Chapter 34 holding hands

In a blink of an eye, it was the first anniversary of my marriage with him.In two weeks our son is due to be born. As the due date approached, my mood became tense.At this time, he brought out the mantra: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." I smiled: "You can't help this time." He said: "Don't underestimate people, when the time comes, I will hold your hand." hand, you will be strong." He is right. In January of this year, I suddenly developed a fever of 39°C that persisted.When I went to the clinic for medical treatment, the American doctor did a simple examination and said it was a cold, so I didn’t need to take medicine, and it would be fine in a few days.Five days have passed, and the condition still hasn't improved. Only strong antipyretics can temporarily suppress the body temperature. Once the effect of the medicine wears off, the red line on the thermometer is still rising.He was in a hurry, and hurriedly drove me to the hospital for emergency treatment.It took nearly an hour for a nurse to pass me in.I was already very weak at the time, and he insisted on helping me, but the nurse rudely blocked the door.As a result, I waited inside for more than half an hour before a doctor on duty came to ask.After a few words, he said, "You have a cold, it's nothing serious." I asked if I needed an injection, and he said no.Then an antibacterial drug was prescribed, and he was about to send me away.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open with a "bang", followed by the nurse's protest, but her voice was immediately overshadowed by a louder voice: "I want to see my wife. Why did it take so long? Is it time for her to come out?" He rushed in like a cow, and if anyone stopped him at this time, he would fight with them.He stepped in front of me, held my hand tightly, and said, "Are you okay? Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then he turned to the doctor: "How can this be a common cold: why don't you give her Do X-rays?" The doctor was probably overwhelmed by his aura, and he didn't dare to speak for a while, and obediently led me to do a X-ray.Result: It was pneumonia, and it was quite serious.If it is discovered later, myocarditis and nephritis will occur concurrently.

Whenever I tried to persuade him to change his temper, he would say, "If it weren't for such a temper, these quack doctors would have killed you." He is also right.Besides, his quick temper really can't be changed--it's written in the fate book. When you say fortune-telling, sometimes it's quite accurate.A well-known Yijing scholar once told him when he would meet his life partner and when he would have his first child a few years ago.The master also said that his life was a powerful and unconstrained style, and he was very busy.This is true, the flight distance of 300,000 miles a year is clearly on his aviation account.

"I never want to travel alone again," he told me after we got married.However, half a year ago, he had to board the plane to Hong Kong alone: ​​I was pregnant and in school at that time.When I went to the airport to see him off, he said, "I will definitely come back as soon as possible." At that time, I didn't quite understand what "as soon as possible" meant, and I thought to myself: "Go sign a contract with someone. The schedule says three days. The queue is full, how can I do it as quickly as possible?" Unexpectedly, only two days later, I received a call from him, saying that he was going back to New York that night.

"Were the negotiations unsuccessful?" I asked. "No, the contract has been signed, and everything is going well." His excited voice came from the microphone. He went home a day early.Because of a temporary flight change, he had to exchange a first-class ticket for an economy-class ticket-people must think he was out of his mind.You know, he is big, and he can only shrink his legs in the economy class seat, and the 20-hour continuous flight is really enough for him.Moreover, in order to come back one day earlier, he worked twenty-four hours a day for the first two days without closing his eyes at all.

"There's no need to be jet-lagged now. I'm so sleepy now." He looked so tired that he couldn't lift his eyelids. "Why are you driving yourself so hard? Don't die!" I covered him with a quilt. "What's the point of being alone? There was no way in the past, but now that I have a home, why don't you rush back? Besides, I'm short-tempered, and it's not like you don't know it." He said, and the snoring sounded. There was a bestseller in the United States last year titled "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Mercury".The author believes that men and women seem to come from different planets. Even if they live together, they have completely different life logics: women always want to transform men into the perfect appearance in their hearts, while men stubbornly think that they are enough. It was perfect, so the two entangled each other endlessly.

Of course, there were times when we were in a hurry.Afterwards, he always joked: "When things are extreme, they will be reversed. When I get old, I will definitely be the most tempered old man in the world. Just wait patiently." With such a promise, what else can I say?So she simply gave up the idea of ​​transforming him and accepted his existence.Of course, this does not prevent me from imagining a leisurely and peaceful old life from time to time. And nowadays, we are young, are powerful and unconstrained style. We move all the time.To get married, he sold his house in California and moved to New York;

In order to accompany me to return to China and settle down, we returned our house in New York and moved to Shanghai. "Where is our last home?" I asked him. "Where you are." He replied without thinking. I will never forget the bouquet of red roses he gave me in the first place.Every flower is so perfect.turn off the lights, The moonlight shone through the window, and those velvety petals reflected a soft luster. Really, the two of us are content: we did not meet too late.Love, in this era when many people are skeptical when they hear it, we both believe in it. A friend once reminded us: "Someone will definitely gossip, saying that one of you is famous and the other is in business." In fact, there have been rumors that Yang Lan married a short and ugly old overseas Chinese, even more mysterious He added a sentence: "However, I heard that he is very rich."

I said, "These people really don't have very rich imaginations." "We just have to be happy," he said. That being said, after all, we are still mortals, and when we have troubles.Some people said that he and I returned to China to settle down because we couldn't get along overseas, and that he wanted to make money from his wife's fame.I was really angry: Why is it so tiring to be a human being!Some people go abroad and don't come back, saying that they don't serve the motherland; let's come back, and make sarcastic remarks, and think of others in the same way anyway, is this the only way to balance the mind? !

I know that he is used to being competitive, and has created a world in the United States with his own talents. He has never been subjected to such anger, and I really feel sorry for him.He smiled wryly and said: "Who told me to marry a famous wife? Maybe someone will call me 'Mr. Yang'. The mouth is on other people's heads, so you can say whatever you want. Don't be discouraged, don't be ignorant." Good luck!" "Yang Lan, how happy you are. I'm really jealous of you." My girlfriend who was troubled by emotions said to me. When I conveyed this to him, he said carelessly: "I'm pretty good!" To tell you the truth, I admire his confidence.

It was because of this self-confidence that he went to study in France alone at the age of nineteen with only forty dollars in his pocket; Earn tuition and living expenses.One day, he was so hungry and tired that he almost cut off his fingers while chopping vegetables.The boss immediately said: "I'm not in charge of medical insurance." In order to keep the job, he roughly wrapped the wound and started working again.He told me that Han Xin was in his mind at that time. I firmly believe that a man with great ambition but who can endure hardship and humiliation is the most remarkable, and he is also the most trustworthy, because he knows how to cherish the true feelings in the world and understands the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Every time he goes to a Chinese restaurant in New York, he tips the waiters a lot, especially those from the mainland. "See that man in his forties who pours ice water and collects plates for customers? You can tell by his gestures that he is a novice. This is the most tiring job among restaurant waiters with the least tip. Only those who come in are assigned to this job. The waiter in charge of ordering will give him 10% of the tip. He works five or six hours a night, and his salary is at most twenty dollars. He is also Chinese. He is often bullied by people who are more qualified." When it comes to things in restaurants, he is good at everything. After the meal, he specially tipped the middle-aged man, and the man couldn't stop thanking him.After chatting for a few minutes, we realized that the man was a cadre in an agency in China, and he came to the United States with the student, and he had only been here for a month. "Oh, it's a bit overwhelming. It seems that the mental preparation before going abroad is not enough." The man said to us with a wry smile. "God has really cared for us both," he said with emotion when he went out, "You see, he is in his forties, and it is not easy to start from the bottom." There was an old Chinese man on the street, who seemed to be in his sixties or seventies, and was selling meat buns.There was a strong wind at that time, and pedestrians passed by in a hurry, but no one noticed the disappointed look in the old man's eyes.The wind blows the old man's wrinkles deeper. He stepped forward and bought twenty buns in one go. "Enough for us to eat for a while." I took his arm and walked home. "At such an age, I can't stay at home and enjoy the happiness." He said to himself. I seriously suggested: "If one day we are old and poor, we should also come out to sell meat buns. At that time, we will shout: 'Wuji meat buns, fresh and delicious!'" Fate is impermanent, no one can go uphill all the time, and even hard work does not necessarily guarantee success, but people often only see the successful side, just like the news in the casino that there will always be a jackpot. People who don't earn or lose everything, try not to pay attention.Today's fame and fortune are our labor gains, and we have a clear conscience; even if the fame and fortune fade tomorrow, there is still a solid land under our feet; that is our love and family.I wonder why every time the reporters interview me, I have to ask: "Which is more important to you, career or family?" However, the gains and losses in emotion are completely my own true feelings, and no one can replace them, and no one can rob them.When I thought this way, I got very close to him, and the world seemed more vast because of it. When we are tired from work, we like to think about it. "Just retire tomorrow." We used to joke like that. I once knew such a story: A city dweller has always had a dream, that is, to save enough money to buy a house by the sea and spend his old age peacefully.For this dream, he worked desperately for decades, his hair became gray, and he was tired and bent over. Finally, when he retired, he managed to scrape together enough money to buy a desirable villa by the sea.At dusk, he came to the seaside under the setting sun alone, looking at the vast expanse of waves, recalling his life, he was filled with emotion.At this time, he met a fisherman, and the two chatted.He said to the fisherman: "I have finally realized my ideal. Now I can be with the sea I love day and night, breathe with the heaven and the earth, and no longer have to worry about gains and losses because of the face of my boss. I have worked hard all my life for this. It is really not easy to get it." Ah!" The fisherman asked in amazement: "Why do you have to go through so much trouble? Look at me, haven't I already got all this?" When I told this story to him, he said: "Actually, even though guarding the same ocean, the old fisherman's experience is definitely different from that of the city dweller: one is born with it, the other has it through untold hardships." The content of the exclamation is different, and the degree of cherishing is also different. I think that the city man has experienced two worlds, and his perception may be higher than that of the fisherman. Besides, he does not have to worry about the price of fish tomorrow. " "It seems that we still have to be city people, busy every day, with a dream about the sea in our heads." Fortunately, the sea is not far from us.During the vacation, he held my hand, walked into the thin and soft sandy beach, strolled, watched the ebb and flow of the tide, the sunrise and sunset. We once linked a poem by the sea. I am the wave of ages, I am the shore of the millennium. .. The long wandering ended only when the waves hit the coast; only when the coast embraced the waves did it glow with brewing passion. Walking hand in hand is a cliché in love movies, but it is a real day in my life with him.Tonight, we prepared anniversary gifts for each other, and until now, we have kept each other's secrets. However, the roses are already blooming in front of the window.In its fragrance I write the last line of this book.