Chapter Seventy-Six: The Wind Blows People Away

1. Mutual assistance

Chen Meiling continued: "On Mr. Song's right is sitting Wu Qiang, who is Mr. Song's health care doctor. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wu Qiang nodded and said, "My name is Wu Qiang, hello Ms. Jin, I don't know how old you are? ”

Jin Yinhua smiled and said: "I'm Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, I don't know how old you are this year?" Wu Qiang said: "I'm three years old Chinese New Year's Eve today, only one year older than you, you can call me Brother Qiang." ”

Mr. Song said: "On my left is Han Xing, who is a handyman in our family. The young man nodded shyly and said, "My name is Han Xing, and I will call you Sister Yinhua in the future." ”

Mr. Song said: "Now that the five of us have met, we will be in the same boat and help each other in the future." After he finished speaking, he paused and continued: "Han Xing is our handyman in the family, he does everything, he is a plumber, and a gardener, and when Meiling was no longer there a few days ago, he also did the work of cooking and cleaning. Yinhua, you come to us today, in the future, you will do the cleaning work, and you will also do it with them in other places where there are useful people. ”

Jin Yinhua nodded and said, "Mr. Song, don't worry, I can do everything at home, and I will do it well." Mr. Song looked at the tall and beautiful woman in front of him, and replied very dryly, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "That's good, that's good!"

Chen Meiling continued: "I am the chef in charge of the daily meals of the five of us, Yinhua, after you come, you will do the laundry, bedding and washing and scrubbing work in this house, when you are too busy, the two of us will do it together, and you can help me do it when I can't be busy." The cleaning of the yard is up to you and Han Xing. In a moment, I will take you to the various rooms of our villa and arrange your daily work. ”

Mr. Song also said: "Our family has less hands and more work to do, and everyone has to help each other and cooperate to do a good job, and I think it is much easier to work at home than the work done by the workers on the assembly line of the Dongguan factory. ”

After Mr. Song finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought, as if they were all thinking back to the days of working on the assembly line. Everyone was silent for a while, and Mr. Song reminded: "I am a disabled person, and I rely on Wu Qiang to take care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation every day, he can't get out, and the work at home depends on the three of you to do, I hope you can do it well!"

Chen Meiling said sweetly: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I am the little housekeeper of this family, and what we have done will definitely satisfy you." Mr. Song nodded and said, "I'm relieved!"

Mr. Song said to Wu Qiang: "You take me to take medicine, and Meiling will arrange other things." Wu Qiang pushed the wheelchair and left.

Chen Meiling took Jin Yinhua to various rooms of the entire villa to arrange work tasks.

Three days have passed, Jin Yinhua's work is quite smooth, but there are fewer people and more work, and Jin Yinhua still feels very tired when he lies on the bed at night, I don't know why she can't sleep that night, she thinks of standing in front of the window on the second floor during the day and sees the sea. This reminded her of the song "Night at the Military Port", which began in her mouth

Softly chanted:

The night of the military port is quiet

The waves shook the battleship gently

The young sailor rests his head on the waves

A sweet smile in her sleep

The sea breeze blows gently on you

The waves you shake gently

How hard the sailors of the voyage were

Returned to the arms of the motherland

Let our sailors sleep well

The night of the military port is quiet

The waves shook the battleship gently

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She was chanting on the head of Xing, when suddenly a hoarse and painful cry came from the third floor: "Pain------ pain! Wu Qiang, come quickly------- you come quickly." "The shouts were so miserable that there was a sense of horror at night.

After a while, it seemed that Wu Qiang was talking, and he said, "Mr. Song, I'm here, you hold on a little longer------。 "There was a calm on the third floor after a period of hustle and bustle.