Chapter 1179

Sometimes knowing your last time is actually a very complicated thing, but the best attitude is to face it calmly.

I think Pei Feng told me that he just wanted me to have such a state of mind, and he is a doctor. He knows his own body like the back of his hand.

But this night, I couldn't sleep anyway, and my head hurt. I turned off the light, faced the darkness and thought about a mess. Did I hate it before, so my mother said that my father beat me, so he gave birth to another daughter. Was there anything happy before me, and did I have a secret love.

I hate black, but if the light is on and my mother sees that I'm not sleeping, she will worry. I don't want her to worry about me, but her health is not good.

When the curtain was opened, the moonlight outside shone gently into the dark room, and the bright silver plate walked through the thick dark clouds.

Time is like this day after day, and the moonlight is day after day. It has not changed or faded for thousands of years. If it lives for a long time, will it be tired? How many life and death cycles has it seen? Will it be lonely?

In these Limited days, it's a pity if I'm worried all day. I don't want to be like this at all, and I don't want my mother to worry about me.

Fast sleep, fast eyes, poor health, I am so comforting myself, but I can't sleep. I look at the moon more and more beautiful and brighter.

In the distance of the sky, it's already misty white. I watched my youngest night flow away like this. I don't think about it. What can I do if I think about it? What's the best? I don't know. Go with fate, go with God. As long as I have a happy day, so many people will be happy. At least I hate crying every day. That doesn't change anything.

Sleepy, fell asleep slowly on the table.

No one will quarrel with me. My mother let me sleep until what time I like. Anyway, I will look for food when I am hungry, and she will give me hot, fresh and delicious food whenever I look for food.

It was the sound of rain beating Bajiao leaves, like a dream. Listening, I woke up. The wind and rain outside were heavy, and the wind brought waves of rain.

Under the window is a banana tree with green leaves. Raindrops hit it like a song.

It rained. It was still a good night last night. It was as clear as lighting up the world. When I woke up, I said it would change.

I got up sleepily, opened the curtain of the terrace, opened the glass door and saw a vase with several fresh lotus flowers in it. But the rain was a little pathetic, and there was a note on the green stem.

Grab a look, the handwriting on it is a little blurred by the rain, and the paper will be soaked and rotten.

Your favorite flower.

I recognized these words and smiled. Pei Feng must have picked them for me, but I don't know when it rained. He didn't wake me up.

I was a little hungry and went down after washing. The wind and rain outside was getting stronger and stronger, while my mother sat on the sofa knitting a sweater. It was quiet like a painting. The open light was very warm and warm in my heart.

"Mom." I called softly.

She raised her head and looked at me gently: "Xiaomi, you wake up. Mom stewed you with taro spare ribs porridge. I'll bring you some."

"Mom, no, I'll take it myself. Have you eaten, mom?"

"I ate it early."

I smiled, stuck out my tongue and said shyly, "I went to bed too late again, mom, when did the rain fall? I don't know."

"It's better to sleep soundly and your body will be better. It's raining. It began to rain just at dawn. I thought it would only rain for a while. Unexpectedly, it's getting bigger and bigger now. But it's all right. Mom has closed the doors and windows. The house is also very stable. Don't worry."

I brought porridge out and ate: "Mom, where's Peifeng? Has he got up for breakfast?"

The porridge made by my mother is really delicious. The taro is fragrant and waxy, and the ribs are also very tender and delicious.

I don't think the best hotel dishes can compare with those made by my mother. This is probably the taste of my mother. Maybe I lost my memory and thought that I was very dependent on my mother.

"He got up early, but he ran back after going out for a while. It was windy and told him not to go out. When he came back, his umbrella was blown away and his body was wet. He came back with some lotus flowers. I told him to take a hot bath and eat something, but he didn't come down. I was afraid he would catch a cold or worry. He was resting. The child Ah, why does he like lotus so much? He has to pick it in case of strong wind and heavy rain. He said about today's wind and rain. I'm not sure he won't see it tomorrow. "

I think of the lotus on the terrace. Maybe this is the last one left this year. After the storm, I don't know how embarrassed the lotus pond is. The few lotus left will be mutilated.

The Mid Autumn Festival in Beijing is already cold.

"Mom, why don't I go up and see him?"

"Well, mom made him a bowl of ginger tea. You bring it up by the way. He hasn't come down. Mom is also a little worried."

"OK." I quickly finished the porridge. Ginger tea was stewed in the small pot in the kitchen. I turned on the fire to make it hotter.

When it boils, pour it up and carry it upstairs.

"Pei Feng, Pei Feng, it's me, Xiaomi."

"Come in."

I went in and saw him lying on the table: "you didn't have breakfast. My mother is very worried."

"Nothing," he said with a smile, "I'm not hungry."

"Pei Feng, have you caught a cold? Your nasal sounds are thick."

He shook his head. "It's all right."

"What's all right? I can hear it. You're afraid your mother will find out and worry about you, so you didn't go to breakfast. Drink this ginger soup. My mother stewed it for you."

Put the soup on the table and see a lot of information on his table, all of which are medical.

These are really profound. I find I can't understand anything.

He said he didn't have much time, but he was still studying hard. Maybe he didn't give up when he was alive.

"Pei Feng, thank you for your lotus, but don't go out in such a big storm. Your health is not good."

"Maybe after the storm, it's not so easy to find these lotus flowers to bloom. After all, it's not the time." he was very melancholy when he said this.

"It doesn't matter. The lotus will still bloom next year."

He just smiled and didn't say anything. He drank the ginger soup in one gulp.