Chapter 90 Chapter 4 will wake up (1)

Xiaoye drew the milky yellow curtains of the ward.It is already midsummer in Taipei. Every two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shines in obliquely, and Hai'an, who has been sleeping for a long time, is always hot and sweaty. Xiaoye then closed the movable curtains around the hospital bed.She brought a basin of warm water and was about to help Hai'an take a bath. The spacious and bright single ward, in this summer afternoon, is filled with fiery and violent heavy rock music, and the beating melody of the subwoofer shakes the glass windows faintly.In the "Queen" band's Bohemian Rhapsody, Xiaoye is calm and relaxed. She pours a small spoonful of bath disinfectant into the warm water basin, mixes well, and then takes out the cotton pajamas that Hai'an is going to change into after taking a bath, and folds it in half. Hanging neatly by the bed, she hummed the lyrics to the music.

"My mother, it's so noisy, can you keep your voice down?" Jill spread out on the sofa in front of the window, blowing smoke through the crack of the window.Ever since Xiaoye found out that the amount of sputum produced by Hai'an had increased, she officially announced the ban on smoking in the ward. "This is the music Brother Ke likes." Xiaoye said. "I can't hear you, even if you can hear me, you will drive me crazy." Jill disapproved. "He can hear you." Xiaoye said crisply.She closed the drawer, and now Jill couldn't see the bed.Xiaoye gently opened Hai'an's underwear, and began to help him wipe the bath with a soft towel.

Seeing Xiaoye in the curtain, Jier sat upright and stopped puffing smoke into the window crack without being wronged.Jier raised her eyebrows towards Su Yuan beside her, Su Yuan smiled wordlessly. "Haian is finished. He has no image in front of Xiaoye." Jier said. "Xiao Ye is really Hai'an's guardian angel." Su Yuan looked out at the sunlight from the window. "Yes, Despot Angel." Jill exhaled smoke. "Hey!" Xiaoye's voice came from the curtain, and a nurse in white stepped out from the curtain. She was holding some injections in an aluminum tray and was about to give Haian an injection.

"Girls go out, it's bath time." Xiaoye said loudly from behind the curtain. "Yes, yes. It's boys time," the nurse replied with a smile.She pushed the door open with the injection in her hand and went out. The nurse's good temper is really shocking, but Jier and Suyuan have seen this kind of scene a lot, and they are used to it.The patience shown by the nurses towards this ward was not only because it was the most expensive ward in the hospital, but also because of the sick Haian and Xiaoye who took care of them. The two of them obviously aroused the hearts of the nurses. tenderness.

Su Yuan kept silent.Jill began to feel bored, she took out a book from her bag and handed it to Suyuan. This is Jier's new book "The New Era of Tenant Farmers". The cover is made of earthy yellow with bronzing classical cloud pattern, which symbolizes the Chinese people's obsession with the land. This design comes from Xiaoye's handwriting.Su Yuan took a look and smiled.She flipped through it casually, and she had read the first draft of this book before it went to press, but the feeling after printing and binding was very different, and with the gilding on the cover, it looked more weighty.

"It's a hot bestseller." Su Yuan said. This is a fact. After the publisher's planning and hype, "The New Age of Tenant Farmers" took advantage of the opportunity of the shellless snail's resistance to launch with a sensation, combining several waves of deliberately designed land policy debates, celebrity recommendations, book review discussions in the media, and the most important one Strike—After the "Non-Literary Good Book Selection Awards" planned by the publishing house, this book has now become the darling of the bookstore, and a must-buy new book for intellectuals and those who are eager for new knowledge.For the general public, the content of this book, which tends to be more like a research report, is indeed a bit boring, but since the term "new tenant farmer" has become a fashionable label, the public does not mind the difficult reading.

"How does it feel to be an up-and-coming writer?" Suyuan asked Jier. "It's nothing." Jier snorted, but she didn't care. "It's just disclosing the ills I saw, hoping to make the world more reasonable. Don't call me a writer." "Let this world be more reasonable." Suyuan repeated slowly, she said, "Is there a more noble writer in the world?" "One thing is interesting. I used to interview people, and now people are chasing after me. But the talk is still old-fashioned, one asks the scene questions, and the other tells the scene answers. God, I really hate interviews, luckily I finally quit my job as a reporter, thank goodness."

"You are a star now. Sign your name, big star." Su Yuan opened the title page of the book and handed it to Jier. Jier signed it readily, and she wrote her real name neatly. Correct. Suyuan held the book and read it for a long time, then raised her head and asked Jier, "You know? I'm so envious of you!" "Ok?" "You can do anything you want to do," Su Yuan said.Jier sat upright from the sofa, Suyuan looked a little more sentimental to her today. "What's the matter? I'm going to die." Jill asked him. "Have you ever thought that if your life were to end today, would you feel like the life you really wanted to live hadn't even started yet, and then jump out and ask yourself what you've been doing all these years?"

"I'll think about it." Jill tilted her head to think about it, then shook her head, "No." "So, I envy you. No matter how busy life is, you always have a clear direction." "Nonsense. Where to look is not the direction? As long as you want, you can do it." "Oh!" Su Yuan sighed quietly, "Yes, I hope." "What tone? Don't be a tortoise. Look at Marty, she's got a lot of courage. She used to be like you, always sad and complaining about the world. What's the use of complaining? Living in this world In the most crowded metropolis, who is not living with bitter tears?"

"Oh, Taipei." "Yes, Taipei. Let me tell you, I feel very lucky to live in Taipei. This place is like a high-pressure furnace that can train people into the pioneers of the times. I would rather live in Taipei." "The world cannot do without people like you." "Is that a compliment?" Jill shrugged. "Of course it is, my idol. Are you still planning to write a book?" Su Yuan asked.As far as she knew, Jill, who had just quit her job as a reporter, was not interested in being recruited by other newspapers, and she might become a freelance writer from now on.

"I won't write for the time being," Jill said. "I can only write on topics that I am interested in. Those publishers are bugging me every day, saying that the iron should be struck while the iron is hot, and come up with a bunch of nonsensical topics for me to write books." , told me to refuse." "Then what are you going to do? Drink the northwest wind?" "Well, that's a good idea." Jill opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight slanted in. "I'm not used to it. It's not like what Jill would say." Jill didn't answer her.The bright gray sky outside the window, Jill stared into the distance, the gray clouds reminded her of Champaul's hair.A bit of blue sky light was revealed in the clouds, which reminded her of Shang-Paul's eyes.