MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 110

A month after An Zhi left Beicheng, Yan Xi fell ill.

At first it was just a cold, she didn't take it seriously and took some cold medicine. Then I started coughing, and I kept coughing for several days.

At night, I coughed until I couldn't sleep, groggy and dazed, and woke up again by coughing. The cool sky light came in through the gap in the curtains, she was in a trance for a while, and the room was silent.

She coughed violently again.

"Auntie..."

It seemed that An Zhi was muttering to her again.

She rarely gets sick, and once had a cough and fever, she didn't care. It was An Zhi who persuaded her and took her to the hospital.

When did that happen?

I don't remember much, I just remember An Zhi's bulging face and not being able to say heavy words.

"If you don't go to the doctor, I won't be obedient in the future," she said.

"Okay, auntie knows."

Yan Xi got out of bed, changed clothes, and drove to the hospital. Maybe it was her heart that felt that the wind in early autumn was shady.

After hanging up the outpatient clinic, the doctor saw that she had a bad cough, and asked her to take an X-ray to check her lungs. The examination was fine, and she took the medicine and went home.

back home. The kitchen was also cold, and Yan Xi didn't want to move, so he called the takeaway to bring porridge.

There is no regularity in life. In An middle and primary school, in order to take care of the children's diet, three meals, desserts and soups are sufficient. She never has to worry, and her diet is regular, so she worked overtime frequently in those years, and she has always been in good health. An Zhi knew how to cook at a very young age, but later, Yan Xi became lazy. When he got home, there would definitely be hot meals and dishes, and there would be lights and people when he got home late.

When she arrived at Anshang University, she went back to the TV station's house, ate in the cafeteria, and returned to the old house to eat on weekends. Sometime later, what they ate for a while would be photographed on WeChat to tell each other.

After Yan Yinan's wedding, they couldn't finish sending WeChat messages all day long.

Yan Xi coughed again.

Was it already started then?

No, or sooner.

much earlier.

Yan Xi ate porridge and then took medicine. Put water and cough medicine on the head of the bed, and then I was going to sleep for a while.

She thought of that kiss on a typhoon night in the countryside.

An Zhi's soft fingers were placed on her lips and kissed her across the fingers.

Such a restrained and pure kiss, full of careful love.

It was An Zhi's kiss, An Zhi's lips, her scent, her breath.

Just the thought of removing a finger and their lips touching and they kissing.

Thinking of this, Yan Xi's heart trembled and he couldn't sleep.

And the kiss that she choked on the back of her neck with tears in her eyes, hot, trembling, and full of strong emotion, which Yan Xi had never met or experienced before.

The child she slowly took care of, the child who had a rough childhood, she hoped that everything would be smooth for her, that she would be loved a lot, and that her love would be as sweet as her dimples.

She held her pure and tender heart in front of her.

Her attitude was humble and cautious, and she even thought out a way back for her.

She hurt her with her own hands.

Yan Xi's eyes became hazy, and a drop of crystal tears slowly seeped out of the corner of her eyes, and she finally fell asleep.

After taking the medicine prescribed by the hospital, Yan Xi's cough slowly got better, but it couldn't be cured. Yan Yinan couldn't stand it anymore, so he took her to the hospital again and had a full body examination.

A few days later, the inspection report came out. Yan Xi had a small tumor on the gastrointestinal wall. Fortunately, it was found early. After further inspection, it was fortunately benign.

Even so, her brothers were terrified. Because the long position is more dangerous, in order to prevent cancer, surgery is still required. When Yan Xi had the surgery, the family did not dare to let the elderly grandpa Yan know, but only told them that Yan Xi was on a business trip.

Liu Yiyi escorted her throughout the whole process, and Yan Xi felt nothing after the initial shock. She calmly asked for leave to care for her grandparents, was hospitalized, and received treatment.

Only when Liu Yiyi asked her, "Do you want to tell Anzhi?" her mood fluctuated: "Don't tell her!"

"Don't let her know!"

Repeatedly asking Liu Yiyi to assure her, Liu Yiyi had to promise her.

The operation was a success, and Yan Xi was hospitalized to recover after the operation.

She is a cooperating patient. She follows the doctor's orders, takes medicine, pays attention to her own condition, and reviews it every day.

Only the family noticed something was wrong with her, but only Liu Yiyi knew why. She seemed to have lost her energy all at once, leaving only a wooden body, and everything around her seemed to be isolated by her.

She had lost a lot of weight and looked stubborn. The family was shocked and didn't know what to do.

There is a small garden downstairs in the inpatient department of the hospital. On a cloudy day, with light rain, water vapor permeates among the green plants.

Yan Xi leaned on the bench in a trance, Liu Yiyi came over and handed her an Ipad.

Open a video and put it in front of her.

Yan Xi didn't pay attention at first, knowing that a familiar voice came from the video, "This is where I live,"

An Zhi held the camera and smiled and said, "It's the on-campushousing of the school, it's near the college, I'm very lucky, I applied for a better building, just a few people, it's a one-bedroom with its own kitchen. Bathroom and living room. Pets are also allowed.”

The camera moves along An Zhi's voice. The dormitory is new and empty, with only one desk and one bed at present. When I walked to the kitchen, it was empty, except for a microwave.

"I find the old beauty strange, boil water in the microwave hahaha. I haven't bought anything yet. I'll check if others have used furniture for sale. By the way, the school is too big, I'm afraid I have to buy another one. a bicycle."

An Zhi's face returned to the camera again, her complexion darkened a little, her eyes were bright, and her dimples were deep: "Well, that's it for now, I'm fine, you..." Her eyes flashed quickly After a little soft light, "You guys should be fine too."

Then he waved his hand, smiled, and the screen went black.

For more than a minute of video, Yan Xi watched without blinking.

Liu Yiyi looked at her and said, "She took it for you, afraid that you would worry about her, but she didn't dare to contact you. Your circle of friends hasn't been updated for a long time, and she's worried about you. I don't dare to tell her. "

Yan Xi's fingers gently stroked the screen.

Liu Yiyi stood up, patted her shoulder, left her Ipad and left.

The rain was densely rendering the whole gloomy sky, and the air was a little cool. Yan Xi couldn't help but click on the video again.

It is indeed a little darker, and it seems that I have gained a little weight, and I can speak English very well.

The corners of Yan Xi's lips twitched slightly, and his eyebrows suddenly became vivid.

Her limbs and bones felt some warmth, and she sighed slowly.

A few days later, she returned home after being re-examined and discharged from the hospital. It took three days to clean the house and asked for a long vacation from the unit.

Back to previous workouts.

On the first day of going to the gym, she posted a photo, not a selfie, but a photo of a treadmill.

"Start here."

she wrote.

After about two months of exercise, I feel that I have regained some physical strength. Yan Xi took the camera, packed some simple luggage, and flew directly from Beicheng to Lhasa.

After landing, she adapted very well, without altitude sickness, only slightly panting.

Yan Xi lives in an inn in Tianlu. There is a very old apricot tree in the inn, but before the flowering season, the branches cross the red beams, and the cold and warm are alternated.

Wake up early to watch the sunrise. At the entrance of the Jokhang Temple, there have always been people kneeling and pilgrimage all the way, their postures are pious, as if all their hopes are placed on faith.

Yan Xi is not used to the food here, there are few vegetables, and beef and mutton are not her favorite cooking methods.

The air was very dry, so she carried water and a camera with her, walking around to take pictures.

Winter is not the peak season for tourism. She watched the Potala Palace from the water and light of the musical fountain. The prayer wheel was blown by the wind, and the sound of lama chanting was faintly heard.

Entering the palace with the guide, listening to his commentary, the guide is very talented, speaks six languages, and is very good at lively scenes. I feel that this woman with a white face and a demure and elegant temperament is very special, and I can't wait to use all her skills and talents to win her a smile.

But she just smiled and nodded, as if her heart was not here, but she was listening to him, so that he would not feel left out.

He took her to the pagoda. Since the fifth Dalai Lama entered the Potala Palace, a total of 9 Dalai Lamas have died, but only 8 pagodas.

He came to a little spirit, there is no spiritual pagoda of the sixth Dalai Lama in the Potala Palace, it is Tsangyang Gyatso. Several years ago, a film by a famous director popularized Tsangyang Gyatso's poems, and many ladies were fascinated by his poetry collections.

He introduced the rough and short life of Tsangyang Gyatso, and recited his most familiar poem: "I once thought too much about hurting the holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be ruined. ."

"It is said that he fell in love with a girl. He was forced by his status and could not be emotional. His emotions failed his Dharma. He was not emotional and failed the girl. He was in a dilemma."

Sure enough, she trembled slightly, with a little sad light in her eyes, as if thinking of someone, a strand of fine hair hanging down beside her ears, exuding a heartbreaking fragile softness.

That night, Yan Xi could not sleep. The night was quiet, and she wrote this poem to the circle of friends.

She put the phone aside.

After a while, she went to open a circle of friends again, and there was a small heart under that poem.