The little sister at the door is the daughter of Sister-in-law Zhou, who has just entered high school at a young age, and is carrying a lotus root in her hand: "Sister do you want lotus roots? I collected it in my own lotus pond, and it was delicious to go back to the cold salad! Then let my mother slaughter a local chicken for you, take it back to make soup after processing, and I'll prepare seasoning for you! ”

At a young age, she is really good at business, Su Yihuan only felt that she was beaming when she spoke, so she nodded and said, "Get me some." ”

After the local chicken was processed and put into the trunk, Su Yihuan started the car and was about to leave, but Zhou's sister-in-law chased it out, holding a crockpot in her hand: "Use this crockpot to make chicken soup, it's very fragrant, give this to your girl."

Su Yihuan smiled and thanked her, started the car and walked forward, seeing that Sister-in-law Zhou was still standing in place and smiling to see off the guests, her mood became warmer, in fact, she went up the mountain and slaughtered chickens this time, such a hospitable family, she was worthy of the trip.

The hotel's simple kitchen is not suitable for making a big fuss, Su Yihuan thought about it, added water to the crockpot, and began to cook chicken soup.

The chicken broth was boiled for more than two hours, skimmed off the oil foam, and added fresh bamboo shoots.

Su Yihuan took the time to make a honey lotus root slices in the middle, and finally when the chicken soup came out of the pot, sprinkled with a handful of green shallots, and the taste was already moving with his index fingers.

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 shadow on the screen, I don't know why, I remembered the painting in the villa again, and the half-inscribed word.

I don't know what happened to the big golden retriever.

As soon as the thought moved, the person had already acted, and she put down the teacup and decided to go back and have a look.

She was driving this time and had to register before entering the community.

When I drove to the door of the villa, I saw Lucky lying on his stomach in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window.

If the dog has an expression, it is about boring at the moment, seeing Su Yihuan's figure, Lucky picked up the window and found that he couldn't get out, so he lay down again, stuck out his tongue, and panted.

Yesterday it rained, and the table outside was still wet, but the painting was not smudged because she had wrapped it in a poncho.

Su Yihuan squatted in front of the painting, looked at it for a while, the full of deep emerald light green, the shade is appropriate, the brushstrokes are strong and powerful, and the inscription in the blank space next to it is probably because the master is in a hurry, only one word "one" is written.

Su Yihuan couldn't help but guess, which sentence did this person originally want to write?

Suddenly, it was a blessing to the soul.

Su Yi smiled, looked at the dark inkstone on the table, picked up the brush, dissolved the ink with the residual rain, and wrote with the pen.

"Every branch and leaf is always about love."

It's Zheng Banqiao.

Su Yihuan's brush writing is a bit basic, when he was a child, he didn't know how to hold a pencil when he learned to take a brush, starting from the horizontal, and practiced for a few years, but later after his mother was hospitalized, he wrote less and less.

I only hope that the owner of the painting will not blame himself for abrupt his masterpiece.

But when I think about it, if it weren't for myself, this painting would have become an abstract painting today, so I feel at ease.

Su Yihuan covered the painting with a poncho again, turned his head to look, 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 he took out the post-it note from his bag and wrote, "Please bring the painting to the house." ”dm

She stood up and tidied up her skirt twice, and she was able to help others to the end, and she retired.

On the way back, I received a call from the director, who was very embarrassed and said that he would give her a few days off, but just two days, he urged her to go back.

The reason is that the new president of the branch took up his duties ahead of schedule, and the general hospital had to hold a general meeting.

Su Yihuan didn't care, he was forced to hide, but now with the news of the young new dean, his colleagues in the hospital must have turned over the old news.

Early the next morning, she went to the airport and took the morning flight back to Yancheng.

After the plane landed, the passengers began to get off the plane, and just when the people were about to go, suddenly a male passenger fell to the ground silently, and the young flight attendant on the side panicked and exclaimed in a sharp voice: "Sir, what's wrong with you?" Mr! ”

Su Yihuan had already walked to the cabin door, and when she heard these two exclamations, her professional instinct made her turn back again.

I saw a young man lying on the ground, with a Moncler down jacket beside him, not much dirtier than the work clothes of migrant workers, and carrying a camera bag.

At this moment, he fell to the ground and frowned, still having a trace of sanity.

Su Yihuan knelt beside him, counted his pulse, rolled his eyelids, and then asked loudly: "Where's your medicine?" Are you wearing it on your body? ”

The man struggled to lift his hand and gestured to the black backpack beside him.

Su Yihuan quickly began to rummage, and finally found a bottle of nitroglycerin in the side pocket.

She was not wrong, this young man had a heart attack, and it was not the first time she had committed it.

Having heart disease at such a young age is probably congenital.

Pinching open his jaw and putting the pill under his tongue, the flight attendant had already run to notify the airport emergency center, and the ambulance should be able to pick up the person before stopping at the gate in a moment.

Su Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at this person with some attention.

Looking at the appearance of the wind and dust, such heavy clothes obviously did not start from Anji, they should have come back from a plateau area somewhere and transferred in Anji.

I know that I have heart disease and I have to travel to the plateau, and I am alone!

It's a joke with your own life!

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and two male doctors boarded the plane to carry the patient onto a stretcher.

At this moment, that person suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Yihuan's wrist.

That hand didn't have any strength at all, just weakly grabbed her wrist, like a drowning person, instinctively grasping anything that could be touched, asking for a chance of survival.

Su Yihuan had already planned to leave, but the relationship between people was so delicate, between two strangers, there was such a weak grip, but it gave birth to a sense of responsibility and concern in her heart, as if she couldn't leave him here, so she followed the stretcher and got into the ambulance and went to the nearest hospital.

Along the way, the hand did not let go, and it was not pulled away until the patient was sent to the operating room for rescue.

Su Yihuan waited outside the door, and time passed minute by minute.

About an hour later, a nurse came out of it:

"The patient's vital signs have been basically stabilized, and he will be sent to the ICU for observation in a while, we have contacted his family, and now we are coming, it is inconvenient for you to leave a contact information, in case the patient's family wants to know about the situation with you or something."