Jiang Zhuo waited in the ward for a few minutes, and his sister Jiang Lie pushed the infusion stand back to the ward.

"Brother."

The fifteen-year-old girl is just right, with a student's head, beautiful and sunny, she looks very similar to her brother, she also has a single eyelid, clean and durable, but she looks sick and haggard, and there is no blood on her face, because of the lack of exercise all year round, her body is thin and thin.

Jiang Zhuo went over to help her push the infusion stand: "You lie down first." ”

Jiang Lie kicked his shoes and sat on the hospital bed: "I'm much better today." ”

"Hmm."

Jiang Zhuo helped her tuck the corners of the quilt.

The girl's eyes were bright, like stars in the sky, and she loved to smile: "The test results are all right." ”

Jiang Zhuo pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, opened the insulated soup pot brought from home, took out a bowl of soup, and served it to her.

She took a sip, looked at her brother's face, and pretended to be relaxed, "I think I can be discharged from the hospital, running and jumping is not a problem." ”

"No, you can't."

My brother, who is usually very talkative, couldn't help but say, "You have to stay in the hospital before the operation." ”

Jiang Lie is a congenital heart disease, and he was able to take medicine to control it in the early years, but his health has worsened in recent years, and his heart has been chronically failed, and he has reached the point where he has to do transplant surgery.

She muttered unhappily: "I don't have a heart source, what kind of surgery, why waste money here." ”

Their mother died two years ago, her father was the same, and all her medical expenses fell on her brother, who was only 18 years old when he organized his mother's funeral.

"Don't be willful, you have to take care of your body in the hospital to the best condition, and when you have a heart source, you can do surgery immediately." Jiang Zhuo comforted her, "You don't have to worry about money, I've saved a lot of money in the past two years." ”

In the past two years, she hasn't seen him rest, and she goes out before dawn every day and returns late at night.

"It's the same with taking medicine at home." Hospitalization is so expensive.

"Jiang Lie."

Every time he shouted by name, he didn't mean to negotiate, he was usually a very good talker, and when he talked about her illness, he was very serious.

Jiang Lie put the bowl down, lay down with his back, and ignored him.

She didn't feel sorry for him yet......

Idiot!

The mobile phone rang, and Jiang Zhuo walked outside the ward to pick it up.

"Jiang Zhuo."

He was a teacher at his academy.

"Hello, Mr. Liu."

Jiang Zhuo was recruited to the Conservatory of Music by Mr. Liu with a full scholarship, and Mr. Liu was particularly partial to him and usually paid close attention to him.

"Is there something wrong with your house?" Teacher Liu explained, "That's right, several teachers have already reported to me that your attendance rate is a bit too low. ”

He is busy with part-time work, and rarely goes back to school except for important professional classes.

"I'm sorry Mr. Liu, it's my own reason."

Teacher Liu didn't know what the situation was, he cherished his talent and didn't want such a seedling to be lost: "If you have any difficulties, just tell the teacher, but you still have to pay attention to this attendance, after all, so many people are watching." ”

If this is an ordinary student, the criticism is considered light.

Jiang Zhuo is special, he majored in cello, won an international music award at the age of 14, the teachers in the school are very optimistic about him, and even several symphony orchestras have thrown olive branches.

"Teacher Liu," he was silent for a moment, "I want to take a leave of absence next semester." ”

"Can you tell me why?"

"My family is sick," he said. "The rest didn't say much.

Mr. Liu knew that his family's economic conditions were not good, because he often took private jobs, and the college actually had a rule that students were not allowed to take private jobs outside, but because he was excellent, he turned a blind eye to him.

"If you can take care of it, I don't recommend that you take a leave of absence, if you really can't do it, you can come back to me to get the application form then." Jiang Zhuo was born to eat the bowl of rice of musicians, and his talent is extremely high, but Mr. Liu still feels that it is a pity to suspend his studies, "Do you want to stop thinking about it?" I would like to recommend you to the international student quota at the Berary Conservatory next year. ”

The Bellary Conservatory of Music is a palace-level music school, and Mr. Liu wrote a letter of recommendation to Jiang Zhuo, and he is also interested there.

He hesitated for a while: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, I will consider it seriously." ”

"Don't worry, you think about it slowly."

It's raining outside, and the winter rain can cool you down.

Because Xu Tanxi had a bad appetite, Rong Li proposed to go home and cook, and he did it.

Xu Tanxi asked him why? He said he wanted to learn.

After going home from grocery shopping, it was already past seven o'clock, Rong Li didn't arrange the kitchen on his side, and the meal was cooked on Xu Tanxi's side, so he didn't let her help, so he casually found a movie and let her stay in the living room.

Less than five minutes after entering the kitchen -

"Nothing."

Rong Li called Xu Tanxi in the kitchen.

The upstairs neighbor sold the house and was moving, and the sound of moving the house was very noisy, Xu Tanxi didn't hear it, and Rong Li shouted again: "Huh." ”

She came running: "Huh? ”

He wore her apron, which was plain, ill-fitting and a little small. He hadn't started cooking yet, the dishes were all in the pool, and he studied the cooking tutorials on the Internet first.

"How much is a pinch of salt?"

"Fry me." She wore a pink loose sweater, slim pants, and her legs were thin and long, and they were very straight.

A picture suddenly flashed in Rong Li's mind: the girl's thin white legs were crossed around his waist......

He's been getting more and more of a human being lately.

Cheng Ji is right, men are beasts.

He turned his face to the other side and didn't look at her: "No. If you look closely, you will find that the tips of his ears are a little red, "How much is a little?" ”

Xu Tanxi didn't notice anything unusual, and patiently taught him: "If it's a dish without soup, you can put a spoonful of salt on a plate." ”

He opened the cupboard and went to get the spoon.

Xu Tanxi walked over and grabbed his hand: "It's not the spoon, it's the little spoon that scooped salt in the salt box." ”

"Oh."

He took out the salt box, looked at it a few times, set it aside, and asked other questions: "What is the amount of a plate?" He grabbed a handful of greens and put them on a plate, "So many?" He grabbed another handful, and the vegetables were piled high, "So many?" ”

He felt he needed an electronic scale.

The main problem is that the online tutorials do not indicate the weight, either a little or a small amount.

"One big plate and one small plate will do." Xu Tanxi taught him as simple as possible, "You can first enlarge half a spoonful of salt, turn on the heat a little smaller, taste while cooking, and add it to it if it is weak." ”

Rong Li is a high IQ and thinks it is not difficult.

"You go to the movies, I'll call you when I'm ready."

Xu Tanxi was not very relieved: "I'm here to see you." ”

"You're here to affect my performance."

She's here, and it's hard for his mind not to get out of the way.

Xu Tanxi relied on him, returned to the living room, turned down the sound of the movie, and moved the chair to the kitchen door, afraid that she wouldn't hear him call her.

It didn't take a few minutes -

"Nothing."

She smiled and walked over, "What's the matter, sir?" ”

Rong Li frowned and stood next to the rice cooker: "It is said on the Internet that the amount of water used to cook rice should be lower than the height of your hand. He put his washed hand inside, "Is it the finger or the back of the hand?" ”

Xu Tanxi glanced over and said, "It's all right." She added a little more water to the bowl, "If you like to eat something softer, then you don't have to go over the back of your hand." ”

Rong Li felt that it was not very difficult.

"I see." He covered the pot, plugged it in, and kissed Xu Tanxi on the face, "You go to the movies." ”

Xu Tanxi went back to the living room, she didn't see anything in the movie, and after a few minutes, she suddenly heard the sound of a knife falling to the ground, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

Rong Li picked up the knife, and there was nothing abnormal on his face: "It's nothing." He put his left hand behind his back.

Xu Tanxi walked over and pulled his hand out.

There was a rare embarrassment on his face, and he awkwardly defended himself: "The shredded potatoes are too difficult to cut." ”

The pad of his left index finger was cut, and a lot of blood flowed, dripping a few drops on the ground.

Xu Tanxi's eyes were red in distress.

Rong Li immediately said: "It's just a little broken, it doesn't matter." ”

She grabbed his hand and put it under the faucet to rinse, the water flow was already as small as possible, she bent over and blew into his hand: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." Afraid that she would feel distressed, Rong Li said, "It doesn't hurt at all, I used to be hurt a lot, and the pain is not so sensitive, it really doesn't hurt." ”

Her eyes were redder.

Rong Li was a little panicked, leaned over and kissed her eyes several times: "Don't cry, huh?" ”

"I'll go get the medicine kit."

Rong Li stiffly stretched out the broken finger and followed her, looking like he had done something wrong.

Xu Tanxi went to get the medicine box, pulled him to sit on the sofa, she unscrewed the lid of the disinfectant, poured a little to rinse the wound, the pouring action was very slow, she looked up at him nervously.

Rong Li immediately said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

After the disinfection, she put on gloves, gave him a powder to stop bleeding, lowered her head, and hung her eyelashes quietly: "You don't want to learn to cook." ”

The shredded potatoes are a little difficult to cut, but Rong Li still feels that cooking is not difficult: "If you cook it a few more times, you will be proficient." ”

"I can cook, why do you have to learn?"

Rong Li pinned a strand of hair that fell from her sideburns behind her ear: "When you get better in the future, you will definitely have to perform surgery, and sometimes you have to be on duty, the doctors seem to be very busy, my work is very idle, I can cook more easily." ”

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Where can a boyfriend like Rong Li get it? Is it hairy above? Is it a queue or an appointment? I'm not greedy, I just want seven, and I won't be pampered for a week~