Chapter 28 Twenty-five, sick

That day, Miss Zhaodi was still overcast when she went out, and the sky was clear when she came back. She put two huge white lilies into the crystal vase, and a strong fragrance filled the room immediately. She changed into a newly bought purple floral dress, a black cardigan and a thin sweater, and turned around in front of the mirror.It has to be said that this dress is well tailored, and it actually makes Miss Zhaodi a bit slender. Mr. Xing Jian quickly praised it for its beauty, and then opened a delicate small box, and took out a necklace. There were a few small purple stones on the shiny white chain.

He graciously helped Miss Zhaodi put it on, and praised: "Your skin is really nice, it's thin and white, it matches the purple color very well." Miss Zhaodi smiled smugly, "If you hit a villain, just say that I have such an advantage." Before leaving, Mr. Xing Jian was still a little worried, "You really don't get angry today, do you?" Miss Zhaodi was embarrassed, "I'm not that reasonable...Actually, I'm not angry because of what you said about the translation, I..." Before Miss Zhaodi could finish speaking, Mr. Xing Jian held her hand, "I understand, it's all my fault."

After a pause, he said, "Brother Zhao, please believe me, you are my girlfriend, and I only have you in my heart now." "Ok." Mr. Xing Jian suddenly seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I discovered another advantage of you. You won't get angry when you are unhappy, just coax it." This small quarrel was resolved by Mr. Xing Jian on the same day, and then he showed a rare spirit of sacrifice.Usually he doesn't bother Ms. Zhaodi, even on weekends, he tries to give Ms. Zhaodi a whole morning to do translation.Sometimes he would buy vegetables, wash them, cut them up, and Miss Zhaodi only had to stir fry them. After dinner, they would go out to play, and send Miss Zhaodi back early in the evening.

Miss Zhaodi was not a strong person in the first place, so she felt a little sorry for this, so she would often take the initiative to suggest where to go to play.In the midst of humility and meekness, a new pattern gradually formed. Usually, they basically see each other every other day, and they work half a day and play half a day on weekends. In fact, as Mr. Xing Jian said, translation is fundamentally different from creation, and the physical labor is probably more involved.Ms. Zhaodi thinks she loves translation, but she is actually confused by the effect of the million-volume masterpiece.After the novelty passed, facing a mountain of 800,000 characters, she had to accumulate them word by word. Miss Zhaodi, who was used to a comfortable life, couldn't help but feel that it was hard.

On the one hand, she wanted to avoid that mountain, and on the other hand, she thought that Mr. Xing Jian should not be left out. Later, she probably couldn't figure out the reason. Anyway, she became more and more keen on dating, and sometimes Mr. Xing Jian insisted on sending her off. When she came back, she still felt unfulfilled. But her debts became more and more serious. Originally, it was said that it would take two months to hand in a manuscript, but ten days and a half months were delayed to pay it off. Seeing that it has been almost four months, she has only finished less than one-third of her second manuscript.

Ms. Zhaodi finally started to face the reality. I saw her running back from get off work in a hurry. As soon as she entered the door, she went straight to the computer, working in the dark, grabbing something to eat when she was hungry, and rubbing her eyes while taking a shower late at night. . Sometimes she simply doesn't wash her face or brush her teeth, and she just throws herself on the bed when she's so tired. The next morning, she touches her face and blames herself for "ruining her skin again" while going to take a bath. I secretly wondered what the manuscript that was driven out in this way would look like.

Finally, the second manuscript was handed in, but there was only one and a half months left before the most relaxed deadline for the third manuscript. Miss Zhao Di desperately flipped through the calendar, smashing the cans and smashing, "It doesn't matter, this weekend is a holiday!" After a long sleep on the weekend, she slowly got up to freshen up, humming a song to show her leisure.But before Mr. Xing Jian came over, she couldn't help but open the third sample booklet and look it up in the dictionary. They went out happily, saying they were going boating. But they came back early in the afternoon, and Miss Zhao's face turned pale.

Mr. Xingjian helped her to lie down on the bed, and asked, "Is your stomach still uncomfortable? Do you want some medicine?" Miss Zhaodi shook her head, "It's probably because the ice cream was frozen, and it's much better after drinking hot tea. I'm just a little sleepy now, just sleep for a while." "Well, take a good rest. I'm watching TV in the living room, call me if you need anything." Miss Zhaodi slept until dark, and when she woke up she was refreshed again. She rubbed against Mr. Xing Jian, "I'm sorry, it's been a long weekend and I disturbed you again..."

Mr. Xingjian smiled gently, "Is this all right? You are too pitiful. You must be exhausted these days. I will treat you to a good meal tonight." "Let me please, I just got the manuscript fee, let's go eat Haidilao?" It was past nine o'clock when I came back from dinner, Mr. Xing Jian sat down for a while and then went back. Seeing that it was still early, Ms. Zhaodi turned on the computer again to start weaving. Weaving is her playful name for translation.Once she said to Mr. Xing Jian, look at me typing down line by line, how much I look like a weaver girl.

Then the Weaver Girl said, do you know how much a line of writing costs?Sometimes, though, a single line can make you jump up and down. That night, after knitting for a while, Miss Zhaodi held her head and said she was dizzy. She said to herself, "Oh, after all, I am getting old and not tired. I think back then..." She washed up hastily and went to bed, but her stomach ached. She rolled over and over for a while, and began to groan loudly. This was the first time my son Xiaobai and I had encountered such a situation, and we could only look at her in panic for a while. She seemed a little nauseous, clutching her stomach and ran into the bathroom, but couldn't spit out anything.

Under the light, I saw big beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. I thought of Mr. Xing Jian, but I couldn't tell him.At that time, for the first time, I deeply felt the inconvenience of not being able to communicate with humans. Fortunately, Miss Zhaodi finally thought of Mr. Xing Jian and dialed the phone. Mr. Xing Jian came here in a hurry, he had probably fallen asleep, and his hair was still a little messy. With an anxious expression on his face, he hugged Miss Zhaodi, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just persevere, we'll go to the hospital right away, and the pain will be gone soon." When Miss Zhaodi saw him, she felt better, "It's fine, I can go..." Miss Zhaodi was hospitalized that night because of an acute attack of gastric ulcer. As I have lived among young people for the past few years, I do not know much about the myriad of human diseases.The so-called gastric ulcer is the first disease I have heard of other than headache and brain fever. I couldn't connect it with the strong Miss Zhaodi for a while, and I never expected that this disease would give her Life casts its darkest shadows. But this time, Miss Zhaodi's illness was not serious, she got better soon, and was discharged from the hospital a week later. After Miss Zhaodi was hospitalized, Mr. Xing Jian took me and son Xiaobai back to his house.He found a porridge recipe for nourishing the stomach, and prepared the ingredients at night, sometimes it was red dates and yams, sometimes it was apple oatmeal, and sometimes it was vegetable fish paste.He set the alarm clock, got up early in the morning to cook the porridge, and then went back to sleep for a while. After the porridge was ready, he sent it to the hospital while it was hot, and then went to work by himself.At noon, he ordered Miss Zhaodi a takeaway from a famous porridge shop. After get off work, he went to accompany Miss Zhaodi and came home very late. So, when she was discharged from the hospital, Miss Zhaodi's complexion was rosy, but Mr. Xing Jian was a little haggard. Miss Zhaodi smiled heartlessly, "Oh, I don't want to come out anymore, and I don't have to work, and there are people waiting for me every day..." Mr. Xing Jian sighed: "Grandma, if you don't come out, I will go in." "Then I just happen to serve you. My meals are guaranteed to be refurbished, and I will never give you porridge every day." "Also talk about food, don't eat indiscriminately in the future. You don't know how to take care of yourself..." "Yes Yes……" Mr. Xing Jian suddenly remembered something, "By the way, return that translator to him." Miss Zhaodi was surprised, "That's okay, the contract has been signed." "Then pay them." Miss Zhao looked at Mr. Xing Jian's face, "Well... Actually, I can't blame the translator, it's because I didn't arrange the time well. It is said that I don't have to stay up all night. I live a regular life and can finish the work. " "But if you calculate the workload, there are still 600,000 words left, and there are only 13 months left. At least 1,500 words a day, plus the work in the institute, can you bear it? Holidays, vacations, gatherings of friends, and more..." He looked at Miss Zhaodi, "Zhaodi, have you never thought that we might get married during this period?" Miss Zhaodi was taken aback, her face turned a little red, "...Are you proposing to me?" Mr. Xing Jian also seemed a little embarrassed, "How can you be so rash in proposing marriage. No matter how unromantic I am, I have to take it seriously." Miss Zhaodi thought for a while and said, "You're right. I crammed my time too tightly and it has already affected our lives. I shouldn't be so selfish. Otherwise, I'll discuss it with the publishing house and refund them two dollars." Ben..." She looked at Mr. Xing Jian, and said cruelly, "Give them back four copies, okay?" Xing Jianjun smiled, "I really can't do anything about you."