Chapter 7 Why not go to Xinghai Mengwei and return home?

'Your father will definitely cook porridge for you. Remember to heat it up before drinking it. You probably won't be able to eat anything else if you have a cold. Even if you can eat, don't order takeout or buy food. Eat less when you have a cold and you'll get better quickly.'

Last night I worked hard until early in the morning, and it was already afternoon when An Ji woke up. As soon as I got up, I saw a note under the cold medicine - He Yanqing specially wrote it to his daughter before leaving home.

Seeing the name of the school printed on the note, An Ji was stunned for a long time before putting the note into the bedside table. There were already a lot of note notes piled in the bedside table, and An Ji bought them at school before graduation.

I stood up to get hot water. My arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up, and my head was still dizzy.

After drinking the medicine, An Ji waited until his mind became clearer, then moved to the kitchen and saw a bowl of white rice porridge on the dining table. The small pot next to it... was still white rice porridge.

Remembering that his father always said in books that rice porridge is warm and nourishing to the stomach, and that he often quarreled with his mother over cooking porridge, An Ji's eyes were full of smiles.

The unique clatter of his father's key chain sounded outside the door. There were many very old keys on it. An Ji felt that as long as he could remember, the doors at home had been replaced two or three times, but those keys had never changed from his father's keys.

Absent on the chain.

"Ji'er, are you awake?"

"You haven't drunk the porridge yet?" Seeing that her daughter was about to get up, An Jianing hurriedly stopped her, "Don't move, dad will help you heat it up."

"Yeah." After the fever, everything on his body hurts, and walking felt like walking on cotton. If his father hadn't been working all day and couldn't bear to cause more trouble to his father, An Ji really wouldn't want to move.

After the porridge was hot, An Jianing filled a bowl and placed it in front of An Ji. He stretched out his hand to touch his daughter's forehead and said, "It's not burning anymore. Do you feel better? After drinking the porridge, Dad has something to talk to you about."

"Um."

In Hangzhou in the summer, it is still very hot even in the evening. The father and daughter are sitting on a bench in the community. Not far away are the old people gathering together to enjoy the cool and chatting about home affairs...

"Your mother is not specifically competing with you. She also has her own difficulties." Her daughter was sitting next to her. An Jianing did not smoke, but just stared at the orange-red clouds in the sky for a long time before speaking slowly.

If it weren't for the thought that his daughter's fever had just subsided and her body was weak and tight, An Jianing might not have spoken until now - many things have been buried in his heart for a long time. Without An Ji's revelation today, they might have become hidden in his heart forever.

secret.

"You may not know that because of our impulsive dreams, your father and I gave up the opportunity that we originally had." An Jianing habitually went to his pocket to feel for the cigarette case, and then he remembered that he had left the cigarette downstairs.

superior.

In fact, An Ji knew about it. When he was a child, he went to the balcony to look for it, and saw the photo frame covered by velvet, and almost broke it. When he grew up, he realized that it should be his father's dream when he was young...

But An Ji didn't say anything, and just let An Jianing, the father, continue to talk. I don't know who was speaking out: "If it weren't for 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 sky was filled with nebulae at dusk, and the Chinese wind blew the charm of lotus flowers. The father and daughter sat there in silence until the West Lake breeze 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 those stars in the sky are pretty?" An Jianing pointed his finger at the Chang Geng star, which was the first to climb up into the moonlit sky when the Dudian stars came to greet them.

I remember that when I was a child, my father would always point to this star and tell him stories. Even after so many years, An Ji could still recognize this star at a glance.

An Ji originally thought that his father was also persuading him to give up, but it happened that this Chang Geng star was hope and happiness, and this star was the future and dream...

Lake breeze and twilight are written using the difference in thermal properties of geography, sea and land breeze. The specific heat capacity of water is large, and the land is hot during the day, so the lake breeze blows. At night, the water cools slowly, and the land breeze blows.

Normally tomorrow would be the time when the heroine dreams of entering the ancient capital of Song Dynasty~
Chapter completed!