Hechun and Jingming

My aunt's visit to a funeral is like a trip.But after the funeral, no one in He's family was in the mood to accompany this aunt to visit the mountains and rivers. Fortunately, Hechun was the best at traveling, so he immediately picked out a travel project from the company and sent a special person to accompany her. She was not polite or declined, and played around Fangzhou in a casual manner.

It has been half a month since I returned to Fangzhou after a round of travel.

Qu Jingming was going to see this aunt after get off work, so he specially asked Hechun not to come pick him up, but when he got out of the hospital gate, he still saw Hechun's car parked beside the boulevard, and half of his head poked out of the car window. With one hand, he waved: "Jingming!"

Qu Jingming was a little helpless.

After getting into the car, Hechun asked thoughtfully, "She's back from a trip and has been exhausted, do you want to buy her a bouquet of flowers?"

Qu Jingming: "..."

After Mrs. Chen passed away, Hechun had a tendency to be clingy inside and out.From inside to four or five days a week, he was taken to live with him, and from outside, like now, he had to follow wherever he went. Although he didn’t express it, there was always a faint sense of insecurity that creased inadvertently. appeared between the eyebrows.

Qu Jingming was a little worried about this, and turned his head to see his gaze, which was attentive and viscous, and he couldn't refuse, so he sighed secretly and said, "Don't bother with those things you don't have, just go to the hotel."

Hechun drove the car, and there was congestion everywhere during the rush hour. He was familiar with the road and rushed to the side road. Sure enough, the road conditions were much smoother, and he arrived at the hotel soon.When Hechun wandered around the parking lot looking for a parking space, Qu Jingming's cell phone rang, aunt.He picked it up and looked towards the door of the hotel, and sure enough, he saw his aunt looking over.

"I saw you coming, so I called you." The aunt said slowly, and she could see a smile on her face, "I was still thinking, should I let you bring that kid with me?" , he came by himself, which would save trouble."

Qu Jingming knew in his heart that this aunt had traveled all the way to Fangzhou, not just to attend the old lady's funeral for friendship, but also to have other tasks, as expected.

Here, He Chun has already found a parking space, and asked him, "Your aunt?"

Qu Jingming answered him with a "hmm", and said to the phone: "We'll be over soon, take a look, what do you want for dinner?"

The aunt took out the cigarette case over there, shook it, and took out a cigarette. She directly took it out with her mouth, so her voice was a little vague: "Whatever, I have eaten all the delicacies in Fangzhou's radius Now, anything is fine. Hang up, I'll light a cigarette."

After speaking, she pressed the phone, and the lighter in her hand jumped out of flame.Hechun parked the car, put his hands on the steering wheel, saw her, was quite surprised, and sighed twice: "The middle-aged literary girl is still literary, and the gesture of lighting cigarettes is really... making a movie?"

Said, also learned a bit.Originally, Qu Jingming thought that the aunt's elegant movements were very attractive, but once He Chun learned it, he just felt that he was pretending, so he opened the car door and got out by himself first.Hechun looked at himself in the rearview mirror, feeling a bit like seeing his parents, took a deep breath, and then got out of the car to follow.

Auntie is dressed in an extraordinary and refined dress this time. Her skirt is white, her shoes are white, and even the earrings are made of white ivory. The contrast makes her hair darker and her red lips deeper.The three of them walked for a while near the hotel, and when they saw a small alley, she showed a little interest and pointed inside with a cigarette: "Is there anything to eat?"

He Chun: "The lunch canteen area for office workers nearby."

"Then let's go here, find something more lively." She lifted her skirt and walked inside.

He Chun whispered in Qu Jingming's ear, "This fairy is quite down-to-earth."

He is not a person who likes to judge others, but he just likes to chat with Qu Jingming.Qu Jingming usually doesn't pay much attention to these things, but he remembers that his aunt has a good ear and eyesight besides literature and art and talking.She could hear a leaf falling on the ground with her deaf ears, and she could find a needle rolling in the sand with her eyesight, which was very helpful for her to develop into a chattering literary and artistic young woman.

Sure enough, the aunt turned her head, her eyes were half hidden behind the smoke she exhaled, and she had a half-smile: "You say I'm a fairy?"

He Chun was stunned for a moment, and then reacted quickly: "Yes, a fairy who makes people unable to stop admiring a few words quietly."

The aunt raised her lips and smiled: "I've seen a lot of children who are oily, and there are only a few who are as oily as you are flattering."

He Chun seemed to be relieved, and continued to express: "It mainly depends on the face."

He came here with a heart to meet his parents, and he has let go of the childish notion that "Qu Jingming belongs to our family" very gracefully, and objectively dedicates his good son-in-law to this parent in an attempt to pass the customs.So I used my human spirit skills, and chatted with my aunt in a few words. From her journey to the customs and customs of Fangzhou, I chatted with great interest.

As long as there is no conflict, he can talk to anyone at any time, and he can chat with anyone.This is his talent.

Qu Jingming understood this since he was a child, and looking at it now, he is still amazed.

When the cigarette in Auntie's hand went out, they happened to pick a restaurant to eat, which was a Cantonese restaurant.This choice was all based on the short chat just now, and He Chun didn't ask what Auntie likes to eat, so he figured it out.Qu Jingming looked at Auntie's reaction and knew that she really liked Hechun a little bit now.

In Dagu's original plan, this meal may have been a questioning, a temptation, or a direct intention to bring Qu Yang.As a result, during the whole process, she didn't mention a single word related to these things, she just talked a lot of gossip about the goodness of the motherland with Hechun, and was amazed by the travel information Hechun revealed.

After dinner, it was already night.

She lifted her chin towards the street outside and said, "You don't have to see me off. I'll go shopping at the night market here and I'll be back tomorrow."

He Chun said: "Our company will serve you to the end, and we will definitely pick you up at eight o'clock to pick you up at the airport."

The smile on her face that had been teased before hadn't subsided, but after hearing this, she felt a little bit happier, and said something to him about how poor she was.

In the end, he turned his face to Qu Jingming, maintaining a relaxed and happy expression: "Call your dad when you are free. He is getting older and has a lot of temper. If you don't call him, he won't call you either. So He can suffocate himself. Twice I went to see the old man, and I saw him wandering around while the old man was on the phone, and I guess it was your call."

Qu Jingming still respects the old man very much. No matter at home or abroad, the relationship with the old man is basically fixed. Even if he hangs up after just saying a few words, it is difficult to count how many times he really talks.This fixed connection is actually just like a ceremony.He himself didn't attach so much importance to this sense of ritual, it was all at the request of the old man, and it became a habit over the years.But when he came to Qu Yang's place, there were no such rules and rituals. Qu Yang didn't have the face to ask for it, and he didn't have the heart to flatter him.

He just nodded silently after hearing what Auntie said, without making a sound.

The aunt stopped, didn't say any more, stood up with a small handbag: "I'm leaving, you can do whatever you want." Then she walked away gracefully, looking from a distance, she was dressed in white, she really looked like a fairy.

He Chun watched her go away, and when he went down the stairs, he puffed his cheeks, and as if he was relieved, he turned his head and frowned at Qu Jingming, showing a sleepy expression: "You are so amazing, you are so nervous. Me. But she should be taken down, you have to listen to her, call your dad when you have time, now she will help us blow up, it will be hard to say in the future. "

He looked like a middle school student taking an emergency exam. For a moment, Qu Jingming seemed to see a 16-year-old boy who was flying and unrestrained, who didn't know what time to worry about, so he picked the lightest point from his words and replied. : "Are you nervous? I can't tell at all."

"I'm showing you what I'm doing?" He waved his hand, and then said to Qu Jingming, "Let's go home."

it is good.

After the upheaval of life, the calm stands out.It was autumn when Mrs. Chen passed away, and soon, the southern city of Fangzhou entered a short winter.It was very short, but it seemed to have a powerful effect on freezing the past.

During the coldest days in Fangzhou, even Aunt Zhou, who loved to miss Mrs. Chen, suddenly stopped mentioning it.She has been at home for so many years, at first it was to take care of Mrs. Chen. After Mrs. Chen left, no one proposed to fire her. In fact, she is already similar to the family members.Now, she devotes most of her energy to taking care of Gu Shangyuan.

Ever since she stopped talking about Mrs. Chen, He Jia seems to have settled down the funeral. Gradually, Mrs. Chen's original room was stuffed with a lot of sundries, and everyone tacitly turned it into a sundry room .

As for Qu Jingming and Hechun, although they didn't have a verbally confirmed relationship, everything seemed to be logical and beyond doubt.After Mrs. Chen left, the last doubt around her was gone.

At home, He Rong defaulted to them, but Gu Jianfeng didn't say anything. Aunt Zhou didn't know if she could see that Gu Shangyuan was a ghost, and she glanced at them a few times, and went out to play with them twice, and the door was cleared; The only good friend of Chun's is Wang Zhengang. This person has been ruined by this kind of thing for a long time, and he didn't take it seriously at all. Rubbed them a few meals.

Hechun was very upset about his cheating on food, thinking it was inhumane and extremely ignorant, so every time he poked his sore spot: "You know the pain of marrying a vase, people do it Beauty, you have nothing to eat, people go to watch movies with girlfriends, you have nothing to eat, people go on a trip, you have nothing to eat..."

"And I have to dig out my wallet!" Wang Zhengang took the initiative to answer the call, patted his empty pockets, and said, "But the money we earn from beating men is originally spent on our daughter-in-law!"

He didn't speak to Chun.He couldn't refute this, and even felt a little envious of Wang Zhengang, at least his wife was willing to spend his money with peace of mind, Qu Jingming didn't have this awareness.

Once these feelings of envy and jealousy were suppressed, he turned around and tortured Wang Zhengang at work.Within a month after Mrs. Chen passed away, He Chun asked Wang Zhengang to continue acting as the manager. He was idle, and occasionally went to the company for a walk to give Wang Zhengang some advice. When the assistant came into the office, he didn't know who to report to. , he pointed at Wang Zhengang.

In the second month, he announced that the tourism brand "Chunhe Jingming" under Shengfeng was fully in charge of Wang Zhengang, and he personally changed the brand name of his office to "Wang Zhengang", packed a box of things, and moved to the top floor.But the group has never announced what position he currently holds and what sector he is in charge of... This is a matter between him and the board of directors.

He Chun basically wouldn't talk about the company's work at home, but he loved to ask Qu Jingming about the hospital, claiming to understand the sufferings of the world, and to see all kinds of people in the world... What a fart, he just wanted to know about Qu Jingming's communication The progress of the project.

Life is so peaceful, everything looks so stable, his only worry is whether Qu Jingming will stay or stay after the project is over, but he is no longer a teenager, and dare not say decisively, "you stay".Even, the confession he thought of late that night, was delayed again and again.

In the face of his tireless inquisition, Qu Jingming has always been willing to answer his questions; but for his worries, Qu Jingming did not dare to promise anything when he was not very sure.

Time slipped smoothly like this, and it was time for Qu Jingming to return to the United States for a project report.Director Qi, who helped him a lot in the project, completely lay down in the hospital on the day he resigned from the hospital.

It was the season of warm spring and flowers blooming. This bad-tempered old lady was out of touch with the world all her life, and even walked in the opposite direction.

Qu Jingming attended the memorial service held by the hospital for her.She has practiced medicine for more than 30 years, and spent 25 years in Fangzhou No. [-] Hospital. Although her research has some slant points, she can be said to have earned the reputation of the Nephrology Department of No. [-] Hospital. Her outstanding contributions are indelible. The dean of the hospital she entered in the same year delivered an affectionate and sincere memorial speech, and shed tears several times.

After the memorial service, the dean found Qu Jingming and showed him a document.

"Letter of recommendation." The dean pushed his glasses and looked at him kindly, "Director Qi gave it to me before he left, and I also agree with Director Qi's assessment of you. If you are willing to return to China for development, Yi Hospital welcomes you at any time. "Speaking, he stuffed the recommendation letter to Qu Jingming.

Qu Jingming sighed from his throat, took a step back, bent over and bowed: "Thank you, Dean."

It wasn't until the dean left that he realized that his fingers holding the letter were trembling a little.

This is the heaviest appreciation he has ever received in his life.