A Love Letter to Ome from One Thousand and One Nights

Among the next generation, Gu Mingcheng's favorite is Xie Jiaqi, the niece who not only inherited all of his sister's beauty, but also is a little more calm than her, young and mature. He always thought that if Jiaqi was his niece Alright, she must study medicine. In the future, Baobuqi will be the master of Xinglin, inheriting the mantle of the old man and him, and helping the world by hanging the pot.However, the elder sister married Xie Mu, an Ermu, a businessman who valued profits and neglected parting. The elder sister often stayed alone in her empty boudoir, which was fine. She also caused such a good seedling like Jiaqi to inherit her father's business in the future. Walking on the road can not but be regarded as the first of the three major regrets in life.Even so, seeing her was still full of joy, after dinner, the driver was not allowed to take her, and he drove Jiaqi back to her nest in person, and suddenly heard Jiaqi answering the phone halfway, answering "Yes" and "Yes", listening There was a female voice on the other side of the movement, she couldn't help being curious, and asked with a smile: "Hey, is that the girl you took to check that time? That, dyslexia?"

Jiaqi said it was her, and added: "She is much better, thanks to uncle's help."

Gu Mingcheng asked: "How good is it?"

Jiaji told the truth, saying that he was able to write a manuscript and publish it, and his achievements have also improved a lot.

Mingcheng smiled: "Oh, that's very uplifting."

Jiaqi said to her uncle again that instead of going home, she would go to another place instead.

The two people in the ward said that all, but Lin Weimian didn't dare to leave.

She was afraid that Duran would be weak due to his illness, and that many unsatisfactory things would come together, and for a while, she thought of dying.Dulan turned his back to her, and she retreated to a corner farther away from the hospital bed, and turned on her phone to check for messages.When she came to the hospital in the evening, her mobile phone was out of battery. When the patient's condition stabilized, she asked Dr. Chu, who received the emergency department, to borrow a charger.He seemed to be Dulan's original attending physician, he knew her situation inside out, and he was very enthusiastic - not only lent her things, but also gave her a big apple for free, telling her to go to him if she had anything to do.

The phone was turned on, and it was nine o'clock Beijing time.Lin Weimian thought to himself, calling at night to say that Dulan's illness is unavoidably implying that she is in a critical condition. I'm afraid it will scare her mother, so instead of contacting Aunt Ge directly, she went to her father and said it was Dulan. Not too comfortable, let him come over when he has time.

Lin Cixin sent a WeChat message saying that he had already passed the toll booth at the intersection of the Jinshi Expressway.

Lin Weimian looked at the top dialog box again, but Jiaqi didn't send any new news.When she made the phone call and confessed to Jiaqi earlier, she felt that she might be unhappy, because she concealed the truth from her at first, lied that she was writing at home, but quietly ran out to meet the person she told her to stay away from, and when she was about to be discovered, "I had no choice but to tell the whole story. If Jiaqi had treated her like this, she would probably explode, but Jiaqi didn't know where her patience came from, so she just quietly expressed that she knew.

She is very afraid that Jiaji will be quiet now. Jiaji has never been angry with her, but people are not sages, and it is impossible not to fluctuate in emotions. I am afraid that she will hold back and accumulate in a certain corner of her heart, becoming a torment similar to a chronic disease.

She leaned against the wall and hugged her chest, frowning a little distracted.There was a knock on the door of the ward, and she leaned out half of her body to see that it was Lin Ci, who was busy with the world, wearing casual clothes, a brown peaked cap, and a little gray on his temples.He came in quietly, nodded to Lin Weimian, and pointed to the back figure lying there wrapped in a quilt on the hospital bed.Lin Weimian also nodded.

The two were like secret agents, and when they came to the corridor, Lin Weimian said first, "Dad, I'll leave this to you. I have class tomorrow, so I can't watch over her all night."

Lin Ci nodded: "You've done a good job. Just contact me. The last time Shuzhen asked her to go back, she refused and said some exaggerated words. The mother and daughter are now very stiff."

Lin Weimian was silent for a while, and said: "It's normal for two people to disagree. Don't worry too much." He also felt that such words were not painful or itchy, saying it was equivalent to not saying it, so he shut his mouth and stopped making a sound.

On the contrary, Lin Ci still had something to say: "I just came here and saw Jiaqi is down there, why are you...she is not here to accompany you, but in the cold wind below?"

Lin Weimian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, a gust of wind rushed through his mind, as if a typhoon had passed through, all assumptions collapsed.

For some reason, the elevator was stuck on the eighth floor. She frantically pressed the down button several times, but she still couldn't wait, and hurried to the emergency exit.He ran downstairs as if he was dying, almost sprained his foot, and when he arrived outside the hall, he saw Jiaqi Yu standing there from a distance, wearing a long black windbreaker, the corners of which fluttered in the wind, like a black flag melting into the black night , what attracted attention was her snow-white face, which was unreasonably beautiful under the starry night sky.Lin Weimian rushed over, shot into her arms like an arrow, reached her neck with both hands, and whimpered.

Jiaqi's shoulders and arms were a little sore from the impact, but she was no longer surprised by Lin Weimian's passionate outbursts, and let her hang on her body like a koala, raising her hand to stroke the soft satin-like long hair at the back of her head .

"Xie Jiaqi, you idiot." It took Lin Weimian a long time to hold back such a sentence.

Jiaji is speechless.

"Aren't you angry with me?" Lin Weimian withdrew, but still hooked her neck with her hands, her eyes glistened, her tone was sour and disgusted, "Why are you so stupid? You idiot!"

Jiaqi said: "I am No.1."

Lin Weimian laughed out of anger, and rubbed her face against her shoulders, her meaning was obvious, if she was stupid, then the remaining 2000 people in No. 1 Middle School were even more stupid.Who said Xie Jiaqi couldn't tell jokes?People are super powerful, okay?After calming down for a while, Lin Weimian asked seriously: "No.[-], how long have you been here?"

No.1 said: "Just came."

But obviously this sentence is nonsense.Because Lin Weimian held her in his arms, his whole body was cold, and it was obvious that he had been hit by the cold wind for a long time.It's smart to say that it's smart, but it's really stupid to be stupid. It's fine to be a lover in silence, and I don't know how to cherish myself, so I find a shelter from the wind and stand there.However, she turned her head and glanced upstairs by accident, and there were yellow lights shining through the window panes, because this side happened to be the bathroom of the ward, and the lights in the bathroom were all yellow lights. It's not as cold as it was when I was in it, it's a little warm.In an instant, she realized that Jiaqi might want to look at the light from here, just like looking at her.

My mouth is sour, and it hurts.Lin Weimian didn't want to let go of the idiot, so he put his arms around her waist and walked her forward: "Go home." He deliberately pulled her to walk quickly, hoping to exercise for a while, speed up blood circulation, and dispel the cold.Passing by a 24-hour convenience store, I saw a woman in a dark green coat leaning against the door, holding a cigarette between two fingers, smoking happily in the cold wind.

Lin Weimian felt that Jiaqi's hands were still cold, so she dragged her into the shop to buy hot drinks.When the smoking woman inhaled, her eyes narrowed deeply, she was full of coquettishness, and when the two of Jiaji passed by, she deliberately sprayed a large amount of white smoke at them and let out giggling sounds.

Lin Weimian asked for hot milk, inserted a straw and handed it to Jiaqi, looking at her eagerly.

Jiaqi had dinner with her uncle and grandfather, because her grandfather said she was thin, so she ate more than usual today.But the girlfriend could not refuse her kindness, so she stretched out her hand, held her wrist, took a sip from her hand, and rolled her eyes: "It's delicious."

"Drink it all." Lin Weimian sent her off, very anxious--to keep the root of the disease in the cold.

So Jiaqi obediently held her hand and drank it in small sips.

Gu Mingcheng heard that Jiaqi said that he was going to the hospital, and was afraid that she would feel unwell, so he asked again and again, and said no, he was looking for someone.After being urged by her to leave, the car drove away for a while and then quietly drove back, hiding in the shadows, sitting there with numb legs, suddenly seeing the dyslexic rush out, hugging and touching Jiaqi, kissing her dearly Terrible; at this time through the glass window, I saw two people holding hands and feeding again, and the alarm bells started to ring in my heart.I wanted to watch it again, but I was afraid of what I would see again, which further confirmed the conjecture in my heart, so I ran away in the car.

When he arrived at the door of Xie's house, he wiped his forehead, which was full of sweat.After entering the house, the old man had already fallen asleep. In the huge living room, only Xie Mu was still sitting there, smoking a cigar carefully.In front of him were cigar cutters and cigarette cases.Er Mumu wanted to socialize, and he was always good at smoking and drinking, so there was still wine, a half pint of whiskey on ice in a square glass decanter.

Gu Mingcheng sat on the side, silently not saying a word.Xie Mu knew that his brother-in-law didn't smoke or drink, so he didn't give in, Shan smiled and said, "I haven't come back for a long time, and your sister still said that you went wandering somewhere."

Mingcheng was dumb for a long while, then cleared his throat: "Brother-in-law, our wedding day..."

Xie Mu looked at him in the faint smoke, waiting for him to speak.

Gu Mingcheng couldn't bear to expose Jiaqi's private affairs, and felt that she was disrespected. What's more, two old men in their forties talked about the little girl's love situation over cigarettes and alcohol?There was goosebumps for no reason, so he changed his words and pointed at him angrily: "Brother-in-law, you have to be careful of your heart, there is no end to smoking and drinking, I didn't bother to remind you, but your health is not good, my sister will be sad .”

Xie Mu didn't shake off the long piece of soot, he put the body of the cigarette down in the ashtray, let it lie there quietly, and asked slowly: "What happened to Jiaqi?"

Mingcheng shook his head: "Nothing."

Xie Mu picked up the wine glass again, looked at a point in the void, and smiled, with a hint of gloom: "My nephew looks like my uncle, Jiashu and your character are too similar."

The two returned home tenderly, and Lin Weimian felt that Jiaqi's strengths were not limited to telling jokes, and Jiaqi was also very clever in handling this matter, because she felt so guilty that she was dying of guilt along the way.Xie Jiaqi's criticisms are not in words, but in her actions.Back in the house, Lin Weimian formally apologized: "Xie Jiaqi, I'm sorry."

Xie Jiaqi looked at her, kissed her forehead without saying anything.Lin Weimian was dissatisfied, hooked her neck, and solemnly kissed her on the lips.

After going to bed, Lin Weimian lay down and went through the matter, suddenly remembered something, and jumped up with remorse.

Damn it, the photo album is at Duran's apartment again.At that time, when I was in a panic, how could I take care of it.She owns Jiaqi herself, and the memories are also in her mind. No one else can steal them away. The album is important, so she won't be asked to go to Duran again.It's just that she said it so emphatically to her before, and then didn't want it afterwards, as if what she said was an excuse to cover up her certain purpose.After tossing and turning for a long time, I finally sent a message to Lin Zhi and asked him to help deliver it to school another day.