Zhou He is about the same height as Zhou Tianlei. He has worked hard all year round and has a strong body, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tight muscles.
For a moment, Zhong Liang looked a little distracted.
"Cough." Cheng Xiang coughed lightly.
Zhong Liang came back to his senses and said: "I contacted my previous mentor and he suggested that you go to Shanghai. The medical technology there is higher and the instruments are more advanced. I think you can consider it."
Zhou He frowned. This was exactly what he was worried about. Xin Chen had always resisted seeking medical treatment. No matter how he tried to persuade him, the guy just wouldn't take it. Hey!
"Why is he unwilling to seek treatment?" Zhong Liang asked, looking at Zhou He who was frowning.
Zhou He thought for a moment and said, "He just keeps saying that it's meaningless, that he has no nostalgia, and that he should be ready to leave at any time, live one day and earn one day, and so on."
"So pessimistic? Has he experienced anything?" Zhong Liang asked with doubts.
Zhou He recounted Xin Chen's experiences over the years. His family had been broken up, he had been living in a foreign land at a young age, and he had been bullied and neglected. Huge damage was done both physically and mentally.
Zhong Liang listened carefully and said regretfully: "It's true that he had a difficult life, but you were so kind to him. Are you showing sympathy?"
Zhou He glanced at him and said, "What sympathy? He saved my life."
Then he told Xin Chen sincerely how he regarded death as home and saved his life.
Zhong Liang suddenly realized: "Mr. Zhou really repays his kindness and is a true gentleman."
Zhou He sneered and said: "Either call me Zhou He, or Xiao He, Mr. Zhou, it makes my skin crawl."
He said this and shook his body.
Zhong Liang raised his eyebrows: "Teacher Xin, he has no attachment to life. It is difficult to save a person who wants to die. Does he have any regrets? Or does he have any unfulfilled wishes that may save his life?" There is support." Apart from that, Zhong Liang couldn't think of any other good way.
Zhou He thought about it and said, "I used to hear him talk about a sister who seemed to have gotten separated when he was a child. He has been looking for her in the past few years, and I have been helping him look for her, but he has never found her."
Zhong Liang pondered for a moment and said, "Then give him some clues."
Zhou He looked at Cheng in confusion for a while, then suddenly said "oh" in realization.
Cheng Xiang smiled softly: "You guys are really cunning, but Teacher Xin is not stupid, will he be fooled by you?"
Zhong Liang smiled slyly and said: "So we must make a quick decision. Before he has time to react, coax him onto the train to Shanghai. If the train moves, it will be too late to regret."
Zhou He slapped his thigh: "Okay, just do it."
Zhong Liang patted Zhou He on the shoulder and said: "Xiao He, I will send Buddha to the west and accompany you for a trip. I just want to go see my mentor and see this case."
Just right? By the way? Cheng Xiang glanced at him and smiled narrowly.
Zhong Liang glanced at her and pretended he couldn't see her.
The boy Zhou He said excitedly: "Really, Dr. Zhong, you are such a good person."
Two days later, Xin Chen was coaxed onto the train to Shanghai. Perhaps he reacted the moment he stepped on the train door, but it was too late and he had already been carried into the carriage by Zhong Liang and Zhou He.
The weather has been too hot these days, so Cheng Xiang bought some mung beans, cooked mung bean soup, added rock sugar, and chilled it to relieve the heat for the children.
In this place where there is no Coke soda, a bowl of ice-cold mung bean soup is the most delicious drink for children.
Especially Zhou Yang, every time he comes back from a trip, he opens the refrigerator, scoops out a bowl of mung bean soup, drinks it, and lets out a sigh of relief.
No matter what food Cheng wants to eat, Zhou Yang's performance will always give her a great sense of accomplishment.
There were some mung beans left, so Cheng Xiang thought about making some mung bean cakes to eat.
I went to visit Old Man Zhang a while ago and asked him to help make several flower-shaped molds. They were originally intended to be used for making mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but now they are just used to make mung bean cakes.
Wash and soak mung beans overnight to make them easier to steam.
Then put it in a steamer and steam for 20 minutes.
Use a spatula to mash the steamed mung beans, and then put oil in the pot. It should be more delicious if you add butter, but now there is no butter, so I have to use vegetable oil instead.
Add the sugar to the mashed beans and stir-fry until slightly sticky. Remove from the pot.
Divide the fried bean paste into small balls, press into small cakes, brush the mold with oil, release the bean cakes from the mold, compact them, and after shaping, take off the mold and it is ready.
Qing'er watched eagerly from the side, her little hands ready to move, and she also wanted to try it.
Cheng wanted her to wash her hands, gave her a mold, and gave her some refried beans. Training children's hands-on skills can increase their confidence and improve their brain's thinking ability, which has many benefits.
The little girl looked cute in her seriousness. She pressed hard with her little face and carefully removed the mold. When she saw the formed pastry, she smiled brightly and showed it to Cheng Xiang for praise.
Cheng Xiang looked at Qing'er and couldn't help but sigh. Children in this era are happy. There is no interference from mobile phone networks, no school district housing, no need to start studying in kindergarten, no need for Mathematical Olympiad, TOEFL, and no need for playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. So proficient.
They can be carefree and heartlessly happy. Even if they make a mistake, they are scolded by their mother and shed a few tears. When the children shout, they run out to play again, and in the blink of an eye they forget all about the unhappy things. Clean.
Their world is simple and simple. A compliment from their mother can make her happy for a long time. A sudden phone call after a power outage can make them cheer with joy.
A popsicle can be shared with children. You take a bite and I take a bite. No one will dislike the other.
Unlike the children of later generations who are trapped in various tutoring classes every day, they don’t know how to dig out a bird’s nest, have never experienced fishing in a river, and can’t even tell the difference between wheat seedlings and leeks.
On various occasions, I was forced by my parents to dance, give speeches, and perform performances to entertain my relatives and friends.
Cheng Xiang even saw a parent asking his child to recite pi in public. The child memorized it for a while and couldn't remember it, and was even gouged out by his mother several times.
Cheng didn't even understand the meaning of memorizing this thing. She really wanted to tell that silly kid to just memorize it blindly. They didn't know if you were memorizing it correctly anyway.
She likes to see children happy, such pure and simple happiness that can infect the whole world.
"Qing'er is really awesome, even better than mom." If a compliment can make a child happy for a long time, why not?
They put the finished mung bean cake in the refrigerator because it tastes better after being chilled.
Zhou Yang ran back from outside and opened the refrigerator to find mung bean soup.
When I saw the exquisite and translucent mung bean cake inside, I was stunned.
He carefully held one in his hand, walked up to Cheng Xiang and asked, "Mom, what is this? Is it a gem?"
