I didn't know the meaning of the song at first [entertainment]

Netizens left messages to comfort Pei Wanchu to take care...

"Is Director Pei crying? His eyes are red, and he speaks in a crying tone..."

Pei Wanchu rubbed the corners of his eyes, actually he didn't know what happened just now, but he couldn't admit that he cried.

"I have a cold and a fever, and my throat is a little uncomfortable."

The phone rang, and he answered it. It was his mother's only friend in China, Aunt Gui who lived in a small town in the southwest.

"Wanchu, the sweet-scented osmanthus you ordered from me last time, I took care of it. I made it for you according to the weight of sixty catties of wine. Are you back?"

"Oh, okay, sorry for the trouble, Aunt Gui, do you still have the previous address?"

"Yes, I will send you a courier in a while. If it is fast, it will arrive tomorrow. I will divide it into six packs for you, and a pack of ten catties of wine is convenient for you."

Pei Wanchu said thank you, and hung up the phone to transfer a sum of money to Aunt Gui. Aunt Gui was a classmate of my mother's in college, the same major and the same dormitory, and the relationship was very good.

As the name suggests, Aunt Gui likes sweet-scented osmanthus. After graduation, she went to settle in a small town in the southwest that is suitable for growing sweet-scented osmanthus. She found a large piece of land to grow only sweet-scented osmanthus.

When he was a child, his mother took him to visit Aunt Gui. For the first time, he knew that there are so many varieties of sweet-scented osmanthus, and he can make so many delicious things.

Osmanthus cake, osmanthus cake, osmanthus tea, and osmanthus wine that his mother likes.

In those years in country A, Aunt Gui would send a large bag of sweet-scented osmanthus to her mother every year. Mother would take part of it to make wine, and the other part to make cakes, dishes, and medicine.

In those years, my mother's nostalgia was resolved by sweet-scented osmanthus...

Aunt Gui said that he ordered sixty catties, and Pei Wanchu was in a daze. There was only one ten catties wine jar at home, what should I use for the other fifty catties?

He can't remember at all, why did he plan to make sixty catties of wine?

He only thought that there were not enough jars at home, so he crawled online and found a local seller who bought wine jars before. Fortunately, the other party's business was normal, so he ordered five jars and asked them to deliver them tomorrow.

There was bread bought for him by Xiao Trump in the refrigerator, and he took a piece of unpacked medicine and swallowed a few according to the instructions.

When the doorbell rang, he opened the door, and outside stood Gu Xiaosu carrying a lunch box.

"I heard that you were sick. Director Bai arranged for me to come over and take a look and bring you something to eat."

Gu Xiaosu, who volunteered to come just now, was arranged in front of Pei Wanchu.

Pei Wanchu reckoned that he didn't have the strength to cook, and someone delivering food could be called a timely gift.

"have you eaten?"

"I ate it. Are you seriously ill? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Gu Xiaosu asked.

Pei Wanchu waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's just a matter of taking medicine for two or three days."

Gu Xiaosu watched Pei Wanchu silently after eating, clearing up the trash, and left silently. It was not until the door was closed that Pei Wanchu realized why the child was a little weird today?

He turned on the heater, went back to the room, lay on the bed and stared at the opposite wall but couldn't fall asleep.

There was a huge photo with poor pixels on the wall, the only photo in his entire house. He stared at the photo, as if the scenes inside were alive, and finally rolled to the sofa with his body hugged by the quilt.

He had been in a coma for more than twenty hours when the doorbell woke him up.

He got up, his back was soaked, he was wrapped in clothes and opened the door, there was a delivery man led by the security guard outside, he took the wine can into the house, said thank you, and walked into the bathroom...

After taking a shower, he touched his forehead, as if the fever had subsided.

He opened Weibo and glanced, and he was not in the top ten most searched, but he was listed at No.16, which was not a good thing after all, he was too lazy to click into it.

The top search is Tian Min's new drama, which seems to be filmed by Lu Zhi.He clicked in and took a look. It was nothing more than a few photos of fixed makeup, and there were tens of thousands of comments below. He quietly backed out, for fear that he would accidentally leave marks...

He must not be able to go out recently, so he sent a message asking Xiao Speaker to bring him some food, and help him pick up the courier along the way.

After get off work, Xiaoba and Gu Xiaosu came together. They bought him a lot of bags, fruits, frozen food, and vegetables, as well as dinner.

While stuffing the trumpet into the refrigerator, he told him: "The boss said, don't go out these days, and rest at home to recuperate. There are paparazzi in front of the company and your house."

"It's also weird, who the hell is biting it."

Gu Xiaosu pursed her lips and said two words concisely: "Rival in love."

Pei Wanchu said happily, "Little friend, I'm thinking too much. Over the years, although I'm not well-known, I have offended many people. This year, I can only count the two top ones. It's normal for everyone to push the wall down."

He doesn't quite believe that he is enough for Tian Min to spend money to find someone to mess with him, not to mention that he has no definite relationship with Wen Yi, even if it is confirmed, you all advertise to the world that you are engaged and married, how can I, a loser, deserve your attention?

Pei Wanchu rested at home for another two days, her throat was no longer itchy, and her fever subsided. The sun was hanging in the sky, and the autumn weather was crisp and beautiful.

He moved five new pots to the roof, and they haven't come up since he came back. While he was away, the little trumpet came to help him water, and the plants upstairs were still alive.

He was busy cleaning the pots, cleaning the roof, and taking care of every pot of plants.

After working for a long time, I was sweating all over, and I sat on the roof and lit a cigarette.

His throat has been sore for a few days, and he hasn't smoked a single cigarette. He doesn't know why he didn't smoke for a month or two before, but his craving for cigarettes has become stronger in the past two months.

As the sun set, he held up the jars to shine a light on the sky. He did everything thoroughly, and moved down one by one. He opened the cabinet and took out the white wine he had prepared earlier, and topped it with sweet-scented osmanthus petals and rock sugar.

New glass jars were filled to the brim and lined the cabinets.

He opened the original can of wine, fished out the petals with a strainer, put in a new one, filled the wine again, added rock sugar, and arranged all the petals clearly.

After tossing, the sweat on his back was dry and drenched, he squeezed out the medicinal incense and continued to ignite the two.

But only a few days after he came back, he saw that the medicinal fragrance in the wooden box was running low, he sighed, these things left by his mother will eventually be used up...

He took a shower, wrapped himself in a quilt, and lay down on the sofa. He obviously didn't have much exercise, but fell asleep quickly after lying down.

In his sleep he was back in the garden of St. Mingerken, where her mother was mixing black powder on the little square table.

He recognized what they were. They were medicinal powders mixed with several herbs and plants, which were dried and ground. His mother did not know how to pour these powders into something like a syringe, and squeezed out into a straight thin strip.

He tried a few times, and the extruded shape was matched with dark brown, which was horrible...

"Mom, what's the use of these?"

"Baby can't sleep well at night, likes to sweat and catches a cold. This one can soothe the nerves and make you sleep more comfortably. Dad used to like to smell it too. The baby has smelled it since he was a child..."

"Mom, why are you doing so much?"

There are more and more medicinal fragrances in front of me, from five centimeters to ten centimeters, and they are still rising, one meter, two meters, three meters...

"Because mom is leaving soon, and if you feel uncomfortable in the future, mom won't be able to accompany you..."

As soon as the words fell, the medicinal incense pile several meters high collapsed.

"Mom, don't go..."

Pei Wanchu stretched out his hands and sat up, he opened his eyes and gasped for breath, everything was a dream...

In the dark, he wiped the sweat off his face. His hands were a little warm. He turned on the floor lamp and took out the medicine box. There was only one medicine left in it.

After taking the medicine, he touched his phone, and after three o'clock in the morning, he turned on the dialog box of the small speaker and sent a message.

"It's Ming Kong, bring me a box of better anti-inflammatory and anti-fever medicines."

The little trumpet immediately asked him, "Is it serious?"

"No, be prepared, don't worry, tomorrow is free, have a good rest, good night."

Turning off the floor lamp, he was about to lie down, took a few deep breaths, the scent of the medicine seemed to be gone, he reached out to the bookshelf to take a look.

The incense tube that Wen Yi gave him was too high, and before he opened it, he knocked over something placed beside it.

The sound of glass breaking when it hit the ground, he didn't have the energy to clean it up, so he put the incense tube back as it was, pulled the quilt over his head, and fell asleep again.

Xiao Trumpet thought that Pei Wanchu said he was in no hurry, so he came here near noon, and brought lunch along the way.

He wobbled with the bag in his hand, but at the door of the unit, he ran into a person, someone that everyone probably didn't want to see.

"Mr. Wen, what are you doing here?" Although the little trumpet used the honorific title, his tone was not very good.

"Is Xiao Chu sick? I heard from the media squatting nearby that he hasn't been out for a few days, don't worry come and have a look." Wen Yi stared at the pharmacy pocket in Xiao Trump's hand without turning his eyes.

"Thanks to you, I can't even get out of the house. Don't come, you'll be scribbling again when the media sees it." How much the little trumpet liked Wenyi before, but now he annoys him so much, he just doesn't do it like a dog personnel.

"You asked me to go up and see him. If I don't go in, I'll be at the door. As long as he's okay, I'll go quietly. I promise not to embarrass you..."

Little Horn must disagree, the two stood at the door in a stalemate, the food in their hands turned from hot to cold, and Little Horn was the first to lose.

"Well, you can only hide outside the door and don't let him see you. He can't stand any stimulation now..."

Wen Yi categorically said that he would never be seen, the two of them went upstairs one after the other, Wen Yi hid by the door, and closed the anti-theft door behind the small speaker after entering the room.

"Director Pei, are you still sleeping? Come out for dinner."

"I bought you food..."

"Director Pei? Director Pei?"

Wen Yi frowned, and was hesitating whether to go in, when the small speaker pushed the door open: "Mr. Wen, Director Pei can't wake up, he's very hot."

Wen Yi opened the door and walked in, the first thing that came into view was the broken perfume bottle in front of the bookshelf, it was the half bottle of perfume he gave to Pei Wanchu.

He didn't care about tidying up, he stretched out his hand, his forehead was very hot, he lifted the quilt, Pei Wanchu was wearing thin pajamas.

"No, we have to go to the hospital. Go out and quietly call a taxi and drive to the door of the unit. I'll take him down and take him to the hospital."

The little trumpet said yes, and trotted out the door.

Wen Yi opened the door and entered Pei Wanchu's bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and found a thick coat.He turned around and saw the blurry photo on the wall. Even though it was blurry, he recognized it through the pattern on the courtyard wall. This was the backyard of Pei Wanchu Shengming's home that he had been to. It was different from the dry scene he saw. Flowers are blooming in the photo.

He helped Pei Wanchu up and put on his clothes. Pei Wanchu closed his eyes tightly and mumbled.

"Xiao Chu, do you know me? Remember me?"

"Dad, Mom, why did you leave and leave me alone...Dad, Mom..."