While I was recuperating at home for a week, I saw that the gauze wrapped around my forehead was getting thinner day by day.
Sometimes when changing the dressing, Jiang Zimo also looked at his wound carefully. There was indeed no scar, but the place where the stitches were stitched looked a little pinker than the rest of the skin. He pressed it gently with a cotton swab.
I didn't feel any pain either.
She was relieved, thinking that she would no longer have to look disfigured. Xiaojiang's fractures were miraculously healed. She could move freely in the living room every day, and it was very convenient for cooking and washing dishes.
She relieved a lot of her burden.
But she called the orthopedic surgeon, who told her not to be careless, so she still rocked the wheelchair when she went out.
Because her car was sent for repair, she now has to call a taxi to pick her up when she goes out to buy groceries. This makes it inconvenient to take Xiaojiang with her. So that day, there was really no food left in the refrigerator, so she had to go alone.
I put on a hat and changed into casual clothes, thinking about going out to buy some food and coming back.
She didn't tell Xiao Jiang when she went out because the bathroom door was closed and she didn't want the taxi driver to wait in the parking lot on the block, so she took her bag and left.
Who would have thought that when she got into the taxi, she realized something was wrong. The driver was not wearing a uniform, and as soon as she got in the taxi, he locked all the doors, without even asking her where she was going.
When it is open, the wind is blowing.
Jiang Zimo knew that her feelings were different, and after she understood it, she stopped resisting needlessly. Finally, the driver drove the car to a castle on the banks of the Zurich River. After opening the door for her, two servants dressed in clothes immediately appeared.
The woman in costume introduced her into the castle.
Many ancient aristocrats in Zurich admired Gothic-style architecture and decoration. When Jiang Zimo walked in, he saw all the furnishings that he saw, all of which had a very familiar Gothic literary and artistic atmosphere.
Shots like scenes from a movie appeared in front of her eyes, ancient natural hand-carved crystal lamps, huge oil paintings with a long history, and even when she sat down on the velvet classical sofa, a maid in standard maid clothes brought it to her.
The coffee pot and milk mixer are all silverware with exquisite patterns.
Aarons was sitting in front of the piano playing "Moon River". The tune was very familiar to her, but she only remembered after listening to it for a while. Yes, it turned out that Murong Qingyi also liked this tune.
She knew that he also played the piano well, but he had never shown it in front of her.
He has always been a secretive person, always leaving room for himself no matter in front of anyone.
After the song "Moon River" was finally played, Jiang Zimo clapped his hands in excitement and said to Aarons in French: "The chairman spent so much effort to invite me here, doesn't he just want me to listen to you?"
Is playing the piano that easy?”
Aarons stood up, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured a glass of wine for himself and her. There was a mischievous look in his blue eyes. He handed the wine to her hand and said, "Of course not."
Jiang Zimo waited for him to finish speaking, but who knew that he was stuck here and refused to continue. She put the wine glass in her hand aside and said bluntly: "The doctor said that I am still recovering and cannot drink."
"Then, maybe you will change your mind after I finish saying this."