Chapter 178

In the ward, aunt Xu took Huo Zhi's hand and came slowly. Huo Zhi was already in tears after hearing it.

"Miss You should be careful not to be too sad. The ups and downs of pregnant women's emotions will affect the baby's health. I know that the young lady is suffering recently. I'm just making trouble when I say these words. However, the young lady and I have already treated you as a daughter. I'm a rude person and can't speak, but people's hearts are interlinked. The young lady is right It's all in my mind

Aunt Xu stroked Huo Zhi's hair, just like when she was a child, she was wronged and hid in aunt Xu's arms and cried. Aunt Xu also smoothed her hair in this way. Once, all her troubles were dispelled.

Choked throat, speechless, she did not think that things should be like this, aggrieved sad, sad of course still, but more than just calm a lot of excitement.

The white door was quietly pushed open. It was Xiaolan with red eyes. She walked up to her wife and said in a low voice:

"madam, the discharge procedures have been completed. Madam, let's go back!"

Huo Zhi nodded, tears still in the corner of her eyes, but she gave aunt Xu a smile, "thank you, aunt Xu, for telling me the truth."

That smile, like a cold dew of jasmine, delicate, as if the wind blowing, can be scattered.

Xishan villa.

Xiaolan came out and went in many times. Her wife always stood in front of the bedroom window in the same posture, painting and painting. Xiaolan couldn't understand the abstract painting smeared on the whole drawing board. She wanted her wife to have a rest, but she turned her back to her, as if she couldn't hear her, no, but she couldn't hear all the movements. Her wife was very upset. Xiaolan was really worried What's going on.

I can't remember how many times I've come in. Xiaolan looks at his wife's back and glances at the drawing board. Finally, she doesn't draw any more strange things.

The lines are outlined. It looks like the outline of the picture. Open mouth, Xiaolan or closed, the wife rare quiet down, she does not want to disturb the wife.

"Xiaolan, I've worked hard for you these days. Today I want to thank you. Can I buy you a cup of tea?" The sound is like coming from the deep rain lane, the words are clear, but with the taste of water.

Xiaolan hesitates for a moment, because she doesn't know the tea ceremony. When her wife says to have a cup of tea, she usually drinks tea. When her wife seldom drinks coffee, she usually drinks tea and boiled water.

"Madam, I don't understand the tea ceremony. I'll watch you drink and listen to your tea story, OK?"

Huo Zhi looked back, pale face barely had a trace of smile, butterfly like eyelashes flicker, seems to flash with tears, focus on nodding, eyelashes on the tears rolling down: "good, tell the story of tea, tell the story of life, tell the story of life like a dream."

Huo Zhi put down her brush and went out, just like a cloud, rootless and bottomless. It looked like a fog that was about to disperse.

Xiaolan is really worried that his wife is crushed by these messy things. Xiaolan doesn't hesitate any more and keeps up with Huozhi.

The study also serves as a teahouse. The fragrance of the first room is the taste of gardenia, which is light, lasting and elegant. It is father Huo Yuxiu's favorite flower, which is very light and fragrant.

"Xiaolan, gardenia is my father's favorite flavor, elegant fragrance." Huo Zhi sat at the tea table, let Xiaolan sit opposite her, "like to drink tea?" She asked again.

Xiaolan is not at ease. She is a rough woman. When she is thirsty in the countryside in summer, she can't wait to drink raw water or pick a melon to eat. Only when she comes to the city can she realize how hard it is to quench her thirst.

"Madam, Xiaolan is a country girl. She has never seen the world. She doesn't know the tea ceremony at all, and she has never drunk like this." Then he added, "I'm a rude man. I drink tea just to quench my thirst. I get a big cup to enjoy myself. This thing..."

Xiaolan looks at the tray in front of her. The delicate cup looks like a bird feeding cup. If she is thirsty and sweating, can this cup quench her thirst? But seeing that his wife's mood was not as excited as before, Xiaolan was happy. Her eyebrows were light, and she subconsciously rubbed the delicate and small cup with her thick and hard fingers. She asked, "madam, this cup is too small. I'm afraid it will break if I pinch it lightly, right?"

Huo Zhi said with a smile, "although the cup is small, it's very strong. You don't have enough strength to break it, unless she wants to break it."

"Ma'am, you tease me, where there is a good cup, the reason of breaking itself." Xiaolan deliberately exaggerates her smile. She wants to infect her wife with her own laughter and let the air in the room flow with joy.

"The fortress is most easily broken from the inside, and the teacup has feelings. When it is sad, it will really break up!"

What the wife said is so profound. The cup will break itself. Xiaolan can't understand it.

His shy face showed embarrassment. "Madam, knowledge is much. Madam is an elegant person. Therefore, people who are as elegant as Madam are different. They regard drinking tea as a kind of culture."Holding his chin in both hands, Xiaolan's fat face was full of adoration for his wife.

Huo Zhi shook his head, "in fact, it is not, at least I am not. I just let myself calm down in the process of cooking tea. Everyone has different ways to release their emotions. I can cook tea and draw. You also have your way, such as

She stopped, looked at Xiaolan, and suddenly raised her head, "let me guess, what's your way to solve your worries and troubles?"

"Well - sewing?" Xiao Lan shakes her head.

"Good food?"

Or shake your head.

"What would that be? ——”

Xiaolan smiles and is shy, "I'm afraid it will make his wife smile."

Huo Zhi through the eyes of Xiao Lan, probably guessed a 899: "running?"

Xiaolan Weileng, compared with her wife's tea tasting theory, she feels very vulgar and laughs awkwardly. "It's true that if something goes wrong, I'll run all the way. How much strength do I have? So, I'm a wild girl with no culture, a country girl. I can only use my own stupid and old-fashioned methods to solve my worries. And, ma'am, I'm very happy There are few worries. Grandma often says that I have a simple mind and developed limbs... "

"There's no need for inferiority. Running is also a great sport!" Huo Zhi suddenly envies Xiaolan. There is no trouble in her world. She is happy almost every day. Where she is like herself, she can't get out of the branches and vines.

"But, ma'am, I feel so ashamed. A girl, running all the way, is very - very embarrassed!" Xiaolan is a rough hearted girl. She has long forgotten that she is here to relieve her wife's worries. At the moment, she is just immersed in her own world. She doesn't think her running is as delicate as a girl's worries. On the contrary, she is a little tough. Compared with too much tea tasting, she feels extremely inferior.

Huo Zhi said with a smile, "it's like Sichuan people like spicy food and Cantonese people like soup. Everyone likes different tastes. All beings are equal. Running is also a great way to relieve worries "

after that, Huo Zhi began to play with the tea set.

What Xiaolan likes most is her wife's quiet appearance. She paints quietly, cooks tea quietly, and meditates quietly. She thinks her wife is so beautiful. Xiaolan is so big. She has never seen anyone more beautiful than her wife.

Looking at it, Xiaolan was dazed and crazy, and could not speak any more. She just looked at Huo Zhi's raised wrist. It was as white as jade, and the water poured down from the pot, forming a silver line into the purple clay pot.

"My father likes to drink Pu'er. When he cooks tea, he always reminds me of his father. He is kind and kind."

Say Huo Zhi's canthus moist, a drop of tears, accurately fell into the teacup, splashed a splash.