There are two pieces of custard, and there is only one piece of multigrain cake.
The size is not large, and the refreshments are just right, but in the eyes of people who have been hungry for a long time, it is only pitiful.
Lan Qin used the spoon like a carving knife, scraping it down little by little, for fear that he would accidentally finish it.
Uncle Chen couldn't bear it, so he discussed with him, "Otherwise, let's eat tomorrow morning's portion first." ” Lan Chin shook his head firmly.
He knows that his body has been unable to eat normally for more than half a month, and it is already good to be able to swallow the first meal, and he can't be greedy for too much.
What's more, there are only a few pieces in total, and he can't bear it.
Uncle Chen's brief excitement passed, and the incident in his heart came to him, he knew that Mr. didn't like to listen, but it was not a way to hold back Lan Qin carefully scraped the last trace of residue off the plate, licked his lips unsatisfied, leaned back in the chair, and looked at him quietly.
These eyes have never been waveless, two bottomless pools of clear pools, although they are usually gentle and soft when looking at people, but there is still his unique sense of oppression.
Uncle Chen felt that he was seen through and wisely chose to tell the truth, "Ms.
Song called in the morning and said that she would come over tonight and settle Miss Sang's affairs with you." ” Lan Qin took the pen and paper that was always available on the dining table and wrote down four words, "Say I'm not there." ” Uncle Chen was helpless, "Ms.
Song said, no matter where you are, she will go to you, and we must talk tonight." ” Lan Qin's pen paused, and he subconsciously painted a black ball of yarn on the paper, all of which were reluctant.
"Or let's talk about it, it's not a way for you to go hungry all the time," Uncle Chen looked at his expression and tried to persuade, "I think Miss Sang has a very good personality, she may not refuse, besides, isn't she short of money As long as she is willing to take care of you, even if the price is high."
Uncle Chen was stared at by brown and gray eyes, and the words "willingly" were weakly stuck in his mouth.
Lan Qin picked up the pen and wrote, "I'm going upstairs, I'll come down when she arrives." ” After speaking, he stood up on the edge of the table, his arm trembled slightly, he secretly gritted his teeth, and walked slowly but steadily.
Uncle Chen caught up with two steps and instructed, "Don't lock yourself in the house again, no matter how urgent the design is, your body won't allow it."
Lan Qin smiled lightly, signaled him not to worry, and walked up the stairs with some difficulty.
Plans may be able to wait.
But weather forecasting programs with data errors are a priority.
Just after eight o'clock in the evening, the bell of the video intercom downstairs sounded one after another, and Lan Qin listened to it really through the thick door panel.
Ms.
Song came to the door.
He hurried to log in to the software center and replied under Sang Yu's comment, "It's fixed, please update it as soon as possible." ” Stared at it for two seconds, and then added three more words, "Hard work." ” The dark red and blue on the back of his hand had not subsided, his fingertips were cold, and the computer keyboard was already hot, and it had not warmed him up.
"Lanchin" The serious female voice accompanied by the footsteps of the people going upstairs and the low explanation voice of Uncle Chen following behind, mixed together and quickly rushed to the door of the room.
Lan Qin grabbed the computer and was about to stand up, but the people outside couldn't wait for him to slow down, and pushed the door directly, striding closer, his curly silver-white hair shining in the light.
"Stay in the room and don't come out, and stuffy your head to the computer, can you have a little patient's consciousness, I'm your attending doctor, if you do this again, I'll send you to the hospital" Ms.
Song, who has a high-pitched and loud voice, does not look like a seventy-year-old man at all.
Lan Qin let her drag her out, staggering, wanting to express something, but found that the pen and paper and mobile phone were not on him, so he had to give up.
In the living room, Uncle Chen served tea, prepared the communication tools Lan Qin needed, found an inconspicuous corner to sit in, and pricked up his ears to listen.
Song Zhiyu spoke, "Sang Yu has been here" Lan Qin nodded, thinking that his grandmother would continue to ask him about Sang Yu's attitude, and only after putting pen to paper did he hear her clear her throat, and said meaningfully, "I finally saw her up close after all these years, it's beautiful."
With a flick of his wrist, the words in his pen were a mess, and he paused for a moment to continue writing in a different place, "I wore an eye patch, but I didn't see it." ” Song Zhiyu choked on a sip of tea, almost turned her back on her breath, and her silver-white hair swayed, "You went to great lengths to pick a kitten with different pupils and put it in the rehabilitation center, isn't it just to prepare Sang Yu psychologically Sang Yu gets along well with it, I let out the wind and said that I want to take it home to raise, she looked reluctant, indicating that she can accept it, what else do you worry about?"
Lan Qin lowered his head, his eyelashes shadowed under his eyes, and his fingers pinching the pen were faintly white, "People are not like cats." ” Cats have different pupils and are pretty, peculiar, and likable.
People have different pupils, but they are weird, ominous, and treated as monsters.
He made thousands of choices, found a kitten close to his pupil color, raised it healthy and mixed into the cat group in the rehabilitation center, and indeed wanted Sang Yu to find out.
Recently, grandma often brought him news, saying how Sang Yu knew it, how she was close to it, how she praised the pair of heterochromatic cat's eyes, and even coincidentally named it "kiss".
He thought he had some confidence, but when he really had to face him, he realized that it was all in vain.
Song Zhiyu's expression gradually became solemn and put down the teacup.
Before she could speak, Lan Qin preemptively wrote, "Give me some time." ” What Grandma wants to say is nothing more than persuasion, telling him that different pupils are not weird, but some things have been ingrained in his bones since birth, and he has lost the ability to speak, and he can't eat, in the final analysis, it is thanks to these eyes.
It has been rumored by the outside world that "there is a monster in the Lan family" for many years, and he can't be indifferent.
Song Zhiyu sighed, swallowed the words on her lips, and said, "I gave you enough time, but now that Sang Yu is in the door, you don't even dare to show your eyes, why do you talk about hiring her?"
She couldn't bear to look at him more, looked away, and hardened her heart, "Besides, your second uncle waited for your design drawings until your hair was gray, and you couldn't eat for a long time, and you vomited a lot of mud, and now you have to rely on nutritional injections to survive, this kind of body, when will the drawing be completed?"
"I'm not here to discuss with you, I'm here to inform you that you must let Sang Yu come over as soon as possible and assist me in curing you completely" She was very dignified when she was serious, and her tone was cold and ultimatum, "If you hesitate again, then I will go to her, whether it is money or goods, she can do whatever she wants, even if she is reluctant, she has to be tied to the Lan family."
Lan Qin saw her grandmother's hands clasped together, knowing that she was just holding on.
He narrowed his eyes and wrote smoothly, "Grandma, don't scare Sang Yu." ” Song Zhiyu snorted angrily.
Seeing that her grandmother had softened, Lan Qin smiled and promised, "I'll go and tell her myself, but" He paused, "Let's see each other at least two more times." ” At least when Sang Yu is more familiar with him, she can easily understand and accept.
In the eyes of others, it is just a personal nurse and nutritionist to take care of him, but the object is Sang Yu, and he does not allow this to be a transaction with any reluctance or coercion.
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Sang Yu returned home and began to work hard.
On a hot summer night, she wore a cream-colored nightdress, her long hair was tied into round balls, her sweaty hair was stuck to her snowy neck, and she sat on the old sofa with two thin white legs, leaning over in front of the computer.
The screen glowed coldly, making her palm-sized face pale.
After inputting the last dosage data on the nutritional catering table and checking that it was correct, Sang Yu coughed twice, straightened up with backache, rubbed the back of his hand against the corner of his eye, and fell on the armrest of the sofa in a gossamer.
Outside, there was a knock on the door, and someone was coming in.
Sang Yu held up her spirits, and when her feet landed on the ground, she found that her legs were numb, she moved to the door with great difficulty, opened the door and wanted to say hello to her roommate who returned late, but she was stunned on the spot.
The lights in the living room were dim, the men and women who were hugging each other were grinding hotly, the sound of water and wheezing made people's ears stiff, and the things they were carrying fell to the ground, and their hands and feet were entangled and hit into the bedroom opposite.
The girl found Sang Yu and did not shy away from flying at her.
Sang Yu suffocated the door, screwed the lock, and threw herself on the cot in frustration.
It's good now, I can't go to the kitchen to cook a supper, and if I run into something, I don't have to get a needle's eye.
Sang Yu rolled over and blindfolded her eyes sadly.
I used to live in peace, but since my roommate started to fall in love, I brought my boyfriend back more and more often, and she was very homely, and she would bump into each other almost every time.
Just thinking about it, the wooden door with poor sound insulation was ruthlessly penetrated by the indulgent intimate sound.
Sang Yu quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom that came with the room, using the rushing water to block out the noise.
She simply took a shower, put on earplugs, fell asleep hungry, didn't take dizziness and coughing seriously at all, and woke up early the next morning, only to realize that she had a cold.
It was only raining for five minutes, and Sang Yu pinched his thin arm dissatisfiedly, it was too brittle "Xiaoyu, you're seriously ill," in the nurse's station, the ponytail sister Meng Xixi stopped her with a worried face.
When we met in the morning, Sang Yu was in a good state, she couldn't see her sick appearance, and she worked as energetically as before.
Sang Yu exhaled a breath of heat through the mask, and her voice was low and hoarse, "I just arranged for two patients to be hospitalized, and I was so busy that I forgot to take medicine at noon." ” Meng Xixi touched her forehead, "It's all hot, go and take your temperature" The measured body temperature was not too high, and the results of several laboratory tests were still normal, Sang Yu swore to the sky to promise to take medicine on time, so Meng Xixi let her go and did not take her to sick leave.
In order not to infect others, Sang Yu consciously put on a two-layer thick mask, his face was red in the summer, and he finally insisted on getting off work, so he went to the supermarket to choose a few ingredients, and hurriedly took advantage of the roommate to bring someone back, and made snacks for the mysterious patient to bring tomorrow before his roommate brought someone back, and carefully sealed the bag.
Just after being busy, I just wanted to lie down, but I found that I had received a new order, and the customer was in a hurry, Sang Yu coughed and got up, and stayed up for most of the night.
As soon as it was dawn, Lan Qin began to sit in the living room and wait.
By the time noon approached, the trash can at his feet was filled with crumpled scraps.
The pale and slender fingers trembled slightly, the lines of the pen often shifted uncontrollably, a single stroke was wrong, and the whole piece of jewelry changed its taste, which was equivalent to ruin for him and needed to be repainted.
Of the twenty-four jewelry blueprints, only six have been completed so far, with only one month left before the deadline.
Uncle Chen looked up at the clock on the wall, anxious why it wasn't even twelve o'clock.
Mr. is what Miss Pansang is looking forward to, and when she comes, he will definitely be in good shape.
At twelve o'clock, Sang Yu arrived on time with a medical kit.
Uncle Chen diligently pressed the door of the unit downstairs for her, and suddenly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps in her ears, and when she looked back, Lan Qin didn't even have time to put away the drawing tools, panting and trying to run upstairs.
With such a turn, the shadow is gone.
Uncle Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, welcomed Sang Yu into the door, and unexpectedly found that she was wearing a big mask today, revealing a pair of watery eyes.
Sang Yu didn't say a word, and obediently took out two big bags of food, Uncle Chen took it in a daze, wondering why the good girl didn't even like to talk.
She didn't explain, she pulled up the huge mask and pointed upstairs.
Uncle Chen came back to his senses, "Yes, Mr. is in the bedroom." ” Sang Yu nodded, and went upstairs quietly, listless.
She stood outside the door and learned from Uncle Chen to knock three times.
Lan Qin ran too quickly just now, and was huddled in the quilt, hurriedly lay down when he heard the sound, hesitantly rubbed the black silk blindfold in his hand, and when she was ready to come in, he still didn't have the courage to put it on in a hurry.
When Sang Yu saw him again, he was still amazed.
Her artwork patient maintained the same position and posture as the day before, changing into light-colored pajamas, which lined up slightly better.
Sang Yu gently placed the medicine box on the bedside table.
Lan Qin turned to her and took the initiative to pass his hand over.
The corners of Sang Yu's lips curled, and she wanted to say hello to him, but she struggled and gave up.
Her throat was so itchy that she always wanted to cough, but she couldn't hold it up, and she didn't dare to speak easily, for fear of coughing, and even more afraid of a cold that would infect him.
Originally, she shouldn't have come with a disease, but the director waved his hand, saying that such a small illness was nothing, and she was worried that delaying any more would delay her husband's rest, so she insisted on coming to the door.
Lan Qin felt the needle pierce in, and the cold potion flowed into his body, but Sang Yu didn't talk to him.
From the moment I came in, there was not a word.
The sound of putting away utensils, breathing, and footsteps preparing to leave sounded beside the bed.
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She's leaving.
Lan Qin's eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't speak.
She said a lot of words the last time she came, what happened today He thought I wanted to ask her why she was silent.
I wonder if she's unhappy somewhere.
But he couldn't.
Sang Yu didn't realize it, she sorted out the medicine box by herself, walked quickly out of the bedroom, and walked to the corner of the stairs before covering her mouth and coughing twice, gladly patting her chest and breathing a long sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't cough out inside.
She went to the first floor to greet Uncle Chen, "Mr. is in good condition, I'll come back when I pull out the needle." ” During the two and a half hours of the infusion, Lan Qin was restless, asked Uncle Chen for a pen and paper, and carefully wrote down a line "Why don't you speak", planning to take it out and show it to her when she came.
The paper was a bit big, and his infusion hand didn't dare to move, and he laboriously tore it into a strip with one hand.
If you accidentally tear it, rewrite one sheet until the edges are clean and neat.
Sang Yu coughed dizzily for two and a half hours. coughed and complained about the handful of medicine she took, none of which worked to cheat money Meng Xixi picked her up and left, "Go and ask for leave, your leave quota for the second half of the year is not used, and no additional money will be deducted."
Sang Yu retorted in a thick nasal voice, "But the full attendance will not be" "Attendance matters, life matters" Sang Yu blushed and insisted on telling the truth, "Of course money is important."
"If you have a life to earn, you have to have a life to spend" Sang Yu's eyes were dripping, speechless, thinking about this reason, she tugged at the corner of Meng Xi's suit, "Why do you have to let me take a leave of absence after pulling out the needle for the mysterious patient" "Barely believe you once" Sang Yu landed at the door of the upper echelons of Linjiang again, and he didn't dare to speak.
When you open your mouth, you cough, and your voice is hoarse, what if you scare the beautiful puppet on the bed.
She held her breath, quickly pulled out the needle, bit her lip and carried out the silence to the end.
Lan Qin grabbed the note, the thin paper soaked with sweat.
Sang Yu pressed his needle hole with a cotton pad, and after stopping the bleeding, he helped him make up the slightly messy bed, but suddenly felt an itch on his hand.
She looked down and saw that the man had raised his hand at some point, and in a hurry, he accidentally got close to her.
The next second, as if he was frightened, he quickly put his hand to his side, clenched the quilt tightly, and his finger bones turned white.
Sang Yu was stunned, crying and laughing.
Hey, it's obvious that she was touched, okay?
But his frightened paws were inexplicably very much like the little white cat in the garden.
When the kitten is like this, she just takes some food to tease.
Now Sang Yu looked at the almost petrified artwork on the bed, looking in need of reassurance.
Reassuring patients should be one of the responsibilities of nurses Sang Yu pressed the burned forehead, and the ghost sent the god to take out the pocket of the nurse's uniform, and really found two pieces of homemade peanut cake.
She didn't think about it, she naturally leaned over, touched the man's ice-cube-like hand, turned it over, opened it and smoothed it.
It looks like there's a folded note It's definitely not for her, ignore it.
Then, with a pair of watery eyes, she solemnly put two pieces of peanut crisp into his palm.
The author has something to say: let's watch it at ten o'clock every night The red envelopes in this chapter continue to drop and hug the babies one by one Author: gd1806102: