Sunlight streamed into the ward through the glass. The green plants and glass ornaments on the long table glowed faintly. In front of a row of elegant white leather sofas, lilies in a vase emitted a faint fragrance. Two nurses walked back and forth, and there was no sound on the thick carpet.
Lying on the soft and clean hospital bed, Zhang Moyan had just woken up, her eyes were sleepy, and the sky blue hospital gown made her skin look clear and fair.
The bedside phone rang, and she stretched out her hand to grab it. A nurse quickly ran over and handed the phone to her.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." The nurse considerately helped her raise the bed a little.
The caller ID on the phone showed "Mom". Zhang Moyan made a gesture to the nurse to keep quiet and answered the call.
"mom?"
"Doudou," Huang Qin's mother's voice came nervously, "Why didn't you call home last night?"
Zhang Moyan then remembered that she had missed the phone call she was supposed to make every day. She mumbled casually, "Yesterday... I was working on a very important manuscript. It was too late to finish it. I thought you guys were asleep, so I didn't call."
"Oh, I see," Huang Qin said in a tired voice, "Your grandma had a relapse of high blood pressure yesterday. I was busy all day and only remembered this morning that you didn't call me yesterday. Don't do that next time, okay? No matter how late it is, you have to call me to let me know you're safe. I'm worried about you living alone!"
"Yes," Zhang Moyan agreed meekly, "I'll definitely give you a beating every day from now on. Mom, is grandma okay?"
"It's an old ailment, but it's healed now. By the way, I'll take some time to visit you this weekend."
"No, no," Zhang Moyan was startled and quickly evaded the question, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow!"
"A business trip? Where are you going this time, and how long will you be gone?"
"Go to Guangzhou! About a week... Mom, I'll go back to see you when I get back from my business trip." Zhang Moyan has always felt guilty when telling lies since she was a child, and she spoke haltingly.
Fortunately, Huang Qin didn't hear through the phone: "Will you and Liming come back together next week? I haven't seen him in a long time. Tell him to come and see Mama Huang. Mama Huang will make him his favorite sweet and sour pork!"
Huang Qin's enthusiasm made Zhang Moyan's heart tremble. She and Liming... should they be considered broken up? She hadn't been dating Liming for long, but Liming was a decent and easygoing person who pleased her parents. Zhang Feng and Huang Qin had already decided on him as their son-in-law.
Zhang Moyan couldn't imagine what would happen if her parents knew that they had broken up.
Let’s put it off for a day!
"Li, Liming?" Zhang Moyan felt extremely guilty: "He seems to be quite busy recently, why don't I make an appointment?"
Zhang Moyan wanted to slap herself twice! What kind of appointment was that? How did she make it?
How could you say something like "Let's have a look" when you clearly didn't think so?
Huang Qin was really excited when she heard this: "Okay, okay, just tell him that Huang's mother missed him so much, he will definitely come! And Doudou, we're out of the shrimp paste you bought online last time. Why don't you order two more bottles? Li Ming said that my fried water spinach was especially delicious last time, so I fried it with this paste!"
Her mother's joy made Zhang Moyan want to tell the truth for a moment, but she was not sure whether her mother had the psychological endurance to accept such bad news.
After all, she had been single for 25 years before she finally found a partner, and this partner was from a good family, and her whole family liked him very much.
If she told the truth now, her parents would definitely come over and ask her everything, and then the fact that she was in the hospital would be exposed. With her mother's petty personality, there would be chaos in the world.
She decided to leave it at that for now and asked seriously, "Is it the one with the yellow lid from Thailand?"
…
What followed was a chat about family matters.
Huang Qin became increasingly talkative during menopause. After retiring from her job last year, she suddenly lost her sense of community. The women she associated with were all younger than her and still striving for socialism, so she began to treat her only daughter, Zhang Moyan, as a confidant. She would call her daily, eager to tell her everything, no matter how big or small.
After finally ending the call, Zhang Moyan let out a long sigh.
In the second half of last year, my grandparents had nowhere to live due to house relocation, so they moved into her house.
The old couple are very typical of Shenhai, typical of old people who are very Westernized. They don't have the slightest sense of being dependent on others. As soon as they arrived, they emphasized that they should sleep in separate rooms, and maintaining personal space is good for physical and mental health, saying that this is the latest research in the United States.
As a result, Zhang Moyan's three-bedroom house of more than 100 square meters was not enough.
Fortunately, Zhang Moyan's family had a small house of 53 square meters in the new district, which was close to her workplace, so she moved out.
Although the phone call was over, Huang Qin's instructions to her to take Li Ming home were still lingering in her ears.
Zhang Moyan slid her phone to WeChat with a bit of annoyance. There were many unread messages marked in red on the interface. She glanced at it and found that most of them were messy push notifications.
She ignored all that for the moment, sliding her index finger upwards until she saw Dawn's name.
The conversation still stopped at the last sentence she sent to him.
Who can tell her if she and Leon Lai have broken up?
Don’t breakups in TV dramas usually involve at least a farewell dinner, followed by saying “I hope you meet the right person” to each other by the bridge or river in the cool breeze?
Why don’t they have any?
Zhang Moyan struggled internally for a moment before typing a few words: [Something happened to me yesterday and I was hospitalized.]
So pretentious!
She deleted and rewrote: [Are you busy? ]
Feeling a bit flirty.
Deleted again.
【Why don’t you reply my message? 】
Er Bu Deng.
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