Jinghua Tianjiao

That week was even more torturous for Zhuo Hao. When he woke up one day, he only felt that he had a splitting headache, and it was difficult to even turn over. He didn't even know where the thermometer was, and he was in a daze. Stop looking for it and go on to sleep. Zhuo Hao fell asleep again, and he didn't know how many hours had passed before he heard someone knocking on the door.

Zhuo Hao stood up with difficulty and opened the door, but outside the house was the landlord, Uncle Sun. Seeing Zhuo Hao's state, the landlord knew that Zhuo Hao must have been tricked, and said, "Young man, are you... are you tricked?" Why are you so red? Do you have a fever?"

Zhuo Hao couldn't say anything and could only nod. The landlord immediately became nervous and said, "I asked you, why haven't I seen you kid these days? You usually come in and out. If I hadn't checked door to door, I wouldn't have known you were like this...Hurry up and measure how much you have. I'll give it to you." You report it."

Zhuo Hao shook his head, and Uncle Sun said, "No thermometer? You said you kid, you don't even know how to take care of yourself when you go out. You didn't tell me you were sick. Did you wait until you had a fever?"

Uncle Sun complained, but for nearly a week, he came over almost every day to check on Zhuo Hao. The only good thing is that after the doctors and nurses came to check Zhuo Hao, they found nothing. Just like Du Juan, it was just a cold, but his cold was much more severe than Du Juan's.

In his hazy sleep, when the familiar knock on the door rang, Zhuo Hao hurriedly opened the door, "Uncle Sun, are you here?"

Uncle Sun held a lunch box in his hand and handed it to Zhuo Hao, "I can't go out now. This is home-cooked food. If you don't mind it, just take a few bites. It's hard for everyone now. Let's get through it together."

"Uncle Sun, you took the trouble..." Zhuo Hao was moved by this Dong's simplicity. He almost didn't recognize himself. In the past, he could not tolerate anyone in his eyes, even if he was kind-hearted, he would not tolerate anyone. accept. When people are at their most vulnerable, they can often truly feel the true feelings of the world, and this is the case with Zhuo Hao. After nearly a week of care, Zhuo Hao also made up his mind about one thing: to return to Beijing.

After a week of hard work, his body gradually recovered. For him, this day was his last day in Wuhan. Uncle Sun was worried about his health and brought food again. As soon as he opened the door and saw Zhuo Hao's face glowing red, he said, "It's good soon. It's good! The body of a young man is different. He still has a good physique. Come on, Young man, this is your aunt’s pork rib soup.”

"Uncle, I'm so embarrassed... You've been taking care of me like this for a week. I... thank you." Zhuo Hao said and bowed directly to the uncle. At this time, he didn't know what words to use. Express my inner gratitude.

"It's a convenient thing. I feel relieved that you are healthy." Uncle Sun glanced at the room and saw that Zhuo Hao had packed his luggage. He asked in surprise, "What? Young man, are you leaving Wuhan? Are you going back now?”

Zhuo Hao nodded. Even though he had been reluctant to leave for a few months, it was time for him to make a decision. "Let's go home first. My parents are worried about this time." After spending the New Year with them, I will make plans to go to other places."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Sun nodded slowly, "My mother is worried after traveling thousands of miles. She really should go back and have a look. Everyone has a reason to come to this city, and everyone also has their own thoughts when leaving this city. But once you leave this road, Just don’t regret it.”

"Thank you, uncle. During this time here, I have gradually found my own direction. At least I feel comfortable. In fact, I never thought that I could make friends in this city. I found that I was wrong. Maybe from the beginning , the direction of the heart is not right."

Uncle Sun didn't quite understand what Zhuo Hao was saying. He could vaguely sense Zhuo Hao's difficulties, but instead he tried to persuade him, "My child! You are still young, and the possibilities in the future are too great. There will be many forks in life. When When walking at a fork, just ask yourself in your heart."    "Ask your heart?"

As the train was moving, a piercing whistle pulled him back from his memories. He didn't want to talk about how he said goodbye to this city, for fear of making him sad. It's just that he needs to adapt, because from now on in his life, encounters and farewells are inevitable.

Zhuo Hao chose to return to Beijing this time. There was one more thing he wanted to do, which was to repay his kindness and his father's kindness. Yao Zhan was finally punished. Zhuo Hao has always remembered this incident. His father gave a sigh of relief for himself and for Zhuo Shiji. He still remembers the breathless pleasure when he read about Yao Zhan being investigated that day. Behind the scenes, my father was silently paying for himself.

Returning to that familiar yet unfamiliar home, he lingered downstairs in the unit for a long time before going up. The password of the combination lock was still the same as before. When Zhuo Hao opened the door, a wave of heat hit his face. At this time, the heating in Beijing was heating up, and Zhuo Hao suddenly felt warm.

My parents are not at home, and I am alone in this huge house. The room was filthy. It seemed that my mother was on a business trip again, and my father never tidied up when he was home alone. The bedding on the bed in the bedroom was thrown around, and Zhuo Hao muttered, "Old man, you don't know how to take good care of yourself." After that, he got to work and started to tidy the bed.

When I got to the kitchen, I planned to boil water, but I saw that there were unwashed dishes and chopsticks in the sink. "Wow!" Zhuo Hao turned on the faucet and worked for a while until he had cleaned up every corner of the house. He looked at the time and it was almost time before his father came home.

Zhuo's father got off work as usual and listened to his father's coughing in the corridor. Zhuo Hao stepped forward to open the door, but then he heard a clear cough, followed by the sound of high heels. High heel? Who is this? Why are you with the old man? My mother usually travels across the country on business, but this old man doesn't know how to...

Zhuo Hao thought a lot in his mind for a while, and he was even more angry: Today is the wedding anniversary of his parents! Could it be possible for him? No, no, my mother never wears high heels. What on earth is this old man going to do?
  The more Zhuo Hao thought about it, the more worried he became, so he opened the door directly, startling Lao Zhuo. Lao Zhuo was surprised when he saw it, "Haohao, you... are back? When did you come back? Look! Our son is back!"

"Mom?" It was indeed his mother's voice. Zhuo Hao walked outside the door and took a look, and it turned out to be his mother! Seeing that she was wearing a pair of high heels on her feet, Zhuo Hao said, "Mom, when did you wear high heels too? Something didn't sound right to me. I thought..."

"Haohao?"

Zhuo's father immediately became sensitive, "What do you think you are, brat! What are you thinking about?"

"Oh! You are still talking to your son like this. Come on, Haohao, come in and let me take a look. Your father and I have been worried about you going to Wuhan during this period. You look thinner than when you left Beijing. There is no one on the other side. , are you not taking good care of yourself?"

Zhuo Hao replied, "Mom, no, it's fine there."