The corridor was silent.
Jun Sili sat in the wheelchair with a frown on his face, as if all his thinking and decisions had become difficult and slow.
Suddenly, a figure wearing a hospital gown staggered over.
His thin and frail body was covered with a wide hospital gown, making him look like a piece of pale paper, as if it would fall down and fall apart at any time.
Jun Siyu was like a lonely soul, admiring this scene, half-leaning against the corridor wall, folding his hands on his chest, and sneered coldly:
"Tsk, tsk, Xiaoyin has been cut off from our family for so long, and you haven't even called her, right?"
"She has blocked all of us a long time ago!"
"It's been almost a month and you haven't noticed..."
"Do they all think that she will always come back if she makes a fuss? So no one even calls her to ask how she is doing outside?"
Cold and mocking words escaped from Jun Siyu's wrinkled lips.
The traces of allergies on his body haven't faded yet.
The infusion site on the back of his hand was leaking blood, and it looked like he had pulled it out by force.
I saw that his steps were shaky and his body was swaying, unable to stand firmly.
Jun Sixuan looked ugly and hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Seeing that he was so careless about his body, he couldn't help but lecture him:
"Xiaowu, you just finished the operation, go back to the ward and lie down!"
Jun Siyu didn't move. A pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly fell on Jun Mu, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly:
"Mom is really busy."
Her own son had been through hell several times, but she had never even looked at him.
It's really chilling.
Jun's mother sat tiredly on a chair in the corridor. When she saw Xiao Wu, who was as languid as if he had shed a layer of skin, a flash of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes.
She stood up quickly, walked towards Jun Siyu with worried and gentle eyes, and whispered comfortingly: "Xiao...Xiao Wu, Mom didn't mean not to see you."
"Your sister is also allergic. Her condition is very bad. Mom is planning to come see you when she is out of danger..."
Jun Siyu looked at her panicked posture with cold eyes.
When Jun Mu walked toward her, she stretched out her hand to stop her and subconsciously took a step back.
"Mrs. Jun, stay."
"I am not as lucky as Jun Tangyue."
His step back was the last straw that broke his mother's back.
The nerves that had been tense for too long seemed to snap in an instant, and the color in Jun Mu's face completely faded in an instant.
"Xiaowu...are you blaming mom for being partial?"
"Tangtang is young and in poor health... Mom wanted to take more care of her, so she didn't leave you alone."
Jun Mu felt dizzy and tried to stand firm, but she was still swept away by a sense of powerlessness.
"Mrs. Jun, Qin Yin and Jun Tangyue are twins. Jun Tangyue is young, how much older can Qin Yin be than her?"
"But what did you do to her?"
"The year she first returned to Jun's house, when you were sick, Xiaoyin was busy on your bed for three days and three nights without sleeping a wink.
When you woke up, Jun Tangyue happened to come over to see you after a full sleep. All you could see was Jun Tangyue. You couldn't even see Qin Yin, who had fainted from overwork and passed out beside your bed..."
"But even so, Xiaoyin still takes good care of you and tries her best to be a good daughter.
You love beauty, so she went to the rose garden at five in the morning to collect flower dew for your beauty..."
"Ask yourself, except Qin Yin, who would indulge you like this!"
Every word, every word, speaks loudly.
Inspiring and enlightening.
Jun Mu's body suddenly stiffened.
Besides Qin Yin, who would indulge you like this?
Jun Mu suddenly knelt down and hugged her head, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away in an instant.
Was she wrong?
Is she worthy of being a mother?
Why, why are the eyes of the children looking at me full of doubt and resentment...
Is it because Qin Yin is ignorant and has become bad, or is she not a competent mother?
Scenes of Qin Yin's determined eyes when she left Jun's house appeared in her mind. She was so cold and no longer as tender as before.
Jun's mother's spirit completely collapsed, and Jun Siyu's every word seemed to tear her apart.
She closed her eyes tiredly and fainted.
"mom!!"
"Mom fainted! Call the doctor quickly!!"
Jun Siyu stood there, his weak body unable to hold up and fell down.
Only this time, the mocking smile on his lips revealed a bit of sadness...
A wheelchair drove in front of him. Jun Sili's white fingertips fell on his eyebrows, feeling the temperature, and sighed:
"Xiaowu, you shouldn't force mom."
"As a child, Qin Yin should be filial to her mother. Tangtang is also very kind to her mother. You shouldn't make such generalizations."
Jun Siyu raised his eyes tiredly, looking at Jun Sili with a hint of sarcasm.
Second brother, you'd better always think like this! !
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Imperial Garden.
With the help of various hot words, the number of people in the live broadcast room is soaring.
In a short time, from a new account with no popularity, it had more than 100,000 online users.
Such popularity has attracted the attention of many bloggers and marketing accounts.
After their short video clips were spread and marketed, waves of people flocked to the live broadcast room crazily as time went by.
at the same time.
The origin of the brand "Yi Shi Feng He" has also been widely explored and promoted.
The popularity on the Internet continues to rise.
In reality, the "tea fight" has also begun.
Father Mo was sitting in the main seat. Over the years, he had loved holding "tea banquets" in the imperial garden and had done a lot of research on tea art.
Since there was a "tea fight", he naturally became the first referee.
However, for the sake of fairness.
After discussion, everyone recommended four professors from Beijing who have extensive research on tea culture to participate in the judging.
Not only were they professors, many of them were also heads of top aristocratic families. They had high status and it was their first time to show their faces in front of the public.
As the daughter of a cultural family, Jiang Qi stood up first and showed off her unique elegance:
"Since Miss Qin has agreed to fight for tea, it should be clear what the three parts of the fight for tea are, right?"
She raised her chin slightly and deliberately asked the question first.
Tea fighting flourished in the Song Dynasty!
Modern people know very little about the culture of "tea fighting". Maybe a country bumpkin like Qin Yin just thinks it's a fight over who makes better tea, right?
She would naturally give Qin Yin such an opportunity to make a fool of herself.
Qin Yin sat firmly at the tea table and spoke quietly:
"The tea fight is mainly divided into three parts: tea fight products, tea fight orders, and tea fights."
"In the so-called tea competition, the 'new' tea is the most valuable, and the water used in the tea competition is 'live'. One bucket of soup color, two buckets of water stains!
First, check whether the color of the tea soup is bright white. Pure white is the winner.
Secondly, the one with water marks appearing later wins! "
"The tea fighting order is like the 'drinking order', where you recite poems and rhymes to increase the fun."
"Tea Baixi, also known as Tangxi or Fencha, draws images or words on the tea soup without using any raw materials..."
"Most people only know about coffee latte art in modern times, but in ancient my country, there was tea baixi that preceded coffee latte art for hundreds of years!"
The cold girl sat at the desk and rationally popularized the culture of "tea fighting" little by little.
For many modern people who don’t know much about traditional culture, it is simply an interesting and novel tea culture course.
For a time, many professors present who were not optimistic about Qin Yin at first began to have a slightly different view of her.
"This girl from the Mo family is indeed a top student at Qingbei University. If we really talk about it, she is probably as good as Jiang Qi, right?"
"It's really not easy to see young girls who are so interested in Chinese culture."
"Oh, it's just a matter of popularizing tea fighting. Jiang Qi, who comes from a cultural family, must know better.
The point of tea fighting is not to learn more about how to fight, but to test her ability to study tea.
On this point, I don’t believe Jiang Qi will lose. After all, she is the granddaughter of the tea culture master Jiang Lao.
Qin Yin is just a little girl brought back from the countryside. "
Father Mo proudly raised his chin, looked at Qin Yin, and smiled heartily: "Our Xiaoyin speaks really well!"
"Butler, go see what good tea we have in the warehouse and give Xiaoyin the list of this year's tribute tea."
"The most important thing in our Mo family is good tea!"
Jiang Qi's expression changed.
Is Uncle Mo openly supporting Qin Yin?
Also admitted Qin Yin’s identity?
She sat there, her hands holding the hem of her skirt tighter, her face pale and ugly.
"Old Mo, are you blatantly helping your daughter-in-law cheat?"
Mr. Jiang stepped into the tea banquet elegant garden with a tense expression on his face, obviously unhappy with his partial behavior.
"Hey, what brought you here, Mr. Jiang?"
"Hurry up and show Mr. Jiang a seat."
Father Mo showed off his face and began to feel unhappy with MMP again.
But he still asked Mr. Jiang to sit down with dignity.
Father Mo: Damn, this old guy is obviously here to support his granddaughter.
Do you dare to think that he is partial? ?
He prefers his daughter-in-law, and he is happy with it!
Ask him to take care of it.
Mr. Jiang sat down calmly, and his probing eyes fell on Qin Yin. He felt that she was young and had a good temperament, so he guessed that there must be a master professor behind her.
So he spoke:
"My granddaughter is not very talented, but her tea skills are truly inherited by me."
"I just heard Miss Qin talking about Doucha, but I wonder where you learned from it?"
