Sad reminder Xiaobai

When early spring came, Zhou Ji could barely stand up for a while, although most of the time, he was holding on to Liang Nuo and refused to let go.

Thinking about it, I spent more than half a year on the bed, and Zhou Ji felt that it was impossible to get well all at once.

Being supported to sit on the stool, Liang Nuo poured water, handed it over, and said softly, "It's difficult to walk now, Ah Ji, don't worry too much."

Zhou Ji nodded, looking at the remaining snow on the trees in the yard outside, which melted into water droplets tick-tock, holding a warm water cup in his hand, murmured, "It's really cold here."

Liang Nuo, who was sitting on the side, heard it and replied, "Last year it snowed heavily, and it will take some time this year to warm up."

Reaching out to pick up a piece of pastry on the table and stuffing it into his mouth, Liang Nuo held the book and counted softly, "This is the fifth piece."

Zhou Ji listened in a daze, pretending not to hear, drinking tea, thinking in his heart, if he had known, he would not have said that he had a toothache.

As a result, Dr. Fu saw it and said that he had a tooth decay, and the pain was unbearable. In the end, Liang Nuo asked what kind of medicine could relieve the pain.

Liang Nuo got up, took a pen and paper and put it on the table in front of him, put away the cakes on the side, looked at Zhou Ji, and said, "Come and practice writing, it won't be so boring."

Holding the pen in his hand, Zhou Ji was quite patient at first, practicing stroke by stroke, and he was not a patient person.

As he wrote to the end, the handwriting became more and more scribbled. He put down the pen, rested his head on his hands, lay on his stomach, and looked at Liang Nuo, who had already copied an unknown number of books.

No matter how you look at it, Zhou Ji has to admit that Liang Nuo is a good-looking girl, but she can only follow the crowd.

This made Zhou Ji very, that, embarrassed.

Holding the pen, drawing casually like a draft, I have to sigh that Liang Nuo is a good model, and Zhou Ji draws for nearly an hour, which is roughly equal to two hours.

Regarding the common sense of staying in this place for so many years, Zhou Ji felt that he should be right.

Black and white line drafts sometimes look quite emotional. Zhou Ji holds a brush in his hand, supports his head, and looks at the painting.

When Liang Nuo looked over, Zhou Ji took the painting and said, "This time the painting is not bad, take a look."

Liang Nuo reached out to take it, and asked, "Give it to me."

"En." In fact, Zhou Ji quite likes this painting, well, I'd better give it to me.

Watching Liang Nuo put the painting into the book, he turned around and asked, "It's getting dark, are you hungry?"

It's okay if you don't say anything, but once you say it, Zhou Ji suddenly regained his senses and nodded, "Well, a little bit."

Liang Nuo seemed to be in a good mood. He tidied up the books, pens and ink on the table, and replied, "We can eat later."

Time is like the sound of water ticking outside the window. Spring has passed for half a day. In March, the weather has become much warmer, and the trees in the yard have sprouted green shoots.

Zhou Ji looked at his leg soaked in the hot medicinal soup, a large area of ​​red was already visible, Liang Nuo was not ready to come back yet.

Looking at the room boredly, Zhou Ji was also bored to the extreme,

Leaning back in a chair, squinting, ready to take a nap to pass the time.

He fell asleep in a daze, and Zhou Ji didn't remember how long he had a dream, as if he had walked a long and easy way.When I woke up, there was still the sound of the door being pushed open, which woke me up.

I thought it was the little drug boy carrying the medicine soup, but I didn't expect it to be A Niang.

Zhou Ji was stunned, looked up at A Niang who was approaching, and called "A Niang" in a low voice

A Niang sat at the side and opened the tightly wrapped thing. It turned out to be a can. A Niang opened it, took a spoon, and took the soup.

Holding it, holding the spoon, handed it over, and said, "Come on, drink it quickly while the soup is still hot."

Zhou Ji opened his mouth to hold it, and found that the soup was still relatively hot. A Niang lowered her head, holding the meat, and said, "This is the stewed hen at home. It is very nutritious and good for the body. Come, drink more."

Zhou Ji sat upright, bowed his head, drinking the soup, thinking, this soup was brought from home, how long did it take to get here.

With his head depressed, Zhou Ji didn't know what to say, but responded softly.

He reached out to take the bowl from Auntie's hand, and said, "Auntie, let me drink it myself. Are you thirsty? How about some water."

A Niang licked her chapped lips and replied, "That's fine."

Seeing A Niang pouring water, she drank two cups before putting it down, sat down again, glanced at the rich medicinal soup, and said, "At home, there have been a lot of things recently, Dad is busy, and your brother is also entrusted by Zhou today." Ling's mother helped to carry it."

"Your younger brother is also three years old. He was taken to the ancestral hall yesterday and named according to his seniority. Zhou Mu has also been busy for a long time."

Zhou Ji looked at the chicken soup, which was mostly filled, and asked, "My mother gave me too much, my brother is young, drinking this is good for your body."

"Don't worry, it's enough to keep it at home."

"Mother, I just can't let you go, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time. Fortunately, it looks much better."

As she was talking, A Niang couldn't bear it, and wiped her tears with her sleeves for several times before stopping, and said with a smile, "Look at me, Ji, it's good to be in good health, don't cry, come and drink more."

Zhou Ji watched as he managed to finish the bowl. Now, A Niang took the bowl again and took a big bowl. The tender chicken was in front of her eyes. Zhou Ji resolutely gave up resistance.

In the evening, A Niang left. Before she left, A Niang said, "Ah Ji, I asked Dr. Fu, and he said that your illness will take about three to two months to be treated with medicine, and you can go home and take care of it, that's all."

"At that time, I will pick you up with your father,"

Zhou Ji nodded, watching A Niang leave the room, and the little medicine boy went in to pick up the medicine bucket.

Sitting in this empty room, Zhou Ji walked back and forth with strides, leaning on the wall. Although it was slow, he made some progress anyway.

It wasn't until the evening that Zhou Ji sat back on the bed, closed his eyes, recalled A Niang's expression and tone of voice when he spoke, inexplicably, tears flowed down his cheeks, and fell softly on the pillow.

Sitting sideways, nestled, Zhou Ji didn't bother, this was the first time, Zhou Ji felt that he was too useless.

I couldn't help feeling sad, and after crying, Zhou Ji felt a little better.

Looking at the already dark room, motionless, Zhou Ji squinted his eyes, looking at the dark ceiling, thinking, where is this?

Since coming to this place, it was the first time for Zhou Ji to think so seriously, but Zhou Ji didn't have a clue about this question.

Until the sound of footsteps came from the long corridor outside the door, the door was pushed open, with a lamp in hand, the sudden light made Zhou Ji close his eyes.

Although he didn't see who it was, but based on the small voice, he guessed that Liang Nuo had returned.

If the little drug boy came in, he would leave immediately, but Liang Nuo would slow down and approach slowly.

Covered with a quilt, Liang Nuo didn't leave and sat aside, Zhou Ji couldn't see what Liang Nuo was doing with her eyes closed.

He had no choice but to open his eyes, Liang Nuo turned his head, looked at it, and reached out to wipe the corners of his eyes, Zhou Ji realized that the tears on his face seemed to have not dried yet.

Lying on his back, he let Liang Nuo wipe his face with a handkerchief, Zhou Ji didn't think about what to say, but Liang Nuo opened his mouth first, saying, "Aniang came to see you today."

Zhou Ji nodded without thinking too much, guessing, maybe the little drug boy told her.

Liang Nuo withdrew his hand, as if sighing softly, and said, "I thought I would take you out to have a look when you recovered from illness, maybe you would like it."

After the words fell silent, Liang Nuo said again, "Okay, stop talking, go to sleep."

Zhou Ji listened in confusion, before he could figure it out, he watched her leave the room in a hurry.