Chapter Ninety-Six: Distraction
The nanny brought over the footbasin, and every night she had to soak Yang Qianpet's feet with medicine, the whole room smelled of medicine, Tan Mingqi tore off Yang Qianpet's socks with her own hands and put her feet into the footbasin: "Speaking of this, Mu Lin wants to see you." β
"Why don't I go and see her?"
"It's just so good that we can go back and have a meal with Dad."
The warm water wrapped around his ankles made Yang Qianpet feel a little comfortable. This accident changed the trajectory of everyone's lives, and the girl who was indifferent and didn't like to compete began to become preoccupied. But the only thing that hasn't changed is that she can still be sure that she and the man in front of her like and love each other.
Thinking about it, he suddenly said to Tan Mingqi: "I want to go back to work, I feel like my health has improved a lot recently, and I can work tomorrow." β
Tan Mingqi sat beside her, looked at her, thought about it, and replied: "This matter will be talked about when I return to China." β
"Returning home? Am I going abroad? β
"Well, let's go to Prague."
"Why? Do you want to talk about work? I don't have a visa. β
"You don't have to worry about this, I'll take care of it. Just take you to see Kafka's hometown, didn't you also see his German some time ago? β
Yang Qianpet lowered her head, she knew that Tan Mingqi wanted to take her to relax. In Prague, Tan Mingqi chose such a city full of artistic creativity and tolerance. I don't know if it's because when I read Kafka's book again, I inadvertently poured out my praise for Prague from my mouth.
I heard that Prague was almost holding the Autumn String Festival and Jazz Festival at this time, but Yang Qianpet didn't seem to be in the mood to listen to it, and for some reason, she liked to watch the autumn leaves fall outside in her room.
Tan Mingqi has an old acquaintance to meet here, I heard that he is a well-known Chinese pianist, and I also heard that that person is an old acquaintance with Tan Mingqi's mother. And Yang Qianpet didn't want to go, Liu Zheng followed behind: "Madam, why don't we go out for a walk?" β
"Okay."
But Yang Qianpet just walked out of the room, walked into the courtyard, sat on the bench and watched the fallen leaves motionlessly. Tan Mingqi confessed that he took Yang Qianpet to look around, but he didn't expect Yang Qianpet to stop standing up when he sat down, and he didn't say a word, looking a little scary.
When Tan Mingqi came back, the sunset had already dyed the sky red, and he heard Liu Zheng say that Yang Qianpet didn't go out all day, so he sat alone in the courtyard. Picked up the blanket on the sofa and walked out, gently draped it over her shoulder: "Why didn't you go out for a walk?" Liu Zheng will follow you. β
"You found four people to follow me, and it can't be quiet anywhere. Actually, it's also quite beautiful, do you think Kafka saw the same sky as I saw? β
Tan Mingqi sat next to Yang Qianpet and stared at the sky with her: "It should be, let's go out for a walk." β
"Where are you going?"
"At this time, there shouldn't be so many people in Charlie Bridge, right? Let's go, how can you not take a walk on the Charles Bridge when you are visiting Prague for the first time? β
Charles Bridge, Vltava River. When he set off, the sun was still showing half of his face, and when Liu Zheng drove over, he could only see an arc of the sun. Stepping on this old bridge that has been washed by the river for 600 years, Yang Qianpet did not feel very novel.
It's just that the jugglers on the bridge make people feel a little noisy, and all kinds of vendors are leisurely waiting for business. Yang Qianpet didn't look east and west curiously, just stood by the bridge, looking at the sky that seemed to be far away but not very far, and watched it gradually change color.
The woolen shawl on her body was blown up slightly, Tan Mingqi was afraid that she would be blown by the wind, so he tried his best to block her side and look into the distance with her. The two of them looked into the distance so quietly that no one around them knew what these two people were looking at.
It was as if the time was right, and they were looking forward to growing old peacefully with each other. An hour had passed, and the people on the bridge had not yet finished, and the men with the accordions were still singing merrily.
The light of the street lamps hit the thirty statues on the side of the bridge, and their shadows were magnified and imprinted on the bridge deck, which seemed a little mysterious in the haze. Yang Qianpet looked at the shadow on the ground, as if he was trying to devour the yesterday that he didn't want to recall, and it also seemed to be covering Yang Qianpet's eyes, preventing her from seeing the tomorrow she didn't know anything about.
A cold wind blew on the river, Yang Qianpet couldn't help but shiver, Tan Mingqi hugged her tightly: "Let's go back and rest." β
"Okay."
In the car, Yang Qianpet fell asleep leaning on Tan Mingqi, obviously not doing anything, but still feeling so tired. Although she was still smiling like that, it still made Tan Mingqi feel that her whole person was lifeless. What can I do to restore her to her former freshness?
The next day, the two of them did not go to the theater and gallery mentioned by Yang Qianpet before, but sat under the arcade of the old city square and drank coffee for a day. The people who came and went were full of curiosity about this good-looking Asian woman, wondering why there was a faint sadness on her face.
She smiled indifferently, these people of different nationalities had to sigh that this oriental woman was beautiful to the bones.
And the man next to her doesn't seem to like such appreciative glances. It's like a wealthy merchant who gets a mysterious famous painting, and doesn't want to be coveted or share the beauty of the painting with others.
A little boy with blond hair and blue eyes accidentally dropped the small glass bead in his hand on the ground and rolled to Yang Qianpet's feet. Yang Qianpet picked up the beads and sent them to the little boy who hurriedly ran over, and the little boy exclaimed, "OhGod!"
Looking at his appearance, Yang Qianpet suddenly laughed, the kind from the heart, not the kind of smile that is meant to pretend to tell others that 'he is very good'.
The boy whispered, "Thankyou."
Yang Qianpet just gave him a smile back, and then heard him say again: "Youaresopretty!"
I saw Yang Qianpet smile again, and gave him one back: "Thankyou, littlehandsomeboy."
Not far away, a voice rang out: "Kevin!"
βHey! I`mhere! Mom!β Just watched the little boy run in the direction of his mother, Yang Qianpet stared at the direction of the little boy's departure, and the smile on his face did not disperse for a long time.
Tan Mingqi saw it in his eyes, both happy and worried. Happily, she finally smiled from her heart, but what made her happy was a child, Tan Mingqi couldn't help but become worried again.
On the day he planned to go back, Tan Mingqi repeatedly confirmed with Yang Qianzhong: "Is there really no place you want to visit?" If there were, we would have stayed here for a few more days. β
"Nope." She replied with a smile: "For me, the meaning of travel is not how many places I visit, but how many places I have lived here for a while and experienced a different living environment. Moreover, let's hang around for a few more days, Mu Lin should leave, right? β
In fact, Yang Qianpet is not just thinking about Tan Mulin, but thinking about Sun Xiaolei, I don't know what kind of expression Sun Xiaolei will have when she sees herself in the company at this moment, and why did she help Hao Jingyu lead her to the river.
Back at Tan's house, everyone at the table was eating quietly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Zhang Jiaming was also sitting at the dinner table, and when he saw Tan Mulin throw away the chopsticks in his hand, he asked, "Who cooked today?" β
"It's ...... me"
"Is this something for people to eat?" The nanny who was cooking stood aside and didn't dare to speak, Tan Mulin glared at her: "I'll ask you!" What are you laughing at?! β
"I ...... I didn't laugh. β
Yang Qianpet held the bowl and looked at Tan Mulin, who was so abnormal, a little stunned. I heard Tan Mulin shouting again: "Get out!" β
The people at the table didn't seem to be surprised, Zhang Jiaming looked at her: "What do you want to eat?" I'll do it. β
looked at Tan Mulin and took a deep breath: "No need, I'm going to rest, you eat slowly." β
Then she got off the table and left, Yang Qianpet bit her chopsticks and was a little at a loss, so she saw that Old Man Tan said extremely calmly: "Continue eating." β
heard about Tan Mulin from Tan Mingqi's mouth, and Yang Qianpet thought that Tan Mulin was really getting better. I never thought she would become so moody.
Back in Tan Mingqi's room, Yang Qianpet couldn't help but ask, "Is Mu Lin really okay?" β
"Compared to the previous few days, it is already a lot better."
"Her current mood, I don't dare to go up and talk to her."
"Of course she won't do anything to you, if you want, go to her room."
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qianpet went downstairs to cut some fruit, ready to knock on the door of Tan Mulin's room.