Chapter 786 Su Miao Extra 58
"What's wrong?" Qin Mo saw that she was staring at her phone without saying anything.
"Nothing." Su Miao put the phone back into his pocket and pretended nothing had happened.
Su Miao changed the subject without leaving a trace: "Qin Mo, are you going to work tomorrow?"
"Yes." He only asked for a week's leave. The hospital was very busy, and the week's leave he asked for was squeezed out of his pocket. He was afraid that he would not be able to rest for the next month.
"What's wrong? Do you want to go somewhere else?" Qin Mo looked at Su Miao and the villa. He roughly guessed something when Su Miao said she wanted to come here.
He had never taken the initiative to ask about Su Miao's background, but he still knew some things from the Internet. This place... was once Su Miao's home.
"Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Su Miao shook her head: "Just stand here and look." No matter how well it was preserved, it was not her former home.
In fact, when her parents died, Su Miao did not show much sadness. Many people cried and there were quarrels at the funeral. When the relatives saw that she did not cry, they scolded her for being an ungrateful person who did not even shed tears when her parents died. No one liked or wanted such an unpleasant child.
They asked her why she wasn't crying.
She didn't know either, and she couldn't cry. For a moment, she even felt that her parents were not dead, they just fell asleep, or went to another place in advance to greet her, and the three of them would meet each other eventually.
When someone returned home, eleven-year-old Su Miao curled up in a chair, holding a yellowed rabbit doll in her arms. She slept as usual. When she woke up, she was hungry. She opened her eyes and called out, "Mom, I'm hungry..."
She rubbed her burning eyes. The room was dark and quiet, and no one answered her.
It was at that moment that she felt truly sad, and she suddenly realized that she was the only one left in the world.
She rubbed her moist and sore eyes, went to the kitchen and learned how to cook from her mother. She cooked a pot of porridge. There was no refrigerator at home, so they bought and ate everything on the spot. The yellowed vegetables left at home were picked up by her mother from the stalls by others.
Su Miao washed a few vegetarian leaves and cooked a pot of soup. The soup tasted even better than her mother's.
There used to be three people at the table, then it became two, and now she is the only one left.
Even the shadows on the wall were lonely. She looked at the shadows on the wall and suddenly felt that her own shadow was quite pitiful for following someone like her.
Su Miao was spoiled at home growing up. Even when her family went bankrupt, her mother would smile and tell her, "Miao Miao, it's okay. Mom is here for you."
Having parents always gives you a sense of confidence in your heart, and you believe that even if the sky falls, there will be someone to support you and you will not be hurt.
After bankruptcy, she could no longer think about the life of having servants to take care of her. Her mother, who used to dress exquisitely and wear gold, silver and jade jewelry, cut her long hair short, took off her bracelets, and wore clothes that cost a dozen yuan from a roadside stall. Every day she did things she was not good at, such as washing clothes and cooking, but her cooking was still not tasty.
When people are hungry, they can swallow anything that tastes bad.
In Su Miao's heart, her parents are the most powerful beings in the world, and nothing can defeat them. Until one night Su Miao heard her mother crying, she secretly made up her mind to grow up well, so that she could take care of her mother and wait for her father in the future.
But before she had the chance to grow up, her parents died. She had many regrets, and the biggest regret was that in her parents' eyes, she was always the child who had not grown up.
It was Su Miao's first time cooking, and her hands were burned with blisters. She ate the hot rice porridge. She ate three bowls that night, and her stomach was bloated, her throat was blocked, and she felt nauseous, but she kept eating. Her stomach felt like a bottomless pit.
By the end of the meal, the soup was becoming saltier and saltier, and her tears couldn't stop flowing into the bowl and then into her stomach.
She wondered if her mother could eat the food she cooked, would she feel a little relieved?
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Now someone told her that her parents didn't commit suicide but were murdered, how could Su Miao not care? She should have had a father and a mother, and she could have lived a good life.
Su Miao's heart was filled with waves like a tsunami, but his face was calm.
After leaving there, he and Qin Mo returned to his home, and the two of them went to a nearby supermarket to buy some vegetables.
"Let me prepare dinner tonight." Su Miao grabbed the apron first.
"Then I'll help."
One person washes the vegetables while the other cooks. The two of them cooperate very well in cooking. The meal that used to take an hour to prepare was ready in 40 minutes today.
It was just an ordinary night. She prepared a meat dish, a vegetable dish and a soup, all home-cooked dishes. Su Miao's cooking skills did not inherit her mother's dark cooking skills.
The food looked delicious, with good color, aroma and taste. Both of them had small appetites, so Su Miao was full after eating a small bowl, and the rest was eaten by Qin Mo.
She had cooked for Song Hansheng before, but she had never felt such satisfaction. Perhaps it was because Song Hansheng never finished his meal? Or was it because he watched who was eating?
"Is there any wine at home?" Su Miao asked
"Would you like some wine?" Qin Mo stood up as he spoke.
"You have to go to work tomorrow, can you drink?"
"It's okay to drink a little. The alcohol content is not high, just like juice." Qin Mo found the wine on the wine cabinet. He rarely had wine at home. The wines were all given by others. He kept them because they had a low alcohol content.
Drinking too much can easily lead to mistakes and has many harmful effects. Besides drinking, Qin Mo also doesn't smoke.
Qin Mo opened the wine lid, poured two small glasses of wine, and placed one in front of Su Miao.
The red liquid in the transparent glass was sparkling under the light. Su Miao picked up the glass and took a sip. It tasted very good and there was indeed no taste of alcohol.
"Cheers." Su Miao picked up the wine glass.
Qin Mo felt that Su Miao was a little worried, but there was no time to think about it, and the two of them clinked glasses.
Su Miao's face would turn red when she touched alcohol. Even with that little alcohol, her face was already red. She shook the wine glass: "Qin Mo, I wish us a better future. Cheers to the future."
Qin Mo agreed with her: "Cheers to the future."
Su Miao took a big sip, her throat burning and her nose aching. She called out hoarsely, "Qin Mo."
I thought it was a very small sound and Qin Mo wouldn't hear it, but I didn't expect him to respond.
"Um."
It was also a very light sound, like a feather soothing the discomfort in my heart, or like suddenly falling into a bathtub overflowing with warm water, feeling warm and moist, unable to extricate myself.
"Qin Mo!" Su Miao shouted again and smiled at Qin Mo. She seemed to be drunk, with hazy eyes.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Qin Mo, Qin Mo, Qin Mo..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." No matter how many times Su Miao called, he would respond to her.
On one hand, there is the fantasy born out of the subconscious, and on the other hand, there is the reality that is trying to pull her out of the fantasy.
Su Miao opened her mouth, but this time no sound came out. Her heart was beating violently, as if saying, Qin Mo, I wish you a bright and prosperous future. In the name of a passerby, I wish you all the best, peace, happiness and success in everything.
"Su Miao, you will have a family." This time it was Qin Mo's turn to speak. "Doctor Su, maybe I'm not romantic enough right now, and the timing is not right, but I still can't help but ask you a question. Are you willing to go from a doctor's white coat to a white wedding dress with me? I'll marry you, will you marry me?"
He couldn't help but clench the wine glass in his hand. He was "drunk" for the first time after drinking wine, and the heat on his face wouldn't go away.
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