You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"Much better. I want to be discharged from the hospital." Shen Jie answered easily.

"Is it really possible?" Xiao Yao was a little worried: "Can pneumonia heal so quickly?"

"The doctor said the same thing, so he suggested that I stay for two more days to observe and consolidate the results," said Shen Jie.

"The doctor is right. Let's listen to the doctor." Xiao Yao nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Gouzi, I was thinking," Shen Jie stretched out her arms and gently held Xiao Yao's arms: "Your birthday is only a few days away, we need to prepare for it and invite the people we need to invite."

"Oh, okay." Xiao Yao nodded.

"I plan to make you a three-layer cake to entertain guests." Shen Jie said happily.

"You can bake a cake?" Xiao Yao was surprised: "You can only cook instant noodles--"

"Cooking is cooking," Shen Jie interrupted him, "The art of baking is also a compulsory course in our girls' quality education."

Is this true? What on earth do you girls in high school learn every day?

"That would be great," Xiao Yao nodded and said, "Alas, it's a pity that your birthday will have to wait until next year. I really want to celebrate your birthday too."

"Would you like some oranges?" Shen Jie lay back down on the bed and reached out to take the large plastic bag from the bedside table. "Yu Luying from your family brought a lot of oranges here yesterday. Please help me eat some of them, or they will go bad."

"Isn't there a refrigerator?"

Shen Jie, like Xiao Yao, couldn't peel an apple, but at least she knew how to peel an orange. She peeled a large orange in no time, tore off half and handed it to Xiao Yao, but Xiao Yao placed his hands on the edge of the bed without moving, and only moved his face closer.

The girl glanced at him - since she had already accepted his feeding, there would be no big psychological barrier to feeding him.

Shen Jie peeled off two orange slices and stuffed them into Xiao Yao's mouth.

Even so, when Xiao Yao accidentally licked the girl's salty fingers, a blush flashed across her face.

When she fed him orange slices again, the girl's movements were closer to "feeding".

Xiao Yao took the other half of the orange from Shen Jie's hand, tore off a slice, and put it into the girl's mouth.

The two of them fed each other oranges, whispering a word or two from time to time and laughing.

"Hey, you can look for the episode of Ultraman that you missed when you were a kid because you were filling the refrigerator with water on the Internet. I'll watch it with you," Shen Jie suggested.

"Great!" Xiao Yao said happily, "I just can't remember which episode it was..."

"Just look for it one episode at a time," Shen Jie said, "Go to Canhua..."

"Hey, if only we had a phone like Tianyun's, we could watch it here."

There were only two orange slices left. Xiao Yao mustered up his courage and placed them between Shen Jie's upper and lower lips - one third in the girl's mouth and two thirds outside: "Don't move."

"?" The girl didn't react and just did as she was told.

Then, Xiao Yao turned his head sideways with lightning speed and tried to take the orange out of the girl's mouth.

failure.

Shen Jie was still 100ms faster than him.

She subconsciously covered her lips with both hands, ate the two orange halves, and stared at Xiao Yao, who had a look of regret on his face, and was stunned for three seconds.

Then, the little face fell.

Shen Jie is not someone who is obsessed with love, but that doesn't mean she has never imagined the scenario and way of losing her first kiss.

No matter what, as a girl, a sense of ceremony is always necessary.

Being "stolen" from a hospital ward for no apparent reason? That wasn't part of the plan.

Even if this person is someone you have already identified, it won’t work.

She picked up the pillow in her hand and rushed over.

After Xiao Yao hit his head with the pillow two or three times, he jumped off the bed and stepped back: "Honey, calm down. I was wrong! I was just arguing with you--"

Shen Jie didn't get out of bed, but just threw the pillow over with force.

Xiao Yao fell down and lay on the ground, motionless.

The acting looks quite similar.

The girl ignored him, turned her back and lay on her side.

……

After two or three minutes, Xiao Yao was still silent.

She sat up and turned her head away: "Still pretending? You're a grown man, are you pretending to be dead all day long?"

Xiao Yao didn't say anything, just lay there and his limbs began to twitch.

"Go on, keep acting!" Shen Jie said with a smile, "You are worthy of being a man whose goal is acting. I am optimistic about you!"

Xiao Yao's convulsions became even more violent, with white foam even coming out of the corners of his mouth.

The smile on Shen Jie's face froze.

She jumped out of bed without even putting on her slippers, rushed to Xiao Yao and hugged him.

"Nurse--!!! Nurse--!"

Sharp cries filled the entire ward.

The short-haired girl in a hospital gown ran barefoot to the door of the ward, stretched her head toward the corridor and shouted again: "Nurse!!!"

At this moment.

Dozens of kilometers away, on a suburban road.

The bus that Yu Luying was riding was speeding towards Yushan.

Spring Festival leave request

2023-01-28

I never thought about the Spring Festival, but there are people coming to my house these two days and there are so many things to do. I am helpless. Please allow me to be quiet for 1~2 days.

Chapter 96 Miss Yu Running Wildly

2023-01-31

Fifteen minutes before Xiao Yao fainted in the hospital, on Husong Highway.

The bus that Yu Luying was riding was speeding towards Yushan.

They set out from the entrance of St. Francis College after lunch. This "retreat" activity lasted for three days. In addition to her uncle Yu Bo, the team was led by another priest in his fifties, Father Yang.

At this moment, Father Yang, with his gray hair on his temples, is leading a busload of parishioners in chanting the Rosary.

Yu Luying sat by the window, holding her agate rosary, staring absentmindedly at the receding trees outside the car window, and mechanically chanting with the crowd: "… Holy Mary, Mother of God, for us sinners, we pray to God now and until we die, Amen."

This tune is adapted from Buddhist scriptures, and the scriptures are in Shanghai dialect + classical Chinese. The older generation said it was called "respectful tune" and was adapted by Jesuit missionaries who came to China for localization... Was it Matteo Ricci? I don't know, who cares.

The little girl chanted the scriptures without meaning it - especially when there were only a few young people participating in this activity, she became even less interested.

Yu Luying didn't like being respectful, and had no interest in participating in the retreat itself. She just wanted to accompany her mother. As a result, Yu Lihua had something urgent to do at school, so she could only come in the evening.

Yu Luying has always believed that she has never been a pious and zealous person.

This is probably true.

Yu Luying's maternal grandfather Yu Baolu kept a family tree, according to which the Yu family had been practicing Christianity for nearly twenty generations, and the earliest one can be traced back to the time of Xu Guangqi in the late Ming Dynasty.

Yu Luying disagrees with this, because it is hard to imagine how the family's "light of faith" was still passed down and the incense was not cut off after Emperor Kangxi banned religion.

Of course, she had no intention of really asking.

In fact, like most children of so-called old church families in this city and this era, she has always been lukewarm about her faith.

Her mother told her that Yu Luying was baptized eight days after she was born and given the name "Theresa". This name system is actually useless in this country, because half of the women in the church are called Theresa and the other half are called Mary - which fully shows how lacking imagination and creativity the old church members in this country are.

Ever since she was three years old, she naturally accepted the identity of a church member and inherited the glorious faith of her father - oh, mother.

Fast on Fridays, go to church on Sundays, recite scriptures before meals, marry the children of old church members, this and that are what should be done, and that and this are forbidden, and that's about it.

She couldn't say she was disgusted by it, but she definitely couldn't say she liked it either.

Anyway, she will try her best to comply with as much as she can.

If you ask her whether she believes it or not, she probably says yes, but she is not really particularly interested in these things. She just treats them as a lifestyle and social circle.

Therefore, she was too lazy to distinguish which of the two completely different and even opposing ideas she had been indoctrinated with at home and in school since childhood was the truth.

She still hasn't even read the Bible from beginning to end.

she doesn't care.

In fact, children of Christians like my cousin Yu Yage are a minority: generally speaking, due to the psychological effect of "convert fanaticism", this level of enthusiasm tends to occur more often in acquired converts.

Yu Luying considers herself to be an indifferent person by nature, which means that this indifference in character is not only directed towards religion.

But lately, she'd developed a, uh, not-quite-right, passion.

Regardless, it was difficult to dispel such unnecessary...thoughts.

Take the present moment for example. She was reciting the Rosary with everyone and looking at the scenery outside the car window, but her mind was not at all on the scriptures, nor on the upcoming retreat, nor on the so-called Our Lady of Yushan.

She was thinking about Xiao Yao.

She was thinking about the episode of "Ultraman" that she missed because she mischievously filled the refrigerator with tap water.

If I were to use that weird metaphor...she was just a good kid who listened to her mom and did her homework carefully.

I finished my homework, and then found out that episode of "Ultraman" had been broadcast and would never be rebroadcast again.

In fact, Yu Luying never cared about those funny helmeted weirdos - she liked "Sailor Moon", but she could empathize with the feeling of regret and sorrow.

It was as if I had experienced it myself.

In fact, there was no need to see with her own eyes the tragic scene of Xiao Yao wandering the world after Shen Jie's "death" in the hospital, as if his soul had been burned out - because she could experience Xiao Yao's "emotions" personally through symbiosis.

That tremendous grief came like a tsunami, and the girl is still frightened and dares not think about it again.

When I die, will there be anyone who will feel sad for me like Xiao Yao did that day?

Will there be? Ah, I really want to try it...

No no no, this is crazy.

Yu Luying shook her head, dispelling this absurd, fleeting thought.

Sitting next to him was his uncle Yu Bo, the most popular clergyman among young people in the entire Magic City Diocese, and also the clergyman that Bishop Jin and some old priests disliked the most.

At this moment, the young priest, who was affectionately called "Bogo" by the young people, was also reciting scriptures unconsciously, with a frown on his face, and it was unknown what he was thinking about in his mind.

"The columbarium is in front," Father Yang stood in front of the car, holding a microphone, and stood with his back to the driver like a tour guide: "We will hold a public memorial service in the columbarium first, and then go to Yushan."

As the name suggests, a columbarium is a place where the ashes of church members are stored, which is equivalent to a parish cemetery abroad.

After I die, will my body also be burned into a handful of ashes, then stuffed into a box and placed in this place, for people passing by to point fingers at me? The girl couldn't help but think.

Then, she suddenly stopped thinking.

Yu Luying was sitting in a high-back seat and wearing a seat belt, so her initial body spasms and twitches did not attract the attention of others.

By the time Yu Bo noticed something was wrong with his niece, she had already started foaming at the mouth.

There was panic and commotion in the car.

"Master Zheng," Father Yang turned to the driver and said, "Do you know the nearest hospital? Let's drive directly there!"

"Okay," the driver said, "The nearest one should be the South Campus. We'll be there soon."

"Let's go to the South Hospital! Father Yu, call the hospital and let them be prepared." Father Yang made a prompt decision.

"Wait a minute!" Yu Bo stuffed a handkerchief into Yu Luying's mouth, observed for a while, stood up, and discussed with Father Yang: "Can we turn around and go back to the city hospital?"

Father Yang frowned. "Well, I know the conditions in the hospital here may not be as good as those in the city, but we don't have a doctor on board and the car is slow, so we should send him to the nearest hospital for examination. If the South Hospital can't handle it, it won't be too late to send him to the city by ambulance."

"No, I can't take this risk and can't move forward." Yu Bo's attitude was firm.

"What's your attitude? I know she is your niece, but that doesn't mean we don't care about her life or death." Father Yang's face turned red with anger.

"She has epilepsy, right? Any ordinary hospital can handle it, Father Yu..." The old ladies in the car also began to have doubts.

"Or let us get off the car. We can't risk going any further." Yu Bo stretched out his hand and lifted Yu Luying up.