The small town in my hometown belongs to the southernmost part. In March, many trees have bloomed and everything is green, making the town full of vitality.
Zhao Qingqing opened the window of her home, and the spring breeze seemed to open the window of her soul, which made her feel bright.
She pursed her lips and smiled.
The wind blew over and caressed her face, feeling a little cool and a little warm.
Looking into the distance, far, far away, there is still a green wheat field.
It’s been almost a month since I came back. In addition to sleeping, I just code. These days seem to be very fulfilling, but something seems to be missing.
I don’t know what Mu Mu and that person in the distance are doing now.
‘Dong dong dong’
There was a knock on the door, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned around and said, "Come in."
The door opened and my father walked in, holding a steaming bowl in his hand.
Zhao Qingqing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Which aunt sent it to me?"
"This is the tonic soup I made for you personally, dad. It contains tonics. Drink it while it's hot."
A tonic stewed by one's own hands? Zhao Qingqing laughed, "What tonic soup? What medicine? Shiquan Dabu Pills?"
"You damn girl and dad are so immoral." Zhao Yuanjin scolded him lovingly, walked up to his daughter, handed the soup over, "Drink it while it's hot."
Zhao Qingqing looked at the dark liquid in the bowl and frowned, "Eh? What is this? It's disgusting."
"Dabu Decoction is a tonic left by your grandfather. It was originally meant to be given to your mother during the confinement period..." Zhao Yuanjin stopped mid-sentence, and then sighed, "Hey."
Every time she mentioned her mother, Zhao Qingqing got scared. She stretched out her hands to take the bowl and brought it to her mouth. Her brows were so furrowed that she could kill a fly.
She pinched her nose with one hand, then raised her head and drank the tonic soup in one gulp.
It's not as bitter as expected, and the soup has a familiar taste.
It seems to be the same flavor in all the soups she drinks these days.
Passing the bowl back to his father, Zhao Qingqing asked curiously: "Dad, what is added to this soup? Why does it have the same taste every time when the soup is served by those aunts?"
Zhao Yuanjin smiled and replied: "What they sent was either chicken soup or fish soup. How much more nourishing would it be to just stew the chicken and stew the bones? So after they sent it, I processed it again and added the ones left by your grandfather.
tonic."
Zhao Qingqing frowned when he heard this, "Is it possible that I have some terminal illness and you secretly gave me some treatment medicine without telling me?"
Her tone was half joking and half serious.
I always feel that my father is a little weird.
She was obviously in good health and as strong as a cow, but he was still very nervous.
Zhao Yuanjin's face darkened and he reprimanded: "You kid is getting more and more outspoken. What kind of terminal disease do you have before I die?"
Zhao Qingqing smiled and walked over and hugged his arm, acting affectionately, and asked with a smile: "I just want to ask, why are you so nervous?"
'Hey' Zhao Yuanjin sighed deeply and said earnestly: "Girl, dad is getting old and is very afraid that something will happen to you. You don't know how scared I was during those days when you were in the hospital. I was thinking, if our girl has been
If I can’t wake up, why don’t you take care of my funeral arrangements in the future? Not to mention that no one will take care of me if I get sick.”
There was endless worry in his eyes.
The future of their children is the eternal concern of their parents. Zhao Qingqing looked at his father's white hair on his temples and his eyes heated up, "No, you have such a strong body and bones, you won't get sick."
