stand it even a little bit, and couldn't feel whether it was delicious or not, so she had to ask Damei to taste it secretly at the doctor's desk.

The taste is quite good, Zhiqiu also admitted, but when she thought of Damei eating a piece first, she felt a little awkward: "Next time, don't just give the food you made to others."

"You..." Ye Zhiqiu suddenly thought of Chen Kuan again.That kid often goes to Ami's place, has he eaten the meals made by Ami?

It's just that Chen Kuan's name came to her lips, and Ye Zhiqiu felt weird again. Why did she always care about a boy? Help me."

Ami didn't want it, she took out her mobile phone.

All the interfaces of Ami’s mobile phone are Zhiqiu’s photos, including the input method interface. Seeing her fingers poking around her body, Ye Zhiqiu’s body also jumped in several places.

"Chen Kuan taught me how to order takeaway." Ami showed Zhiqiu a demonstration, then put away her phone, imitating Zhiqiu's usual way of teaching her and said: "It's not that what you buy is good, Ami will feel happy cooking for Zhiqiu, which cannot be replaced by ordering takeaway."

Ami tilted her head and smiled, stretched out her hand and scratched the bridge of Ye Zhiqiu's nose: "Got it, Xiao Zhiqiu."

The author has something to say: Where is your little leather whip?Why don't you whip me hard, Jiageng, have you fallen in love with another big, say her name! ! !No, I don't believe that there is an author in this world who has thicker skin and can withstand whipping better than me.