Do not choose the mandarin duck pot [Comprehensive]

When Hong Jiaodong went to visit his mother in a nursing home, he happened to pass by a group of doctors and nurses in front of the ward.

The middle-aged woman in a dignified kimono was supported by a man in a black suit who looked like an assistant, with a sad expression on her face, and her back was straight and she followed the mobile hospital bed.There seemed to be an exceptionally thin woman lying on the hospital bed, her face buried in the pillow was mostly covered by the people around her, only her pale and thin chin and a strand of curly long hair were exposed.

Holding the mandarin in his hand, the young hero stood in front of the ward door for a while, until a group of people rushed into the elevator in a hurry, and then opened the door calmly in front of him.

In the ward, Hong Leng with shoulder-length hair was standing in front of the window, holding a pair of scissors to trim the flower branches in the vase; hearing the sound of the door being opened, the sickly woman turned her head and faced the coming The visiting son smiled softly.

"Mom." Hu put the plastic bag in his hand on the bedside table.

There was already a plate of tangerines on the sky-blue bedside table, and the yellow-skinned autumn fruits were squeezed into the transparent tray, smiling sweetly at the young man with the green leaves.

"Has Yanzi been here?" Hong picked up a tangerine and slowly peeled it open.

"That kid Yanzi seems to be quite busy with work recently. Last time I came here, I said a few words in a hurry and went back."

Hong Leng put down the scissors in his hand, and said in a complaining tone unique to a mother, "I don't know if I have a good meal and rest—ah, that mandarin orange was sent by the child next door, a young girl named Ayu."

"Yes." The young hero handed the peeled tangerine to his mother.

"The flower was also sent by that child. She is Yanzi's friend." Hong Leng wiped his hands, and gave half of the tangerine to his son with a smile. Just laugh, he is a very cute child."

Little black curly hair, thin and white, for some reason, he remembered the women who were surrounded on the hospital bed just now.

"Lively and cheerful, but also very sensible and polite. I heard that she graduated from Santa Susana Women's College like Yanzi,"

Hong Leng peeled off a citrus and sighed, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I couldn't breathe after standing for a while. I used to live next to my mother, and occasionally came to chat with each other. A few days ago, I suddenly moved to the ICU at the end of the corridor. gone."

"" The young man lowered his eyes, and the slightly sour taste of citrus spread in his mouth.

In Hong's eyes, this should have been just a casual encounter that existed in small talk, but after just a week, the two people who had never met before were once again drawn together by thin lines. This time the medium was the younger sister. Bang Yanzi.

For the first time, the young man outside the ward knew that his bad-tempered sister would roar and cry like that; like a hopeless and helpless child, while struggling to resist desperately, at the same time, he almost knelt in front of fate and cried bitterly.

The woman in the kimono beside her who had a close relationship with Toro, slowly squatted down as if losing all her strength, covering her face trembling.

Through the cold window of the ward, the joys and sorrows inside often seem to be separated by a thin layer of glass and become someone else's business.

The patient in the inner room of the ICU seemed to have woken up, and the two embarrassed women immediately tidied themselves up, and walked in with gentle or bright smiles, putting on their isolation suits.

The young hero silently returned to his mother's ward with the hot water in his hand.

"Where's your sister?" Hong Leng looked behind his son, but didn't find the youngest daughter, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't she come here to have dinner today? That girl named Ayu also said that she would come together?"

The woman with long silver hair showed her son the flower arrangement on the window sill with a gentle smile, "Here, look, this child sent flowers here yesterday."

It is not the well-matched and bundled flowers sold in the flower shop. The soft-toned flowers are surrounded by twos and twos, and they are placed in a bamboo flower basket in a stretched posture. It is still thriving after a day and a night. .

The young man withdrew his gaze and let out a faint hum.

About ten minutes later, the last member of the small family banquet in the ward arrived late.The girl with flaming hair walked into the ward with red eyes, and forced a smile at her mother, "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

With a worried expression on his cold face, he waved to his little daughter and asked softly, "What's wrong with Yanzi?"

The youngest daughter walked to her mother's bed in a few steps and held Hong Leng's hand.

Yanzi held back for a while, then trembled and whispered, "Ayu may not be able to come to dinner, she asked me to apologize to my mother, and also wanted me to ask, ask about yesterday's flowers, do you still like it?"

"I like it, thank you for helping me, Ayu." Hong Leng squeezed back his little daughter's cold hand, "It's okay, if you can't come this time, you can come next time; when your mother is discharged from the hospital, you can bring Ayu to our house."

Hong Yanzi looked at his mother on the hospital bed, big tears fell down, and he choked up and replied, "Well, when my mother is discharged from the hospital, I will take Ayu to our house to play."

The adult woman seems to have suddenly turned back to the stubborn and helpless little girl many years ago, only holding the corner of her mother's skirt in a daze, trying hard to move something with tears.

Hu silently walked to his sister's side and stroked her hair.

One month later, late at night one day, the youngest daughter of the Hong family, who had long since left home independently, knocked on the door of Hong Jiaodong's office.The young man opened the sliding door and looked at his younger sister with an especially ugly face in surprise.

"Second brother," the broken words were squeezed out of the throat by Hong Yanzi, and drifted in the cold night wind, "I beg you, I beg you, take me to the laboratory on the observation deck, okay?"

Yanzi graduated from the Biology Department of Santa Sona Women's College, and is now an assistant in the Key Biomaterials Laboratory; but the Observatory belongs to a public agency, and the laboratory attached to it is only open to internal members and a small number of heroes.

And Hong Jiaodong is just within the category of this small number of heroes.

"Ayu's condition is suddenly serious." Homiko sitting in the passenger seat trembled subconsciously, and the collision of teeth was very clear in the words, "Her illness is the sequelae of the first version of the stabilizer the year before last. At the school festival, a child was instigated by others, and only Ayu survived among the three."

Yanzi gasped and held back tears, "She was bullied when she was in high school, and she is in poor health, auntie can't help me, and I, too, the stabilizer is made by the observation deck, maybe they're blah."

The young hero held his sister's hand that was turning white, and said in a deep voice, "Yanzi, calm down."

Yanzi threw away the second brother suddenly, hugged her head in a collapsed state, and said hoarsely, "She's only 23 years old. Second brother, she's only 23 years old. She's obviously rich and favored. Miss Jiao obviously has someone she really likes, and she's worked so hard to survive. Today why why? She still, she still "

Hong stopped the car at the entrance of the observation platform, pressed his sister's shoulder and slightly aggravated the voice "Yanzi"

The red-haired woman tightly grabbed the clothes on her chest, breathed out desperately like suffocation, opened the car door tremblingly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, second brother, I'm fine, I'll trouble you this time."

Since his hero debut 11 years ago, the hero Jiaodong has signed a friendly and cooperative hero agreement with the Observatory; with the gradual accumulation of records and statements, the identity verification card that belongs to him has been continuously upgraded until he can unlock the laboratory access permit Degree.

The hero with different hair colors successfully entered the medical area of ​​the laboratory with his sister.

The woman in kimono whom Homiko called her auntie was anxiously guarding outside the laboratory, and upon seeing this, she immediately took Homiko there; on the other hand, Toro was invited to wait in the lounge of the laboratory.

The lights in the laboratory were dizzyingly bright, and it was very quiet outside the lounge, with the occasional sound of cautious and hasty footsteps.Hong Jiaodong sat on the cold fabric sofa, leaned against the back of the sofa and exhaled slowly, slowly.

Is that curly-haired girl lying in the laboratory now? The young man closed his eyes and his thoughts were loose. He heard from his mother that she was a girl who liked to laugh, and she should work hard to survive.

Hong seemed to suddenly become interested in a woman he had never met before, and even gradually began to imagine her appearance in his mind. Black curly hair, big eyes, thin and fair, lively and humorous, loves to laugh, can arrange flowers, and probably likes to eat;

Graduated from a girls' school for scientific research, she should be a polite girl, right? Her elders always wear a kimono, and they can borrow the laboratory of the observation deck, so they should be from a well-known family;

The proud Yanzi likes her very much, so there is a high probability that she has a kind and outgoing personality; if she has experienced bullying and can still remain outgoing, she should be a very tough and brave person.

The voice and smile of a young girl gradually completed in the youth's mind, no longer just the pale chin and a quiet strand of curly hair on the hospital bed.

The dark night outside the window gradually turned dark blue, and then a little bit lighter blue.

After recovering from her illness, she will go home with Yanzi as guests.The young man opened his strange-colored eyes, looked sideways out of the window and evoked a slight smile, lazily stretching his stiff and tense limbs so that he might have a chance to see her

Will she like flowers? There are no flowers in the ancestral house, only a lot of tall and tall trees; will she like Japanese-style houses? Probably yes, after all, her elders look like clan ladies

The door of the lounge was knocked lightly, and a few seconds later, the haggard Yanzi opened the door, and then gently closed it behind her back.The girl's clear blue pupils seemed to be floating in smoke, circling the lounge in a hazy circle before landing on Hong Jiaodong's body.

"Second brother," Yanzi seemed to be in a dazed numbness, and said hoarsely, "I will stay for a while before she makes it through. You go back first, I will trouble you today."

The young man blinked, and his temples hurt unexpectedly.

Like a speeding bullet kissing the glass suddenly, the sudden pain almost made Hong bend down; after the initial momentum passed, the glass window, which had just thrown bright sunlight, suddenly shattered like a flower blooming .

From the warm morning light that was eager to try outside the window, it shattered all the way to the soft-toned flower basket; from almost jumping out of the window into dawn, it collapsed again into the endless night.

The hero with different hair was silent for a long time before replying in a low voice, "Yes."