Lu Weifu upstairs

Chapter 39

It was past ten o'clock when Xu Yihan got home, but luckily the flower shop next to the community was still open.He picked a large bouquet of white eustoma. This flower is white when it is in full bloom, but the buds are verdant green. The edges of the petals are slightly curled, which reminded him of the thin lotus leaves on Deng Yuan's clothes.The eustoma was in full bloom. He poked it with his fingertips and felt that the flower was soft and white, like Deng Yuan's body.

When he got out of the elevator, he had the key on him, but he didn't want to open the door by himself.

He knocked on the door, and soon heard the footsteps of "Patta Papa", which was Deng Yuan's unique footsteps - he bought himself a pair of cheap flip-flops, which didn't quite follow his feet, and he started to walk Just rattled.

With a "click" the door was opened, Deng Yuan took a step back and whispered, "You are back."

Xu Yihan could hear that he was a little embarrassed.

Because he was wearing a skirt.

It is a group of cakes with black background and white dots, hanging down in layers from the waist to the calves.The top half of the dress was a taut suspender, revealing the curves of his shoulders and chest.He took off his flip flops, and hurriedly put on a pair of water pink suede high heels, with a round toe and a thick heel, and a thin and narrow bow on the instep.

Xu Yihan's throat tightened immediately, he closed the door, looked at Deng Yuan, and said softly: "This skirt suits you very well, sister, it looks very white."

Deng Yuan pursed his lips and looked at the flower in Xu Yihan's arms: "What kind of flower is this?" His tone was a little excited, and his eyes were wide open.

Xu Yihan changed his shoes, smiled and handed the flowers to Deng Yuan: "Eustoma."

Deng Yuan embraced the flowers with both hands, Xu Yihan took advantage of the danger and wrapped his shoulders around his shoulders, his eyes stuck to Deng Yuan's shoulders when he entered the door, the shoulders were white and round, and his skin was slightly shiny.

Deng Yuan's skirt had a low collar, and Xu Yihan kissed him all the way from his shoulders to his collarbone and then to his chest, he could feel his chest rising and falling faster and faster.

"Sister," Xu Yihan raised his head and touched Deng Yuan's lips, his voice was as soft as a whisper, "You are really beautiful like this."

Deng Yuan panted a little: "You...are you full?"

Xu Yihan: "Huh?"

"There are...unfinished dishes in the kitchen."

Xu Yihan laughed "puchi". For a second, he thought that Deng Yuan would say flirting words like "You can eat me if you are not full", but he was really asking him if he had had enough for dinner.

Xu Yihan asked curiously: "Why are there leftovers? Don't you never have leftovers?"

Deng Yuan seemed to be aggrieved: "I originally cooked your food, but you didn't come back to eat. I really couldn't finish it by myself."

He was still holding the flowers Xu Yihan sent in his arms, and his tone was simply coquettish.Xu Yihan nodded thoughtlessly: "Then I'll eat."

It took him a few minutes to realize, didn't he never eat leftovers?

And Deng Yuan was already warming up the dishes for him in the kitchen.

Xu Yihan sat at the dining table and looked at Deng Yuan, watching the layers of his cake skirt swaying slightly when he turned around, he was like a little bee about to fly.Xu Yihan suddenly felt that the pattern with white dots on the black background was really pretty, why did he think it was dirty before?This is simply a variety of styles.

After a while, the dishes were ready, half a piece of steamed Wuchang fish, a bowl of fried vegetable moss, a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, and a round brown sugar bun.

Deng Yuan sat down opposite Xu Yihan, put his face in his hands and smiled at him, with a naive expression, with an expression of asking for credit and waiting for praise.

Only then did Xu Yihan discover that Deng Yuan had left him the side of Wuchang Yuyu's stomach.

Xu Yihan ate all the dishes, this supper made him full, he even felt that he hadn't eaten like this for many years.After taking a bath, I didn't even feel sleepy at all.

And Deng Yuan covered his mouth and yawned, and asked innocently after the yawn: "Yihan, aren't you sleepy?"

Xu Yihan stepped forward and grabbed Deng Yuan's hand, nonsense said: "I've been a little insomnia lately."

"Ah? Is it serious? Why do you suddenly have insomnia?"

"Sister, why don't you come to my room to sleep tonight," Xu Yihan said without changing his expression, "talk with me, maybe I can fall asleep earlier."

At 01:30 in the morning, when Deng Yuan was so sleepy that he fell into Xu Yihan's arms, Liu Yusheng's mother was pushed out of the operating room.The doctor removed her appendix and a section of large intestine. Fortunately, the operation was minimally invasive without surgery.

The operation was under general anesthesia, and the mother was still awake. The nurse administered an IV for her, connected the equipment, and told Liu Yusheng to turn her over on time. He also had to keep an eye on the IV bottle, and called the nurse to change it when the fluid was infused.Liu Yusheng wrote them down one by one.

The nurse left, and the night in this hospital suddenly became silent.My mother lived in a three-person ward, and the patients on the other two beds were asleep, and the family members who accompanied the bed each slept on a folding bed in the corridor.There was an empty folding bed in the ward, and Liu Yusheng asked Uncle Wang to go and rest first, while he came to take care of his mother.Uncle Wang nodded and walked over to lie down. After a while, he started snoring.

Although the mother had her eyes closed, she slept very restlessly. She moved her lips for a while and frowned for a while. Liu Yusheng followed the nurse's instructions and wiped her lips lightly with a cotton swab dipped in water.He leaned down to look at his mother, and suddenly realized that he hadn't looked at her so carefully for a long, long time, it seemed that after that incident - dropping out of school -, he didn't dare to look at his mother anymore, he always looked at her. He was very guilty, and at the same time, he was afraid that she would bring up that matter again and again.

It turns out that she already has such deep nasolabial folds and forehead lines.

She is 51 years old, her husband died early, and she raised her son alone. More than half of her life has passed, but she still endures the pain because she is reluctant to spend money to go to the emergency room.In order to support Liu Yusheng's education, she borrowed money from many relatives, her relatives, Uncle Wang's relatives... Later, because Liu Yusheng dropped out of school, she was completely disgraced.So much so that tonight, he almost couldn't even borrow emergency money.

Liu Yusheng pinched the bridge of his nose hard.

Until after five o'clock in the morning, Uncle Wang woke up, rubbed his eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "Yusheng, why didn't you ask me to get up and go to sleep instead?"

Liu Yusheng's eyes were bloodshot, he shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Uncle Wang came to change shifts to take care of his mother, and Liu Yusheng slowly walked out of the turbid inpatient building.After tossing and tossing all night, he seemed to be not sleepy anymore, but tired, and wanted to sit up on the bench and sit like a statue.

Liu Yusheng took out his mobile phone slowly and dialed Zhao Xin's number.

Just after two rings, he suddenly realized that it was only after five o'clock in the morning, and he was about to hang up immediately, but at the moment when his fingertips would touch the screen, the call was connected.

"Yusheng?" Zhao Xin's voice was sober.

"I forgot the time," Liu Yusheng felt that his brain was not clear enough, and his words were jumping out, "I'm sorry."

Zhao Xin smiled softly: "It's okay, I didn't sleep, I've been waiting for your call—is your family sick?"

"Well, my mother, appendicitis."

"Have you had surgery? How is the situation?"

"I did, it's fine."

"Then you haven't slept all night?"

"Ah."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm here," Liu Yusheng said blankly, "on the chair."

Zhao Xin: "...I mean, are you still in the hospital?"

"Ah, yes."

"Is anyone taking care of Auntie with you?"

"Wang... my stepfather."

"Yusheng," Zhao Xin's tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, "then you go home and sleep for a while, if you are worried, you can sleep less for a few hours."

"I..." Liu Yusheng pressed his temple, and finally remembered the purpose of the call, "I want to tell you that I will pay you back tomorrow—no, this afternoon at the earliest."

"Don't worry about money, you go back and rest for a while, buy something to eat, okay?"

"That's why you're not in a hurry." Liu Yusheng's nose was sour, and tears flowed down his face for some unknown reason. "If I didn't drop out of school, I don't have to worry about it now."

Zhao Xin was silent.

Liu Yusheng covered his eyes, choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I... I don't blame you, I did it on my own back then... I'm too tired and my mind is not clear, so I won't talk..."

Then, as if running for his life, he quickly hung up the phone.