Feast of Flowers: 59. Courage

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Hua Jin opened the door and saw Pei Yan lying pitifully on the bed, looking at the door with watery eyes, like a helpless little puppy. Her heart instantly softened. She walked quickly to the bed and reached out to touch his forehead: "It's still a little hot. Your face looks so bad. Have you eaten anything in the morning?"

"I have no appetite, I don't want to eat." Pei Yan grabbed Hua Jin's hand, "I was dizzy and wanted to vomit, and I felt dizzy, but when I saw you, I felt much better."

"I'm still not being honest when I'm sick and saying sweet words." Hua Jin glanced at the medicine bottle. There was still one-third of the liquid in it. She sighed and looked at his hand with the needle, "I I’m going to make fruit porridge for you. You need to rest for a while.”

"Don't leave." Pei Yan grabbed her hand, "Just sit here with me for a while, okay?"

Seeing him looking at her eagerly, Hua Jin sat back on the bed and straightened the corner of his quilt: "Then I'll wait until the bottle of water is finished before I go down."

"Okay." Pei Yan looked at Hua Jin's side face and put his face into her palm. "I originally planned to take you to Dr. Lin tomorrow to see and change you to another ointment. It seems that I have to wait until later." It’s been a few days.”

"I have an old problem with my knees. It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later." Hua Jin sighed, "Take good care of your own body first, then I can rest assured."

Pei Yan was not in good spirits. He managed to talk to Hua Jin for a while and then fell into a drowsy sleep. Hua Jin stood up and touched his forehead, a thin layer of sweat appeared on it.

Sweating is a good thing, the fever should subside soon.

Going downstairs and asking the doctor to change the medicine for Pei Yan, Hua Jin asked the maid to take her to the kitchen. The kitchen of Pei Yan's family is very large and has all the kitchen utensils, some of which Hua Jin has never even seen before.

There was a chef making soup in the kitchen. When he saw her coming in, he was a little surprised at first, but then he smiled when he found out that the maid was accompanying her.

Hua Jin's cooking skills are not very good, but she has been learning to wash and cook since she was a child, and she can at least reach the level of normal home cooking. Perhaps because she had to cook every day as a child and was scolded if she couldn't do it well, after she came to this city and lived alone, she became less keen on cooking.

The living conditions were not good when she was a child. She had a bad appetite after catching a cold and having a fever. If it happened to be the fruit harvest season, her grandmother would cook for her with rock sugar and fruit. She would eat it in her mouth, and it would be full of sweetness.

When I was young, the sweetness of rock sugar could penetrate my heart. Even if more than ten years have passed, I will never forget it.

After preparing the ingredients for the fruit porridge, Hua Jin began to cook the porridge slowly in a casserole. When adding the fruits later, she asked the chef: "Is there any sugar in the kitchen?"

"Sugar?" The chef was stunned for a moment and helped Hua Jin find several jars, each jar containing different sugars. "There is some, but Mr. Pei doesn't like food that is too sweet."

"I understand, thank you for letting me know." Hua Jin scooped up a grain of rock sugar with a sugar spoon and dropped it into the bubbling porridge. Bingtang was quickly submerged in the porridge and soup, and could no longer be seen.

Using a wooden spoon to gently stir the porridge in the casserole, Hua Jin turned down the heat to a minimum: "In ten minutes, please help me turn off the heat. I'll go upstairs and take a look."

"Okay." The chef agreed quickly. After Hua Jin left, he looked at the rock sugar jar in confusion. He just added one rock sugar. Why was this lady's expression so solemn, as if she had finally completed the final task? Important steps?

Hua Jin returned upstairs and saw that Pei Yan hadn't woken up yet. She found a dry towel and patted Pei Yan, "Your pajamas are wet with sweat. I'll use a towel to protect you."

Pei Yan sat up in a daze, let Hua Jin stuff the towel on his back, and then continued to sleep while holding Hua Jin's hand.

After the fever subsided, his face finally stopped being red, but became a bit unhealthy pale. Hua Jin sat with him for a while. When the doctor came in to take Pei Yan's injection, Pei Yan slowly woke up again.

"Are you awake?" Hua Jin touched the top of his hair, "Do you still want to sleep a little longer?"

Pei Yan shook his head and looked at Hua Jin with a smile: "Huahua, you are still here."

"Are you disappointed to see that I'm still here?" Hua Jin helped Pei Yan hold down the hemostatic swab used to press the needle hole, "Don't move, or I'll deal with you."

Pei Yan lay down obediently and said, "I'm just so happy to see you are still here."

The doctor who was packing up needles and medicine bottles heard the conversation between the two young men. He smiled and took his medicine box down, and said to the maid: "I didn't expect that Mr. Pei was as good as a cat in front of his girlfriend. It seems like one thing is overwhelming the other."

"Then look, can these two people... make it work?" The maid looked upstairs and said in a low voice, "This is the first time Mr. Pei has brought a girl back."

"It's hard to talk about young people, but judging from Mr. Pei's attitude towards this little girl, it's pretty close." The family doctor smiled and said, "Call me if you have anything, I'll leave first."

As soon as the doctor left, the maid saw Hua Jin coming downstairs and thought she was leaving, so she immediately said: "Miss Hua, lunch has been prepared. Do you want to eat first before..."

"I'm not hungry yet. Let's bring the fruit porridge up to Pei Yan first, and then I'll come down." Hua Jin went to the kitchen and brought out the cooked fruit porridge, "You and the others can eat first, there's no need to wait. Me."

Hua Jin went upstairs with the fruit porridge and found that Pei Yan had changed into a clean top and was sitting against the head of the bed. She put the porridge aside: "It's time to eat."

"Ah." Pei Yan opened his mouth.

"Young Master Pei, you are so old that you still need to be fed." Hua Jin smiled helplessly and fed Pei Yan with a bowl, "First try to see if it suits your appetite. I haven't had this kind of porridge for several years. ”

When the porridge was in his mouth, it had a light fruity aroma and sweet and sour taste. Pei Yan nodded: "It's delicious, a unique delicacy."

Seeing Pei Yan's smiling face, Hua Jin remembered her childhood: "When I was sick in the past, what I looked forward to most was the fruit porridge cooked by my grandma. Unfortunately, the transportation was not as convenient as it is now, and my family couldn't bear to leave it for a year. Spend money to buy fruits in all seasons, and you can only eat them when they are ripe."

“There are many fruit trees at my grandma’s house, including pear trees, plum trees, peach trees, apricot trees, and citrus trees. Every time I go to my grandma’s house to play, I am the happiest.” Speaking of my childhood at my grandma’s house , a smile appeared on Hua Jin's face, "I was very naughty when I was a child. During the summer vacation, I looked for cicadas in the citrus grove at my grandma's house. I picked up the young citrus fruits that fell on the ground and dried them. Then I went to the Chinese medicine shop in the county to exchange money. Every time I earned I’m very happy when I get money.”

The bowl of fruit porridge was finished unknowingly. Pei Yan looked at the empty bowl: "I ate it all, what did you eat?"

"I'm not sick, so of course I went downstairs to eat big fish and meat." Hua Jin patted Pei Yan on the head. Pei Yan felt that her gesture was like patting a dog, "Good boy, I'll come with you after I finish eating."

Pei Yan: "..."

He should thank her for not eating lavishly in front of him.

After lunch, Pei Yan felt much better. Hua Jin watched a sweet movie with him. Suddenly, there was a strong wind outside, lightning flashed, and it looked like it was going to rain.

"Is it going to rain?" Hua Jin looked at the lightning flashing outside the window and frowned, "Pei Yan, I..."

"You just promised to have dinner with me, and now you want to break your promise?" Pei Yan suddenly looked like he was dying, "My head is so dizzy, and my whole body feels uncomfortable."

Hua Jin: "..."

A man is so shameless that he can say anything.

"I'm afraid it will rain heavily later and it will be inconvenient for me to go back."

"Then don't go back, stay here." Pei Yan approached Hua Jin, his beautiful eyes blinking, "I won't eat you, what are you afraid of?"

Hua Jin covered her chest, not only was she shameless, but she also used a honey trap. How could she resist this kind of confusion?

"I sleep alone on the second floor, and all the workers hired by my family sleep on the first floor. What if I have a fever in the middle of the night and the thunder is too loud and they don't hear me? How pitiful would it be for me to be alone and sick?" Pei Yan took Hua Jin's little hand and said, "Tonight, you will live next door to me and stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." In front of the beauty, Hua Jin, who has no bottom line, instantly threw away his armor.

"Then let's watch another movie?" Pei Yan, who was still dying and weak just now, stood up from the sofa in an instant and ran to the cabinet to look for discs.

Hua Jin: "..."

Can't you pretend to be more like it?

The phone rang. She glanced at the caller and pressed the call button: "Hello, Mr. Mark."

When Pei Yan heard the word Mark, he continued to look for discs as if nothing had happened, but the tips of his ears stood up.

Mark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the rolling dark clouds in the sky outside the window: "Miss Hua, I have a first draft of the drawing of the Luan bird. I wonder if you have time tomorrow. Let's have lunch together and discuss it in detail. It’s about embroidery."

"Tomorrow?" Hua Jin glanced at Pei Yan's hands that were rummaging around in the cabinet without any structure, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time tomorrow. If you don't mind, after dinner, we can Talk about it on video."

"Oh?" Mark's brows twitched slightly, "If I don't have time at noon tomorrow, I can also do it tomorrow night."

"I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow night. My boyfriend is sick and I have to take care of him." Hua Jin said, "If Mr. Mark has any requirements for embroidery, just mention it in the video, even if you don't treat me to dinner , I will also do my best to complete your work, so please don’t worry."

"Of course I can trust Miss Hua to do things." Hearing Hua Jin's refusal, Mark felt a little regretful that such an interesting lady was taken away by other men first, "Since it's inconvenient for you, then We will make an appointment again when we have the opportunity in the future."

After saying a few polite words to him, Hua Jin hung up the phone and looked up to see Pei Yan eavesdropping. She couldn't help but smile: "If you want to ask, just ask."

"What do you have to ask? I'm not the kind of man who has to ask his girlfriend countless times when she goes out." Pei Yan put the disc into the player and said openly, "Don't worry. , I won’t be so cautious."

Hua Jin looked at the player and said with a faint smile: "The disc is put in backwards."

A tough-talking man is really not petty at all.

After dinner, Hua Jin borrowed Pei Yan’s study room and connected with Mark to request a video conference. Pei Yan was sitting in the corner holding a book with an expression on his face: “I’m not here to listen to you, I just happen to be sitting here reading.” Just an expression.

It's stormy outside, but there's an unspeakable beauty inside. Hua Jin leaned back on the comfortable chair and glanced at Pei Yan, who was peeking over at the sofa from time to time, and couldn't help but smile.

The video was connected, and Mark saw the smile on Hua Jin’s face. He picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Miss Hua, good evening. I'm sorry, for my sake, I have to trouble you at night. ."

"You're welcome." Hua Jin suppressed her smile and adjusted her sitting posture, "I will do my best to cooperate with Mr. Mark's request regarding work matters."

Mark noticed that Hua Jin's study room was very large. On the bookshelf behind her, there were many precious books, which were not something ordinary families could have. However, he only glanced at it and withdrew his gaze: "As for the issue of Shu Brocade, I arranged for people to inquire about it. There are several weaver masters in Shu Province, but they are already old and I am afraid they cannot meet my requirements."

Machines have replaced most of the labor force, which is an inevitability of social development. As a top designer, he understands the visual effect of each piece of fabric after it is made into clothes, but he may not necessarily understand the production process of the fabric.

Hua Jin was not surprised to hear what Mark said: "The difference between machine-woven Shu brocade and manual weaving is not big, but there are some traditional weaving techniques that machines can't do yet. I don't know Mr. Mark, what effect do you want this skirt to achieve, but as an embroiderer, I still feel that only specific fabrics can achieve the best effect of embroidery on clothes."

"I wonder if the flower embroiderer can recommend a suitable weaver?" Mark knew that Hua Jin was telling the truth. He looked at Hua Jin in the video and asked, "Or, do you have a suitable purchasing channel?"

"I'm sorry, most of the fabrics I usually use are woven Shu brocade, and there are only a few artificial fabrics for expensive embroidery, but those are also made by ordinary weavers, and they can't meet that standard." Hua Jinyao He shook his head, "So I don't have a suitable purchasing channel to improve. In this regard, maybe a few embroidery masters know better than me."

"Have you ever heard of any powerful weavers here, Miss Hua?" After Mark asked this question, he found that Hua Jin's expression became a little strange.

"Before I was exposed to embroidery, I saw a very powerful weaver who could weave Sichuan brocade like cicada wings and mist." Hua Jin lowered her eyelids, "But she is not a famous master. ."

Mark was delighted when he heard this: "Where is she?"

"A remote county in Shu Province." Hua Jin curled her lips and said, "Anonymous county."

"Anonymous County?" Probably this county is so remote that Mark has never even heard of it.

"A nameless little place." Hua Jin turned around and looked at Pei Yan, who was sitting on the sofa and still peeking at her, "If Mr. Mark needs it, I would like to go there in a few days to take a look. ”

Look at the place where she once desperately escaped and never set foot again in the past eight years.

What I was unwilling to face, what I didn’t want to recall, what I was afraid of when I dreamed back at midnight, seems to be no longer so important at this moment.

She wanted to take Pei Yan to visit her grandmother's hometown and offer her a stick of incense, so that she would know that her granddaughter, who had escaped from the nightmare for eight years, finally had enough courage to face everything.

When Pei Yan saw Hua Jin turning to look at him, he grinned at her with a big smile.