Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Mr. Yao's ward is a suite, complete with office and leisure facilities, except that the color is more sober and elegant, it is completely up to the specifications of a star hotel.It's been an eventful season recently. At this age and qualifications, the old man has long since lost his desire to make meritorious deeds. Keeping a low profile and being conservative in everything is the way to long-term prosperity.After being busy for a while, it happened that I missed two doses of antihypertensive drugs, and was admitted to the hospital due to illness, and was slowly recuperating.

At the moment, the hospital is quiet and the environment is pleasant. Mr. Yao is sitting on the sofa, reading the current political news in the newspaper from the perspective of a bystander, thinking about it from time to time, just chatting to relieve boredom.

While he was enjoying himself, he suddenly heard a burst of extremely abrupt footsteps coming from the corridor, revealing a sense of panic.Mr. Yao shook his head: "You youngsters now... I don't want the footsteps to come to my room in a blink of an eye, and then the door was pushed open: "Father!"

Song Xiaowu stood at the door with his face flushed and panting. He saw the old man sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper with a normal face. The ward didn't even have a white coat with a heavy face, not to mention emergency equipment. Judging by the situation, he seemed to be fine. Only then did I have time to slowly recover my breath, feeling that the pores on my face and body were like a faucet turned on, and the sweat was dripping endlessly.

He was quite ashamed of his bluff just now, he slipped in and didn't forget to close the door, sat beside the old man, holding a box of tissue paper and began to wipe his sweat, while saying: "My brother said you were sick, I'll come and see you."

"Oh, dad is fine." Mr. Yao had a rare chance to be a loving father: "Why are you sweating so much? Did you run all the way here?"

"Hmm..." Song Xiaowu scratched his hair, "I came back from Qingfu District and took a taxi. Fortunately, I left early and there was no traffic jam."

"Why did you run off so early in the morning?"

"My friend is renovating the house, I'll go over and help..." Afraid that the old man would notice something, Song Xiaowu casually took it over, and asked, "Did the doctor come to check you? What is the disease?"

Old Master Yao smiled and patted his head: "Father is not seriously ill, it's still 'three highs'."

"Really?" Song Xiaowu was dubious.

The old man nodded: "Really. It's a lie to outsiders to say that I can't control it. I've been lazy for a few days. Xiao Wu, come to accompany Dad?"

I see.Although Song Xiaowu didn't have much "political wisdom", he still had some cleverness. Now that he understood, he was finally relieved, hesitated, and agreed: "Then I'll stay here with you."

When Mr. Yao heard this, he was very relieved. Seeing that the sweat on his face had dried, he remembered: "I was too busy talking! Xiao Wu, go take a bath quickly, lest you catch a cold after being sweaty all over."

"Oh, oh." Only then did Song Xiaowu realize that there was a bathroom in this ward, well, his father is really here for vacation.

After entering the bathroom, Song Xiaowu happened to call Li Tianqi: "Brother Li, my dad is fine, the old man is just pretending to be sick and lazy." Li Tianqi felt relieved when he heard his tone relaxed. How panicked he was when Jane's phone got up from the bed.However, Li Tianqi could clearly see that Song Xiaowu had a deeper fear of hospitals than ordinary people. It was probably because his grandmother, who was closest to him in the first ten years of his life, had been admitted to the hospital repeatedly after illness, and stayed in the hospital for a long time. Until finally he stopped breathing, so the tangible and intangible burdens could only be borne by him. Even if Li Tianqi was there later, he didn't dare to seriously rely on others.The hospital took away his relatives, and planted his weakness and isolation in the deepest part of his heart.

Li Tianqi responded, and asked again: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Oh, I'm about to take a shower. I sweated a little just now. My dad is afraid that I'll catch a cold." Song Xiaowu said while pulling a few strands of sweat-drenched hair on his forehead in front of the mirror: "I'll eat in a while. How about you?" ?”

"I'll meet Lao Jiang and the others first, and buy something on the way."

"Huh? It's been a while and they haven't come yet?" Song Xiaowu looked at his watch in surprise, it was late.

"Just now I was worried about something happening with you. I planned to come over to have a look, so I told them not to come early." Li Tianqi's tone was flat, but Song Xiaowu felt quite moved, and he hesitated a little when he came to his mouth: "Big plum , Then... Let me discuss something with you. Although my dad is pretending to be sick, after all, these "three highs" really exist, and he really wants me to accompany him, I..."

"Go." Li Tianqi's words were unknowingly gentle: "The decoration depends on Lao Jiang and the others. At most, I just run errands to buy some small things. It's really useless when you come."

"That won't work." Song Xiaowu denied it flatly, "I'll go there after the old man has a rest at night."

Li Tianqi's tone was smiling: "I don't work at night." Song Xiaowu couldn't help thinking about it when he heard it, and he didn't know what he meant, so he simply said: "Then I'm happy, you don't care .” After finishing speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

After taking off his clothes and taking a shower in a good mood, he saw an unopened disposable bathrobe. Song Xiaowu saw that his clothes were quite sweaty, so he changed into a bathrobe. Didn’t you have breakfast? Come and try it while it’s hot.” ​​Sure enough, there was a box of porridge, a side dish, and two golden omelets on the small dining table, probably just arrived and still steaming.

Song Xiaowu was hooked by the scent and made a "cuckoo" in his stomach, and quickly raised the clothes in his hand and asked: "Then I put the clothes away first, Dad, do you have a washing machine here?" Old Master Yao laughed: "Put them in the bathroom. Here, someone will come to collect it. Later, someone will send you some sets of clothes. "

"Ugh."

Song Xiaowu sat down and took a sip of the porridge, and immediately said: "Dad, you can try this fish porridge again, it's as good as my friend who knows how to cook!" Old Master Yao looked at it with a smile Looking at him: "Your child has a good appetite, so he likes to eat this. Dad is old, and the two mouthfuls of porridge he drank early in the morning are still in his stomach."

"Ah?" Song Xiaowu hurriedly put down the bowl, and settled down an omelet in two or three mouthfuls: "Then I'll go for a walk with you."

"Alright, let's go."

Song Xiaowu helped Mr. Yao walk to the garden at the end of the corridor. Mr. Yao has been quite leisurely in recent years. He has taken over the flowers and plants at home to take care of them himself, so he can speak eloquently about the flowers and plants in this garden. Song Xiaowu listened beside him. , asking two silly questions from time to time, neither to make the old man angry nor happy, he had to knock on his head twice before he could continue talking.

Why can't the old man see that Song Xiaowu is sometimes really stupid, and sometimes he is pretending to be stupid?But knowing that the child wanted to make me laugh, it was too late to comfort me.Furthermore, compared with Song Xiaowu's appearance when he first came to Yao's house, he pretended not to be uncomfortable, but in fact he was very cautious. How could he be as good as when he came back occasionally acting like a coquettish fool?

The father and son got along this day, and they seemed to be more harmonious than when they were at Yao's house. When the nurse came to measure the blood pressure of old man Yao in the evening, and when the father and son were chatting, Song Xiaowu also recited two folk prescriptions that his grandmother used to treat high blood pressure. After hearing this, the old man touched Song Xiaowu's hair with some emotion: "Dad didn't find you before, and made you suffer so much..."

Song Xiaowu raised his head and said with a smile: "Actually, I haven't suffered much. Except that my grandma likes to boil celery water every now and then. I can't stand the taste. I really don't have any other childhood shadows."

He walked to the window with a smile, looked outside and said, "I'll pull up the curtains, it's getting dark." Then he looked outside carefully: "Oh, Dad, my brother is here... Beside, there is Two in uniform? Seems to be with him."

When Mr. Yao heard this, he put away all his tenderness and apologies for the time being, and said in a neutral tone, "Come here. Xiao Wu, come and sit with Dad. Don't worry about what they say for a while."

"Ah? Oh." When Song Xiaowu heard this, it was obvious that there was an inside story. He obediently sat down next to the old man, thinking about it: the old man's pretending to be sick must have something to do with these people.Which agency is wearing this uniform?

Just as he was thinking, Yao Jian and those two people had already knocked on the door and came in. Yao Jian said first, "Father, two friends from the procuratorate heard that you were sick, and they came to see you." He smiled politely and invited the two of them When he came in, Song Xiaowu hurriedly got up to make room, and secretly looked at the two of them: Yao Jian's friend?It's unlikely, because there is no one who doesn't even bring a gift when visiting a doctor.Seeing that his pensive expression was too obvious, Yao Jian asked in a low voice, "Is Dad feeling better today?"

Song Xiaowu looked at him, subconsciously said: "Just now the nurse came to measure the blood pressure and said it's okay now, but let me be more careful at night and early morning." He intentionally omitted the names for the two, although I heard from Yao Jian that his identity was something everyone in the circle tacitly understood, but what if these two people in uniform deliberately came to find fault with the old man? Great.Yao Jian nodded and said nothing more.

Song Xiaowu looked at the two of them again, they really didn't look like they came to visit a doctor, one looked at himself and Yao Jian, and the other looked at the basic situation registration form on the bedside, and didn't even bother to hide it.

Mr. Yao sat by the bed, smiling kindly, but his tone was not as approachable as his face looked: "You two, please sit in the living room. The guests can only stand in the ward and stare blankly. If it spreads, it should be said that I am an old man. It’s too disrespectful.”

The two men smiled reluctantly: "You are welcome, it is quite late, we will not disturb your rest."

Mr. Yao didn't mean to stay in vain, he said to Yao Jian, "Then you send the two of you off, and Xiao Wu will help me."

"Alas." Song Xiaowu hastily stepped forward to support the old man.

After Yao Jian sent those two people back, Song Xiaowu asked, "Dad, those two people are just here to see if you are really sick?" , I'm afraid I'm going to pretend to be a secret.

"Yes." It was Yao Jian who answered Song Xiaowu.Song Xiaowu had seen the old man wearing homely clothes, but how could those two people have the right to come to the old man before?Usually from a distance, he can be seen from a distance as an old man with black and shiny hair, scrupulously combed, and a well-knit suit, full of energy.Although his complexion hasn't changed now, his clothes are more casual, and those people are full of ambition, and when their self-proclaimed talents and ambitions can be displayed, they will feel that the old man has a very strong contrast between the past and the present.

Yao Jian explained to the old man again: "Tonight is Uncle Shao's son's treat. It is said that Zhao Xiang gave him a card in the past. He only found out recently that he went to the procuratorate to hand it in, and chatted with people there for a whole day. My God, I think I was slighted a little bit. As soon as I came out, some people who had a good relationship with him said that I would set up a banquet for him to relax, so as not to get angry. I couldn't justify not going to the scene. I stayed inside before seven o'clock and came out. I ran into those two just now in the parking lot."

Mr. Yao thought for a while: "Shao Yuming? He's afraid of getting involved even if he's an official. What's the point of meddling in this time?" Yao Jian said: "Zhao Xiang is a hot potato now, and anyone who has ever been in the slightest can't wait to get rid of it." He After hesitating for a moment, he continued, "There are also people who say that Shao Yuming has a friend in Chongshi who is a doctor. Maybe Shao Yuming reached a consensus with his superiors to protect him."

Mr. Yao looked at his eldest son in surprise, and seeing that he still had the usual indifferent expression, he couldn't help but feel amused: his eldest son, even when he rarely talks about other people's gossip, is still so serious. serious look.Then look at Song Xiaowu, whose eyeballs are rolling around, obviously pondering what they said. Standing together, who would have thought that they would be brothers?

He is too lazy to bother about these things outside, the sky will not change, it will be as lively as the situation changes, for an old man like him, it is more important to care about his children and grandchildren.Instead, he asked Yao Jian, "Did you drink tonight?"

Yao Jian nodded: "I didn't drink much. I just took the car from the procuratorate. I'll just call the driver later."

The old man asked Song Xiaowu again: "Xiaowu, can you drive?"

Song Xiaowu said: "I can drive it, but I didn't take the driver's license test..." After finishing speaking, I felt that I was stupid again: Who would come to check Yao's car without looking at it?

"Then you will send your elder brother back later, and you don't have to come here again."

"Then you are here alone..." Song Xiaowu was a little hesitant, and the old man said: "Is it true that my father is a patient? Your brother is still awake at the moment. How uncomfortable it may be when you go back. You can't let Auntie Lin wake up in the middle of the night to take care of you." Him." Well, I still want to be an old man because I want to see brothers and sisters respecting each other, but I didn't expect that it was Aunt Lin who felt sorry for her...

etc!Mrs. Yao is still here!Song Xiaowu quickly stopped the thoughts in his heart, and said to Yao Jian: "Then brother, I will see you off? Otherwise, I can't drive well when it gets dark."

"En." Yao Jian agreed, said goodbye to the old man politely, and then went out.

"Dad, I'm leaving too." Song Xiaowu followed suit and went out.