Lao Tan woke up with stomach pain at around four o'clock in the middle of the night.
Yaru went to work at four o'clock and woke up too.
When Lao Tan found out that Ya Ru was awake, he endured it, thinking that the pain would pass after a while. This had happened before.
Yaru walked to the bed and asked, "You're awake, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Lao Tan said.
"Why are you drinking that wine again?"
"I didn't realize how much I drank------"
"It's not much yet? You can't even get out of the car, so Xiao Gao and his wife helped you in." Yaru complained, and then asked again: "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay." Lao Tan said firmly.
"It's okay. I'm going to work. I can't keep delaying work. Just don't move in the morning. Judging from your face, you look like you're seriously ill. I'll be back early at noon."
Yaru brought the antihypertensive medicine and water to Lao Tan, watched him drink it, then opened the door and went out to work.
After Yaru left, Lao Tan swallowed in pain, then curled up like a prawn and covered his chest with his hands. After a while, his head was covered with sweat from the pain.
His stomach hurt like a tug, and he groaned in pain.
Half an hour later, I don't know whether the pain was too strong or the pain was numb, but it didn't hurt so much anymore. Lao Tan put one hand on his stomach and the other hand on the wall and got out of the bed. He reached down to pick up the kettle and went to the kitchen to get some water.
Put it on the stove, and after it boils, quickly pour a cup and drink it.
After drinking hot water, the stomach feels warm and the pain is relieved a lot.
Then I drank a second cup.
I can straighten my back, but it still hurts.
He still held his stomach with one hand, bent his waist and went out with a face full of pain, and went to the pharmacy on the street to buy medicine.
Although it is summer, it is still a bit cool in the morning, and the air is moist with moisture. The sky is cloudy and it is going to rain.
There was a pharmacy not far from the courtyard, and Lao Tan came to it.
The door was locked, and it was locked from the outside. Obviously no one was inside. The business hours were written on the door glass: 8 am to 21 pm.
It's just five o'clock now.
Lao Tan continued to walk forward, and people doing morning exercises trotted past, carrying a gust of wind.
The pain relieved by two cups of hot water passed, and his stomach began to hurt violently like it was being squeezed. He had to stop and squat down, holding his chest, groaning in pain.
The severe pain made him unable to squat, so he had to kneel on the ground with one knee, one hand on his stomach, and one hand on the ground, like a sitting dog sniping at a building.
People kept passing by him, their footsteps hurried.
Ten minutes later, the pain was gone. He stood up slowly, grinning, and continued walking forward.
There is also a pharmacy in front.
There was indeed one in front, and it was open, but they were not allowed in. The middle-aged man on duty asked Lao Tan at the small window to name the medicine, and then took the medicine and the QR code. Lao Tan scanned the code and paid for the medicine before giving it away.
Hand it out.
Lao Tan couldn't wait any longer, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, threw the two pills into his mouth, and swallowed them with saliva. Then he stood there panting for a long time. When he felt better, he started to turn around and walk back.
It hurts, but it's going to rain and I have to go back as soon as possible.
When we returned to the courtyard, no employees had gotten up yet, and the whole courtyard was quiet and silent.
He pushed the door open, entered the house, poured water, and took out two pills.
He couldn't care less about that. Two slices were not much, and they wouldn't kill anyone. He drank it while mumbling, then lay down on the bed weakly, closed his eyes and curled up like a prawn, humming in a low voice------
Yaru felt like something was wrong all morning and was very flustered.
After finishing the delivery of dumpling fillings and dumpling noodles, I sent Lao Tan a WeChat message to ask if it was okay and how it was going. Lao Tan mentioned it and said nothing happened.
But I'm still flustered and not at the bottom.
I persisted until eleven o'clock, prepared the fillings for the next day, explained the work to my three younger brothers, and then prepared to go back.
It started to rain lightly, and the whole city was shrouded in a gray mist. There were only a few pedestrians holding umbrellas and ponchos on the sidewalks. There were obviously fewer vehicles on the road than usual, and the water splashed by the wheels sprayed out.
Go out two meters away.
Yaru stood under the rain while pushing the electric scooter. Thinking about what else to eat in the freezer in Lao Tan's house, a picture appeared in front of her eyes: there were two tomatoes, two bags of pickles, a handful of spinach and five eggs in the crisper.
There are two bags of frozen dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage and a portion of chopped chicken in the refrigerator.
These are enough to eat. She muttered, then put on her poncho and rode the electric bike back.
When she was approaching the courtyard, there was a small puddle in front of her. She wanted to avoid it, but a man riding an electric bike came from the opposite side and did not avoid it.
The small puddle was not deep, so we could usually get over it, but today it was raining, and a stone rushed into it. The front wheel was bumped, and I lost control of the handlebars, so I swayed twice and fell.
She got up from the rainy ground, saw that the man riding the electric bike didn't even turn around, and stamped his feet and cursed in anger.
She lifted the electric car up, checked that she and the car were okay, and said to herself: Maybe it was just this little misfortune today that made her anxious and confused, but this time it's okay, it's over.
I returned to the courtyard and put the electric car away, took off my poncho, changed my clothes and shoes, looked in the mirror and combed my hair, and then went out to see Lao Tan.
Lao Tan fell asleep, curled up with a pillow in his arms.
Yaru didn't say anything. She raised her eyes and saw the medicine bottle on the bedside table. She stepped forward and took it in her hand. She saw that it was stomach medicine. When she thought about it, she must have had a stomachache and Lao Tan went out to buy it. After thinking about it again, she became resentful and thought to herself.
I noticed something was wrong with you when I woke up in the morning. Your face was not serious, and you didn’t even ask. You went out to buy medicine by yourself------
Instead, I blamed myself: Me too, even though I could see something was wrong, I still went to work ------
She put down the medicine bottle and then entered the kitchen. Seeing that there were no dishes and chopsticks in the sink, she opened the freezer door and saw that there was nothing missing. She knew that Lao Tan had not eaten since morning.
So I washed the rice, made porridge, and took out two bags of pickles.
The porridge was simmering over low heat, and she went out of the kitchen to get a kettle to boil water.
After the porridge was cooked, Lao Tan was still asleep.
Lao Tan took too much medicine.
An hour after taking four pills, he was still in pain. He wondered if it was a fake pill and why didn't he care about it? So he got excited and took two more pills. After eating, he lay on the bed and groaned, waiting for the medicine to take effect.
Not to mention, this time I was in charge and the pain was not so bad, but my head started to feel uncomfortable, I felt confused, and I felt nauseous.
He got up, drank a cup of hot water, and then lay on the bed. After a while, he stopped feeling sick, started to feel sleepy, and fell asleep.
Seeing that he had no intention of waking up, Yaru curled up on the sofa and leaned back, watching him think about something.
This man is now her only concern besides her parents and son. She doesn't want anything else, she just hopes that this man is good, has nothing wrong with him, and is safe.
She might find a man to marry in the future, but before she found one, she thought it would be like this. Although the two of them didn't see each other a few times a year, most of the time they were missing, thinking about, and thinking about something that only she could feel.
It's sweet, that's enough, I'm content.
She regarded this as happiness, and it was indeed happiness.
How should I put it, she is out to work. If she is not out at home, she is a divorced housewife. She may start a new family with a divorced man like her and live a stable life until the end of her life.
But after she came out, her destiny changed the trajectory when she came out, and she now has the life she has now.
There is no absolute right or wrong in life, it is all a matter of choice.
Choosing is a new starting point, and walking on is a new life.