Aspire For Love Wistfully

Time passed quickly. When they got to the bottom of the building, Jiang Yao woke them up. Jiang's mother opened her eyes and looked out.

"Here we are."

"Here we are. Let's go in."

Song ya got off ahead of time and turned to the other side of the car to open the door.

"Let's go in by ourselves. Song Ya Ge, go back first. It's cold."

Song Ya nodded and said, "OK, I'll watch you go in and I'll go. You go first."

Jiang Yao wants to say no. at last, she looks at his smiling face and swallows what she wants to say, showing a smile.

"Yao Yao, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Ya leans against the car door and suddenly remembers that Jiang Yao is going to the hospital tomorrow, and Jiang's mother is going to start treatment. Jiang Yao stopped. She looked back and nodded at her.

Their voices and shadows disappeared at the door. The light in the room came on. He turned to open the door, got in the car and left. The next morning, Songya came. Because there was fog outside, Songya's coat was moist.

He also has water droplets on his head, which is very small and not very obvious.

"Xiao Song is coming. Come and have dinner."

Jiang's mother turned her head and saw song Ya changing shoes at the door.

"Well, I didn't eat it. It smells good. I haven't eaten steamed buns porridge for a long time. I'm nostalgic. I'm fed up with breakfast here. "

Song Ya is not polite either. She sits directly in her seat. Aunt Qin goes to the kitchen early to get a bowl with porridge in it. In front of him also put a cup of soy milk, steaming.

"Thank you, aunt Qin."

"It's OK. Eat it now."

Songya sat down in his seat and took a sip of porridge. He felt very comfortable in his stomach. To be honest, he seldom had time for breakfast. Even if he had time to eat, he was tired of it. Maybe he was born to be the stomach of Chinese people. He didn't like western bread very much.

It's OK to eat it once or twice. If he really eats it every day, he may be stupid.

"Well, it's OK. Aunt Qin's breakfast is also unique."

"Well, it's delicious. It's much more delicious than this restaurant. I thought, otherwise aunt Qin would cook more for me every day. Otherwise, I'm afraid my stomach can't hold other breakfasts. "

Aunt Qin laughed at once.

"Mr. Song said so well there, but it's just home style. If you want to eat, I can make more for you every day. Anyway, it's not troublesome to be in the hospital."

Some people like to cook their own food, which is a very proud thing for cookers, especially when song Ya finished a bowl of porridge and steamed buns several times.

"Xiao Song, do you want any more?"

Song Ya waved his hand, touched his stomach and said, "no, no, if you go on eating, your stomach will come out. Next time, I'll eat more next time. "

This is the first time that he has eaten so many things. In fact, there are very few delicious things in the United States, for him. And lots of fries, hamburgers, these unhealthy foods.

He lived in China until he was 15 years old. He came to America later. Then I seldom leave until now, and occasionally I go back to have a look.

"That's fine."

Jiang Yao had eaten early. She went upstairs to collect some things and put them in her bag.

"Have you all eaten?"

She put her bag on the sofa and watched them sit on the chair chatting, while everything on the table was almost eaten, leaving only a little.

"When you've finished eating, you can clean up and go."

Aunt Qin got up and put everything in the kitchen. Jiang Yao took Jiang's mother everywhere. Maybe because song Ya was there, Jiang's mother talked more than usual.

After more than ten minutes, they went back to the living room. Aunt Qin had already cleaned up the living room.

"Let's go, old man yuan is already urging me."

When they got to the hospital, it was already more than ten o'clock. The nurse took Jiang's mother to have a physical examination to see if she had any other problems.

She wearied in the ward, soon wearing a white coat of song Ya came, he was carrying a bag of fruit, apples, pears, bananas and so on. A lot of things, looking at a big bag.

"What do you buy these for? Don't you have fruit?"

Song Ya put his things on the table, sat directly on the chair, picked up the apple on the table and bit it. Jiang Yao on one side frowned.

"You're a doctor yourself. Don't you know how to wash it?"

Song Ya stares at the apple in his hand and says with a smile: "there is an old Chinese saying that if you eat unclean, you won't get sick. Besides, I know that the apple is washed, and aunt Qin washed it."

With a smile, Jiang Yao was speechless. However, he reminds himself of a person like him.

That is Shen Yanyan in China. If she has a chance, she will introduce Shen Yanyan to him. They must be friends.

"What are you thinking?"

"Ah."

Songya took a bite of the apple, and the rest of the apple core was thrown directly into the garbage can.

"Still! What do you think? I've been calling you for a long time, and you'll be silly. If you don't answer me, I think you're also dementia. "

He reached out and flicked Jiang Yao's forehead.

"I didn't think of a friend."

"Who, Shen Yanyan?"

Jiang Yao looked at him in surprise and asked: "how do you know? You investigate me."

Song Yabai gave her a look, disdainful expression appeared on his face.

"I don't have the heart to investigate you. You have said before that you have a good friend. If I remember correctly, my aunt also mentioned yesterday that it must have a good relationship with you if it can appear in your mouth so many times."

He didn't continue to analyze the rest, because the result was obvious.

"Well."

"Come on, follow me to the ward round. Anyway, you're OK. Help me."

Song Ya is not polite either. He pulls Jiang Yao out. Jiang Yao asked him a question she always wanted to ask.

"Song Yago, why did you come back here to be a doctor? You were in another hospital before."

"Because of you, as soon as you leave, the meaning of my staying there will be no more. Hehe, do you think you have a great influence on me?"

Jiang Yao was speechless. Was he joking again?

"Really?"

"False, it's because the old man asked people for a herbal medicine at the beginning, and he owes the favor. No, and don't think too much. It's not because of you. "

Jiang Yao really thought it was because of her own reasons, her words choked in her mouth. Song Ya secretly looked at her and felt a little embarrassed, so he pulled her forward.

"Hurry up and introduce some doctors to you."

Jiang Yao immediately stops and stares at Song ya.

"Let's go, Yao Yao, stop for nothing."