After struggling to climb up to the fifth floor, Wu Hui was so tired that she didn't want to say a word. Every time she took a breath, she felt like she was spitting out her soul. She never thought that she would be stumped by walking up and down the stairs at least once a day. Maybe I've been sitting in the office for too long. Shouldn't I occasionally do some field work with Qiwen?
While she was taking out her keys to open the door, Mo Weiming asked behind her: "Have you hired the nurse?"
"Not yet. Why, did you introduce me?"
"How am I doing?"
"Are you serious?"
As soon as he opened the door, Wu Hui turned to look at him, with little trust in his eyes. Mo Weiming smiled and said:
"Don't be like this, I pride myself on my cooking skills. If you don't believe it, I will bring it to you tomorrow night. The first meal is free of charge."
"You really have to worry about those three melons and two dates at all times."
"It's more cost-effective to hire me than to hire a nanny. You like peace and quiet so much, and you don't want a nanny to watch over you 24 hours a day, right?" .z.
"...But don't you still have to go to the hospital?"
"So, I don't have much time to spend on you, so it's cheaper and you can feel at ease. I won't interfere too much with you, just two meals. If I work the night shift, you won't be hungry. Eating too much overnight can easily make you upset. , I will cook it for you before going to work and after I come back from work. Of course, the cooking will be done at your home, and you will be responsible for the food shopping. You can tell me in advance what you like to eat, and I will decide based on your physical condition. No Charging you a consultation fee, isn’t that equivalent to making money for you? When I have free time, I can help clean the house, and if necessary, I can help feed a patient of yours—as long as the money is enough.”
"My leg is broken, not my hand."
"Just a figure of speech."
He is really serious.
"...We'll talk about it tomorrow!"
"Then I won't disturb you for now. Go to bed early, you need sleep. If there is any discomfort in your legs or eyes, please tell me in time. You still have one day to think about it."
After that, he turned around, waved his hand, and was about to go downstairs. Mentioning eyes again, Wu Hui remembered what happened in the hospital in the evening.
"Wait a moment!"
"What?" Mo Weiming turned around at the stairs not far away, "There's no need to entertain me. We're all neighbors, so you're welcome."
Wu Hui rolled her eyes and immediately blocked the gap between herself and the door with her cane, fearing that he would really get in. Of course he was just showing off and immediately started laughing again. Wu Hui was furious and shouted: "Forget it, let's discuss it later."
With a bang, she closed the door angrily. Mo Weiming thought to himself that he was so strong that other neighbors must be cursing him in their hearts. He shook his head and walked downstairs with brisk steps.
Turning on the light, a familiar scene came into view, unchanged from when I left. It was really friendly and reassuring. She took two steps forward on crutches and lightly touched the counter. Fortunately, there is not a lot of dust. But in her current situation, even the simplest cleaning would be a problem. Maybe she should consider Mo Weiming's suggestion.
He is indeed disliked by others, but he is not a bad person. Indeed, it is not a safe thing for a person of the opposite sex who has not known each other for a long time to visit the residence of a woman who lives alone. But their identities are not only doctors and patients, but also neighbors. Another layer of employment relationship does not seem to matter. It only took a few days to see that he was indeed a mean-tongued person, but his nature was not bad. He had a smart mind and was a sensible person. If something really goes wrong, the cost of crime in Yaozhou is enough to make him drink a pot.
And this person's character...how should I put it? Being able to "get along" with people quickly is considered a skill.
It's really magical, what happened these past few days was like a dream. Wu Hui is no longer worried about being followed. At least she will be recuperating at home for a long time and will be very safe.
She really didn't have the energy to boil water, so she swallowed a few pills dryly and beat her chest for a long time before they went down. Before going to bed, she put eye drops, folded her hands, and lay quietly on the bed. The residents a few rooms away didn't seem to be snoring tonight, or maybe they weren't snoring yet; the children nearby were still crying, and she now had to get used to it again.
She had a dream, a real dream.
However, she could not recall exactly what she was dreaming about. I only remember that there was some dark shadow that quickly passed by my eyes. As for the location, it seems to be where I live
Apartment. Because you have gone home? As for the shadow, perhaps it was because the brain used what happened in the hospital as material and stuck it there. Dreams are fragments of reality. Many things and plots in dreams can be traced from things actually experienced during the day. She woke up the next day feeling groggy, an annoying resemblance to when she first opened her eyes in the hospital. She didn't know why, she just felt uncomfortable.
It's really strange that she doesn't choose a bed and sleeps soundly even in the hospital.
It was noon when she woke up, and the sun was shining directly on her face. Because she hadn't been back for so long, she didn't have the consciousness to close the curtains at night. She opened her eyes and pursed her eyelids, seeing illusory spots of light in front of her eyes. The eyes are dark when open and bright when closed. She turned her back to the light and took a long time to return to normal. There was a slight sting in her left eye, and she prayed for a quick recovery.
In a small rental house, Wuhui experienced too many difficulties in one afternoon. She first felt thirsty. Between using crutches and carrying a thermos bottle to the hot water room, or boiling water in the room, she chose the latter. Things that I usually do casually seem to be difficult and difficult at this moment. In the end, the water I drink in my mouth is not as much as the sweat I produce. She soon realized that she would have nothing to eat until Mo Weiming came back - and this was based on the premise that he would not let his pigeons go.
Just boiling water is extremely difficult, and there is no need to say much else. After lying there for so many days and moving in such an awkward way, her body seemed to fall apart even if she moved even a short distance. I can take three breaths after jumping two steps. If I accidentally touch my toes on the ground, I can't hold back any tears or screams.
The room she rented was very small, with only one bedroom and one living room, and the area was not impressive. Bathrooms are shared on each floor. There is no kitchen, just a stove by the window, which is integrated with the living room. She was always worried about setting the curtain on fire while cooking, so she never dared to turn on the fire. There is no sofa, only two chairs placed next to the coffee table. The height is a bit awkward, but acceptable. What she didn't understand was why there was a coffee table and a table. The height of the stool is too high compared to the coffee table and too short compared to the table, so there is no matching one. She thought it was probably something the previous tenant had left behind. In order to make room, she moved the table to the bedroom, which just lacked a writing desk, but she had the chair with the backrest herself. She suspected that everything in the house had been added one after another by each previous tenant.
The life of a writer always has a sense of spontaneity, and she is no exception, but this does not mean that her room is messy. She tidies the room from time to time, when she has free time, or when she wants to adjust her mood. It's just that after living for a long time, I have added too many odds and ends, and the place to stay will inevitably become smaller and smaller. Mo Weiming's house must be very empty, right? After all, that "collector"'s house was ransacked, so I had to find a way to get him to get rid of some useless gadgets when I had time. But Wuhui looked around and felt that everything he looked at could be of some use.
What should I do if I don’t clean it up? There were a lot of bugs here, and she didn't want to attract tenants who didn't pay rent. She suddenly thought that there were uneaten snacks locked in the cabinet, so they probably hadn't "fallen" yet. Those were brought back by colleagues who were on a business trip. They were no longer fresh enough, so she took a chance and tore open the paper packaging. The snack looked good, but she only took one bite and spat it out. It's not moldy yet, but it's definitely flavorless, like eating a mouthful of damp sawdust.
When Mo Weiming knocked on her door, she didn't even have the energy to shout a word. It stands to reason that the house is small, so as long as the bedroom door is open and you shout from the bed, people outside the house can hear you.
Of course Mo Weiming knew that her legs and feet were inconvenient, so he just waited patiently. But when the waiting time was much longer than expected, he still didn't hear any movement in the room. Something can't happen, right? Does breaking into a house driven by professional ethics count as trespassing? Just as he was thinking about the possible legal consequences of breaking into a house, there was finally a faint sound on the other side of the door.
"You came……"
The door opened, and a pair of deep and resentful eyes made Mo Weiming wonder for a moment whether he had entered the wrong room. But the eye-catching pair of crutches proved that she was undoubtedly his unlucky patient.
"Why don't you ask who it is?" Mo Weiming frowned slightly, "You're not afraid of meeting bad people again."
"The reason why you can wait so long is because you know my situation. My colleagues will tell themselves where they are, so there will be no one else but you."
"...Are you so smart?"
"I'm almost starving."
You can hear it. With a weak voice, she moved her weak body and moved back to the house weakly step by step. Mo Weiming, who was carrying a lunch box, closed the door and followed her inside step by step. In a skilled but awkward posture, she folded herself on the chair, with her upper body lying straight on the table.
"It's not good for your lumbar spine."
Wu Hui was too lazy to talk to him and remained motionless, as if she was angry. Mo Weiming wanted to ask if she didn't eat anything for lunch, but it seemed like nonsense. He felt a little sorry, but not enough to apologize, so he just suppressed his laughter, spread out the four-layered lunch boxes on the coffee table, and opened the lids one after another, causing steam to rise from the lunch boxes one after another.
Wu Hui, who had his face pressed against the table, turned his head and stared directly at the food.
"It's not good for your cervical spine."
"I want you to take care of it."
I have to admit that if I can sit sideways with one foot flat and one foot on the ground, turn my waist ninety degrees towards the table, lie my upper body on the coffee table, and turn my head ninety degrees to look at the lunch box... most people are really not that flexible. This made Mo Weiming think of the wild cats in the backyard of the hospital, basking in the sun in a posture that seemed very awkward to humans. When you shout "***" at it from a distance, it will turn its head lazily, but its posture will not change at all.
"You did it?"
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Steamed buns too? Did you steam them?"
"...I bought them. I don't have time to knead the dough for you. However, I only bought the steamed buns."
There were four square aluminum lunch boxes, one of which contained two white-flour steamed buns. They were so soft that they must have been freshly boiled. A few pieces of stewed radish lay in a lunch box, filled with juice and coated with a layer of amber sauce. The short ribs of similar size are arranged in staggered positions, with a little fat, which is more generous than what the restaurant provides. The vegetarian dish is fried shepherd's purse with silver sprouts, and the three colors of gold, silver and green complement each other. Looking at the bright color, it feels like it’s over the top. The last lunch box contained salted egg yolk tofu soup, with white and tender bits scattered among the yellow. Although it is the farthest away, the umami flavor is the most obvious, like the gold dust sprinkled on the invitation.
She reached out and grabbed the soup in front of Mo Weiming, pulled it to her eyes and drank it. Even though her vision was blocked, her hand accurately touched a round bun.
"I've eaten it, and no one is trying to snatch it from you. So, what do you think?"
Did you bring it up after eating it? But Oh Hye had no time to scold him. Even the cooking skills displayed in this meal were able to allow her to forgive this man's excesses to a certain extent. In order to make some extra money, he was willing to spend all his money on the first meal. Mo Weiming held up his face with one hand and watched with interest. Silence while eating is the highest compliment for a cook alone.
He joked again: "You don't have enough hands, how about I feed you? Remember to add money."
Wu Hui finally raised her head from her rice, and without having time to lick the tofu residue from the corner of her mouth, she said eloquently:
"roll."
