Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

Mrs. Ding seemed to be in a good mood today. She gave her private nurse a break and asked Sister Qiu to pick out flower pots.

Fat Ding is big. In order to prevent it from knocking over the flower pot, Ms. Qiu specially picked out a stone tool, a gray-white bowl-shaped flower pot, with the unique texture and texture of rocks, and it is heavy to hold in her hand.

Such flower pots, even if nothing is planted, are of great ornamental value when placed indoors alone.

Sister Qiu was very happy. She felt that his wife's attention to these small things was a sign that he was about to get out of the haze. She took the opportunity to suggest: "Although it is not the season for planting, there is heating in the house, and it will germinate after a few days. Do you want to plant some other seeds?" of?"

Mrs. Ding nodded indifferently, looked at the stone flowerpot, and said softly: "It's best to find several flowerpots similar to this one, with a uniform style, so that they won't look messy when placed at home."

Sister Qiu said with a smile: "There are six flower pots of this kind, none of them are exactly the same, but they are all similar in shape, only a little shorter or taller. Let me pick them out for you?"

"You don't need to pick, just bring them up." Mrs. Ding lowered her eyes, "Plant two or three pots first, and let me think about what to plant for the rest."

Sister Qiu smiled, "Alright, when Mr. comes back, just ask him what he means. I remember Mr. likes asparagus bamboo."

Mrs. Ding slightly twitched the corner of her mouth, said with a faint smile, "Then put a pot of asparagus in his study."

Sister Qiu turned and went downstairs to look for flowerpots in the storage room. There were still some flower seeds in the storage room, but it is more cost-effective to buy plants like asparagus directly. grow into.

There used to be a gardener at home, who was responsible for maintaining the green plants in the courtyard and the sun room. After Ding Na's accident, Mrs. Ding's condition worsened and her temper became colder. She thought the house was too noisy, so she resigned the cook, gardener, and driver. Leave Miss Qiu alone.

After Ding Zhaolin patiently persuaded her for a long time, Mrs. Ding compromised and accepted home cleaning services three times a week and a private nurse at home.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ding Zhaolin loves his wife who is 20 years younger.

Sister Qiu found five more stone flower pots in the storage room.

Each flowerpot weighed nearly ten kilograms after being filled with soil, and it was impossible to hold it all together. Fortunately, there was a small cart at home. She put the flowerpots on the small cart one by one, and then took the elevator to the second floor.

Pushing to Mrs. Ding's bedroom, she found that there was no one in the bedroom. Sister Qiu was stunned, turned around, walked a few steps forward, and saw Mrs. Ding sitting by the window of the study, with the cat nestled on her lap, like a thick layer. Fluffy blanket.

Sister Qiu asked with a smile on her face, "Ma'am, where is the cat grass planted for Fat Ding?"

"Just look at it." Mrs. Ding said lightly, as if she didn't care much.

Sister Qiu looked around in the study, chose a place on the display shelf, and muttered: "I'll put it here first, if it's too low, I'm afraid the fat man will dig out the soil in the pot."

The cat seemed to understand its own name, and sister Chaoqiu let out a "meow".

Sister Qiu said with a smile: "When the cat grass grows, Fat Ding can eat cat grass indoors without going outside. Now the weather is getting colder and colder."

While petting the cat slowly, Mrs. Ding said, "It likes this place, so please move the cat climbing frame and cat litter on the first floor."

"Okay." Sister Qiu nodded, turned around and went downstairs again.

When there was no one at the door, Mrs. Ding stood up with the help of the wheelchair, put her hands on the window frame, and looked down.

Directly below the window was a piece of withered and yellow turf, bald in some places, revealing dark brown soil.

She stared quietly for a while, then turned her head to look at the flower pots on the display rack.

Fat Ding stretched his waist, raised his big tail and rubbed against the hostess' legs, unaware that the hostess' face had already darkened.

She walked to the display rack, stretched out her hands towards the flower pot, and frowned slightly...

It is very heavy, even if you use all your strength, you can barely lift it a little bit, and you can't move it at all.

She took a breath, had to let go of her hands, and sat back on the wheelchair.

...this body is too weak.

She was a sick person, but she lived for a year after year, and her daughter, who was alive and vigorous, ended her life early, who could ask for an excuse for such a thing?
Mrs. Ding laughed at herself and patted her legs. Fat Ding seemed to have heard the signal, and immediately jumped onto her lap, coiled into a ball, and nestled comfortably.

She was thinking a lot, and touched the cat time and time again. The sun shone in from the window behind, and the tip of each cat hair seemed to be shining, which made her feel a little warm, and her bony fingers were almost greedy. Get stuck in cat fur.

"What a good cat..." she murmured, "You will help me, won't you?"

Ding Zhaolin's voice came from outside the door: "Why did you move this thing upstairs?"

"It's getting cold, my wife asked me to move Fat Ding's cat climbing frame and toys to the study."

Ding Zhaolin said: "That room is almost becoming a playground for Fatty."

There was a smile in his words, and he didn't mean to blame him. He didn't use that study room very much in the first place. He said that the study room was actually more like a reception room for receiving guests.

His real study is on the other side of the master bedroom, where his private collection of books, some important documents, and the safe are all there, so Ding Zhaolin doesn't care that a cat takes up his space.

Ding Zhaolin and Sister Qiu walked in one after another. Mrs. Ding let go of the cat in her arms and said casually, "I came back very early today."

"There's nothing going on in the museum recently, and I've almost finished preparing the manuscripts for several publishing houses. I still have a little work left, so it's the same at home." Ding Zhaolin held the armrest of the wheelchair and pushed her back to the room. "How do you feel today?"

"It's not bad," Mrs. Ding nodded slowly. "According to the method taught by the doctor, I walked and rested in the yard. I walked more than 1000 steps today."

"Did you eat a lot of breakfast?" Ding Zhaolin sighed, "You are too thin, you need to strengthen your nutrition."

Mrs. Ding replied with a half-smile: "It's either chicken soup or bird's nest porridge every day. It's nutritious enough."

"That's why I'm tired of eating." Ding Zhaolin turned to Sister Qiu and said, "Tomorrow, remember to change the look for your wife, or change the method."

Sister Qiu replied with a smile, "Okay."

She watched Ding Zhaolin and Mrs. Ding go back to the bedroom, and felt that the relationship between this couple was really good. Although the age gap seemed to be huge, the pace of life was surprisingly harmonious, and they never quarreled.

pity……

Sister Qiu's eyes unconsciously fell on the sleeping big cat in the room, and she sighed in her heart.

It's a pity that Miss Ding Na passed away at a young age, otherwise, what a perfect family this would be.

……

In the bedroom, Ding Zhaolin helped Mrs. Ding to bed, and went into the cloakroom to change into pajamas.

Mrs. Ding leaned on the bed and asked wearily, "Yesterday I dreamed about Nana again. When will the reward event you organized end?"

Ding Zhaolin paused slightly while changing clothes, and looked over helplessly, "...Haven't we already discussed this issue?"

He sighed deeply, walked over and held her hand in his own, "You understand me best, museums are places where culture is passed on, and I can't be infected with those vulgar and dirty rumors, that's all I can do, Only then can you wash off the dirty water on your body... Don't worry too much, it will take two more rounds at most, and the topic will change."