Your Mother’s Right There

In order to facilitate taking pictures, the interview with reporter Yun was conducted in the teaching building. In the empty classroom, the uncle of the management was still air-conditioned. The two of us sat opposite each other. I had planned to go to the corridor to pour her a cup of tea, and she hurried to chase it out, which was very unexpected.

"Ms. Xue, I really don't need it," she held me. "You were dry after a day of class, and gave me tea and water."

I smiled: "It's okay, you are waiting for me in the classroom."

She paused a little, revealing a good-tempered helplessness in her eyes: "Okay."

I watched her bright forehead suddenly burst with a thought to ask her age: "Reporter Yun, how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven." She still smiled really.

My eyes stopped on her familiar face, and I could n’t remember where I had seen her. I joked to end this conversation: “Oh, I ’m only eighteen.”

"Well, see it!" She smiled too, her face shining brightly in the sun.

——It ’s a good girl, if I told Gu Xueqi in person to say eighteen. She should answer me this way, grandma, how can you selectively lose memory until the age of eighteen? Hurry, come home with me to support the elderly.

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The bucket was placed at the entrance of the corridor. I unscrewed the faucet and attached the paper cup to the bottom, and I tried to recall where I had seen the little reporter. The light flashed in my head. It seemed that something was pulled out suddenly Someone called my name in a hurry--

"Xue Jin!"

I looked at it in a sound, Gu Xingzhi was striding toward me from the end of the stairs, and I said, "Ah?"

Before I had time to see what was going on in my hand, Gu Xingzhi was almost a step closer to holding my wrist and pulling him in front of him. "Sure enough, it's too late." He frowned and stared at me sharply. "What do you think is so fascinating? Did n’t look at it while boiling water? "

"Uh, why don't you come to pick me up?" I glanced at him.

He stared at me angrily and funnyly, and then took me to the faucet of the bathroom to wash under the cold water, ten fingers together, at this moment, my body really felt the hot pain, the pain of the fingers being burned by boiling water Stimulating the senses, I suddenly recalled: "Oh-I remember."

"What did you think of?" He asked.

I took my hand out of his hand and rushed by myself, and replied, "Recently, a pretty young reporter from Dongfang Daily came to me for an interview. I always felt familiar when I saw her. Now I remember it. Do you remember? Gu Xueqi That day with Lin Weiyuan ... the first time you went to the place where I lived, the beauty in the pile of photos hanging on the wall, you said the world is so small, the house I bought should be hers ... "

Gu Xingzhi didn't agree with me, and his complexion spread gently like a wave of water.

I continued: "You still said that I was narcissistic to my photos. That woman wasn't me at all. Okay, today I want to wash away my grievances!"

Gu Xingzhi stopped for a while before returning to me: "Well, it's not you." He looked at my finger again and added: "Don't care about others, fortunately, the skin is not broken. A rush can probably stop the pain first. . "

"No, it still hurts," I put my hand close to his handsome face: "Will you help me blow it?"

He patted my arm with little force: "Think beautiful, your brain is burnt."

"Ahhhhhhh ~~ You don't love me at all ~~ Is it going to kill you if I blow a hand ~~ I don't believe in love anymore ~~" I left my red index finger He swayed back and forth: "Okay, take a step back and kiss without a blow ~"

"Okay, don't make trouble, go home." Gu Xingzhi's topic changed naturally.

I shook my head: "I can't go back for the time being, the photo beauty is still in the classroom waiting for an interview with a good teacher like my people."

"Then I am waiting for you in the downstairs car," Gu Xingzhi rubbed a long arm behind my head: "The hand is still hot, and I will go back and apply the ointment early."

"I guess it ’s almost impossible. It ’s rare that in the last newspaper, I have to answer seriously. I bowed to death and burned myself like a candle to illuminate others. The education career dedicated to the motherland forgot to marry someone," I took a breath. You go back first and you are caught. In fact, my husband is waiting for me downstairs. How did my last generous speech stand up? "

Gu Xingzhi's hand hasn't let go, "That's okay, pay attention to safety on your way back. Oh, Grandpa woke up yesterday, and I'll see him immediately."

"Really? Then I will go to the hospital to see you after I finish it, or was it the last ward?"

"Well." He raised my hand again and looked at it. The redness had disappeared a little before he could walk away, and turned downstairs.

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Carrying the freshly poured water back to the door of the classroom, it happened that reporter Shangyun hurried out from inside. When she saw me, her eyes lit up: "Look at you for a long time. I just planned to find you."

"Something went wrong," I handed her the paper cup. "It doesn't matter, when do we start?"

She scratched the black hair hanging on the side of her ear: "Teacher Xue, I'm really embarrassed, something has happened temporarily. Can the interview be delayed? Tomorrow, tomorrow will certainly not be like this, sorry ..." she After that, I bowed deeply to me.

I ca n’t stand this kind of gift anymore. I said, “It ’s okay, you ’re busy. I ’ll just leave.”

"Well," she took the bag and work permit into the classroom and planned to rush downstairs. I stopped her. "You wait."

I took out my phone from my bag and dialed Gu Xingzhi's phone: "Are you gone?"

He said back to me: "It hasn't gone far."

"Let's go back, today's interview is estimated to be unsuccessful. Come over to pick me up. I'll go to the hospital with you." There was a very strange silence over there for a few seconds, and I responded. I hung up the phone and looked sideways to the girl beside me, "Reporter Yun, where are you going?"

"People's Hospital."

"I happen to be there too," the profile of the girl next to him is very beautiful: "Take you along."

Reporter Yun did not refute and responded.

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In the car, Gu Xingzhi drove in front, and reporter Yun and I sat in the back seat side by side.

Along the way, I introduced each other to each other, and first opened the conversation: "Did reporter Yun have any trouble at home? Now go to the hospital."

She looked a little unnatural, and shook her head slightly: "I'm going to visit a senior in hospital."

"Oh ..." I then asked: "Just reporter Yun graduated? Which university graduated?"

She has been sniffing her nose since she got on the bus. "Well, she used to study abroad."

"Cold?"

"Well," reporter Yun smiled at me. "Maybe I was a bit cold last night."

I was just turning around, and I just wanted to tell Gu Xingzhi sitting in the front seat to raise the temperature of the air conditioner inside the car. Just in front of the sight, Gu Xingzhi's white shirt sleeves were elbowed, and his arms were elegant.

Except for the first time, the previously displayed 21 ° C is unknown when it has been artificially raised to 25 ° C. The tiny figures are faintly glowing with red light, and I was stunned.

Somehow, when she turned around and looked back at the **** her side, she was looking at me in the same place, stunned, and there was something unclear in the corner of her eyes. The car curtains were pulled down, which must not be a factor of sunlight, but the girl's face had a noticeable heat.

"Do you need tissues?" I interrupted her daze, and she looked back with her eyes wide open.

She regained her spirit: "Eh?"

"Nothing." I looked away from her face without saying a word.

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After arriving at the hospital, he parted ways with reporter Yun at the door of the hospital, and Gu Xingzhi also walked over to his grandfather's ward with his arms around. The second time he and Gu Xingzhi took this road, and along the road, he stopped suddenly and said to me,

"Xue Jin, it is necessary to admit one thing to you."

"Ok?"

"The reporter Yun in the car just now, I know her, and I knew her earlier than you." He remained indifferent on his face.

"Oh, this," I lifted the shoulder strap of the bag up: "See, is it something like an ex-girlfriend?"

"Well." Gu Xingzhi admitted that he was very arrogant.

I gave a light punch on his shoulder: "Why suddenly so solemn, is the next sentence going to break up with me and break the mirror with her?"

He reached out and grabbed the fist that I stopped on his chest: "How is it possible, I'm just afraid that you know that you care too much in the future, it will be better to confess it first."

"Why don't I care?" I let him hold it. "But I'm more afraid of trouble. You say a woman. I have to ask my man more than this than that. Just compare it with the beautiful women on the street, go home and compare with your mother-in-law. Before you bother her man, let yourself be annoying ~ "

"You can understand." Gu Xingzhi's corner of the mouth pulled out a beautiful smile. He took my hand to the lips and kissed it.

I stared at the shirt whose folds were drawn by his movements: "Pervert!"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was comfortable: "Don't you like it?"

I withdrew my hand: "Smelly shameless!"

"..."

It was all the way to the door of the ward, the nurse nurse who saw the room saw us, and opened the door politely for us. The ward was too white, and it seemed that there was a layer of weak glimmer in my eyes.

I squinted slightly, and the first thing I saw was that Gu Xingzhi's external justice was leaning on the pillow. In the end, the decayed face was much better, with a little luster.

Yun Wei, who had parted ways with us just outside the courtyard, was sitting beside his bed, cutting an apple for him.

A few tiny hairs curled over her head, gold-plated with sunlight, and she narrowed her eyes like a beckoning cat.

When the old man saw us, the view of the Buddha automatically filtered me out. It fell on Gu Xingzhi alone, with a tone of complaint and a hoarse illness:

"Okay, Xiaowei is back, you don't tell my grandfather," the old man turned his head and looked to the left: "Fortunately, your 4th aunt has Xiaowei's phone, this is no, I called her over ~"

It was only then that I noticed that Tan Nanqing, who had been leaning against the window and looking over here for a long time, had not seen him.

She looked at me, indifferently like an outsider, with a very good look.