Mrs. Ding seemed to be in a good mood today. She gave the private caregiver a day off and asked Sister Qiu to pick out flower pots.
Jigglypuff is big, so in order to prevent it from knocking over the flowerpot, Sister Qiu specially picked a stoneware, a gray-white bowl-shaped flowerpot with the unique texture and texture of rocks, which was heavy in her hand.
Such a flowerpot, even if nothing is planted, is of great ornamental value when placed indoors alone.
Sister Qiu was very happy. She felt that her wife's attention to these little things was a sign that she was about to emerge from the gloom. She took the opportunity to suggest: "Although it is not the season for sowing, there is a heater in the house, and it will sprout after a few days. Do you want to plant something else?"
of?"
Mrs. Ding nodded calmly, looked at the stone flower pots, and said softly: "It's best to find a few flower pots similar to this one, with a unified style, so that they don't look cluttered at home."
Sister Qiu smiled and said: "There are six flower pots of this kind. None of them are exactly the same, but they are all similar in shape. They may be shorter or taller. Can I bring them up for you to choose from?"
"No need to pick, just bring them all up." Mrs. Ding lowered her eyes, "Plant two or three pots first, and wait for me to think about what to plant for the rest."
Sister Qiu said with a smile on her face, "Okay, I'll ask my husband what he means when he comes back. I remember that he likes asparagus."
Mrs. Ding gently twitched the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "Then put a pot of asparagus in his study."
Sister Qiu turned around and went downstairs to look for flower pots in the storage room. There were some flower seeds in the storage room. However, it is more cost-effective to buy plants like asparagus directly. If you start planting from seeds, you don’t know how long it will take to plant them.
grow up.
There used to be a gardener at home, who was responsible for maintaining the garden plants and the sunroom. After Ding Na's accident, Mrs. Ding's condition worsened and her temper became much colder. She felt that there were too many people in the house and it was noisy, so she fired all the cooks, gardeners and drivers.
Sister Qiu was left alone.
After a long period of patient persuasion, Ding Zhaolin finally allowed Mrs. Ding to compromise and accept home cleaning services three times a week and a private caregiver at home.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ding Zhaolin is very protective of his wife, who is 20 years younger than him.
Sister Qiu found five more stone flower pots in the storage room.
Each flower pot weighed nearly ten kilograms after being filled with soil, and it was impossible to carry it all together. Fortunately, she had a trolley at home. She put the flower pots one by one on the trolley, and then took the elevator to the second floor.
Pushing to Mrs. Ding's bedroom, she found that there was no one in the bedroom. Sister Qiu was stunned, turned around, walked a few steps forward, and saw Mrs. Ding sitting by the window of the study, with the cat nestled on her lap, like a thick layer of
Fluffy blanket.
Sister Qiu asked with a smile on her face: "Madam, where are the cat grass planted for Jigglypuff?"
"Just watch it." Mrs. Ding said calmly, as if she didn't care much.
Sister Qiu looked around in the study room, chose a place on the display shelf, and muttered: "I'll put it here first. If it's too low, I'm afraid Fatty will dig out the soil in the basin."
The cat seemed to understand its own name and "meowed" at Sister Qiu.
Sister Qiu said with a smile: "When the cat grass grows, Jigglypuff can eat the cat grass in the house instead of going outside. The weather is getting colder now."
Mrs. Ding slowly stroked the cat and said, "It likes it here. Let's move the cat climbing frame and cat nest on the first floor."
"Okay." Sister Qiu nodded, turned around and went downstairs again.
When there was no one at the door, Mrs. Ding stood up in her wheelchair, held the window frame with both hands, and stuck her head out to look down.
Directly below the window is a piece of withered yellow turf, bald in some places, revealing dark brown soil.
She looked at it quietly for a while, then turned her head and looked at the flower pots on the display shelf.
Jigglypuff stretched out and raised his big tail high to rub the mistress's legs. He had no idea that the mistress's face had darkened.
She walked to the display shelf, stretched out her hands toward the flowerpot, and frowned slightly...
It's very heavy. Even if you use all your strength, you can barely lift it a little. It's impossible to move it.
She took a breath, had to let go of her hands, and sat back in the wheelchair.
...This body is too weak.
She was a sickly person, but she lived year after year, while her daughter, who was lively and energetic, ended her life early. Who could she ask to explain such a thing?
Mrs. Ding laughed self-deprecatingly and patted her legs. As if Jigglypuff heard the signal, he immediately jumped onto her lap, curled up in a ball, and nestled comfortably.
She was thinking deeply and kept touching the cat. The sun shone in from the window behind her, and the tips of each cat hair seemed to be shining. This made her feel a little warm, and her bony fingers touched her almost greedily.
Trapped in cat fur.
"What a good cat..." She murmured softly, "You will help me, right?"
Ding Zhaolin's voice came from outside the door: "Why did you move this thing upstairs?"
"It's getting cold, so my wife asked me to move Jigglypuff's cat climbing frame and toys into the study."
Ding Zhaolin said: "That room has almost become Jigglypuff's playground."
There was a smile in his words and no intention of blaming him. He didn't use the study very often. It was said to be a study but it was actually more like a reception room for receiving guests.
His real study is in the other direction of the master bedroom, where his private collection of books, some important documents, and the safe are all there, so Ding Zhaolin doesn't mind that a cat takes up his space.
Ding Zhaolin and Sister Qiu walked in one after another. Mrs. Ding let go of the cat in her arms and said casually: "I came back very early today."
"There hasn't been much going on in the museum recently, and I've almost prepared some manuscript requests from several publishing houses. There's still some work left, and I can do it at home as well." Ding Zhaolin held the armrest of the wheelchair and pushed her back to the room, "How are you feeling today?"
"Not bad," Mrs. Ding nodded slowly, "Follow the doctor's instructions and walk around the yard to rest. I walked more than a thousand steps today."
"Did you eat much for breakfast?" Ding Zhaolin sighed, "You are too thin, you need to strengthen your nutrition."
Mrs. Ding replied with a half-smile: "Every day I have either chicken soup or bird's nest porridge, which is nutritious enough."
"That's because I'm tired of eating it." Ding Zhaolin turned to Sister Qiu and said, "Remember to change the way Madam eats it tomorrow, or change the way it is done."
Sister Qiu responded with a smile: "Okay."
She watched Ding Zhaolin and Mrs. Ding go back to the bedroom, feeling that the relationship between the couple was really good. Although the age gap seemed huge, the pace of life was surprisingly well matched, and they had never quarreled or quarreled.
pity……
Sister Qiu's eyes unconsciously fell on the big cat taking a nap indoors, feeling sad in her heart.
It's a pity that Miss Dina died at such a young age, otherwise, what a perfect home this would have been.
…
In the bedroom, Ding Zhaolin helped Mrs. Ding to bed, and then walked into the cloakroom and changed into pajamas.
Mrs. Ding leaned on the bed and asked sadly: "I dreamed of Nana again yesterday. When will the reward event you organized end?"
Ding Zhaolin paused slightly in changing clothes and looked over helplessly, "...haven't we already discussed this issue?"
He sighed deeply, walked over and held one of her hands in his, "You understand me best. Museums are places where culture is passed down. We cannot get involved in those vulgar and dirty rumors. I can only do this.
Only then can you wash away the dirty water on your body... Don't be too anxious. After two rounds at most, the topic will change."
