Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 538 Chapter 537 "Coma"

It is easy to advise people to "remain calm in times of crisis", but not everyone can remain calm when it involves themselves.

Ye Zhijuan got up in a hurry to open the door and almost tripped over the table leg.

"What happened? Who fell into the water?" Ye Zhijuan opened the door, grabbed the little boy who came to report the news, and asked anxiously.

"Jingmin, Jingmin fell into the water!" the little boy replied breathlessly.

"Where is it? Have you come up?" Tang Zhitong was only one step slower than Ye Zhijuan, and his questions hit the nail on the head. There were some things Ye Zhijuan was not comfortable asking. In case of an accident, it would be too much of a blow to a mother.

"Rescued, rescued, Grandpa Gao is holding him and walking back." The little boy supported his knees with his hands. He was very tired from this trip.

When she heard that she was rescued, Ye Zhijuan lost all her energy and sat down on the ground, muttering to herself, "No, I have to go and see."

"Mom, it's okay to send him home. At most he'll catch a cold. I can run fast, so I'll go downstairs to greet him. You can find Jingmin's clothes at home. He'll need to change them later. Yingying, go to the kitchen and boil a pot of brown sugar ginger water. Three bowls of water, three spoons of brown sugar, and six or seven slices of ginger. Bring to a boil over high heat and then simmer." This was not the time to be polite. Tang Zhitong pulled Ye Zhijuan up, turned around, picked up Jingmin's quilt from the sofa, tucked it under his armpit, and went downstairs dragging the little boy who came to report the news.

The little boy walked slowly and was almost carried down the stairs by Tang Zhitong.

When they reached the gate, Tang Zhitong stopped and put the little boy down. It was too slow to move with a child.

Tang Zhitong pulled out a handful of candies from the space, about seven or eight pieces, and stuffed them into the little boy's hand, as a reward for reporting the news: "Which alley did you come from?"

"Xila Hutong." The little boy took the candy and pointed south to Tang Zhitong.

Tang Zhitong had no time to thank him and ran south with the quilt in his arms.

If there is someone chasing after him, they will definitely be mistaken for three hands stealing the quilt.

After exiting the west entrance of Chunshu Hutong and turning left, the second alley on the right is Xila Hutong. As soon as Tang Zhitong entered the alley, he saw a group of children rushing towards this side, followed by Gao Dashan, who had difficulty walking.

Tang Zhitong went over and noticed that some children were holding Wang Jingmin's clothes, shoes, and fishing rod, and he felt a little relieved.

The most frightening thing after falling into the water in winter is continuing to wear wet clothes. Now that you have taken off your clothes, it is not a big problem.

"Thank you, Uncle Gao. I will carry Jingmin back." Tang Zhitong did not care too much at this time. He shook out the quilt under his armpits and draped it directly on Gao Dashan's body. Wang Jingmin was wrapped by Gao Dashan like a dumpling, and the price he paid was that Gao Dashan's upper body was very thin.

"No need, we'll be home soon." Gao Dashan didn't want to wear the quilt that Tang Zhitong brought.

"Put it on. I'd feel bad if you get cold." Tang Zhitong reached out and took Wang Jingmin from Gao Dashan's arms, tightened the cotton coat around his feet, and without waiting for Gao Dashan to reply, turned around and ran home.

Gao Dashan has difficulty walking, so even if he tries hard, he can't walk much faster. As soon as Tang Zhitong tries hard, he leaves Gao Dashan and the children far behind.

"Brother-in-law, I'm scared." Wang Jingmin, who was held in his arms, heard Tang Zhitong's movements and spoke in a low voice.

"It's okay, you're out of the water now, right? Go home and drink some ginger soup to sweat it out, and you'll be fine." Tang Zhitong thought that falling into the water had left Wang Jingmin with a psychological trauma, so he gasped and comforted him, and at the same time, a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Although he verbally comforted Ye Zhijuan that "everything will be fine as long as you send her home", this was not certain. However, as soon as Wang Jingmin opened his mouth, it was certain that everything was fine. At most she would catch a cold and have a fever, and at most she would have nightmares for two nights, which would leave her with some psychological trauma and she would not dare to go to the water in the future. Compared with life, these were all trivial matters.

Wang Jingmin was in Tang Zhitong's arms, feeling a little scared, but he was more worried about how to explain to his mother when he returned.

The Women's Federation dormitory was not big, and when the child who brought the news shouted, many people heard it.

The first one to be affected was Zhang Ye. She was worried that Gao Dashan had fallen into the water, and then she was worried that other children had fallen into the water. After all, she was the one who told the group of children that Gao Dashan had gone fishing there.

If something happened, being the target of anger would be the least of the problems. Why did I come here and bring disaster to Gao Dashan?
Zhang Ye was very nervous. He walked out of the message room and stood at the dormitory gate looking around.

Two households in Ye Zhijuan's unit heard the noise, especially the one next door. It would be inappropriate to pretend not to hear it, but it was also not appropriate to say too much about such an uncertain matter of life and death. They could only come out and say dry words like "good things will come to you" to comfort Ye Zhijuan.

Mother and child are connected by heart, and Ye Zhijuan was always worried. After finding the clothes, she was in no mood to be polite with the neighbors and went to wait downstairs.

The neighbor was afraid that Ye Zhijuan would fall due to her weak legs, so he accompanied her to the dormitory gate.

Just like that, three adult women and a little boy stopped and stood at the downstairs door.

While waiting for Tang Zhitong to come back with Wang Jingmin, Ye Zhijuan caught the little boy and asked him about it.

The little boy already had a piece of the candy that Tang Zhitong rewarded him with in his mouth. Nowadays, few children can resist the temptation of candy.

The little boy held the candy in his mouth and gestured to explain the whole story.

After hearing this, Ye Zhijuan felt both hatred and fear. She hated her son for being rash and was afraid that he might make mistakes. At the same time, she was very grateful to Gao Dashan. If Gao Dashan had not been mature and steady, and had followed the good intentions of those kids, she would have lost her son.

In just three or five minutes, Ye Zhijuan saw Tang Zhitong jogging towards them with Jingmin in his arms. She didn't care about anything else and ran towards him.

"Mom, Jingmin is fine." Tang Zhitong saw Ye Zhijuan's anxious look and comforted her.

My brother-in-law is indeed fine. He spoke with a strong voice just now.

"That's good, that's good." Ye Zhijuan said this to her son-in-law after hearing what he said, but she was still worried and wanted to pull open his clothes to see his son, but the breeze was blowing outside and it was not a suitable place.

"Mom, it's cold outside. I'll send Jingmin upstairs first." Tang Zhitong didn't have many other thoughts. He just wanted to send Wang Jingmin back first to keep him warm and reduce heat loss.

"Okay, I'll put Jingmin's clothes on the sofa." Ye Zhijuan was shorter and her steps were not as big as Tang Zhitong's. She trotted behind her son-in-law.

Tang Zhitong didn't bother to reply to his mother-in-law. He ran to and from the house, especially when he came back, his brother-in-law weighed about 40 to 50 kilograms with clothes, so it was very tiring to carry him. After running into the Women's Federation dormitory, Zhang Ye, who was waiting at the gate, felt a little relieved. This guy must have fallen into the water and was carried back. So, is Brother Dashan okay?

However, Zhang Ye thought that the cotton coat looked familiar. It belonged to Brother Dashan. Doesn’t that mean Brother Dashan has no cotton coat to wear?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye ran back to the message room, hugged the folded quilt in his arms, and walked straight out the door without even closing it.

Within a few minutes, the only people left at the gate were Ye Zhijuan's next-door neighbor and the little boy who brought the news.

The neighbor thought about it and decided that now was not the time to talk, and if he went there again he would be suspected of being there to watch the fun, so he did not follow Ye Zhijuan back to the house, but went home alone, planning to go and see the child after making sure Jingmin was okay.

There was only one child left at the gate, eating candy and waiting for his friends...

Tang Zhitong carried Wang Jingmin upstairs, but did not change his clothes. Instead, he put him in Ye Zhijuan's bedroom, covered him with a quilt, and then groped under the quilt to pull out Gao Dashan's coat and cotton coat.

"Brother-in-law, it's cold." When Tang Zhitong's hand touched Wang Jingmin, Wang Jingmin opened his eyes slightly, glanced outside, and when he confirmed that it was only him and his brother-in-law, he muttered softly.

"Have a bowl of brown sugar ginger water later." Tang Zhitong was very tired. He tucked in his brother-in-law, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted outside: "Yingying, is the water boiling? Give Jingmin half a bowl first."

"It's ready." The reason why Wang Jingying didn't come over was because she was looking for something to serve sugar water to her brother. Although they usually fought and quarreled, he was her brother after all, and she still had a deep relationship with him.

"Okay, let's put it on the table to cool down first." Tang Zhitong stood up and took the bowl. It was fresh out of the pot and was very hot.

At this time, Ye Zhijuan finally came in, followed the sound into the bedroom, and sat beside the bed to check on her son's condition.

Tang Zhitong poked his head out of the bedroom, saw that the door was not closed, and came out to close it.

When I went in again, I saw Ye Zhijuan stroking Wang Jingmin's forehead with her hand, and her voice was tearful: "Jingmin, please say something, don't scare your mother."

Tang Zhitong was stunned. Wasn't he fine just now? What was going on?
When he reached the bed, Tang Zhitong took a look inside. Wow, Wang Jingmin had his eyes closed and his lips pursed, looking like he was asleep but in pain.

Seeing this, and thinking about what his brother-in-law said on the way, how could Tang Zhitong not understand? He was afraid of being scolded by his mother, so he simply pretended to be unconscious!
Tang Zhitong didn't intend to spoil this naughty child. He turned and walked into the living room, took two dumplings from the lunch box on the dining table, ate one first, and then bit off half of the other. He had been exercising at a high intensity for more than ten minutes and had not eaten much at noon, so he was already hungry.

After entering the bedroom, Tang Zhitong stood by the bed, put the half-eaten dumpling close to his brother-in-law's nose, and asked, "Jingmin, I made lotus root dumplings today. Do you smell them?"

Wang Jingmin ate vegetables, pickles, and steamed buns every day. He had played all morning and was already hungry. How could this not be delicious? ?

Seeing that his brother-in-law was obviously sniffling, Tang Zhitong directly placed the dumpling on Wang Jingmin's lips and tempted him, "Come on, take a bite and try it, and tell me if there is anything that needs improvement."

After all, Wang Jingmin's mind was not deep enough, and he finally couldn't resist the temptation of dumplings. He opened his mouth but did not open his eyes.

Ye Zhijuan, who was still worried about her son just now, understood the truth after seeing her son chewing dumplings.

I was already worried and frightened, and when my son did this, I was so angry! I immediately wanted to beat him up, and I wanted to raise my hands and give him a few electric shocks.

But considering Wang Jingmin's current situation, Ye Zhijuan temporarily suppressed this idea and decided to wait and see. After making sure that the child was fine, she would deal with him severely!
"Okay, stop pretending. Drink a bowl of ginger soup and eat something first." No matter what, Ye Zhijuan temporarily put her mind at ease and gave her son reassurance.

"Really? You won't hit me?" Wang Jingmin finally opened his eyes when he heard his mother say that. He didn't look uncomfortable at all. When he spoke, he still had half a dumpling in his mouth!
"Have a bowl of ginger soup first." Ye Zhijuan did not answer her son, but stood up and brought the ginger soup from the table.

"Mom, these clothes belong to Grandpa Gao. I'll give them to him first." Nowadays, even most office workers don't have a second set of cotton-padded clothes. In order not to delay Gao Dashan from wearing them, Tang Zhitong picked up the clothes and took the initiative to speak.

"Well, give two boxes of dumplings to Master Gao. Yingying, do you have any ginger soup left? Serve a big bowl for your Grandpa Gao." As long as her son was fine, Ye Zhijuan regained her sanity and everything was arranged in order.

At this time, Gao Dashan was leading a group of children to the Women's Federation dormitory. They were walking eastward from the west entrance of Chunshu Hutong. After they had walked halfway, they saw Zhang Ye jogging towards them with her long braids swinging and a quilt in her arms.

When the kids saw Zhang Ye, they recognized him and surrounded Gao Dashan and started to make a noise: "Oh, the bride is here to pick up the groom!"

When she heard the children making a noise, Zhang Ye realized that the person wrapped in the quilt was Gao Dashan. She didn't notice when Tang Zhitong went out with the quilt in his arms.

"Why are you here? It's very cold outside. Let's go back together." Seeing Zhang Ye coming over with a quilt, Gao Dashan knew that she was worried about him and was afraid that he would catch a cold, and he felt happy.

"How about I put another layer on you?" Zhang Ye ignored the children's clamor and looked at the quilt on Gao Dashan, fearing that it was too thin.

"No need. The quilt is quite thick. Besides, we're only a few steps away." Gao Dashan smiled and wrapped himself in the quilt. He was no longer cold, but his feet were uncomfortable. His shoes were wet and his feet were frozen.

When everyone returned to the Women's Federation dormitory, Tang Zhitong and Wang Jingying were already waiting at the door of the communication room.

When the two of them came over, the door of the message room was open. Tang Zhitong closed it and did not go in.

"Uncle Gao, thanks to you for helping me today. I see the outside of my cotton-padded jacket is a little wet. Please put it on the radiator to warm it up later." Tang Zhitong had already folded the clothes, put one hand on his arm and held the lunch box in the other.

"Well, it's no big deal, come in and warm up." When Zhang Ye pushed the door open, Gao Dashan made way.

They had to go through the door and put their things down, but before going in, Tang Zhitong said to the dozen or so children in front of him, "Young men, pack up your things and line up in front of the building. We'll give you some delicious food later."

After the four people entered the house, Tang Zhitong and his sister-in-law put down their things. Tang Zhitong called Zhang Ye "Auntie Gao" and asked her to heat up the brown sugar ginger water for Gao Dashan to drink.

Tang Zhitong saw that Gao Dashan's shoes and pants were wet, so he had to give him time and space to change clothes as soon as possible.

After a few simple words of thanks and getting out lunch boxes and bowls, Tang Zhitong and Wang Jingying came out. As for how to express more practical gratitude, that had to be done by Ye Zhijuan.

Tang Zhitong asked Wang Jingying to go up first with the empty lunch box and bowl, while he held the quilt with one hand and took candies out of his pocket to reward the children. There were not so many this time, only two each.

(End of this chapter)