Cotton Yang Roll: To the Happiness of My Terminal】

I would like to face the sea and bloom in spring.

—Jiang Xiaomian

London.

On the first day of arriving in London, the weather here was sunny and the sun was pleasant. Compared to the October day when Jiang Xiaomian left Changnan, Changnan was too cold and cold.

The leap over temperature is like standing under a tree covered with frost and snow, and suddenly a warm beam of sunlight passes through the whole body.

Perhaps, there will be snow in Changnan this winter. At least that's what Jiang Xiaomian guessed.

When I got off the plane, I crossed the sea of people around Jiang Xiaomian, most of the unfamiliar faces were white or black, and the English clips of rapid communication together seemed to be languages other than other planets. It was as if she had come to an alien planet.

There were a lot of people who came to pick up the airport, even if Jiang Xiaomian's name couldn't be called, after Uncle Chi introduced everyone to each other, Jiang Xiaomian knew that they were all relatives and friends of the Chi family, judging from their appearance, there seemed to be few Chinese. is even more foreigner than Uncle Chi. Although Chi Yanghe had talked to Jiang Xiaomian about the story of the Chi family's genealogy, he had already forgotten it cleaner than Qing Shui at this time.

Hey, you don't have to put all your curiosity on their family on the first day of their arrival. She felt like she was in trouble.

Jiang Xiaomian was not surprised, they still looked at Jiang Xiaomian strangely, making Jiang Xiaomian seem to be the CFO who had stumbled into it by mistake from another cosmic planet.

Maybe it's because Jiang Xiaomian is standing next to Chi Yanghe's wheelchair, they must guess who Jiang Xiaomian is Chi Yanghe?

Who am I Chi Yanghe?

Even Jiang Xiaomian himself was puzzled, no wonder they thought about it more.

The unfamiliar city suddenly made people want to cry, because this was Jiang Xiaomian's first time in a foreign country, and she missed Uncle Xian, her mother and her brother. And the closest person to Jiang Xiaomian is only Chi Yanghe, who is sleepy.

The car drove through the bustling and diverse city and ended up in a top-notch private hospital.

Simple and solemn Western architecture, generous and elegant layout, there is no such strong smell of disinfectant water when you walk in. But when the mahogany doors are opened, how many people have to lie in such a beautiful and deadly house, lose a lot of time and money, and countless lives that are unique to them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaomian suddenly shook his body. It seems that Chi Yanghe will sleep forever as soon as he enters this door.

Foreigners' names are often long and complex, and Chi Yanghe's attending physician is called Bill Clinton Bedford, which is a name that begins with a religious name, and the Chinese translation is Jefferson. Jiang Xiaomian estimated that he was the same age as Uncle Chi.

He smiled very handsomely, stretched out his hand to Jiang Xiaomian and said in English: "Miss Jiang, it's nice to meet you, you are so young and beautiful."

"Dr. Jefferson, I'm going to trouble you more." Jiang Xiaomian bowed to him very pleadingly.

"Rest assured, I will fight for the best hope. You know, just a few years ago, there was a record of a vegetative person waking up in a coma for twenty-six years in my career. ”

It may be that Jiang Xiaomian rarely communicates face-to-face with foreigners in English, but Dr. Jefferson's words suddenly mean something else: a vegetative person was treated by him for twenty-six years before he woke up.

Hahaha, this joke is not very funny.

Jiang Xiaomian took care of Chi Yanghe, still telling him stories like in Changnan, she wondered if he would know that he was already lying in his hometown?

Jiang Xiaomian definitely hoped that he knew.

The doctor said that he had suffered a brain injury and would not be conscious. But Jiang Xiaomian still didn't believe it, because he was always so quiet when he listened to the story, and his even breathing was urging her to continue to tell him more stories.

Soon, the day will pass. The warm sunset shone from the windowsill of the ward, and the white floor was mottled and stained.

Chi Yanghe must have wanted to see the sunset as much as Jiang Xiaomian, so Jiang Xiaomian pushed his wheelchair and took him to the balcony and stood in the corner of the half of the sky under the sunset.

Jiang Xiaomian looked at the buildings that were so tall that they were about to break through the colorful clouds, as if they had pierced the color naan in the sky, so there would be so many afterglows falling on the arched or pointed stone masonry, and every brick and stone was rejuvenated with new colors.

The wide river of floating light and shadow flows into the distance, like a dazzling tapestry carrying a dream yearning for heaven.

Yanghe, the first time I saw such a beautiful empire where the sun never sets, it was as if you had taken me into the beauty of the West that I could only see in textbooks before.

Although Jiang Xiaomian didn't see the end of the majestic palace, she heard the pious music floating from the church in the distance, as well as the ancient bell in the square that followed the time frame. Yanghe, they are calling you with me!

When the sky is getting dark, it is a night city full of bright eyes, which is much more lively and prosperous than Changnan.

However, this kind of economic development is incomparable to the noise of small cities in Changnan. The two places always have their own beauty, London is like a band that is the same as the whole world singing a loud chorus, while Changnan is a gentle country that sings in a low voice.

After Jiang Xiaomian sang a lullaby for Yang and washed his face, there was a very unfamiliar call in time.

"Xiaomian?"

Someone opened the door and came in and called Jiang Xiaomian in a not very standard Chinese pronunciation.

Jiang Xiaomian turned to the girl in pink who called her "Xiao Mian", the girl in pink smiled at Jiang Xiaomian, and Jiang Xiaomian also smiled at her.

The face is not very unfamiliar, because Jiang Xiaomian saw her at the airport in the morning, but he doesn't remember who she is Chi Yanghe or Chi's uncle. The introduction when we met at the airport was the same as swallowing dates, Jiang Xiaomian forgot what her name was, she looked like she was only twenty years old, younger than Jiang Xiaomian.

Do as the locals do! Jiang Xiaomian greeted her in English and asked her again what to call her.

Unexpectedly, she answered in Chinese, although it was not very standard: "My name is Saiiy in English, I have been learning Chinese recently, Sha is the Sha of Sally, and Li is the Li of Sally." Sally touched her head and smiled, and then said, "I'm coming to see my cousin, and my dad told me to take you back later."

Cousin? In this way, Sally is the daughter of Uncle Chi.

Jiang Xiaomian should have guessed it at first glance, because she still looks more similar to Uncle Chi.

Later, she led Jiang Xiaomian back to their home, the so-called Chijia Castle. Because Chi Yanghe had to stay in the hospital for observation for several weeks before he could be transferred to his home for treatment, he could not take him back with him for the time being.

The hospital should be relatively close to their castle, and Sally originally wanted to call someone to pick her up, but Jiang Xiaomian refused, after all, he was an outsider, and Jiang Xiaomian, who made a lot of labor, very embarrassed.

Anyway, it would be more comfortable to take a walk with Sally and take the bus back.

I have long heard that the buses in the United Kingdom are double-decker electric buses, and the red double-decker buses in London are the "national treasures" of the United Kingdom.

Jiang Xiaomian had just gone up and sat for two short stops, and before she could find out what was interesting and worth comparing with China, Sally took her wrist and said, "Hey, Xiaomian, get off." ”

Sally helped Jiang Xiaomian with the suitcase along the way, Sally's personality is very cheerful and jumpy, there are tomboys who are naughty and eccentric, and even whistle and walk in the twilight with a suitcase, plus she is wearing pink clothes and jumping with two fluffy braids, like a mobile Barbie who can whistle.

Jiang Xiaomian listened to her whistle next to her, and the sound of the luggage wheel was messily intertwined, like an indistinguishable instrument playing a cheerful symphony. Although it was this, Jiang Xiaomian's mood was a little bored when he heard it. Because since she got off the plane, her buzzing tinnitus hasn't stopped.

"I'd better pull it myself, you helped me pull it all the way to blame you." Jiang Xiaomian said to Sally embarrassedly and reached for the suitcase.

Sally dragged the suitcase back and smiled: "You have to take care of my cousin when you get off the plane, I'm afraid you'll be tired!" My house will be there soon. ”

Maybe the night was getting dark, or Jiang Xiaomian didn't pay attention to it, their castle seemed to be conjured by the Balala Little Demon Fairy, and those conical roofs suddenly stood in Jiang Xiaomian's sight, surrounded by several dense towering trees. In the darkness of the night, it looked as if a forest had encircled their castle, stabbing the white lights a pale red.

Jiang Xiaomian thought that it should be her anxiety that made her look a little gloomy.

"That's it, you'll live here from now on." Sally pointed to the castle building in front of her and said to Jiang Xiaomian.

"Is this also Chi Yanghe's home? Did he live here when he didn't go to Changnan? Jiang Xiaomian didn't know why his first reaction was to ask such a thing, as if he was Jiang Xiaomian's only support.

But Sally seemed to be stunned for a moment and didn't understand Jiang Xiaomian's words: "Are you asking Sunshine?" Oh, yes! ”

“Sunshine？ Sen Shaun? "Jiang Xiaomian realized that this is not Changnan, and the Chinese name 'Chi Yanghe' is not familiar to many people.

Sally nodded.

After passing through several small narrow roads paved with beautiful five-flower stones, Jiang Xiaomian looked up and could see that the city walls were crawling with vines, luxuriantly and orderly around the boxy windows. Walking over again, the first thing that catches your eye is a series of green tile walls, mottled with leaf shadows under the street lamps, which has a retro charm. Because the rose season has just passed, there is a green color left, so the wall looks monotonous.

Walking into the castle, the first thing you see is nothing more than high-end furnishings, even the floor is covered with exquisite and luxurious carpets. The maids with bows on their heads greeted Sally and hugged her very kindly.

Jiang Xiaomian wanted to be introduced by Jiang Xiaomian, and they had already reacted, and said in English: "You are the girl that Mr. brought back from China?"

"Yes, my name is Jiang Xiaomian, it's nice to meet you."

One of them praised Jiang Xiaomian and said: "She is very beautiful, just like the Chinese Hepburn." ”

Sally corrected again: "No, the words spoken in the Chinese language should be Xi Shi." ”

Then everyone praised Jiang Xiaomian for having the beauty of oriental women, Jiang Xiaomian just smiled casually, there is a gap between foreign and Chinese aesthetics, after all, no one has compared Jiang Xiaomian with Hepburn in Changnan for so many years, let alone Xi Shi, Jiang Xiaomian thinks like this, he feels that he is putting gold on his face.

Jiang Xiaomian looked at the unfamiliar pattern around her, clutched the suitcase tightly in her hand, and sweated in her palm.

"Xiaomian, my dad told me to prepare a room for you before, and I'll take you upstairs." After Sally said that, she took Jiang Xiaomian to the so-called room in her mouth.

After about three stairs and a corridor full of paintings, it was a very retro room, the walls were decorated with irregular stones, and when you got closer, you could see the clear peculiar patterns, making each stone seem to have a collector's historical value, and a Roman wall clock was inlaid on a protruding white stone wall.

Wardrobes, desks, and lamps are all elegant wooden structures, and you can't find anything steel or iron at a glance, except for the carved and hollow iron windows. There is an oval soft bed in the middle of the room, and the coordinated color of the mattress is really eye-catching, Jiang Xiaomian, who is tired for a day, really wants to jump on it and sleep in a big character shape, but unfortunately it is not his own home that he can't be so rude.

"I only heard that you were coming two days ago, so I prepared in a hurry, many things are not very complete, if you lack anything, you can tell me, treat this place as if you are your own home."

Sally grinned, grabbing her fluffy hair and running her fingers through it, which was cute. She walked around and told Jiang Xiaomian where the bathroom was, where the buttons for each light were, and where the remote control of the automatic curtains was...

Under the bright light, Sally's large circle silver earrings swayed with her smile, giving Jiang Xiaomian the feeling of welcoming a sister home who had not been seen for a long time.

Jiang Xiaomian asked, "Then where is your room?" ”

Sally said that in the branch fort at the opposite end, Jiang Xiaomian was suddenly a little unhappy, thinking that she would live next door, after all, Sally was the first good friend she met when she came to London.

Jiang Xiaomian just thought about it and hadn't spoken yet, Sally happened to say, "Next door to you is Sen Shane's room." ”

At that moment, Jiang Xiaomian didn't know what to answer.

After Jiang Xiaomian casually placed the luggage, a maid knocked on the door and called them for dinner.

followed Sally to the kitchen of their house, it was a large square table, and the things on the table, except for the dishes, knives and forks next to the dishes, Jiang Xiaomian was not famous. There were about ten seats, and except for the three five or six-year-old children who were looking at the guests with wide eyes on the seats, that is, Jiang Xiaomian, those elders had not yet arrived.

There is such a big battle for dinner, what kind of family is this, it really makes Jiang Xiaomian breathless.

In order to dispel his discomfort, Jiang Xiaomian greeted the three children: "Children, I am your Aunt Xiaomian." ”

The little blonde girl obediently called Aunt Xiaomian.

But one of the little boys was naughty, and he turned his head and asked Sally, "Auntie, do you call her 'Aunt Xiaomian'?" But my grandfather told me that there would be a little aunt in the house today. ”

Jiang Xiaomian was a little speechless.

I don't know why Uncle Chi taught his little grandson to call like this.

Sally saw Jiang Xiaomian's strange appearance, and turned around and said, "Then let's call Aunt Xiaomian, it's similar to Auntie." ”

While they were chatting about the title, several children suddenly ran over and called: "Grandpa! ”

Jiang Xiaomian turned his head and went back to see that it was Uncle Chi, he picked up his youngest granddaughter and grandson with both hands, and asked, "Did you get into trouble at school today?" ”

Seeing that Uncle Chi didn't have gray hair, he had three little grandchildren, not like a grandfather, but like his father's age. Jiang Xiaomian is still quite envious.

Jiang Xiaomian saw a very rich and gorgeous wife walking behind her, out of politeness, Jiang Xiaomian didn't dare to look at the jewelry and clothes on her body, only dared to look at her brown eyes, which were a proper Western face, Jiang Xiaomian thought that she must have been a celebrity in high society when she was young.

The noble lady also looked at Jiang Xiaomian and walked slowly, with an iron face and no smile, her lips were parallel into an antenna in the sky, like the face of Jin Yong's exterminator who was too long to "smell of hanged ghosts on the stage", Jiang Xiaomian's heart also jumped when he looked at it.

If it weren't for hearing Sally call her 'Mom', Jiang Xiaomian couldn't have imagined that such a woman with a face like hoarfrost would give birth to a lively and clever daughter like Sally.

However, she can't be commented on like this, because Jiang Xiaomian remembers that Chi Yanghe and his aunt who talked to him is a very good woman, and on the surface she is a "female Hades" and in her heart is a "female Bodhisattva", but Jiang Xiaomian is a little difficult to imagine that she didn't smile at herself when she saw his aunt for the first time.

She could not smile at Jiang Xiaomian, but Jiang Xiaomian had to smile at her, "Hello, Mrs. Chi, I am Yanghe's Chinese friend." ”

The woman sat down at the table and straightened up, and said coldly: "This is England, you don't need to call me Mrs. Chi, the surname Chi is just my husband's Chinese surname, if you don't know what to call me, call me 'Mrs. Wendy'." ”

"Yes, Lady Wendy." Jiang Xiaomian's answer was still smiling, for fear of offending this Mrs. Wendy.

Soon, after Sally's brother and sister-in-law came, there was a widow who was older than Wendy, and Jiang Xiaomian didn't know who she was, it seemed to be Uncle Chi's sister-in-law, after all, Uncle Chi's generation had three brothers.

She was much kinder than Mrs. Wendy, very approachable, and not so classy.

At the dining table, Jiang Xiaomian carefully followed them to eat with a knife and fork, and his movements were very slow, not daring to make extra sounds. Even if Jiang Xiaomian lives in the Xian family, no matter how rich he is, he doesn't like to eat Western food very much, so Jiang Xiaomian is not very accustomed to their food when he first arrives.

Their meal was very rich, and for those meat delicacies of various methods, Jiang Xiaomian didn't dare to mess around when he couldn't see which ones were pork and which ones were beef, so he just ate some stews and borscht indiscriminately.

"Xiaomian, give you a taste of our most authentic 'mom cuisine' here!" It may be that Sally saw that Jiang Xiaomian was eating less, so she served something like crispy yellow bread in front of Jiang Xiaomian.

Jiang Xiaomian didn't know what it was, and thought to himself that it wouldn't poison people anyway. She picks at the filling while peeling off the dough and eats it. Chewing and chewing Jiang Xiaomian felt a little sick to her stomach, because it was other people's food, she didn't dare to waste it at all, she ate all the things in the bowl hard.

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