MTL - It’s Colder Today-Chapter 28

It was already December when Shi Yun took a break. It sounds like a month has passed, but in fact it was only two or three days later.

The cold wave brought heavy snow, and the coat and stockings that Shi Yun bought stopped halfway. Shi Yun also didn't receive the gift, because the gift he bought was also out of service due to the heavy snow.

Of course, this cold wave also made Wei Zongying catch a cold. He wore thin clothes that day, and after standing in the wind for a while, his tonsils started to become inflamed when he returned home.

He was lying on the sofa with a thermometer in his mouth and was extremely bored.

Shi Yun sat on the other side of the sofa and flipped through the collection of love poems for a while, then picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, patted the person lying on the sofa: "Okay, open your mouth."

Shi Yun took out the thermometer from his mouth and looked at the temperature: "I have a fever."

After sterilizing the thermometer, put it in a plastic tube for storage.

She brought a lot of medicine, and found capsules and granules from the shopping bag of the pharmacy. Call people to get up and take medicine in the tone of "Da Lang has taken the medicine".

Wei Zong shouldn't get sick very often, but when he gets sick, he becomes very weak. Drinking medicine is in slow motion, and getting up is also in slow motion.

When Shi Yun saw that he had a fever, he looked like he couldn't take care of himself: "You know what? I once had a fever and was still on my period, but it happened to be in time for my boyfriend..."

Speaking of this, Shi Yun was taken aback, and when he was about to change his words immediately, the person who had been reacting slowly like a sloth seemed to have caught some life-saving straw, and immediately regained his spirit: "Oh? Your ex-boyfriend? What about your ex-boyfriend?"

He couldn't let go of this question, so Shi Yun had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Catching up with the fruit of his mulberry tree, I picked several barrels by myself with the blood loss debuff, and I'm not as weak as you." Shi Yun patted him, "Okay, shut up and close your eyes and go to bed now."

By the way, I tucked the quilt for him: "You are going to sweat now."

He was wrapped up like a silkworm baby by Shi Yun, with only his head sticking out of the quilt, and Shi Yun wore a knitted hat.

He didn't move, didn't close his eyes or shut his mouth: "You can sweat if you do it."

"You have a fever. It's a raised tongue sound, not a flat tongue sound." Shi Yun glared at him, and then took the cup he had taken the medicine to the kitchen.

After finishing all this work, Shi Yun sat down on the other side of the sofa again, and opened half of the poetry collections he had read before.

Wei Congying wondered why Shi Yun always read poetry collections. Although the text in poetry collections is indeed beautiful, because of the style and the small number of words, every word and sentence is refined to the ultimate beauty before writing.

"Do you like poetry books very much?"

The book reader flicked his hand and said, "It's okay."

Wei Congying was exhausted because of the fever. He originally slept in the bedroom, but because Shi Yun wanted to read in the living room, he followed him.

Lying on the sofa was a bit uncomfortable for a tall man like him, with his feet sticking out from under the quilt, Wei Congying kicked Shi Yun's leg like a childish ghost, making her unable to read quietly.

Shi Yun pressed his calf and beat him several times with a book.

The fever made his eyes red, and the lacrimal glands were stimulated. His eyes were full of tears, and he looked watery.

Shi Yun put down the book and moved to his side: "Then let me chat with you? What are we talking about? Talk about prostatitis, which is more common in men?"

Wei Zongying closed his eyes, turned his head to the side, and looked very playful in his weariness of studying.

Shi Yun: "When you were playing with the car, why didn't you get tired of studying when you talked about technical issues with Cheng Ge?"

"Even if you are talking about medicine, you also talk about something that interests me." Wei Congying opened his eyes, but seeing that she was a little close to him, fearing that the cold would infect her, Wei Congying simply turned his head further.

"Are you interested?" Shi Yun snorted, "Feminine characteristics?"

"When I was doing business, I was a little attached to my chest. But that was for you, not this physical feature." Wei Congying thought for a while and told her to sit on the sofa to prevent his cold from passing on to her.

Shi Yun ignored him, and was surprised by what he said just now.

Seeing that she was standing beside her, Wei Cong called her again.

Shi Yun stood up, and then straddled him: "You are so hot all over, isn't it also hot there?"

"Be a person." Wei Congying wrapped the quilt a little tighter by himself, "Read a book, I still have a lot of poetry collections on my bookshelf, take your time, I'm going to sleep."

However, Wei Zongying was still in good physical condition, and his fever subsided in the evening.

The next day, he was alive and well, and he sent Shi Yun to the hospital in the morning. As usual, he got up first and dragged the people under the covers.

Shi Yun sat in the co-pilot and yawned. He bought sandwiches and hot coffee: "I've been busy for a while recently."

Whether he is busy or not is the same to Shi Yun, because he is very busy.

Every year, there will always be a few interns who will be scolded for writing medical records. Shi Yuan is one of them this year, and Shi Yun escaped this time.

Shi Yuan and Shi Yun were still crying when they returned to the duty room, so they thought it was Shi Yun who bullied her.

In the end, there were too many people who couldn't help but look around, Shi Yun patted her on the shoulder as a consolation: "Go back and change it, the director is that kind of person."

"It's not you who scolded." Shi Yuan dodged for a while, letting Shi Yun's hand drop.

Since she had such an attitude, Shi Yun didn't bother to comfort her.

Every day in the clinic during the day and in the laboratory at night, Shi Yun himself was exhausted to death.

It's just that she didn't take a few steps when Shi Yun heard someone calling her from behind.

The voice sounded a little weak.

Shi Yun turned his head and saw a man in a wheelchair. A scrawny body was put on a hospital gown that didn't look too big. He was wearing a knitted hat and an oxygen tube under his nose.

He was like a scarecrow in a rice field.

Seeing Shi Yun's astonished expression, he knew that he had not admitted the wrong person.

He waved at Shi Yun: "Long time no see."

Shi Yun looked at the face that was so pale that there was no blood, and was taken aback for a moment, a little unsure, because he was so skinny: "Zhuohui?"

The man nodded: "It's me."

…

A lot of thought was put into the renovation of the Capital No. 2 Hospital, and I don’t know if the hospital’s green environment was included in the selection of hospitals. In short, the No. 2 Hospital’s greening rate is very high.

But winter is the season when plants are scarce, and there are few plants to appreciate in the whole hospital.

Zhuo Hui sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs. Shi Yun pushed him under the winter sun, it only snowed recently, and the sun didn't feel as warm as usual, maybe it was because his body was getting worse and worse.

He and Shi Yun are neighbors.

Shi Yun remembered that he was very fat when he was a child, because his body was not flexible because he was fat and he was a loser every time he played games.

Later, I vaguely heard about Zhuohui's experience from the mouths of the elders in the family.

There is almost no hope of healing for the diseases brought out of the mother's womb.

But the family still took him everywhere to seek medical treatment, and even sold the family house. Since then, Shi Yun has never seen him again.

The optimistic little fat man in my memory now only has skin and bones left.

Shi Yun: "How is your health?"

Zhuohui seems to have heard many such questions, he moved his mouth dryly and smiled: "Steal the day, pray before going to bed every night to wake up, and then see the nurse come to hang the water for me the next day, I am very happy .”

No one wants to live.

But Zhuohui was helpless to him. A few years ago when he was still free to move, he also traveled to see mountains and rivers.

In the past few years, he has almost lost his autonomy. Looking at his parents with white hair who sold the house for himself, sometimes he can't wait to jump directly from the window.

Facing his optimism, Shi Yun couldn't say anything, any words were pale.

"It's time for my appointment with the nurse." Zhuo Hui turned to look at Shi Yun, "Can you please push me back?"

Zhuohui lived on the third floor, and Shi Yun knew that almost all the people living there were dying, and most of their bodies were on the other side of the gate of hell.

He lived in a sunny room, a two-person ward.

The patient on the other bed was not there. No one knew whether he had passed away, was rescued, or just went to relax.

Shi Yun pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed, and helped the weak Zhuo Hui to sit on the bed. She started to help him cover the quilt.

Before leaving, Zhuo Hui stopped her.

"He... I heard from my parents about the He family." Zhuo Hui sighed, obviously he was also very pitiful, but instead comforted Shi Yun, "It will grow in the future."

Shi Yun pushed the wheelchair to the corner, looked at the person on the hospital bed, she nodded, maybe to comfort him, maybe she was going to move forward.

No one knows.

Being busy makes it seem like time goes by so fast.

Shi Yun didn't expect that she and Wei Zongying hadn't broken up yet.

I am very busy, but sometimes he is busier than myself.

When talking about this doubt, when the white coat and stockings that Shi Yun bought came in handy, Wei Cong should "make the best use of everything".

Shi Yun hugged his waist and tried his best to cooperate.

If Wei Congying wanted to answer why he and Shi Yun were able to get along so far, it might be because when he said he was busy, she really believed that he was busy.

He wouldn't try his best to check posts and send messages like Fang Qian did. Shi Yun didn't seem to have the kind of suspiciousness that girls often have towards himself.

And most guys hate that.

Because 10% of their busyness is fake.

But Wei Zong's busyness was really busy.

Wei Zongying finally agreed to Zhang Guangwei, and he will go to the Xunchuan competition at that time. He didn't tell Shi Yun about this, but he told Lin Fang and the others.

Lin Fang was so angry that he scolded him for a minute, just like his girlfriend who broke up with him: "You really think your life is too long, don't you?"

Jiang Xuyang's attitude was normal, he only asked him when he would go to Xunchuan for the competition.

Wei Cong replied: "The seventh day of the new year."

Shi Yun didn't expect that the instructor really gave them a vacation when they said they were on vacation.

Ten days off.

I can go back for the New Year.

The end of the year is approaching, and the news is always talking about the Spring Festival travel over and over again.

The word "reunion" is never absent from this kind of news.

Shi Yun didn't have much expectation for going home during the New Year, and the New Year atmosphere in their house was not as strong as before.

But this time Shi Yun was still going home. Because she was going back, she went back to the dormitory to organize some clothes, and dragged a small suitcase back home.

She also called Wei Congying and told him that she had gone home.

It's just that no one answered the phone, so she finally sent a message to Wei Congying.

It started snowing again today.

Shi Yun took a taxi at the school gate for a long time before arriving.

Probably because the new year is approaching, many people who worked in the capital have returned to their hometowns. There will always be traffic jams on the way home, maybe it's because deep in my heart I hate going home, Shi Yun doesn't feel bothered by traffic jams at all.

Instead, he sat in the back row and looked at the snowy sky with interest.

She thinks that there is no one who is "sick of homesickness", and she will be like this when she goes home. I even hope that the red section of the traffic jam will be lengthened, just like riding an empty bus while doing nothing, hoping that the terminal will be farther away.

But maybe the driver doesn't want to.

The driver walked the path with great skill, and finally delivered Shi Yun to the old alley on time.

Looking around, brand-new Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters are pasted on every door.

The wheels of the suitcase are not easy to drag on the stone road, and the sound of the wheels rolling is too loud. Shi Yun didn't want to disturb others, so he simply carried it all the way from the entrance of the alley.

A few clothes and a few books were stuffed in the suitcase, along with her laptop.

Those few books that I don't know if they will be opened account for one-third of the total weight. Shi Yun mentioned it and took a rest, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand.

He Sui didn't know when to appear behind her.

The old alleys are old, and cars can't park in them. In the past two years, a vacant space was barely created in front of the old neighborhood where every inch of land was expensive, and it was transformed into a parking lot, which is convenient for people nearby to park.

He Sui stepped in to help, handing her the roasted sweet potatoes and chestnuts: "Why don't you delay?"

Shi Yun took what was in his hand: "The wheel is broken."

He Sui didn't doubt that he was there, so he carried it for Shi Yun: "I bought two servings of chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes, you take one to eat."

"Auntie cooks hard for you at home, you don't eat well and buy this kind of food." Shi Yun reached out and took out a chestnut from the paper bag. There was an opening on the chestnut, and when he squeezed it lightly, the chestnut shell exploded. Peeled off.

He Sui still doesn't know Shi Yun's little plan: "Then you take it all."

Shi Yun immediately tasted the chestnuts from Liangrenji, and only their chestnuts could be so delicious. In the winter before, they would always scrape together their pocket money and go to Liang Ren Ji to buy chestnuts to eat. Of course, most of the time it was not Shi Yun's turn to pay.

The two of them walked in together, and the smell of food wafted from the half-open window next to it, and Shi Yun peeled another one for He Sui. He took it from Shi Yun's hand, and then threw it into his mouth: "How long will you stay this time?"

"Look at my dad."

Chestnuts are delicious, but dry mouth.

"Are you still arguing with Uncle Shi?" He Sui cared about her.

Shi Yun and He Sui's family lived in the alley, and they still had to walk for a while. The messy electric poles above the old alley made it hard for the electrician.

I don't know whose family was burning lo mei in the courtyard. The smoke rose from the courtyard and was blown away by a gust of wind when it was about to touch the electric wires that divided the sky.

Vulnerable.

"It hasn't been easy since then. I'm not his daughter to him now, but one of the murderers of his wife."

He Sui was silent, because he knew the cause and effect of the matter. Shi Yun was as old as him, and she was a child of someone else's family since she was a child. There is no family in the whole alley that does not envy Shi Yun's mother. Shi Yun was also upbeat. He never let his parents worry about his studies since he was a child, and even skipped a grade. He always got a full scholarship for his studies.

She is different from other children, and there is no time when she is disobedient, and there is no time when she talks back to her parents and makes her parents have a headache.

During her more than 20 years of prosperity, she had fallen once in particular, and that time led to her mother's unexpected death.

He Sui knew better why Shi Yun fell so depraved because of something.

The topic was so heavy that Shi Yun felt a little uncomfortable, so she moved the topic away: "By the way, I met Zhuo Hui two days ago."

He Sui had an impression of the frail and sickly neighbor in the past: "What's wrong?"

"He feels like he's dying." After Shi Yun finished speaking, he suddenly realized that this topic didn't seem to be going anywhere easily.

For two bereaved people, death is not something to talk about and forget about in a flash.

The houses of their two families can already be seen, and Shi Yun saw the handmade lanterns still hanging in front of their house from a long distance, and his eyes were sore.

He Sui lifted Shi Yun's suitcase to the door all the way, then put it on the ground, pulled up the handle, and sighed: "Life is very fragile."

Shi Yun agreed, but didn't answer him. Holding hands and dragging the suitcase, they headed home. He Sui looked at the wheels rolling well, and knew that Shi Yun was lying to himself again: "You're lying again."

Shi Yun raised the sweet potatoes and chestnuts in his hand to express his gratitude: "The wheel is broken, which means that the wheel may break when it rolls all the way to the door."

Strong words.

Grandparents are still the same as in previous years. The couplets pasted on the door are all written by myself.

The bacon is hanging in the yard, and the pork she buys is her favorite pork belly.

When Shi Yun dragged the suitcase in, it happened that Grandpa came out of the house with a broom. When he saw Shi Yun at the door, he was taken aback, and his wrinkled face changed from surprise to surprise very quickly: "Did you come back?"

Shi Yun smiled at his grandfather: "Grandpa."

Grandpa put down the broom, walked towards Shi Yun, and called to the grandma who was cooking inside: "My niece is back."

Grandma thought she was hallucinating, but when she looked out from the kitchen, she saw her granddaughter who hadn't come back for a long time.

The house is still the same as when Shi Yun came back last time, and the cloth covering the water dispenser hasn't changed.

Grandpa looked at the rice in the rice cooker. Shi Yun didn't say hello before he came back, and they only made the rice for the old couple. Since the death of the daughter-in-law, the granddaughter didn't come back often, and the son moved out.

Put the lid on the pot again, and grandpa looked for a clean bowl in the cupboard: "Maybe there is not enough rice, I'll go next door to fill a bowl."

We have been old neighbors for decades, and it is no surprise that we need less rice to fill a bowl.

Grandma took Shi Yun's quilt out. There was no sun outside, and the quilt had been kept in the cupboard. It smelled like mothballs. Although there was no sun, it would reduce the smell by hanging it under the porch and blowing the night breeze.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back today, the sun was so good two days ago, I can still dry you a quilt."

Shi Yun watched as grandma hugged the quilt and stepped forward to help.

Grandma is a clean person, so she wiped the clothesline first. She is already old, and the work of drying the quilt is not as good as Shi Yun's hands, which can easily swing the quilt up.

Shi Yun hung out the two quilts to let the air dry, and the grandfather on the other end also came back with a bowl of rice from He Sui's house across the street.

Not only was there rice, but also a bowl of vegetables.

The dish is braised chicken feet.

Shi Yun knew that He Sui's family had a unique secret recipe, which was a must for roasting lo mei. Whether it is eaten with a meal or eaten as a snack, it is very delicious. I heard that Chinese medicine is added in it. Their family members know the specific prescription.

Therefore, every time his family passed by the stewed vegetable shop at the entrance of the alley, it was sneaky. After all, the owner of the stewed vegetable shop would always stop and ask for prescriptions when he saw their family.

For dinner, the three of them had dinner together, and they talked about how long Shi Yun could stay at home during the Chinese New Year.

It's hard to say for a few days.

It all depends on how much she and her dad can tolerate each other.

This is the truth, but speaking out broke the hearts of the two old people. Shi Yun gnawed on the chicken feet, not saying anything dead: "I'm not sure yet, maybe our teacher will notify us to go back to school at any time."

"Why are you so busy as a graduate student?" Grandpa took some food for Shi Yun, "I see He Sui on the opposite side is pretty relaxed."

Shi Yun knew that her grandfather had forgotten again: "Grandpa, he is the same age as me, but he is two years younger than me."

Grandpa patted his head: "I always get confused. I always feel that the two He family brothers opposite are the same age. Yes, yes, He Sui is the same age as you, and He Yun is three years older than you two."

At this point, grandma coughed: "Why is this scrambled egg so salty? Did you add salt to it when it came out of the pan?"

Grandpa defended: "I didn't."

It was the first time Shi Yun ate the chicken feet that were delicious since he was a child, and suddenly felt that the taste was different from what he remembered.

She didn't eat two mouthfuls of rice, so she said she couldn't eat anymore.

Put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, get up: "I'll go and put the quilt in."

Watching her granddaughter go to the corridor outside, grandma held the top of the chopsticks and made a gesture to hit someone. She wanted to get angry but she was afraid of being heard by Shi Yun outside, so she lowered her voice: "What are you talking about?"

"I forgot." The elders always couldn't see the children eating too little, and the grandfather saw that Shi Yun had barely moved his job, and his heart ached.

One is that I feel distressed that my granddaughter eats less.

The second is that the food is wasted.

"You forget everything, you don't forget to tease your crickets every morning, and play chess with your grandson in the afternoon." When grandma put away her chopsticks and wanted to say more, Shi Yun had already entered the room and went upstairs with two quilts in her arms .

Shi Yun's bedroom was still the same.

It has remained unchanged since childhood, except for some worn-out furniture that was replaced.

Every piece of furniture can also find evidence of her growth, and her favorite things in various time periods. But many of them are childish copycat things that I want to come to now.

Star postcards and anime stickers were bought from the stationery store in front of the school for five or ten yuan.

On the bookshelf are the must-read books required by her for all grades from childhood to adulthood, as well as several photo albums. Her bookshelf is far from the style of the bookshelf in Wei Zongying's apartment.

Shi Yun put the quilt on the bed and made the bed casually.

Reaching out for the photo album on the bookshelf, from her birth to high school, her mother took photos of Shi Yun's "black history" at every stage of her growth.

On the first day of school every year, and at the end of each semester, she takes a photo at the door of her house.

Those who took a group photo together were He Sui and He Yun who were opposite. Later, He Yun's group photo stopped after he went to college.

In Shi Yun's dark history, He Sui was always the one who arrived late.

Looking at the faces that are familiar but 'this time is different from the past', Shi Yun's smile became less and less visible after seeing his full moon photo.

The last photo in the album is a showing off of Shi Yun holding the university admission notice, and there will be no more after that.

When tears fell on the photo, Shi Yun realized that he was crying.

The vibrating mobile phone in her pocket interrupted her "sad spring and sad autumn", and it was Wei Congying who called her.

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