Chapter 4 Chapter Four

When we arrived at the courtyard, the maid had already rested, and came to open the door reluctantly. Nuoqin asked, "Where's Didi?" "She is fast asleep, she has to study tomorrow morning." Nuo Qin asked again: "Have you ever visited Miss?" "I dare not enter the room." The door was locked, Nuoqin knocked for a while, but no one answered. At this time, even Zhongfu didn't think so. The maid found the key, and Nuoqin drove in. There was a small crystal lamp in the bedroom, Nuoqin felt relieved. "elder sister." Ting Feng didn't respond to her, Nuo Qin vigorously palmed her face, Ting Feng remained silent.

When Li Zhongfu approached, he saw that Zuo Feng's face was as yellow as wax, lying on the bed with limbs weak, and there were traces of vomiting around his mouth. Zhongfu was shocked, "call an ambulance." "No, I will send her to a private hospital with you, so that the neighbors won't talk too much." Nuoqin was unexpectedly calm, and Li Zhongfu couldn't help admiring him secretly. She put on her coat for her sister and called her boyfriend: "Pick her up and hold her arms tightly." The girl was frightened and flustered. Nuo Qin whispered to her: "You send Di Di to school tomorrow morning as usual, don't tell her what happened tonight."

"Yes Yes." The two hurried out. No, it was really three people, Cen Tingfeng didn't feel at all, and hung on Li Zhongfu's back like a bag of old clothes. Strange, Zhongfu thought, not heavy at all. During his busy schedule, he remembered that a philosopher once asked: How heavy is the human soul?Could it be that Cen Tingfeng's soul has left her body? In this way, the soul is not light. Nuoqin drove to the private hospital, followed several red lights, and quickly reached the destination. Ambulance personnel came out immediately to take over the diagnosis and treatment.

Nuoqin collapsed and sat down in the waiting room. She was sweating all over her head and forehead, and her shirt was sticking to her back. Zhong Fu could clearly see the shadow of her underwear. At this critical juncture, he found her irresistibly sexy. She poured him a glass of water. The two were speechless. After a while, the doctor came out and said, "The patient is fine." Nuo Qin was relieved. "You can leave the hospital after three or two days of rest." The doctor doesn't say a word of nonsense, he only cares about saving people and ignores personal affairs.

"I'll go in and see her." Ting Feng was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed tightly, and for some reason, his expression seemed to be smiling. Nuoqin felt sad for a while. The nurse said, "Come back tomorrow morning." Zhong Fula-La Nuoqin, "It's time to go." Nuoqin complained, "My legs are weak and I can't walk." "I'll carry you on my back." He picked her up and walked towards the parking lot, causing passers-by to stare. "Can it be heavy?" "Like a dead pig." "Thank you." When she got home, Nuoqin drank half a glass of brandy first, and then went to the shower to wash her hair.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my boyfriend was looking at her old photos. He said, "I was like a sweet potato when I was young." "What's going on tonight, everything is not pleasing to the eye." Li Zhongfu asked suddenly: "Your sister has always had the habit of taking medicine?" Nuoqin replied: "Single parent, the pressure is high, the whole burden is on her shoulders, she can't sleep, take a few more pills, add half a glass of wine, she will just be fascinated, she will not commit suicide on purpose." "Has this happened before?"

"Once." Nuo Qin had to admit. "Try a lot, something will happen once." Nuoqin was silent. "Where there is a will, there is a way." "Thank you." "Loyalty is harsh." "I am sincerely grateful to you for tonight." He let out a breath, "It's better to have a male in the family." "Yes, now I know how lonely the sisters are." "Come, tell me your story." "Now, that's a lot of time." Early the next morning, Nuoqin went to see her sister. Tingfeng struggled and asked, "Didi──"

"Don't worry, I'll get her to school later." Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. "If you really love your daughter, it's better to pay attention to your health. Otherwise, how can you take care of her to go to college?" Ting Feng remained silent. "Sick as a disheveled ghost, prematurely aging." Only then did Ting Feng say, "I really have to stop drinking and taking drugs." Nuo Qin went over to hold her sister's hand, "What's going on?" Ting Feng was stunned for a while, and then replied softly, "I'm thirty years old, I feel a little bit touched."

Nuo Qin said nothing, this is the title of a ready-made novel. After a while she said: "A woman who is so capable on weekdays..." Ting Feng smiled wryly, while rubbing his face, "Both cheeks hurt so badly, as if I've been beaten." Nuoqin dare not say that she was the one who beat her sister vigorously. She looked at her watch with an excuse, "I'll take care of Didi..." "please." "Still saying things like that." When Nuoqin arrived, the maid let out a sigh of relief. "It's fine, don't worry, everything will be as usual, only when she goes out for a few days."

The maid can't help but should be. Nuoqin grooms Di Di herself. I really didn't expect a child to go out so hard. Just like an adult, he is fully armed, his school uniform is neatly pressed, and his shoes and socks are neat. And that big schoolbag, if you can digest all the contents, it will be the number one in the world. Nuoqin carried the schoolbag for her, and it was so heavy that her shoulders sank. Didi smiled. The driver is waiting downstairs, living here in the city without having to squeeze public transport, and it takes a few lifetimes to get it done. He is really a privileged person, and Cen Tingfeng is considered capable.

Didi leaned on her aunt. Nuo Qin used the time in the car to recite new English words silently with her. Didi suddenly asked: "Auntie, when will you get married?" "Ah, it's a long, long time." Didi was a little worried, "Mom said, you have your own home and your own children, so you don't have time to take care of us." "Your mother underestimated me, I will always be your aunt." She sent her to school. Back home, she talked with Li Zhongfu on the phone, and she sat down to start writing a new novel. Thirty years old, a little emotional. This juncture is the most difficult, because I have officially entered the new middle-aged stage, and all my achievements can't resist the panic of getting old. Because many people can't accept this fact, they have to pretend to be young and pretend to be 26, 78 or 26 forever. Nuoqin has made up her mind that she will not escape like that. She aspires to be the only writer in the city who does not conceal her age. She faxed the first paragraph of the novel, and was about to see Tingfeng when the editorial department called. "Miss Cen, I'm Guan Chaoqin." "What's your business?" "Received your new novel." Is it to praise her for her good writing? The tone is not the same. "Miss Cen, you can write whatever comes to your mind. It's a big problem for the editorial department." Cen Nuoqin asked calmly, "What's the matter?" "Thirty years old, a little melancholy, this is not a subject that young readers like to read." Nuo Qin was taken aback, "Among the readers, there is no one over 30 years old? How old are you?" "I'm not a reader, I'm an editor." "In your opinion, what should be done?" "Miss Cen, what are you planning to write, first go to the editorial room for a meeting, and the colleagues have no objections before starting to write?" Nuo Qin smiled, "Is the editorial department so powerful?" "This is my editorial office." Guan Chaoqin's attitude was extremely arrogant. Cen Nuoqin couldn't help admonishing him: "But this is not your newspaper, not your world. You just hang on to power and interfere with creative freedom, causing dozens of pens to be reduced to one word. I don't agree. I resign. You don't have to worry about it." She put down the phone, took her coat and went out. I was in a calm mood along the way, I just felt that I talked too much, everyone had their own way of doing things, and they couldn't cooperate, so they retreated immediately and taught others what to do. He's not eighteen twenty-two, he's not even twenty-eight thirty-two, he must have his reasons even today, if there is any anxiety, society will naturally weed him out, why use Cen Nuoqin to act for the heavens. Arriving at the hospital, Tingfeng is going through the discharge procedures. Tingfeng looked at her. "Your face is uglier than mine." "Forgot to powder it." "Remember the days when you didn't have to wear makeup?" Nuoqin smiled, "It's as big as Didi." Ting Feng was melancholy, "My father just passed away, and life is not easy." Nuo Qin replied: "I will never miss those days." "It's no wonder you lost your parents when you were young, so of course you only hope that you will grow up quickly." "I think the best day of my life will always be now," Nuoqin said. "I appreciate the optimism." "People should cherish the present and look forward." Ting Feng suddenly asked: "Did Li Zhongfu propose marriage?" Nuo Qin replied: "Zhongfu's house is not like a pound of white bread? It's boring, but it's a pity to throw it away if you are full." Ting Feng said, "It's too mean." The sisters got into the car. "Let me think about what white bread can be used for," said Norkin. "I love the garlic bread with onion soup, excellent." "Bread and butter pudding." "Well, a corned beef sandwich." "Egg French toast." "Wow, it's not easy." Ting Feng smiled: "Look, white bread can be colorful in the master's kitchen." "Okay, it depends on my cooking skills." They laughed for a while, and Nuo Qin suddenly asked, "Are you okay?" Tingfeng replied: "Please rest assured." Nuoqin said: "We are all lonely." "By the way, a while ago, didn't you say you were going to write a column called Lonely Heart?" Nuoqin looked around, "My stomach is the loneliest right now, and I want to eat French snails." Sending my sister home, she ran to the best French restaurant alone. Ordered three fresh dishes in a row: fried oysters, steamed mussels, and grilled snails. The waiter asked politely: "Miss, are you here to try Lai?" She shook her head. "What wine to serve with?" "Give me a vanilla ice cream soda." She ate very sweetly while thinking about her way out. It is also a good way to simply learn to do business from my sister, or find a teaching position. Sitting behind Nuo Qin are two gorgeous girls in luxurious and exaggerated clothes, about the same age as her, chatting, their voices are not loud, but Nuo Qin has sharp ears and can hear every sentence clearly. "How's Uncle Chen's income recently?" The other laughed, "He has plenty of ways." It is honest and entertaining to simply call the account as Abo. "Really," said the other incredulously, "what else is there to do?" "Huh! Stocks still go up and down by more than 100 or 200 points every day. You can be sure that they are still the same as before." "Oh, Uncle Chen is really capable." "Where's your uncle Zhou?" Nuoqin couldn't help smiling slightly, wonderful and humorous, I really didn't expect this generation of young women who are looking for a living on the account to behave like this. The subject changed. "Have you seen the jewels that Huang Jianhuifang will auction? There are a lot of them. They have no sense of beauty and are so ugly." "Even the super nouveau riche have to sell their assets to cash out in a hurry, which is embarrassing." "She said she didn't wait for money." "There is an old and out-of-the-ordinary saying that there is no silver three hundred taels here." "If you didn't buy it back then, you don't have to sell it today." "Even if you sell it, you don't need to sell it at this time! Also, there is no need to show up and call for a sale." "Oh, it's like a dream of Huang Liang." Nuo Qin was in awe, ah, street smarts are better than ten years of reading. She turned her face slightly and saw the two women. I am 27 or 28 years old, with vicissitudes in my eyes, I have been rolling in this terrible high sea for more than ten years, and I can go ashore, but seeing that there are still some scum to be found, I am not willing to give up, so I have adopted a semi-retirement status, but I don’t need to wet my feet anymore . The city has been prosperous for 20 years, and given this ticket to an unknown girl, Jinyi and gourmet food, if you are economically minded, you can go ashore to bask in the sun before your 30s. However, there are also countless people who perish and drown to death, become unjust ghosts, and will never be reborn. Nuoqin let out a breath. She was full, paid the bill, stood up, turned around, the two girls had left, the seat was empty, and the glass was covered with purple-brown rouge marks, proving that the two of them were indeed sitting there just now, not Huang Liang Yimeng. He didn't drink, and his steps were a little staggering. She drives home. Millions of people never imagined this day would come. There was a call waiting for her, and it was Lin Lihong's voice: "The editorial department's guideline is that if someone asks to resign, they will never stay." Nuo Qin smiled and said to herself: "I won't be so naive as to use the old-fashioned method of retreating into advance." "The editorial department—" Nuoqin turned off the telephone recorder. The phone rang again. "Cen Nuoqin, I'm Lin Lihong." Nuo Qin was surprised, "You have been promoted?" "The same is the assistant." "Too hard." Lin Lihong didn't mind the author's teasing, "It should." "Don't you realize that your talents are of little use?" Lin Lihong smiled, "Everything has a beginning." This lady is not simple. "What's the matter?" "Are you in a better mood?" "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." "Guan Chaoqin is also kind. The older generation of editors used to have more complicated guidelines, but the author was convinced and regarded it as the golden rule. The new generation of editors does not have such blessings. You somewhat look down on us." "He has his siblings, let's promote that group." "Miss Writing---" "My name is Cen Nuoqin." "Waiting for your manuscript." "Am I the only one who gets emotional?" Lin Lihong just smiled and said nothing. "Or, does everyone need comfort?" "How to become a writer without personality, with personality, of course you have to play with personality." Nuoqin laughed, and her vigilance was greatly reduced, "Lin Lihong, you are so interesting." "I haven't learned from you yet." "What's so lovely about this job is that you get to meet exceptionally smart people." "Then, please continue to submit the manuscript, otherwise, no one will pay attention to you." Nuo Qin sat down and opened the reader's letter. "Miss Wenbi, I'm a web expert, how about setting up a special page for your mailbox? You can answer questions directly with readers." Nuoqin shook her head and stepped into the room, what to do, she believed that the author should maintain a proper distance from the readers. Another letter: "Miss Wenbi, I have a tea room in the tourist area. The business has not been good recently. I want to cooperate with you. I plan to sell books and coffee on the other side. I would like you to sign, chat with readers, and exchange books with readers." Opinion, what do you think? You can join the stake..." Nuo Qin laughed. Wow, staying here for a long time, waiting for teaching, talking and laughing with Tu, this is not an escort lady, do you want to buy a clock and go to the street?It's too whimsical, this is called sitting behind closed doors and insulting heaven. I couldn't find a single letter to answer today. If it was Wen Si, the cowhide snake, he must have answered sweetly and hypocritically: "Oh, your suggestion is very good. I never thought that I could get so close to the readers and become good friends with each other. I will discuss it with the publishing house. " At that time, she can teach readers how to lose weight, remove freckles, cure cancer, exorcise ghosts, and transfer luck. how nice. The third letter is very frightening: "I am sixteen years old. I fell in love with my father's friend. I was obstructed by my parents. It was very painful. I read the news and saw that a similar girl in Taiwan jumped off a building and died in love. I felt it was a relief." A telephone address is appended at the end of the letter. In a moment of impatience, Nuoqin forgot her own commandment: keep your distance. The phone was dialed, and a girl answered the phone. "I am Wen Bi, the host of Lonely Heart Mailbox, and I want to find Li Baolian who wrote to me." "I'm Li Baolian, hahahaha, I didn't expect you to call, thank you, I won the bet, hey, Baoqiong, do you hear me, I won." Nuo Qin was furious. She blushed and dropped the phone with a snap. There are endless troubles. If the other party has a caller display device, it is not difficult to know her home phone number. So impulsive. I hate those gangsters who always use people's sympathy to set traps. Nuoqin looked calmly to see if there was anything unusual. Fortunately, luckily, the other party didn't call to continue harassing her. But Nuoqin's appetite has been whetted, and she no longer wants to write. She collapsed on the sofa, shaded her eyes with a cushion, and dozed off. Disturbed mind, unable to completely calm down. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful young woman walking towards her, nodding and smiling, "I'm in trouble at work." "how do you know?" "Look at your facial features are all wrinkled together." "Hey, who are you?" Nuo Qin was extremely moved by her caring and gentle tone. The young woman did not answer. In the blink of an eye, Nuo Qin understood, "Mom, you are mother." She shed tears. "Mommy mommy." Nuoqin woke up with a start. The air is a bit chilly, and I have finally survived this bitter summer, and what follows, I hope it will not be an eventful autumn. My sister is looking for her. "Come over for dinner if you have nothing to do." Nuo Qin said softly: "Tingfeng, I saw my mother in a dream." Tingfeng was silent. I met my sister and realized that she was looking at real estate information in Vancouver. Qi is odd in a place where foreigners advertise, but they advertise in Chinese, with headlines: "Welcome to bargain", "Strong discount", "Consider any bargain", "Please boldly bargain", and there is another "Crazy discount" million", seeing that it has been dragged down by the recession in Asia. Nuoqin looked at it, wow, all of them are mansions like the demonstrations in Architectural Digest, the master bedroom can play football, and the wall by the swimming pool has hand-painted scenery, which is magnificent. Nuo Qin said: "You bought it, and I will enjoy the happiness with the past." "Look at this room." Nuoqin looked at the address, "Howe Bay, it's too far away." However, the house is facing the Pacific Ocean, and it is so peaceful. The whole house is decorated in white, against the magnificent colorful sunset, which makes Nuoqin yearn for it. Living in that kind of place, maybe being able to talk to my mother, maybe. Ting Feng asked: "How is it?" Nuoqin chanted softly, "There is no rhyme suitable for the vulgar. Sexual love is hills and hills, and fell into the dust net by mistake. It has been thirty years." Ting Feng sighed, "You haven't had that long, but I'm just fine." "Sister, do you have that much money?" "Not much." She smiled. Nuo Qin admired, "You really have a way." "The most capable man is not the one who has the good cards, but the one who knows when to leave the table." I have heard it countless times, but it is very difficult for anyone to do it. In the picture, there is a sample forehead on the stove in the mansion, "Hey, it seems to be in Chinese." If you look carefully, it turns out that the words are "The moon is the hometown of Ming". Oops, the owner is Chinese. Living in such a beautiful house, every day is beautiful, the furniture is decorated, and it is so westernized that there is no trace of Chinese taste, but still homesick, and I still feel that the moon is my hometown. I left my hometown forever and said goodbye to the well. On the surface, I got used to blending in, but deep down, I felt uneasy. Nuoqin would like to know the owner. "What are you thinking?" "Ah, it's inconvenient to live there and study." "Tingfeng said: "I just don't want to live in a busy area. " "There must be place in the comparison." "Have to go there in person." Nuo Qin nodded. "You come too." "No, I will stay and take care of Didi." "In the future, you will accompany us, how about two girls working together in one room?" Nuo Qin smiled. She talked with Didi for a while. Didi suddenly asked: "When did grandma die?" "A long time ago." "You are sad." "The person who gave birth to me is no longer there, and some parts of my body have also passed away with her. In the future, even the greatest happiness will be compromised, and I am very helpless." But the child understood, and was silent for a moment, "Auntie, let's talk about something else." At night, Lin Lihong looked for her. "On Saturday, Guan Chaoqin invites me to dinner to contact the editor and author." "I'm busy." "Miss Cen──" Lin Lihong dragged out his voice. "It's my mother's death day, so it's not convenient for me to have a banquet." "You used to like to come out the most. Everyone was bragging, playing games and drinking red wine. I don't know how happy you are." Nuo Qin continued, "Then compare each other with suspicion and sarcasm, how hypocritical and boring." "Will Vince go?" "Yes, you can guess who is her in the banquet, the best Yuqing program." Nuoqin was annoyed, "I'm sorry, I'm not free." "Such a bad temper──" "Should be hungry?" "The sky has no eyes, and you are so famous and rich, so you are even more arrogant." Is this the Cen Nuoqin in the eyes of others? "Your name is solid in the weak market, I admire you." Relying on a mailbox, I really don't know whether it is sadness or joy. Reader's letter: "I have been married for three years, and I suddenly reunited with my old lover on the side of the road. I can't suppress the desire in my heart. Obviously, he also feels the same. We hope to get back together. However, both of us have families. His second child has just been born. We are at a loss, please advise us." Nuoqin sighed. Since the mailbox was established, the pronunciation of the letters in the past few decades seems to have not improved. She replied: "Both parties have families and children. They really need to take care of the overall situation and control themselves. The advice is to forget the past and work hard for the future. Please be a little bit more hypocritical and maintain the current relationship with your spouse." He thought that such a standard answer should be awarded, but no, he was scolded by Wensi again. "Cold-blooded, nonsense, incomprehensible, heartless so-called advice!" This Wen Si seems to have decided to build happiness on the pain of writing, no matter what the writing writes, Wen Si will yell at him. Nuo Qin couldn't bear it anymore, and said to the editorial department: "I want to break up with this person." "If you are not convinced, you can scold back." "Unfortunately I have a few extra years of study." "I forgot to tell you! Vince has a PhD." "I still despise her." "Noqin, the only thing worse than being friends with someone you despise is having a grudge against him." "I decided to split up, please find another partner for me." "Nuoqin, listen to me" "Stop talking." Lin Lihong pondered, "We'll talk about it after a meeting." It's ironic that I like to hold meetings like that, and everyone has a lot to discuss, but the sales are declining. Wen Si was the kind of person who saw Nuo Qin and wanted to slap her hard until her nostrils bleed. Hatred is as deep as the sea. This person trampled on Cen Nuoqin in spiked shoes, trying to destroy the reputation she had built up over the past five years. Who is it? Zhu Xiangcai, Cao Hengke, Huang Biyu?Suddenly recalling so many names, it can be seen that Cen Nuoqin has quite a few enemies. In the evening, the phone call came. "Nuoqin, I will visit someone with you. If she is willing to come out to answer with you and co-host the club's mailbox, then Wen Si can be kicked out." "Who?" "Dragon Word Sign." "Oh, it's senior." Lin Lihong smiled, "Don't call her senior, just call her Miss Long when you meet her." "Will this person's speech be outdated?" Lin Lihong harbored malicious intentions, "If you are advanced, you will get it. The sharp contrast is so interesting." "Will people be fooled?" "Have promised to see us." "It's a pity that people who have landed on the shore come to swim in the muddy water again." "Don't be lonely." The Lonely Heart Mailbox is hosted by people who are unwilling to be lonely. "To her house on Saturday afternoon." "Where do you live, an outlying island?" "Don't underestimate your senior. When she makes money, the US dollar is only exchanged to five yuan. She lives on the mountain." Disrespect and disrespect, it seems that he is not another old draftsman. Arriving near the senior's residence, Nuoqin didn't believe that there was such a good environment in the urban area. "Yo," she said to Lin Lihong, "the manuscript fee will be increased." Lin Lihong immediately teased her: "Miss Cen has no other things on her mind." Nuoqin immediately became vigilant, if she was really greedy, even if she asked her superiors, she must not mention it lightly anytime and anywhere, making people laugh. Nuo Qin suddenly fell silent. Lin Lihong felt that he had slipped his words, so he had to keep silent. Fortunately, the two girls were quite generous, so they didn't pursue it any further. After a while, they met Lin Lihong and said, "Look, you can live well in the bustling city." The semi-independent small bungalow is backed by mountains and facing the sea, which is indescribably quiet. As soon as the seal was pressed, the hostess answered the door in person. She is a middle-aged woman with delicate features, short hair, wearing plain clothes, energetic and smiling. "welcome." People and indoor layout generally make guests feel refreshed and comfortable. Nuoqin couldn't help feeling admiration: I want to be this comfortable when I'm old.  Lin Lihong introduced them both. The mediocre woman holds out black tea, coffee and pastries for hospitality. Nuoqin nestled in the big white sofa, flipping through the picture album of Mengna lotus pond on the coffee table, completely forgetting the purpose of coming here. Lin Lihong coughed, "Ms. Long, it's a great honor for you to meet us." "Too polite." "Ms. Long, we would like to invite you out of the mountain." What a senior, he took his time, smiled and replied in a calm manner: "I feel very happy that you invited me." Lin Lihong jumped up, "Is that a promise?" Ms. Long held her down, "Listen to me." Nuoqin quickly put down the mango cheesecake from her lips, "Ms. Long please treat me to the noodles." But the senior smiled at Mimi and said, "I've already retired." Nuo Qin was careful, and noticed that the senior was wearing a Platinum Patel Philippe men's watch on his wrist, and Guz flat-heeled crocodile leather shoes on his feet. He had a rather low-key personality and didn't like to show off, so he had no reason to come back. Sure enough, she said: "Writing is hard work, I leave it to you to do it, come and have a cup of tea when you have time, and tell me the new prosperity of the literary world." Lin Lihong was disappointed. Cen Nuoqin then asked: "Do you think the supplement of Universe Daily is good?" Ms. Long still had a big smile on her face, "It's all well written, I read it every day." Lin Lihong still wanted to save her, but Long Yanzheng had already stood up, "Please come and enjoy the flowers." It turned out that there were many roses planted in the back garden, and the air was full of sweet fragrance. Most of them had fallen off, but the buds continued to grow. They chatted for a while before leaving.