Sunlight pours into the ward through the glass, and the green plants and glass decorations on the long table cast a shimmering light. In front of a row of elegant white pure leather sofas, the lilies in the bottle are slowly exuding their fragrance. Two nurses are walking around.
There was no sound on the carpet.
On the soft and clean hospital bed, Zhang Moyan had just woken up, her eyebrows were gloomy, and her sky-blue hospital gown made her skin clear and fair.
The cell phone dinged on the bedside. She crookedly reached out to reach for it, and a nurse quickly ran over and handed the phone into her hand.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." The nurse thoughtfully helped her raise the bed to a certain angle.
The caller ID on the mobile phone was "Mom". Zhang Moyan made a silent gesture to the nurse and answered the call.
"Mom?"
"Doudou," mother Huang Qin's voice came nervously: "Why didn't you call home last night?"
Only then did Zhang Moyan remember that a phone call she had to make every day had been missed yesterday. She hesitated and said randomly: "Yesterday... I was working on a very important manuscript. It was too late to finish it. I thought you guys were already asleep so I didn't call." "Oh, that's it," Huang Qin said with a tired voice: "Your grandma had high blood pressure again yesterday. I was busy all day, and I only remembered in the morning that you didn't call back yesterday. Don't do this next time. Do you hear me?"
I have to call my mother every night to tell her that I'm safe. My mother won't worry if you live alone!"
"Yes," Zhang Moyan promised meekly: "I will definitely beat you every day from now on. Mom, is grandma okay?"
"The old habit is gone. By the way, mom will take time to visit you this weekend."
"No, no, no," Zhang Moyan was startled and quickly excused, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow!"
"Going on a business trip? Where are you going this time and how many days will it take?"
"Go to Guangzhou! About a week...Mom, when I come back from my business trip, I will go back to see you." Zhang Moyan has been guilty of lying since she was a child, and she stumbles over her words.
Fortunately, Huang Qin didn't hear it through the phone: "Will you come back with Li Ming next week? I haven't seen him for a long time. You told him to come and see Huang's mother, and Huang's mother made his favorite coo.
Give him some meat to eat!"
Huang Qin's enthusiasm makes Zhang Moyan's heart tremble. She and Liming... should be considered broken up, right? She and Liming have not been dating for a long time, but Liming's decent and easy-going personality has won the favor of her parents. Zhang Feng and Huang Qin have long recognized each other.
Let him be your son-in-law.
Zhang Moyan couldn't imagine what it would be like if her parents knew they had broken up.
Just take it one day at a time!
"Li, Liming?" Zhang Moyan felt extremely guilty: "He seems to be quite busy recently, why don't I make an appointment to see him."
Zhang Moyan wants to give herself a slap in the face! What kind of date does she want to make, and how does she make a date?
Why did you say something like "I want to see you" when you clearly didn't think so?
Huang Qin was really excited when he heard that: "Okay, okay, just tell him that Huang's mother wants him to death, and he will definitely come! And Doudou, the shrimp paste you bought online last time is not available at home, why don't you buy it again?"
Buy two bottles alone. Last time Li Ming said that the water spinach I fried was particularly delicious, so I fried it with this sauce!"
Her mother's joy gave Zhang Moyan an instant impulse to tell the truth, but she was not sure whether her mother had the mental capacity to accept such bad news.
After all, she had been single for 25 years before she finally found a partner. This partner was quite popular and the whole family liked her very much.
If the truth is told now, her parents will definitely come over to get to the bottom of it, and her hospitalization will be exposed. With her mother's personality of spending every penny, the world will be in chaos.
She decided not to express it for the time being, and then asked seriously: "Is it the bottle with the yellow cap made in Thailand?"
……
What follows is a short story about daily life.
Huang Qin talked more and more as she went through menopause. After she retired from her job last year, she suddenly lost the collective life. The little sisters she interacted with were all younger than her and were still fighting for socialism, so she put Zhang
Mo Yan, her only daughter, became her confidant, and every day she called her, she wished she could tell her everything in detail.
After finally ending the phone call, Zhang Moyan let out a long breath.
In the second half of last year, my grandparents temporarily had no place to live due to house demolition, so they moved to her house.
The old couple are very characteristic of Shenhai. They are typical old-timers but very foreign-style. They have no consciousness of being dependent on others. From the moment they came, they emphasized that they should sleep in separate rooms. Keeping personal space is good for physical and mental health. It is said to be the latest American research. p>
As a result, Zhang Moyan's family's three-bedroom apartment of more than 100 square meters was stretched.
Fortunately, Zhang Moyan's family also has a small house of 53 square meters in the new district, which is close to her work, so she moved out by herself.
Although the phone was hung up, Huang Qin's instructions to take Liming home still lingered in her ears.
Zhang Moyan slid her phone to WeChat a little annoyed. There were many unread messages marked in red on the interface. She glanced at them and saw that most of them were messy notifications.
She ignored it for the time being and slid her index finger upwards until she saw Ming Ming's name.
The conversation still stopped at the last sentence she sent him.
Who can tell her whether she and Liming have broken up?
In TV dramas, don’t breakups usually require at least a breakup dinner and then saying “I hope you meet the right person” to each other on the breezy bridge and riverside?
Why don’t they have any?
Zhang Moyan struggled in his mind for a while, but still entered a few words: [Something happened to me yesterday and I was hospitalized.]
So pretentious!
She deleted and rewritten: [Are you busy?]
Feeling a bit coquettish.
Deleted again.
【Why don’t you reply to my message?】
The second is not to be stunned.
Delete again, write again, delete again...
After going back and forth like this, a question suddenly flashed into my mind: What would it be like for two people who broke up across the mobile phone screen to meet again?"
After thinking about it, she didn’t know.
She is experiencing a breakup for the first time in her life. Who knows what it feels like to meet an old lover!
Forget it, I’ll just go home next week and tell my parents that I can go on a mission in the field at dawn.
Zhang Moyan exited WeChat and habitually wanted to click on some other apps. However, before he could even open half of the app, a male voice sounded from the door: "To avoid stimulating brain nerve excitement, it is recommended to temporarily reduce the use of electronic products." p>
The voice was somewhat recognizable. Zhang Moyan looked up and saw the handsome and upright Vice President Geng Jungeng standing at the door of the ward.
"Geng Yuan!"
"Geng Yuan!"
The two nurses in the room were refreshed, and their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had seen the male god and superstar in their dreams.
Zhang Moyan was startled. Really, is it necessary to be so excited when meeting the leader?
Seeing Geng Jun approaching, the two nurses couldn't help but be excited on their faces. Their little toes were about to move, but they had to restrain themselves from stepping forward to pick him up.
Geng Jun walked to Zhang Moyan's bed, nodded politely to the two nurses, and then turned to ask Zhang Moyan: "Did you sleep well last night? How do you feel today? Does your head still hurt?" p>
Hmm?
So... gentle?
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but open her dark eyes and look at Geng Jun a few more times.
His mood is stable, his voice, tone, face and expression are all very warm. Today's Dean Geng has a completely different temperament.
"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Geng Jun bent down.
It actually has a breath of spring breeze.
Zhang Moyan gave in: "It doesn't hurt."
However, it did not escape the delicate hands of Dean Baiyi Shengxuegeng. He touched the swelling on her head: "The swelling is already going down, and it will be fine in two days."
After saying that, he pinched Zhang Moyan's wrist and looked at his watch for 15 seconds.
In these 15 seconds, Zhang Moyan stared at Geng Jun's face for 15 seconds when he saw the two female nurses.
Thinking that there was nothing wrong with her heart rate, Geng Jun put down her hand and gently urged: "You still have a few tests to do in the morning. The time is almost up. You must cooperate and hurry up to avoid affecting the patients who follow." p>
The tone of voice is comfortable, and the level of good words and speaking is absolutely world-class.
"Okay, Dean Geng, just now because..." The two nurses seemed to want to explain the reason for the delay.
Geng Jun raised his hand: "Stop talking about it now. You hurry up and help the patient make preparations. I'll go over and register you first."
Zhang Moyan's head was pounding.
Is this gentle and considerate Dean Geng really the icy-faced beauty yesterday?
The contrast cannot be said to be non-existent, it can only be said to be extremely huge.
It's quite interesting.
Geng Jun turned around without saying anything. At this time, two people walked in from the open door of the ward.
The person in charge is Jin Xueyang. He is carrying milk in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, in a standard posture of visiting patients.
Immediately behind him was an elderly man over fifty years old with starry white hair and wearing a navy blue coat.
"Editor-in-Chief, why are you here?" Zhang Moyan quickly got up and got out of bed as soon as he saw the person.
***The author has something to say***
I have been communicating with many author friends recently. Everyone is writing new books in the New Year. They basically write about the heroine, who is beautiful, sassy and all-powerful, who slaps the king in the face and fights for the family property. She is either a rich man who wastes his daughter's money or an empress and princess... just
I prefer ordinary heroines.
I like to be more real. The stories I write should be like stories that can happen in this world, and like stories that can happen to you.
This is my pursuit.
Besides, Zhang Moyan is very cute with a small refrigerator that opens the door to the theater. She is cool and cute, and she may not be able to beat the heroine!
