Chapter 104 how good it is to be alive

In the summer of 1947, Sicheng learned that Huiyin's condition had worsened, and the doctor suggested that she undergo surgery to remove one kidney infected by tuberculosis bacteria. He was really anxious.For him right now, returning to Huiyin as soon as possible is more important than everything else.Fortunately, his main mission in the United States has been basically completed.The International Symposium on "Far Eastern Culture and Society" at Princeton University has ended, the class at Yale University has basically ended, and the meeting of the Advisory Committee of the United Nations Building is still going on, but Sicheng has done what he should do. He agrees with Niemy Subdesign options are gaining majority support.The books and materials purchased for the Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University have also been arranged for shipping.He packed his luggage for returning home and bought some small gifts for his family. Most of these gifts were small electronic products for American households.

Huiyin has been suffering from a low-grade fever. Because of the fever, the doctor suggested that the operation should be postponed.Despite being entangled in many things in the Department of Architecture, Sicheng still spends as much time as possible with Huiyin.Sicheng's return made Huiyin feel happy and at ease, and she felt that her physical condition was better.She found that over the years, every time her condition worsened, it was when Sicheng was not by her side.She told Sicheng about her discovery, and Sicheng laughed humorously: "Of course, I am Miss Lin's best personal nurse and psychologist!"

The sky in early autumn is blue and pure, and the sun is still brilliant, but the heat has disappeared.Huiyin has not gone out for many days. On Sunday, the baby and younger brother are at home, Sicheng suggested that the children accompany Huiyin for a walk.After Huiyin and the children agreed to go to the Summer Palace, Sicheng hired Huiyin a sliding pole to go back and forth. The trembling sliding pole has been carried Huiyin to the back mountain of the Summer Palace. It had just rained the night before, and the air was fresh and clear, and you could see far away in all directions.Zaibing and Congjie stood beside Huiyin's sliding pole, and their happy chatting and laughing infected Huiyin.Huiyin hasn't been this happy for a long time. The beautiful scenery and the love of her relatives make her feel as rich as a great nobleman, and she is grateful for having all this.She was grateful to Sicheng for being so considerate, and allowed her to do these activities that were considered "unnecessary" by the doctor; and Lao Jin, who accompanied Sicheng to watch the house, encouraged her to go out and relax.She was grateful for the clear autumn day and the moving scenery, which made her temporarily forget her haunting illness.She is affectionately attached to all of these, and it is all of these that make her feel how good it is to be alive and live!

"Without these, I might not be here long ago," Huiyin himself said: "Like an oil lamp that is about to go out, it blinks, flashes, and then goes out!" The checked luggage from the United States finally arrived, and Sicheng proudly showed Huiyin and his family his carefully selected gifts. In her letter to Fei Weimei, Huiyin teased Sicheng's gifts and the joy they brought her: "...on a solemn occasion, Mr. Liang showed me those things he brought that could be completely disassembled and assembled. , unloaded technical equipment. I sit on the bed with an adjustable canvas backrest, an adjustable reading and writing table in front of me, a tape recorder plugged into a normal power supply through a transformer, a magnifying glass in one hand, and a microphone in the other , a carefree modern girl, rather like Chaplin gnawing old corn on the cob with the help of an ingenious machine."

Sicheng turned on the tape recorder, and recorded greetings from many friends on the spinning tape.To the great amusement of the whole family, the voices played were all distorted: "...we did hear various greetings on tape, but nothing was right. Sicheng sounded like Mr. Mei Yiqi , Wei Mei is like Fairbank, and Fairbank is almost Paul Robertson. The best of these are Alan's, which is of course to be expected. I am very proud to have a collection of 'radio' recordings by a professional artist. Didn't do what the machine was supposed to do, just let the kids record some banter conversations. I feel like Emperor Qianlong was accepting a tribute of foreign clocks. I bet he let his concubines have a good time ..."