Thousands of years

Chapter 7

'Your father will definitely cook porridge for you, remember to warm it up before drinking.If you have a cold, you probably can’t eat anything else. Even if you can eat, don’t order takeaway food. Eat less when you have a cold, and you will get better soon. '

Tossing and tossing until the early morning last night, it was already afternoon when An Ji woke up.As soon as he got up, he saw the note pressed under the cold medicine—it was specially written for his daughter by He Yanqing before he left home.

Seeing the school name printed on the note, An Ji was stunned for a long time before putting the note into the bedside table.There are already a lot of sticky notes piled up in the bedside table, all of which An Ji bought in school before graduation.

Standing up to go to the hot water, my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up, and my head was still groggy.

After drinking the medicine, An Ji moved to the kitchen when his mind cleared up, and saw a bowl of white rice porridge on the dining table.In the small pot next to it... is still white rice porridge.

Remembering that her father always said in the book that rice porridge is the one that warms the stomach and nourishes the stomach, and that he often quarreled with his mother because of cooking porridge, An Ji's eyes were full of smiles.

There was a special rattling sound from the father's key chain outside the gate. There were many very old keys on it. An Ji felt that since he could remember, the doors of the house had been changed two or three times, but those keys had never changed from his father's keys. Absent from the chain.

"Ji'er, are you awake?"

"Haven't you had the porridge yet?" Seeing that her daughter was about to get up, An Jianing hurried to stop her, "Don't move, Dad will warm it up for you."

"Yeah." After the fever, every part of his body hurts, and he walks like he is walking on cotton. If his father hadn't been working all day and couldn't bear to trouble him, An Ji really didn't want to move.

When the porridge was ready, An Jianing filled a bowl and put it in front of An Ji. He reached out and touched his daughter's forehead, "It's not burning anymore, do you feel better? After finishing the porridge, Dad has something to talk to you about."

"Ah."

Hangzhou in summer is still hot and tight even in the evening.The father and daughter sat on a bench in the community, not far away were the old people who gathered together to enjoy the shade and chat with each other...

"Your mother didn't specifically compete with you, she also has her own difficulties." The daughter was sitting next to her, An Jianing didn't smoke, she just stared at the orange-red cloud in the sky for a long time before speaking slowly.

If it weren't for the consideration that her daughter had just recovered from her fever and her body was so weak, An Jianing might not have opened her mouth until now—a lot of things have been buried in her heart for a long time. secret.

"You may not know that back then, your father and I gave up the opportunities we instinctively had because of our impulsive dreams." An Jianing habitually fumbled for the cigarette case in his pocket, only then remembered that he had left the cigarettes upstairs a long time ago. superior.

In fact, An Ji knew it. When I was a child, I went to the balcony to search for it. When I saw the photo frame covered by flannelette, I almost broke it.Only when I grew up did I realize that it should be my father's dream when he was young...

But An Ji didn't say anything, and just let An Jianing, the father, continue to talk, and he didn't know who was speaking his heart: "If it wasn't like this, our family's life would be much better than it is now."

"So your mother is also afraid that you won't be able to bear the blow. You are weak. If something happens, what will your mother and I do?"

The twilight of Tianjie meets the nebula, and the wind of thousands of miles blows the rhyme of lotus.The father and daughter sat there silently, until the wind from the West Lake on the tip of their noses was completely replaced by the twilight, An Jianing finally couldn't help but speak again.

"Girl, do you think the stars in the sky look good?" An Jianing pointed at the Changgeng star that first climbed into the moon sky when the evening star greeted him.

I remember that when I was a child, my father always pointed to this star and told me stories. Even after so many years, An Ji can still recognize this star at a glance.

An Ji thought that his father was also trying to persuade him to give up, but this Changgeng star is hope and happiness, and this star is the future and dreams...

　Lake Breeze and Twilight were written using a difference in thermal properties such as sea and land breeze in geography.The specific heat capacity of water is large, the land is hot during the day, and the lake breeze blows, and the water cools slowly at night, and the land breeze blows.

　　Tomorrow, normally speaking, it should be the heroine's dream of entering the ancient capital of Song Dynasty~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)