Chapter 230 Mao Mao Likes Me the Most
During the time that He's mother stayed in the hospital, Mao Mao completely became her second brother's little shadow.
Whenever Lou Heming was home, she would cling to her second brother, following him everywhere. Not only did they have to sleep together at night, but she also had to sit next to him at meals.
If Lou Heming coughs unintentionally, he will immediately hear a series of light footsteps, and Mao Mao will come running over with her short legs, her chubby little face full of concern: "Brother, are you sick?"
They had to sleep together, eat together, and even when they got new snacks, they would share them with their mother first.
If Lou Heming were to review the report again and start a conversation: "That student He's mother..."
Suddenly, even Maomao's story has to be temporarily relegated to second place.
This was the first time Lou Heming had ever received such favor from his younger sister. Every day when he came home, he couldn't wait to enjoy her closeness and the jealousy of his other brothers. Hearing a few words of concern from his sister's soft, sweet voice would make all the fatigue of the day disappear.
"I never knew that being a doctor had these benefits."
Lou Hongjian leaned back on the sofa, glancing enviously at the brother and sister on the recliner not far away. Lou Heming was holding Mao Mao and softly reading her a story about Maomao. A warm atmosphere enveloped the two siblings; they seemed incredibly close, and no one could get in.
The more he looked, the more jealous he became. He caught Old Madam Lou's cat and petted it until it howled.
“Now Mao Mao only has eyes for her second brother and doesn’t play with me anymore.”
Lou Yansui sat beside him, writing furiously, and gave a mumbled reply without looking up.
Lou Fengju stroked his chin, also looking at the brother and sister. He suddenly asked, "How many days has it been?"
"What do you mean, a few days?"
"How many days has He's mother been hospitalized?"
Lou Hongjian counted on his fingers: "Mao Mao has been sleeping with her second brother for ten consecutive days."
"Ten days, does that mean you'll be discharged soon?"
Lou Hongjian was taken aback, then overjoyed.
That's right! It's time to be discharged!
Lou Heming looked up from the story, his eyes smiling behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "She just had surgery not long ago, she needs to be observed for a few more days."
"Oh? I remember that hospital beds are in short supply, so patients are usually not allowed to stay for too long."
Lou Heming nodded gently and replied, "That's generally true. However, He's mother is in very poor health and has just undergone major surgery, which has greatly weakened her. I suggest that she stay for a while longer to observe her post-operative recovery and prevent wound infection."
Mao Mao immediately raised her little head with concern: "Brother, is Auntie alright?"
Lou Heming affectionately rubbed her head: "She's fine, but her recovery is a bit slow, so I suggest she stay in the hospital for another two weeks."
The three brothers: "..."
Lou Hongjian's eyes reddened: "Second brother, you really didn't do it on purpose?"
“Ah Hong, I still have my professional ethics,” Lou Heming said. “She just had major surgery and needs to rest. She can’t work yet, so only He comes to visit her after school every day. There are nurses in the hospital to take care of her, which will help her recover better.”
"They'll agree to let me stay in the hospital for so long?"
"They listen to the doctor very well," Lou Heming said casually. "Since they are Mao Mao's friends, I will take good care of them. Fortunately, my salary is enough to cover the costs."
Mao Mao tilted her little head up, her eyes sparkling, looking at her brother with admiration.
At this moment, her admiration for her brother was higher than the mountains and more boundless than the sea.
Lou Heming closed the fairy tale book, stood up with his little sister in his arms, and slowly walked past his brothers with his long legs.
His gentle voice came through: "Mao Mao, would you like to massage your brother's shoulders later? Your brother just had two surgeries today..."
Mao Mao immediately responded, "I'll pinch it for my brother."
"I knew Mao Mao liked Second Brother the most."
"I like my brother!"
"Are you going to sleep with your second brother again tonight?"
Yes!
The cheerful laughter gradually faded away.
The three brothers: "..."
Even Lou Yansui looked up from her manuscript.
The next day, when he saw He Mingshu at school, he couldn't help but ask with concern, "Have you been sleeping poorly lately?"
He Mingshu, sitting opposite him, was taken aback, and his expression immediately became excited.
“Lou Yansui, you…I…” He Mingshu stammered, his voice trembling with emotion, “Are you…how did you…my mother…”
"What?"
Jiang Cheng and the others gathered around: "He Mingshu, what's wrong?"
"A few days ago, I wanted to go to your stall for wontons, but I couldn't find it. Did you move to a different location?"
He Mingshu immediately shut his mouth and mumbled, "Oh, she hasn't been feeling well lately, she needs to... she needs to rest for a while."
"Not feeling well?"
"What's wrong? Have you been to the hospital?"
"Would you like me to recommend a good doctor?"
The students nearby gathered around with concern.
He Mingshu hurriedly replied, "It's nothing, nothing serious, it's all better now."
"He Mingshu, why have you started dozing off in class again lately?"
"No, no," He Mingshu shook his head repeatedly.
Lately, he has been attending classes during the day and taking care of his mother at the hospital at night, even doing his homework by her bedside. Although it's hard work, seeing his mother's health improve day by day fills him with joy.
Thinking of this, He Mingshu dealt with his classmates' concern while glancing at Lou Yansui out of the corner of his eye.
His mother's attending physician's surname was Lou, but he didn't know if it was related to his classmate Lou Yansui. He didn't dare to ask.
If it's not true, he'll seem too presumptuous; if it is...
How did Lou Yansui know that his mother was sick?
He didn't reveal a word about his family situation, not even to his closest friends; only Teacher Shen knew. According to his mother, the person who introduced them to Renji Hospital was that little girl from last time, the 'Young Lady of the Green Gang'.
Although he was just a student, he had heard of the Green Gang's reputation, and had no connection with Lou Yansui.
But one, two, were all his benefactors.
Even without his mother's illness, Lou Yansui had helped him a lot.
Seeing Lou Yansui about to leave out of the corner of his eye, He Mingshu quickly struggled out of the circle of classmates and shouted, "Lou Yansui, can I borrow your study notes?"
Lou Yansui: "Study notes?"
He Mingshu nodded vigorously: "Yes, I want to borrow the Chinese Literature Department..."
Lou Yansui: "Oh, I didn't remember that."
Everyone: "..."
These words were so enticing that everyone present, including He Mingshu, felt the mockery from the genius.
Jiang Cheng grabbed his shoulder and said resentfully, "Ah Sui, what's wrong with your brain? I've never seen you study that hard, yet you always get first place. If I could have even a little bit of your brain, my dad wouldn't be so angry every time we have an exam."
"Really?" Lou Yansui said calmly, "I think they're all quite simple."
Everyone: "..."
Jiang Cheng muttered, "Geniuses are truly detestable..."
Lou Yansui slapped away the hand that was on her shoulder, took out a blank sheet of paper from under the table, and continued writing Mao Mao's story during her spare time.
His story is serialized in the newspaper every day with 1,000 words. Although he has enough manuscripts in hand, there is also a little sister at home who is eager to update the story. Lou Yansui dares not relax for a day and has to write about Maomao and Maomao's adventures every day.
Especially during this period, Mao Mao's attention has been drawn to her second brother. If he doesn't write a few more stories about Mao Mao, he won't be able to win back Mao Mao's affection from her second brother.
Lou Yansui seized the time and wrote furiously.
Although the other students were curious, out of politeness, none of them made a point of looking at what he had written.
"Oh, right."
A boy walked over with a newspaper in his hand and waved it at the crowd: "Ah Sui, I saw your name in the newspaper."
Jiang Cheng: "What? Ah Sui is in the newspaper?"
Lou Yansui raised her head and glanced at it quickly, seeing the familiar newspaper masthead, then quickly lowered her head again and responded with a faint "Oh".
He reacted coldly, but everyone else crowded around.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be not a news report, but a children's supplement.
Lou Yansui's name was printed under a fairy tale.
"Maomao?"
Jiang Cheng took the newspaper and glanced at it. It was only 1,000 words long, and he finished reading it quickly. He exclaimed in surprise, "Eh? This story is quite interesting."
"What story?"
"Look, it's a fairy tale."
"Fairy tales? Aren't those for little kids?"
"Who says only children can read fairy tales? I've also seen this story in the newspaper; it's very interesting, and I check for updates every day. However, I had never paid attention to the author's name before."
"It really is the same name as Lou Yansui!"
This is a large newspaper, with a daily circulation of tens of thousands of copies. Some students in the class even have families that subscribe to this newspaper.
Even He Mingshu curiously leaned over.
This short story, though only 1000 words long and without any fancy words, is simple yet full of fun. After reading it, the reader is left wanting more and wants to read the sequel.
Jiang Cheng asked bluntly, "A-Sui, did you write this?"
Before Lou Yansui could answer, someone said, "It's just a coincidence of names."
“My dad also submitted articles to the newspaper, and he had very high standards! He submitted ten times, but none of them were accepted.”
"Only great writers like Professor Shen can publish articles in newspapers."
"But Lou Yansui's grades are so good. Last time, the Chinese teacher even praised his composition. Maybe it's him."
Lou Yansui replied casually, "Yes, I wrote it."
"What?!"
Everyone was taken aback!
He Mingshu quickly lowered his head and read the story again from the beginning.
Not only him, but the other students who were originally sitting in their seats in the classroom were also attracted, and everyone began to scramble for the newspaper.
"Let me see, let me see!"
"Don't grab it, everyone! Don't tear the newspaper!"
A story written by someone with the same name as a classmate is bound to be more appealing than a story written by the classmate.
Who would have thought that while I was still struggling with my Chinese composition, the story of my classmate who usually attended class with me had already been serialized in the newspaper!
As one of the students just said, this is a privilege that only great writers like Professor Shen receive!
They're all high school students, so how come one of them kept quiet and secretly did something huge?!
Jiang Cheng snatched the newspaper with lightning speed, took three steps at a time, and stepped onto his table. He held the newspaper high and said excitedly, "Don't take it, I'll read it to you!"
Lou Yansui immediately raised her head: "Don't read it!"
"I still have newspapers from a few days ago. Look, they all have stories about Lou Yansui!"
Only then did the public's curiosity finally subside.
Several newspapers were pieced together, and Mao Mao's story was passed around among her classmates.
After the initial curiosity, people were soon drawn to Maomao's story.
Jiang Cheng finished reading first, still wanting more: "A-Sui, is there more? What happens next? What's written at the end?"
Lou Yansui: "The newspaper will serialize 1,000 words every day, so you can read tomorrow's paper."
"Ah Sui, we're good friends! Couldn't you have told me beforehand?"
"no."
Jiang Cheng: "..."
He wilted for a moment, then immediately perked up again: "Ah Sui, what made you think of writing fairy tales? This isn't like you at all."
"I wrote it for my younger sister," Lou Yansui said. "She really enjoys reading the stories I write."
"Your sister?"
Those who were close to Jiang Cheng and others suddenly realized what was going on.
They had all seen Lou Yansui's younger sister at the school gate; she was a very cute little girl who often picked up A-Sui from school. However, Lou Yansui was very protective of her, not only forbidding them from speaking to her, but also not allowing them to touch a single hair on her head.
Given how much Lou Yansui dotes on his younger sister, it's not surprising that he would write a story specifically for her.
On the contrary, the other classmates who hadn't interacted much with Lou Yansui had their eyes wide open.
This is the first time they've heard that Lou Yansui has a younger sister. Listen to their conversation: A story specially written for his sister? He writes it every day?
They didn't have much contact with Lou Yansui, who was a transfer student. In less than half a semester, they only knew that he was very smart, good-looking, and seemed to come from a good family, but he was aloof and unapproachable, like a flower on a high mountain.
Of course, if you ask him for advice, he will not hesitate to answer.
But every time a question was asked, the other person would look at it coldly, giving the illusion that they were being scolded by his gaze. In comparison, He Mingshu was more approachable, and people preferred to ask him questions.
Because my younger sister likes it, I write stories for her every day?
Even those with siblings would find it difficult to go to such lengths if they were honest with themselves.
It was truly eye-opening; the previously stereotypical image suddenly came alive with life.
Lou Yansui adjusted his pen-holding posture and said casually, "My sister loves reading the stories I write. A few days ago, she even used her saved allowance to buy me a new fountain pen."
Jiang Cheng and the others immediately widened their eyes: "Oh!"
"Is this the one?! I saw it in the department store, it's so expensive."
"Our little sister is so wonderful!"
Lou Yansui shot a dagger at him: "She's my sister, not yours."
"Yes, yes, it's your sister."
"Ah Sui, are you writing a story right now? Let me see..."
Jiang Cheng and the others swarmed over.
He Mingshu glanced at Lou Yansui, who was surrounded, and then looked down at the newspaper in his hand again.
I wrote this story especially for my younger sister...
Lou Yansui is indeed a very kind and good person!
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