High point

Su Ling propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, stepping on the extremely comfortable and soft white blanket and staring blankly for a while.

First I feel hungry, then I have no energy.

He clenched his fist and let it go.

I probably understand what it means to be sick, but now it's completely different from yesterday's restless and uncomfortable situation... Wait? !yesterday?

His brain, which was still immersed in the comfortable environment just now, was working quickly.

Yesterday I went to the airport to see off my sister-in-law, and then...meet Mr. Huo, and was persuaded by him, got into his car, and...a vague shadow...it seemed that someone was taking care of me.

To be precise, it's not that I don't have no impression. When I think of it in my head, there are some almost warm fragments, but they can't be put together completely.

Then... This is Mr. Huo's house? (Because Su Ling originally asked Mr. Huo to take him to the hospital, but this is obviously not a hospital, nor Su Ling's own room. It must be Mr. Huo's private house.)

Then... This is Mr. Huo's room? (Su Ling is not new to the world. After all, no family would decorate an ordinary guest room to such an extent. It is obvious that someone lives here often. Judging from the size, it is likely to be the master bedroom.)

Then...he slept with Mr. Huo for another night? (When he got up just now, the half of the bed was still warm, and the quilt looked like it had been slept in by someone last night and then lifted at random. It was obvious that someone had slept in it just now.)

His eyes drifted to the clean set of clothes on the bedside, and he remembered how badly he needed a hot shower.

Forget it, since it's already troublesome, I'm not afraid to trouble it again.

He picked up his clothes and walked up the small steps. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the painting on the wall, but immediately froze, this... can't it be true?

He frowned slightly looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar painting on the wall.

This is not a painting suitable for hanging in a bedroom.

Or pretending not to know is more appropriate.

After a while, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom on the right.

After 10 minutes, he came out of the bathroom fully dressed. It was completely different from the one that didn't fit well at the sister-in-law's friend. The clothes fit very well, and the color was what he often wore; With new towels, toothbrushes and razors; Su Ling couldn't help but marvel at the care and consideration of the big family.

He took the phone and keys from the cabinet.

Even though it was morning, it was very quiet except for the occasional chirping of birds outside.

It's like a garden scene with singing birds and fragrant flowers unfolding in front of you.

I was really a little confused yesterday, and I have no memory of where I went.

What about Mr. Huo?How should I thank him?

When opening the door, Su Ling was thinking about this question.

I don't know if he got up early like last time and went out to work or was at home.

After all, it is already eight o'clock.

When Su Ling walked out of the bedroom, he realized that this bedroom was in an excellent location, it was the most central room in the south, no wonder it was so big and so quiet.

Seeing a young girl in an apron wiping things, Su Ling smiled at her, and she smiled quietly: "Good morning, sir." Then she put down the things in her hands and went downstairs.

Su Ling also followed her route.

When the place downstairs was fully visible from the stairs, Su Ling understood that it was a villa.

Garden old villa.When his eyes flicked over the splendid garden outside the large vertical window and the ceiling carvings that looked very old, he corrected himself.

As soon as he walked downstairs, an old man in his sixties walked in, with a kind face, wearing a dark blue suit, walking vigorously, followed by the young girl just now.The old man explained a few words to the girl, and then smiled and said to Su Ling: "Mr. Su, are you awake? I am the housekeeper here. My surname is Li. Just call me Lao Li." Neither humble nor overbearing, quite old-fashioned old butler demeanor.

Su Ling nodded to him: "Hello, Lao Li, I was too annoying yesterday." He looked around, "Where's Mr. Huo? Have you gone out?"

Lao Li said: "Master, he is in the study. I asked A Ling to tell him. The master told me that if you wake up, I will let you have some breakfast first."

Su Ling said: "Don't bother, I'm fine. I just want to say goodbye to Mr. Huo. I'm really sorry I caused you trouble yesterday. I should go."

Lao Li said: "Mr. Su, don't worry. Your body just needs to eat something to gain strength. The recipe has been ordered. The doctor said that it is better for you to eat lightly for the next two days. If you eat lightly, please bear with me. "

Su Ling said: "Old Li, since this is the case, then fine. I'll wait for Mr. Huo by the way."

Lao Li said: "The sun is very good today. Mr. Su, you go to the garden and have a sit. I will have someone bring you breakfast later."

Su Ling said, "Thank you. Okay."

When I went outside, I realized that the garden was not so beautiful.

There are bright red flowers, half-height small shrubs, and a moderate amount of vines. The ground is green grass, and a curved cobblestone road has been opened up, giving a feeling of deep winding paths.

The flowers and plants in the garden are not only well trimmed, but more importantly, they have a kind of unadorned beauty.

The entire garden is in the shape of a crescent surrounding the house. The north corner is an obvious place for people to rest, not in a place where the sun is very strong. There is a swing, an ivory white table and a few chairs.

There is a separate swimming pool in the back, which is not very big, but it is a luxury.

The branches of the tall ancient camphor tree just extend into the inner space of the wall, forming a unique shade.

A wicker chair and a half-closed parasol stood next to it.

It's quite summery.

This garden is not at the same level as the small courtyard in Su Ling's childhood memory, but it made Su Ling feel familiar.

The sun is really good today, and some light casts mottled shadows through the branches and leaves.

Su Ling stood quietly in a corner of the garden, looking up at this tall camphor tree.

I have to go back to work today.

A lot has happened in the past two days.

By the way, President Huo will come later and ask him about the consultation.

I don't want to bother others, especially him, but I have been troubled again and again.

I don't know how to repay the favor.

Favors are really terrible things, especially those that cannot be measured by quantitative money and real objects.

I always feel that I owe a lot.

"Little Ling."

Suddenly someone called him from behind.

Su Ling felt shocked in his heart, turned around - and saw a tall and straight figure not far away, because of the backlight, his face was unclear.

But that feeling... that feeling... Su Ling was lost for a moment.

The figure standing still quietly made a low and sweet call.

"Su Ling."

Seeing that Su Ling was still standing there, Huo Siwei called out again.

— just changed the name.

Maybe I heard it wrong, it was obviously Su Ling. "I'm here." Su Ling replied softly, he already knew who this person was, and he walked over slowly.

Gradually approaching, the face that had just been hidden in the shadows gradually became clear.

"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, the garden is very beautiful." Su Ling stood still in front of him and said softly.

"Well. Are you feeling better?" Mr. Huo looked at him standing in the sun, with calm ripples in his eyes.

Su Ling smiled and nodded.

Mr. Huo said: "Let's go eat something together." He made a gesture of invitation behind his back.

The so-called "light" breakfast surprised Su Ling.

Dried shredded chicken porridge with shiitake mushrooms, a little green onion, the chicken has probably been processed, there is no oil in the porridge, it is not greasy at all, shiitake mushrooms and chicken are really Su Ling's favorite.

The slight heat rising from the dark pattern bone china bowl is even more touching.

Mr. Huo ate the same food as him, and said, "Don't be in a daze, eat while it's hot."

Su Ling nodded, picked up the spoon, and stirred some scallions. The shiitake mushrooms and chicken shreds that were looming in the off-white porridge really made the index finger move.

This is also his little habit. Before eating porridge, he always likes to stir it with a spoon. It seems that stirring this bowl of porridge is unique, and it is a way for him to express his love.

The heat of the porridge in the mouth is just right, not hot at all; the thick and moderate rice grains are combined with the delicious rice soup, plus the vegetable flavor of mushrooms, and the meaty aroma of chicken. The test of cooking skills, the more homely the dishes, the more effort is required to reflect the extraordinary in the ordinary.

In fact, Su Ling didn't spend much time eating at home since he was a child.

Both parents are busy at work, my mother often works three shifts, and my father has countless entertainments.

When I was in elementary school, the food at home was all cooked by the nanny. The nanny is from Hunan, and the cooking taste is quite strong, while Su Ling prefers lighter tastes; Su Ling really had no position to tell his parents about this dissatisfaction.

After middle school, Su Ling often went out with her elder brother to have tooth festivals, trying to accommodate her taste. Although she could occasionally eat something she liked, it was only this time, and the next time it would be in a different place; when she grows up, Su Ling also began to follow his father to participate in some social gatherings among friends. The food in the big hotel was the same, but he couldn't tell the feeling at all after eating for a few hours. Su Ling gradually got used to it.

When I went to university, I was busy with schoolwork, and they were basically cafeterias. Su Ling found many places to go out by herself. From then on, whenever I met a family that I thought was good, I would always think about eating, and would not think about other things. places, whether cheap or expensive.Several times, the girlfriend from the university complained that she always eats the whole family, and then Su Ling was inconvenient and reluctant.

In fact, Su Ling is very eager to eat what he likes often. This should be the wish of most people.

But it's a pity that none of Su Ling's girlfriends is good at cooking. Su Ling wanted to rely on himself, but he was too busy with work, so he didn't have much time to study cooking, but He is not a person who doesn't touch green onions with his fingers, and he can still cook a few dishes.

In his future plans, after the age of 35, when his career has a certain foundation, he will start a family and live a semi-reclusive life. It is not bad to be able to study cooking with two people at home. As for children, he is not prepared. The main thing is that he feels that he is not suitable to be a father.

Why?He couldn't tell the exact reason.

I just think that children can't increase happiness for him, but they are a kind of fetter.

Since he was a child, he had had enough of the neglect brought about by his parents' busy work, and he didn't want his children to become like this.

As I said before, Su Ling actually doesn't have a very optimistic vision of the world in his heart, nor is he a warm person.

There are some things that he just wants to deal with simply, whether they are related to him or not.