Chapter 29 Twenty-six, traces of the past

Ms. Zhaodi's negotiation with the publishing house went smoothly. Although the other party complained a few times, she didn't mention compensation, and took back the sample booklet in a good-tempered manner. With only two books left in hand, and the time limit was relaxed, Miss Zhaodi heaved a sigh of relief. After Ms. Zhaodi was discharged from the hospital, we never went back to the hut at Y University. Mr. Xingjian said that he would supervise her work and rest time, and Ms. Zhaodi seemed to have lingering fears about her sudden illness that night. Being with Mr. Xingjian made her feel uncomfortable. Safety.

During that time, Miss Zhaodi cooked almost every day. On the one hand, she needed to make some adjustments by herself, on the other hand, this life full of fireworks seemed to make her very satisfied. She started to help Mr. Xing Jian take care of his life, went to buy leather shoes and ties together, washed shirts of different colors by hand separately, set up the clothesboard to iron his trousers for Mr. Xing Jian. When Miss Zhaodi was doing these things, Mr. Xing Jian would go over and hug her, and then look at her as if admiring a beautiful scenery, with a very happy expression on his face.

For a time, our family of four enjoyed themselves happily. That day, I saw that Ms. Zhaodi fried tender eggs and chopped them, mixed them with shrimps and seasonings, mixed the noodles with hot water, kneaded them on the chopping board, rolled them into big dumpling skins, and shredded the cucumbers , and put it into the stuffing, and after a while, a large dumpling on the chopping board will be wrapped, steamed in the drawer for a few minutes, and the fresh and sweet fragrance will waft out. Xing Jianjun was surprised and delighted, "How do you know that I love steamed cucumber dumplings? I haven't eaten them for many years, I really miss them."

Miss Zhaodi was complacent, "Of course it was taught by Master Lingtang. How about it, my ability to learn and use is not bad, right?" Mr. Xingjian tasted another one and said, "To be honest, you are better than my mother - yours is so juicy that it looks like a soup dumpling. How did you make it?" "Hey, this is a trade secret." "Then I'll buy out this secret, okay?" Xing Jianjun smiled, "You will be my royal chef, okay?" Miss Zhaodi suddenly became a little depressed, "You said, is it worth it to spend two hours cooking and eating it in another twenty minutes?"

"This... it's okay to do it occasionally. Besides, I think there are not many things that are more meaningful than cooking. Some people are busy every day, but they are either consuming social resources in vain, or It’s better to contribute to the whole family than to make trouble for others.” "Not necessarily. For example, I can translate some interesting books..." Mr. Xing Jian fell silent. After a while, he looked at Miss Zhaodi and said seriously: "Zhaodi, if you want, you can quit your job and translate something you like at home." "How can I do that?" Miss Zhaodi shouted, "The institute is so stable and the benefits are so good..."

"You don't have to think about money. Even if you quit your job, you can buy your own insurance. With my current income, it's no problem to support a family. You can just do what you like. You are happy every day, and the atmosphere at home is also good. .” Miss Zhao lowered her head, "I'm very happy if you can say that... In fact, I can translate a book a year if I do a little less every day. I still need work, after all, I can't do it alone at home." stuffy." Mr. Xing Jian nodded, "Well, but translating mechanical instructions in a patent office really doesn't have any future. If you like translating, we can see if there is any opportunity in the publishing industry."

"Ok." Regarding the work of Miss Zhaodi, they said nothing about it.Of course Mr. Xing Jian has nothing to do, but Ms. Zhao Di doesn't seem to have any urgent intention to change.After all, the job in the office is stable and decent, the salary increases every year, and there are opportunities to go abroad. It is not too difficult for a younger sister to endure the boring content for these. In the midst of busy work, the summer of this year has passed, the air has become refreshing, and it has gradually cooled from morning to night. On Saturday morning, Mr. Xing Jian went to the gymnasium to play basketball, while Ms. Zhao stayed at home to clean the room.

She packed up Xia Liang's quilt, opened the door of the cloakroom, and took out a thicker-looking quilt. She untied the sheet covering the quilt and froze for a moment. It was a red brocade quilt, with a dragon and phoenix pattern in the center, surrounded by colorful peonies, and the golden happy character in the middle of the dragon and phoenix was eye-catching. After a while, she came back to her senses, wrapped the quilt in a hurry, and sent it back to the cloakroom at a trot. She ran back to her room and sat on the bed panting. After a while, she went back to the cloakroom and looked around cautiously.

The upper part of the closet is filled with futons, the middle is hung with Mr. Xing Jian’s suit and windbreaker, and the bottom is sweaters and down jackets.At first glance, it was dark, and it was all men's clothes. There were several boxes piled up in the corner on the left. Miss Zhao looked at it, carefully pulled a dark red suitcase, and snapped the button. A thick stack of papers popped out. It was a stack of sketches, and I saw a drawing of rolling sand dunes, with a big, round sun sinking below the horizon. Below the drawing is a box full of women's clothes. Miss Zhaodi stretched out her hand, then retracted it. She stuffed the drawing back and put the box back in its original place.After looking at several other boxes, they finally did not move.

She was dazed for a while, then walked into the study, and slowly glanced around, before I had time to exclaim, she had pushed open the closet. She opened the big bag, and was looking at the bride's leering eyes in the wedding photo. She and the bride looked at each other for a moment, and murmured: "So you are like this... Xiaohan." She picked up the transparent bag full of letters, the glass bottle containing the lucky star, the photo album, the notebook and the chocolate box one by one, looked at it, and put it back. Finally, she picked up the stack of picture frames and said to herself, "I don't know what kind of thoughts are in your paintings?"

She carefully looked at the golden red lotus pond, the deep red autumn mountains, the deep red camellia, and the bright red maple leaves... Suddenly, Miss Zhaodi seemed to be taken aback. Her eyes swept across the purple-red door, the dark-red bookcase, and the wine-red curtains... There was a flash of panic in her eyes. She stood up abruptly, pulled son Xiaobai past her, and stuffed him into the bag without any explanation.Then, she picked me up, carried son Xiaobai on her back, and ran out of Mr. Xingjian's house as if fleeing.