I am in love with myself

The adoptive parents got the news early the next morning. An Mu grabbed the high-speed rail to inform her. Originally, she wanted to drive home directly to announce the good news, but considering that Jian Yixi's body hadn't fully recovered, she had to let the adoptive parents Parents come over.

An Mu was very accurate, the tickets were booked for them, and they could go to the station to pick up the tickets as soon as they got the news, so as to shorten their anxious time as much as possible.

They took the car and rushed over before noon. When they arrived, An Mu had already left. She and Jian Yixi divided into two groups to perform their duties. Li, an expert who has treated illnesses in Xixi.

As soon as the adoptive mother met, she couldn't wait to pull Jian Yixi's hand up and down to check, and choked up when she didn't speak.

"Why...how did you lose so much weight?"

The adoptive father was a man after all, so he didn't cry, but his eye circles were also red.

Jian Yixi hugged her adoptive mother, smiled and sniffed, holding back tears in her eyes.

"In other words, don't you lose weight too?"

The adoptive father patted her thin shoulder, and said with difficulty: "It's hard to buy money to grow old and thin. It's just right for us to lose weight, but you are young..."

Before the adoptive father could finish speaking, the adoptive mother gave the adoptive father a hard look, tears almost fell out of her eyes.

Only then did the adoptive father realize that he had said something wrong, so he quickly shut up.

They didn't know the twists and turns, and when she was sick, they didn't dare to poke her sad things, and they would blame themselves if they mentioned it. It really became a taboo that couldn't be touched, and they were extremely sensitive.

Jian Yixi pretended not to notice, and didn't pick up their luggage, and walked out of the airport holding both of their arms.

The old couple endured the discomfort and went out with her. Even if the stomach cancer was not mentioned, how could they not worry about their daughter being alone in a foreign country?

These days, they have been having trouble sleeping and eating, always afraid that their precious daughter will die in a foreign country, and they will not sleep well at night. Fortunately, Jian Yixi has been secretly contacting them to let them relax, but Jian Yixi forbids them to tell anyone. In other words, this is his last wish.

The adoptive parents are honest people, especially Jian Yixi, in exchange for her baby lump that hurts to the bone, even if she feels sorry for An Mu, she gritted her teeth and insisted that Jian Yixi had never contacted them.

Along the way, except for driving, Jian Yixi's hand was always held by her adoptive mother, and she didn't let go when she entered the house.

Jian Yixi suppressed her sadness and forced a smile: "Mom, An Mu may not come back until later, please let me go and sit there for a while, I will cook for you."

Only then did the adoptive mother reluctantly let go of her hand, and while wiping her tears, she went to the kitchen

past.

"I'll cook, you rest, you haven't eaten mom's cooking for such a long time, think about it?"

"Then I'll do it with Mom."

"No, you can sit with your dad for a while."

The adoptive father suddenly said in a loud voice: "Don't grab any of you, I will do it."

"you do?"

The adoptive mother and Jian Yixi looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Yes, I do."

The adoptive father has never been in the kitchen for most of his life, and today he doesn't know where the sun came out. For the first time, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to cook by himself.

The adoptive mother worried: "Can you do it? Do you know how much rice is needed for a pot of porridge?"

The adoptive father did not know, but this did not hinder his determination.

"It's okay, it's simple, or you can direct me a little bit?"

The adoptive mother came all the way from home, and if she didn't say a few words of kindness to her daughter, why would she want to squeeze into the kitchen with him, a bad old man?

Furthermore, An Mu wasn't at home, so she couldn't let her daughter wait outside alone. She had been wandering alone for so long, and finally saw her relatives. How could she be left alone?

The adoptive mother felt sorry for her daughter, thinking about the tears that had just stopped rolling down again.

Knowing the daughter is not like the mother, but it's the same, Jian Yixi hurriedly said: "Then let's cook together? I really haven't cooked with Dad."

"Your body..."

"It's fine, much better."

The adoptive parents obviously didn't believe it. After all, they were almost skinny and out of shape. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't have anything to do with the word "good".

But they didn't say anything, and squeezed into the bathroom together. After all, they took the high-speed train all the way here, and it was dusty, and they could only cook after washing.

During the years when An Mu was in France, her adoptive parents would come here several times a year, and they were quite familiar with the way. They knew where to keep rice, noodles and vegetables in oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

The adoptive father rolled up his sleeves and began to wash and wash the rice under the command of the adoptive mother. Jian Yixi sat in a pot of warm water, and the adoptive mother picked up the carrots.

"This vitamin is rich and good for the body."

While talking, the adoptive mother took out several dishes from the refrigerator, talking about celery dietary fiber for a while, and beef high in protein for a while, and did not forget to say that millet nourishes the stomach.

"Huh~ Huh?!"

While picking out the vegetables, the adoptive mother suddenly stared, and all the celery leaves hit the adoptive father's back.

"What are you doing, old man?! You have so much money and no place to throw it away? If you ask you to wash rice, you will waste half of it for me? Do you think how much rice has leaked out?!"

The foster father poked his neck in embarrassment.

"Isn't this exchange slipping through the net? Not all of it slipping through."

"Then can you eat the ones that fall through the net? All pickled things flow down, not dirty.

dirty? "

"This...how dirty is this? Do you think it's the cement pool in our yard? This pool is clean."

"Clean? The toilet is so clean, why don't you pick up the cigarette butts that fall out of the toilet?"

"Aren't you arguing?"

"It's better for you not to be in charge of the spoon, but to help me. When I think it's okay, you will be in charge of the spoon yourself."

The adoptive mother could not help but squeeze the adoptive father away, and the adoptive father directly changed from a chef to an apprentice.

"Look at you bitch..."

"I can hold my nose and eat your cooking, can my daughter do it? At least you cook it once before you start."

The adoptive father fell silent.

The adoptive mother's yelling relieved everyone's melancholy to some extent, and the atmosphere finally eased up a little. At least there were no red eyes and tears.

An Mu came back before the meal was ready. Seeing that they were all crowded in the kitchen, she joined in.

The adoptive mother quickly waved her hand.

"Don't come here, don't get caught in the oily smoke, it will be fine here soon."

Three people, two stoves, one is cooking millet porridge, the other is frying vegetables, and the rice cooker is stuffed with white rice. In other words, only one person can operate the food when the ingredients are ready.

The adoptive father and Jian Yixi were already at the point of handing over soy sauce and a plate, and with An Mu, there was even less work to do.

But An Mu rolled up his sleeves and joined in.

The adoptive mother yelled "Plate" when the dishes were cooked, and the adoptive father on the right quickly raised his hand to take out the plate from the cabinet and put it over. The adoptive mother poured out the dishes and handed them to Jian Yixi on the left. Handed it to An Mu, An Mu brought it to the living room dining table and came back.

The meal was cooked happily, and the four of them ate happily together, and no one said anything unnecessary.

After tidying up the dishes and washing his hands, Jian Yixi and An Mu looked at each other. Instead of sitting on the sofa, they walked to the opposite side of the sofa, plop, plop, and knelt down.

The old couple just sat down after eating, and the rest quickly stood up.

"You, what are you two doing?"

Without saying a word, the two looked solemn, bowed their heads, and kowtowed first as if they were newlyweds.

The old couple hurriedly pulled them up, but both of them refused to get up.

The two bowed their heads and said in unison: "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

The adoptive parents glanced at each other, vaguely feeling that something had happened, and their hands were loosened.

The adoptive mother trembled: "Is... is it Xixi's illness... and... and..."

"Don't talk nonsense! Let the children speak for themselves!"

The adoptive father frowned and interrupted

Mother, subconsciously took out a cigarette, wanted to light it but didn't, and held it to her mouth with trembling hands.

"Just say anything, we can bear it."

Jian Yixi took a deep breath.

She thought she would not live for three years, so the fake marriage would not be revealed, but now it is different, she has a long time to live, this matter will be resolved sooner or later, she cannot hide it from them For the rest of my life, now is the best time to settle.

Jian Yixi adjusted her emotions, her black pupils were burning, she looked at her adoptive parents seriously and said, "There is something I have to tell you, but before I tell you, I hope you can listen to me tell a story."

The adoptive mother bowed her head and pulled her: "Let's listen! Listen! Get up quickly and let's talk on the sofa! You are in poor health, how cold the ground is!"

Jian Yixi wanted to insist, but her adoptive father suddenly said: "We won't listen until you get up."

Sure enough, Jiang was old and spicy, and in the end the two were dragged to the sofa instead.

An Mu said, "Before telling the story, you should read this first."

A stack of photocopies of medical records was handed over to the adoptive parents.

Most of the doctor's handwriting is "crazy", and the adoptive parents can't understand it, but they can understand the printed form, especially the word "normal" on the last gastroscopy form.

The adoptive father was shaking the cigarette in his mouth, and it took him a long time to utter a word.

"What... what does this mean? Xixi's illness is cured?"

Before the adoptive father was happy, the adoptive mother carefully discovered that the date was wrong.

"This date was last year, Xixi was diagnosed with stomach cancer this year, why are you showing us this?"

An Mu's long eyelashes drooped, and she said in a gentle voice, "Let Jian Yixi explain the rest."

Jian Yixi is the real darling of her adoptive parents, so it's more suitable for her.

Jian Yixi nervously grabbed An Mu's hand subconsciously, and An Mu held her back tightly. The warm palm seemed to have magical power, which instantly dispelled the tension and calmed down her emotions.

"This story is a bit long, no matter what the Arabian Nights I say, don't interrupt me, let me finish it in one breath, okay?"

The adoptive parents nod.

"A long time ago, there was a girl who lost her life when she was three years old. Fortunately, she met a kind couple..."

The author has something to say: You will not understand what I went through today, it was a disaster.

Not to mention, I will cry if I talk too much. This is what I managed to extract from the computer and upload it with my mobile phone.

Originally, this small episode was going to be written and updated, so I had to keep up with it first.

I think about how many articles to write in total, anyway, about 3 words.

Not much to say, my head is big now, good night.