Marry for a long time

The operation is finally over.

Newborns have congenital heart disease and hemolytic disease, the cardiac output cannot meet the body's metabolic needs, and sudden acute heart failure occurs.The atmosphere on the operating table was tense, and everyone tried their best to save this young and fragile life.

Fortunately, it was rescued.

The corridor of the hospital was bright and quiet. The baby was sent to the intensive care unit, followed by the parents who were waiting anxiously outside.

Lu Mintong leaned against the wall and let out a silent sigh of relief.

A nurse came out of the operating room, looked at Lu Mintong with a pale face but smiled, and said from the bottom of her heart, "That's great, the operation was successful."

Lu Mintong smiled at her and nodded slightly.

The nurse squatted down slowly against the wall, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, then hugged her stomach, and whispered to herself: "During the operation, my stomach hurts all the time, I guess it's time for my aunt to come, hey, I have to hold back." .”

Lu Mintong glanced sideways and asked in a low voice, "Is it still hurting?"

The nurse was stunned for a moment, then realized that Dr. Lu heard her, and felt embarrassed, so she stood up quickly and wanted to leave, "It's okay, I can hold on."

As soon as the female nurse left, Lu Mintong went to get his cell phone, and there was an unread text message on it.

From Lin Zhifei, there are only three words - I wish you success!

Lu Mintong chuckled, lowered his eyes and replied:

"Rescue."

He turned off his cell phone, stopped a nurse, and asked, "Is there any brown sugar?"

.

Lin Zhifei has been very idle since finishing the small manga book, thinking that he will start a new one after the Chinese New Year, take a good rest during this period, and treat himself as a winter vacation.

Just entering December, the weather is already very cold, but it doesn’t snow just by blowing the wind, only two days of light snowfall. Lin Zhifei is looking forward to the heavy snow, and wants to roll around in the thick snow, but Aunt Shen said It is estimated that the snowflakes will not be seen until the end of the month.

This day, Lin Zhifei stayed at home as usual, it was too cold outside, he didn't want to go out.

Aunt Shen is knitting a sweater, and her son is studying in junior high school in his hometown. This winter is colder than ever. I am afraid that the clothes on the market will not keep warm. Boys who have just entered puberty do not want to wear more clothes and wrap themselves like a bear. Yes, she thought about knitting two thick sweaters and sending them back.

Lin Zhifei sat beside her, quietly watching the bleak scenery outside the window.

Aunt Shen was knitting a sweater skillfully, and said with a smile: "If only my son could pay attention to keeping warm like you, I would be able to worry less."

Although it was in a warm room, Lin Zhifei still wore a lot of clothes, thick home clothes, and a pair of cashmere socks, and stepped on cotton mops.

Lin Zhifei looked down at the clothes on his body, and smiled embarrassedly, "I can't help it either."

Because he was a premature baby, he has been weak since he was a child, and he often fell ill, but they were all minor illnesses such as colds and fevers. , just twisted his body and struggled not to go in, with tears in his big eyes, looking at his mother pitifully, begging her not to take him to get a butt needle.

After growing up, his health improved a lot. However, whenever he got the flu, he would suffer from dizziness and go to the hospital with fever. He was also very embarrassed.

Autumn and winter are seasons of high incidence of flu, so he had to wear more clothes and wear a mask when going out to avoid contracting the flu virus.

Aunt Shen watched him grow up, and knew that he was not in good health, so she smiled softly: "Auntie will make you a bowl of tonic soup later, to drive away the cold."

"Thank you, Auntie." Lin Zhifei frowned, his eyes fell on the unformed sweater on her lap and the thick wool on the carpet, and asked curiously, "Aunt Shen, can you knit a scarf?"

"Yes, I can also knit shoes."

Lin Zhifei was a little ready to move. It will be Qian Qian’s birthday in a while, and he hasn’t thought of any gift yet. When he saw the sweater just now, he suddenly thought of knitting a scarf as a gift for Qian Qian. After hesitating for a while, he asked, “Can you give me a gift?” Teach me? I want to weave a scarf for Qianqian, he is going to celebrate his birthday."

Aunt Shen was surprised and said, "Qianqian's birthday? Will he come back for his birthday? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Lin Zhifei shook his head, "I don't know where he celebrated his birthday, he hasn't said yet."

Aunt Shen laughed again and said, "Weaving a scarf is very simple. I'll teach you. I'll keep you up to speed quickly. But I have to go out to buy wool. I'm not suitable for weaving a scarf. Why don't we go out in the afternoon?"

"Okay." Lin Zhifei remembered something and said in a low voice, "I have to weave one for Tong Ge, otherwise he won't be happy."

Lin Zhifei is the central point of the friendship between the three of them. Two good friends hold the same weight in his heart. He will not favor one side. If he takes care of one side, he will also care about the other side.

In the afternoon, he and Aunt Shen went to the market to buy wool. After picking out a lot, he bought a lot and came back. He thought that this time was very free, and he wanted to weave for his parents, grandpa, grandpa, and aunt Qian...one for everyone!

Lin Zhifei is dexterous and good at manual work. He quickly learned it. He spent the whole afternoon knitting by the window with Aunt Shen. When Lin's mother went downstairs and saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing and said, "My dear, you are so good. Can't knit a scarf."

Lin Zhifei showed her a knitted light gray scarf, bent his lips, and smiled with a deep dimple on his right cheek, "It's okay, I'll knit it for you. How about it? Does it look good?"

Mother Lin looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "It's very pretty, who did you knit it for?"

"Qianqian, a birthday present for him." Lin Zhifei smiled, "Anyway, I'm idle, so I can pass the time by knitting scarves for you."

Mother Lin asked, "Have you ever thought of knitting one for yourself?"

Lin Zhifei was stunned for a moment, he really never thought about knitting a scarf for himself.

Mother Lin glanced at Aunt Shen, and smiled helplessly: "My silly child."

Aunt Shen also laughed: "Knowledge is good, good people are blessed."

It took only two days to knit a scarf that was neither too long nor too short. Lin Zhifei took another dark gray wool and prepared to weave a scarf for Lu Mintong.

In the evening, after he drew two sketches and practiced his hands, he continued to knit the scarf, plugged his ears with earphones, and listened to songs.

There was a knock on the door, but he didn't hear it. After a while, the door was pushed open. Lu Mintong stood at the door of the room and saw the people inside the room holding two stick needles seriously. He raised his eyebrows and said, Interested.

"Lin Zhifei."

The moderate voice was covered by the singing in the earphones, but Lin Zhifei still didn't hear it.

Lu Mintong frowned, walked over, took off the earphone on his left ear, put it in his ear, and said, "Aren't you afraid of ear damage with such a loud sound?"

Lin Zhifei was taken aback by the sudden presence of someone beside him. He quickly pulled off the earphone on the other side, put the things in his hands on the table, and asked, "Brother Tong, when did you come in?"

Lu Mintong put away his earphones, wrapped them up and put them on the table, saying, "Just now, you didn't hear the knock on the door."

Lin Zhifei rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I didn't hear it when I was listening to the song."

"Turn down the volume when you listen to music in the future." Lu Mintong sat on the edge of the bed, his slender legs crossed casually, looked up at him, and said in a calm tone, "Do you remember?"

Lin Zhifei nodded quickly: "Got it."

Lu Mintong's eyes fell on the woolen yarn on the table again, he raised his chin, and asked, "Who is it for?"

Lin Zhifei followed his gaze and saw a small scarf woven, subconsciously chose to cover it up, covered it with both hands, and lied falteringly: "For... money...."

Lu Mintong sneered, "Guigui's birthday is coming soon?"

Lin Zhifei nodded hurriedly.

"When?"

"The 18th of this month."

Lu Mintong pondered for a moment: "Okay, then I'll prepare gifts too."

Lu Mintong and money have always been at odds. Last year, the relationship suddenly improved a lot. Lin Zhifei was very happy to see them getting along in harmony and giving birthday gifts.

Lu Mintong glanced at Lin Zhifei, changed his tone, and calmly said, "But I don't know what to give, why don't you accompany me to the mall on weekends and choose gifts together?"

Lin Zhifei thought for a while and agreed, "Okay."

There was a hint of a smile in Lu Mintong's eyes, he straightened his body, looked down at Lin Zhifei, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

Lin Zhifei didn't change his clothes, but put on a military overcoat over his home clothes. He bought the military overcoat when he was in college. It was very warm, and he has been wearing it until now.

They walked for a while near the villa area. There was no one on the road, and it was very quiet.

With both hands in his pockets, Lin Zhifei felt the chill hitting his cheeks. He glanced sideways at Lu Mintong who was walking beside him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he exhaled a cloud of white air, which was especially clear under the bright light, "Brother Tong, are you cold? ?”

There was almost a stark contrast between the two. Lin Zhifei was wrapped up like a zongzi, which made Lu Mintong wear less, only a coat and a thin sweater inside, and he felt cold just by looking at it.

Lu Mintong didn't feel cold, but seeing Lin Zhifei's worried gaze, he turned his mind and said, "A little bit."

Lin Zhifei took off the thick scarf around his neck without thinking, and wanted to hand it to the other party.

Lu Mintong didn't expect him to untie the scarf, he thought there was a hug or something, but he didn't reach out to pick it up, and said, "No, you wear it yourself."

"Hey, you're cold." Lin Zhifei stubbornly insisted, "I'm fine, I've worn enough."

Lu Mintong ignored him, and just as he was about to leave, Lin Zhifei raised his hands, hung the scarf around his neck, grabbed the corner of the scarf with one hand, and circled it around.

Lu Min was stunned for a moment.

Lin Zhifei helped him adjust it, and smiled, "Put on more, you won't be sick if you get sick. Brother Tong, you look handsome wearing a scarf."