Chapter 59 He changed his hairstyle and looked like a handsome man
She got up early because she was going to visit Qin Yunjie in the afternoon. She planned to go to the supermarket to buy some morning vegetables, make a few side dishes, and boil some soup to take to the hospital. When she arrived at the supermarket, Tang Zhixu sent a message saying that he had arrived. She was surprised. Based on her understanding of him, getting up at 11 o'clock on weekends was considered early. She said she was buying vegetables at the supermarket, and he said he would come too. When she saw Tang Zhixu, she almost didn't recognize him. He changed his hairstyle and wore a simple white T-shirt, looking as refreshing as a college boy.
"Haircut?"
"How is it?" He picked up a bag of rice and put it into her shopping cart.
She was shocked and said, "I rarely cook. How long will it take to eat this?"
He took out the rice and put a few tomatoes in.
Qin Tian was speechless. He went to grab a bag and put the tomatoes in it.
"You have to weigh them, not buy them individually," she explained. "You've never been to a supermarket, have you?"
He really never goes shopping. For him, the convenience store downstairs and takeout are enough.
"Are you going to cook lunch?" he asked for confirmation.
"Yeah, what do you want to eat? I'll buy some for you too." We have to cook it too, so why not take him along too?
He looked at her suspiciously. In all the years he had known her, he had never seen her cook.
"Can you cook? Will you end up in the hospital if you eat this?"
"Eat it if you want." It was rare for her to cook, and he was still suspicious.
He took the shopping cart and started pushing it: "Who said I don't want to eat anymore?"
When she finally checked out, her shopping cart was piled high with all his favorite ingredients thrown in. It turned out she wasn't going to cook lunch, but a full banquet.
As soon as she got home, she started working, and he wasn't idle either, helping her. But his common sense was very limited, and he didn't know how to do anything except washing rice and soaking vegetables.
"After dinner, I'm going to the hospital to see my dad," she said as she cut a tomato. "He's in the Alzheimer's trial group now."
"Oh, is everything going well?" he asked while washing the rice.
She stopped and it was indeed him.
"How come I didn't know you had medical resources? How did you manage it?"
"How can I tell you everything? I'll take you to see your dad this afternoon."
She cooked four dishes and a soup, packed up the ones for Qin Yunjie first, and Tang Zhixu brought the rest to the table, and the two of them had lunch together.
Qin Tian's cooking skills cannot be said to be very good, but at least it is edible. Deng Lao said that he had lost a lot, but he felt that he had not lost anything. He bid farewell to a painting, and bid farewell to an afternoon when the autumn wind suddenly blew, and he was determined to entrust his future to time. In return, he was in another early autumn. He was at the house of the girl he liked, chatting, making lunch with her, and eating the food she cooked. This was a brand new picture, a picture he had never imagined, but it was better than he imagined. Qin Tian was right, he had become earthy, his flowering period was numbered, and the dull life that he once disdained and avoided, day and night, now seemed like the Peach Blossom Spring, attracting him to abandon the boat and move forward alone, as long as the person at the end of the road was her.
It was a weekday, Monday, and neither Tong Zhongyuan nor Tang Zhixu showed up. Tong Zhongyuan had gone to the hospital to get a Holter monitor installed. Afterward, the doctor told him to just move around as normal, so the data would be more objective. His fingers hadn't healed yet, and he couldn't hold tools for the time being, so going to the museum was pointless. But besides work, he didn't know what else he could do here. Finally, he remembered He Wu's instructions last time and decided to visit his mother in Shanghai.
Seeing him so excited, his wife asked him why he didn't come over one weekend so she could invite his cousin along. Then she peppered him with questions about his personal life, whether he had a girlfriend, and when he planned to start a family. She even suggested asking his cousin to introduce him to a girlfriend. He'd anticipated this, which was why he'd been dragging his feet.
He sat for over an hour, then decided he'd done his homework and was ready to leave. The Empress and her uncle insisted he stay for lunch, and he couldn't refuse. During lunch, the Empress asked when he would be leaving. He realized his work schedule had been slower than he'd expected, and that even if he hurried, it would still delay his departure by about two weeks.
The Empress suggested they celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day together. Tong Zhongyuan declined, saying he had to work overtime. The Empress said they had to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together anyway, and she wouldn't let him spend it alone in Shanghai. Tong Zhongyuan couldn't refuse, so he agreed for now and would find an excuse to postpone it later.
After finally finishing his meal, Tong Zhongyuan returned to the hotel and took off his shirt, thinking he had finally completed his mission. If there were any sequelae to his heart, today's drinking and drinking would surely reveal them.
Tang Zhixu took a day off. He wasn't here because he was in a flow moment. He'd been inspired to paint Peach Blossom Spring yesterday when he got home. The subject isn't new, and there are many outstanding works, held in museums both domestically and internationally. But he has his own understanding and expression of it. Peach Blossom Spring paintings are typically large, and he didn't want to miss out on this moment of flow, so he took a day off.
Qin Tian took a closer look in the morning and felt relieved when he found that Tong Zhongyuan had not come. He thought that he had not missed his appointment at the hospital.
The next day, Tang Zhixu took another day off to continue painting. Tong Zhongyuan returned the Holter monitor early in the morning. The doctor said he could check the results on his phone and that if they were normal, there would be no need for a follow-up visit.
He was probably used to being busy, and after finishing lunch alone, it was too much to bear, so he went to the museum. Upon entering, he saw Qin Tian and Song Suiyang chatting in the cafe. His gaze lingered on her, moving from far away to near. As if suddenly sensing something, she turned her head and glanced over, her glass-like eyes meeting his.
He paused, then continued walking calmly. Her eyes followed his figure, and she slowly turned her head. She didn't hear what Song Suiyang was saying. Was his hand wound better? Was the Holter report out? Why did he come to the hospital? Was he trying to be brave?
Song Suiyang was talking about the exciting part when she saw Qin Tian didn't respond. She followed her gaze and saw Tong Zhongyuan's back.
"Huh? Didn't you say he injured his hand? Why is he here at work again?"
Qin Tian came back to his senses and continued, "Yeah, keep an eye on him this afternoon and don't let him work."
Song Suiyang had a strange feeling. Tong Zhongyuan's hand was injured because he was helping her remove the rust. Shouldn't Qin Tian take care of it himself? Why did he let her be his mouthpiece? Could it be that there was something going on between these two?
Song Suiyang returned to the restoration room, full of suspicion, and found Tong Zhongyuan sitting in a chair with his hands in his earphones, lost in thought. She walked over and said, "Teacher Tong, is your hand feeling better?"
Tong Zhongyuan took off his headphones and said, "Much better. Thank you for your concern."
Song Suiyang nodded and was about to leave when Tong Zhongyuan suddenly asked, "Have you finished repairing the purple clay teapot?"
"The spout and handle haven't been put together yet. Those two angles are quite difficult."
Tong Zhongyuan stood up and dragged the chair to her repair table.
"You fix the spout this afternoon, and I'll watch from the side."
Song Suiyang couldn't believe it. Did she understand correctly? Did he mean "watch from the side" in the way she understood? The kind of teacher-led teaching, one-on-one.
Her understanding proved correct. Tong Zhongyuan spent the entire afternoon watching her steps and movements, reminding her, correcting her, and explaining the key points. Xu Zhongyi and Dai Lihua were also stunned. They whispered to each other over a cigarette break, arguing that the younger girl still had the advantage.
She worked on it until the end of her shift, and the spout had been reattached, more perfectly than any other repair she had done. Tong Zhongyuan stood up, took it in his hand, looked at it, and put it back.
Song Suiyang looked at him eagerly, hoping to hear a word or two of comment from him, preferably praise.
"Come earlier tomorrow." Tong Zhongyuan said.
Song Suiyang was surprised and happy. It seemed that Tong Zhongyuan would continue to guide her to repair the handle part tomorrow.
Tong Zhongyuan cast his gaze on his own restoration table: "Come and repair the Qing Dynasty Ink Bamboo Bowl tomorrow. I'll watch."
Song Suiyang's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She tried hard to make herself say something, but no sound came out.
Tong Zhongyuan knew what she wanted to say, and he said nonchalantly, "If it breaks, I'll fix it."
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