Back to 80s, after marrying a rough guy, she has a soft body and a sweet body

Chapter 82

Dong Yanru left the hospital quietly without disturbing Qiao Mingde's mother and son.

Before she left, she told the nurses to tell Mr. Qiao to leave first when they made the rounds later.

After I went out, I didn't rush home. I found a public phone booth, called my eldest sister and told the situation here, and then said that I might not go back until a few days later.

"Okay, it's the weekend, I'll see if I have time to come and see my aunt." Dong Qiu squeezed the microphone and sighed long.

"Swallow, you have worked hard these two days, helping Mr. Qiao's mother to cook some soup. I don't think Mr. Qiao is good at cooking. Uncle Qiao is getting old and frightened, so don't make him busy. "

"I know, sister, don't worry."

I hung up my sister's phone, checked the time, and called Pei Chang again.With a resentful tone, he told Pei Chang what happened today.

"Then how is your brother doing now?"

After listening to Dong Yanru's words, Pei Chang was a little worried that she and Dadong would be involved.

"My brother is fine." Dong Yanru sighed depressedly, "I just can't figure it out, how could this happen. Teacher Qiao gave her everything, and she is still not satisfied."

Pei Chang discovered that many of Dong Yanru's thoughts were out of tune with the present.

For example, if Mr. Qiao's divorce is put on other people, including him. Mom and his sister, they will actually persuade them to make peace and not to leave.

But if Dong Yan is different, she feels that if she can't make it through, she will separate and don't have to torture each other.

Fundamentally, she did not regard divorce as a major event.

Before he left, his sister had whispered this matter to him, so that he had to think clearly before falling in love with Dong Yanru.

While listening to her rambling, Pei Chang was thinking in a mess, if the two of them quarrel in the future, they must not break up easily.

It's quite a rainy day.

After rambling for half an hour, he poured out all the depression in his heart, checked the time, and hurriedly urged Pei Chang to eat.

"Looking back, I will go to the provincial capital two days in advance, and I still need your help."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, but I want to ask you to help me make a small desk lamp, the kind that can be placed on the table. I have drawn the pictures, but I don't know a master who can do it."

Pei Chang thought for a while, and agreed without hesitation.

He has a classmate whose unit is to produce small electrical appliances, and can make any kind of flashlight, table lamp, chandelier.

"By the way, before you come to the provincial capital, remember to go to my house. My mother will bring me something for you to pick up."

"Ah?" Dong Yanru's heart was beating like a drum, "No, it's not very good, I, I'll go to your house... Well, can't my brother go?"

Pei Chang suddenly laughed.

"What are you afraid of? My mother doesn't eat people. Besides, Dadong must have come back at the last time. Can you wait for him?"

Dong Yanru puffed up his cheeks, but he was speechless to refute.

Mother Qiao woke up for a while that night, but fell asleep again after more than an hour.

Father Qiao wanted to see his wife, but Dong Xi persuaded him to go the next day.

The night before, Dong Yanru went to the vegetable market to buy freshly killed chicken and fish.

The chicken soup was stewed in the kitchen of her small suite, in an electric cooker, and it simmered all night, and the kitchen was full of fragrance the next day.

The fish are kept in the water tank in the small courtyard, and they are fished out of the water tank only after getting up in the morning, and they are alive and kicking.

She wasn't very good at killing fish, so she asked Father Dong to help with it, and packed it up for Qiao's house.

Father Qiao got up very early, and Dong Xi was still sleeping at that time, so he strolled around to buy breakfast, and went to the hospital to see his wife.

After Dong Yanru cooked the food in Qiao's kitchen and left a portion for Qiao Mingde, he and Dong Xi went to the hospital with the thermos to deliver the food.

When she arrived at the ward, Mother Qiao had already woken up, lying on the bed, talking softly to comfort her wife.

"Mr. Qiao, you and Xiaoxi go back to have a meal and rest for a while, and then come to take care of you at night. I'm fine during the day, I can help."

Qiao's father wanted to say that he just kept it, but Dong Yanru said seriously that he couldn't.

"Aunt Qiao's body needs rest. You can't let her worry about you. After eating, you stroll back, take a nap and then come to talk to Aunt Qiao. At night, wait for Teacher Qiao to come to bed with you, and you go home and have a good rest. Only when you are in good health can Auntie rest in peace, right?"

Qiao's father was stunned for a while, and then he let out an "eh" with emotion.

Just as Qiao Mingde and Dong Xi were driven back for dinner, Lin Hua and Dong Xiangdong came over again.

"My mother asked me to bring this here. She wanted to see Aunt Qiao. I told her not to come. The ward is not big, and it's not good if there are too many people."

Seeing that the food was finished, Lin Hua held Dong Yanru down, and ran to the public faucet to wash and scald the lunch box, like a bee that couldn't stop.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother had never been surrounded by so many children in their life. If it wasn't for the hospital, they would be happy.

When Lin Hua and Dong Xiangdong came over, she helped Dong Yanru bring the sketchbook.

In the afternoon, while Qiao's mother was sleeping, Dong Yanru was painting in the ward.

Qiao's mother is good at fine brushwork, and she showed her the pictures of ladies she drew, which were amazing.

As for Dong Yanru, who learned Western painting in primary school, he also studied oil painting skills in university. Later, he taught himself illustration and block painting, and became a freelance writer. He lived a chic and comfortable life.

Now that she was bored, she took out the manga head she had drawn before and drew it again.

After drawing three, Pei Chang took two.

When Qiao's father came, he saw that she was concentrating on painting, and his wife was sleeping soundly. He didn't want to disturb her, so he quietly stood behind Dong Yanru to see what she was painting.

Seeing this, the old man was happy.

"Swallow, who are you painting?"

Dong Yanru was taken aback, turned around and saw that it was Papa Qiao, and stuck out her tongue.

"It's Pei Chang. This is his appearance in the workshop, and this is his usual appearance. Do I look like this?"

Like a little girl, she leaned on Qiao's father lovingly: "Look, I also drew Xiaoxi and my brother."

Turning over the first few photos, Joe's father laughed out loud.

"It's quite similar, come on, draw me one too."

"Good."

Just as Qiao's father leaned against the bed and stroked Qiao's mother's hair, Dong Yanru drew a general position and framed it, and then began to refine it.

When Mother Qiao woke up, she saw her wife talking to Dong Yanru with a rare smile.

"Wake up, what's up, are you feeling better?"

He helped his wife to turn the head of the bed to a [-]-degree angle, and put a soft pillow on it. Father Qiao handed Dong Yan's picturesque paintings to his wife as if he was offering a treasure.

"Look, how well the swallow is drawn."

Qiao's mother has always learned orthodox Chinese painting, a style that young people like, and she has hardly seen it.

After a glance, I like it.

The main reason is that Dong Yanru took the expression of the old couple too well. It was clearly in the style of comics, but he could recognize who was in the painting at a glance.

While talking and laughing, there was a knock on the door.

Someone pushed the door open and opened his mouth to call "Mom".

(End of this chapter)