Love Marriage First: Young Master Li, your wife ran away again

The little girl at the door is sister-in-law Zhou's daughter. She just entered high school at a young age, and she is holding a lotus root in her hand: "Sister, do you want lotus root? I collected it from the lotus pond at home. It's delicious when I go back to the cold salad! Let my mother Slaughter a local native chicken for you, take it home to cook soup, and I will prepare seasoning for you!"
At such a young age, she really knows how to do business. Su Yihuan only felt that she was talking beamingly, so she nodded and said, "Bring me some."
After the native chicken was processed and put into the trunk, Su Yihuan started the car and was about to leave when Mrs. Zhou chased her out, holding a crock pot in her hand: "Use this crock pot to make chicken soup. It's very fragrant. This is for your girl."
Su Yihuan thanked her with a smile, started the car and drove forward, seeing Mrs. Zhou still standing there smiling and seeing off the guests, her mood became warmer. In fact, she went up the mountain and slaughtered chickens on this trip. Such a hospitable family, she can be regarded as Well worth the trip.
The hotel's simple kitchen is not suitable for big fights. Su Yihuan thought about it, filled the crock with water, and started cooking chicken soup.
The chicken soup was simmered for more than two hours, the oil foam was skimmed off, and fresh bamboo shoots were added.
Su Yihuan took the time to make lotus root slices in honey sauce. When the chicken soup was out of the pot, she sprinkled a handful of green shallots on it. Just smelling the taste made her index finger move.
The remaining bamboo shoots were mailed back to Yancheng in advance, and she planned to pickle some sour bamboo shoots in winter.
After the meal, Su Yihuan sat by the window and made a pot of tea, leisurely.
Seeing the swaying bamboo shadows on the screen, for some reason, I remembered the painting of the villa and the half-written words.
I don't know what happened to the big golden retriever.
As soon as she thought about it, she had already acted. She put down her teacup and decided to go back and have a look.
She drove there this time, and had to register before entering the community.
When I got to the front of the villa, I saw Lucky lying on his stomach in front of the large French window.
If the dog had an expression, it would probably look bored at the moment. Seeing Su Yihuan's figure, lucky opened the window, but found that he couldn't get out, so he lay down again, sticking out his tongue, panting.
It rained yesterday, and the table outside was still wet. The painting was not smudged because she wrapped it in a poncho.
Su Yihuan squatted in front of the painting, looked at it for a while, and saw that the entire painting was dark emerald and light green, with appropriate shades, and the brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful. The inscription in the blank space next to it was probably because the owner left in a hurry, so there was only one word "one" written on it.
Su Yihuan couldn't help but guess, which sentence did this person originally want to write?
Suddenly blessed to the soul.
Su Yi laughed happily, looked at the dark inkstone on the table, picked up the brush, melted the ink with the residual rain, and wrote.
"A branch and a leaf are always about love."
It's Zheng Banqiao.
Su Yihuan's brush calligraphy is a bit basic. When I was a child, I learned to hold a brush when I couldn't hold a pencil. I started from the horizontal and practiced it for a few years. However, after my mother was hospitalized, I wrote less and less. Rusty.
I just hope that the owner of the painting doesn't blame himself for being abrupt about his masterpiece.
But after thinking about it, if it wasn't for me, this painting might be blurred into abstraction today, so I feel at ease.
Su Yihuan covered the painting with a poncho again, turned around and found that Lucky's dog food basin and water basin were full.
It seemed that someone had come to take care of it, so I took out a post-it note from my bag and wrote: "Please move the painting to the house."
She stood up and tidied her skirt twice, and she had helped others to the end, and she retired.

On the way back, I received a call from the director. The director was very embarrassed on the phone. At that time, he said that he would give her a few days off. In the end, he urged her to go back after only two days.
The reason was that the new dean of the branch institute performed his duties ahead of schedule, and the general institute had to hold a general meeting.
It doesn't matter to Su Yihuan, she was forced to hide in the first place, but now with the news of the young new director, the hospital colleagues must have turned over the outdated news of her.
The next morning, she went to the airport and took the morning flight back to Yancheng.
After the plane landed, the passengers continued to get off the plane, and when they were about to leave, a male passenger suddenly fell to the ground without a sound. Already? Sir!"
Su Yihuan had already walked to the door of the cabin, but when she heard these two exclamations, her professional instinct made her turn back.

I saw a young man lying on the ground with a Moncler down jacket beside him, which was not much more dirty than the work clothes of migrant workers, and he was wearing a camera bag.

At this moment, he fell to the ground and frowned tightly, and still had a trace of sanity.
Su Yihuan knelt beside him, counted her pulse, looked at her eyelids, and asked loudly, "Where's your medicine? Are you wearing it?"
The man raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed to the black backpack beside him.
Su Yihuan quickly began to search, and finally found a bottle of nitroglycerin in the side pocket.

As expected, she was right in her judgment. This young man had a heart attack, and it wasn't the first time he had a heart attack.

Heart disease at such a young age may be congenital. 
Squeezing his jaw open and putting the pill under his tongue, the stewardess has already run to inform the airport emergency center, the ambulance should be able to pick him up at the gate in a while.
Su Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at this person with some attention.
Looking at the dusty appearance, such heavy clothes obviously did not start from Anji, but should have returned from a plateau area and changed planes in Anji.
Knowing that I have heart disease, I still want to travel to the plateau, and I am still alone!
It's like making a joke of your own life!
Soon, the ambulance arrived, and two male doctors boarded the plane to carry the patient onto a stretcher.
At this moment, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Yihuan's wrist.
That hand didn't have any strength at all, it just held her wrist weakly, like a drowning person, instinctively grabbing anything he could touch, seeking a chance of survival.

Su Yihuan had already planned to leave, but the relationship between people is so subtle. The weak grip between two strangers gave her a sense of responsibility and concern, as if she couldn't leave him alone. It doesn't matter here, so she got into the ambulance with the stretcher and went to the nearest hospital.
Along the way, the hand did not loosen, and it was not pulled away until the patient was sent to the operating room for emergency treatment.
Su Yihuan waited outside the door, and the time passed by.
About an hour later, a nurse came out:
"The patient's vital signs are basically stable, and he will be sent to the ICU for observation in a while. We have contacted his family members and are on their way now. It is not convenient for you to leave a contact information. In case the patient's family members want to know more about you situation or something."