Chapter 13... Born, follow my mother.
Jiang He hunched over and vomited there for a long time, but nothing came out, but at least he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.
"...If grandma asks, I'll tell you it's a thyroid cyst. The doctor recommends removing it. In fact, it's not a big deal. Do you think it's okay?"
Jiang Xiaoping discussed with Jiang He in the elevator how to better deceive her grandma. Jiang He was so uncomfortable that she couldn't hear clearly what her mother was saying and just nodded randomly.
When she was about to get out of the elevator, Jiang He stopped letting Jiang Xiaoping help her, saying that she was afraid that her grandma would be more worried, so Jiang Xiaoping did the next best thing and grabbed her hand.
Jiang He's hands were covered in cold sweat, as wet and cold as ice. Jiang Xiaoping felt even more uncomfortable. She raised her head slightly and blinked her eyes quickly several times, fearing that tears would fall unconsciously.
"You two are really connected as mother and daughter. You hid it from me... Why does He'er look so ugly? Come in and have a rest!"
Liang Xiujing had obviously been guarding the door. As soon as Jiang He and his daughter got out of the elevator, she opened the entrance door. When she opened her mouth, her tone was to accuse Jiang He, but when she saw Jiang He's haggard and weak appearance, she became angry. They all stopped immediately, and it was too late to feel distressed.
"I didn't mean to hide it from you, grandma, didn't this just... ugh!" Before Jiang He could finish his sentence, his stomach began to churn violently again.
She hurriedly covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom with staggering steps. As soon as the toilet lid was opened, she vomited out. The muscles in her throat spasmed and pulled repeatedly, and the incision hurt so much that Jiang He burst into tears and runny nose. Lose.
Jiang Xiaoping chased into the bathroom, and when she saw Jiang He's appearance, she couldn't stand it, and she didn't dare to let Liang Xiujing in.
"Mom, um... you go and cook some food for He'er. She has to take medicine. She can't do it on an empty stomach." Jiang Xiaoping nervously blocked the door and pushed Liang Xiujing towards the kitchen. "Look, do you want to cook porridge or not?" What about some noodles?"
"Just leave me alone and go see how He'er is doing?"
Liang Xiujing was so anxious that she stamped her feet and obviously started to speak indiscriminately, "I just said that I was not happy anywhere at home, and I dreamed that He'er was crying with me... I knew something was going to happen! You, you, you How can you be a mother to someone else, and how can a good daughter become so sick!"
When Jiang Xiaoping heard this, she felt as if she had been slapped in the face. She was stunned. After a while, she regained her composure. She smiled self-deprecatingly at her mother. It's three times more painful than crying.
"...Yeah, how can I be such a mother?"
Jiang Xiaoping never showed a trace of nervousness or worry in front of Jiang He. She acted calmly as if her daughter just had a bad cold. In fact, when she first received the call from Yan Su, Jiang Xiaoping heard the word "cancer" , she was so frightened that her legs were weak and she could not stand up. Even the store manager drove her there.
While waiting for the roast duck, she secretly cried. Later, she went to Jiang He's house to pack her things for the hospital, wiping her tears while doing so. Now that Liang Xiujing said it, her tears started to fall again.
"Why do you keep going back as you live longer? Why are you crying? It's just He'er who wants to cry..."
Liang Xiujing slapped Jiang Xiaoping in disgust. She suddenly thought of something and she couldn't stand up. "...Is He'er's disease incurable?"
"No! It's nothing, it's just a cyst. It has been removed and the operation was very successful, haha!" Jiang Xiaoping hurriedly explained to her mother, and in the end she laughed twice in a superfluous way.
"Then why are you crying all of a sudden? I thought He'er had cancer... Bah, bah, bah, God, I'm talking nonsense, don't take it to heart!"
Liang Xiujing bowed her hands together and knocked on the wooden door frame three more times before she felt relieved, "Go and see He'er quickly. I'm going to make some food now."
Jiang He vomited until his mouth was filled with bitter bile, and his churning stomach barely held on to the water tank and tried to stand up, but her knees shook as if the screws were loose. Thanks to Jiang Xiaoping, who grabbed her armpits and lifted her up, Jiang He didn't fall into the toilet full of vomit.
"Rinse your mouth first." Jiang Xiaoping brought a cup of warm water to Jiang He's mouth. Jiang He wanted to take it himself, but his hands were shaking, so he had to let Jiang Xiaoping feed her.
Jiang He rinsed her mouth three or four times before the bitter taste in her mouth subsided a little. She noticed that she had vomited all over the toilet. There was an extremely unpleasant sour smell in the bathroom, and Jiang He could smell it. Disgusting.
She was just about to clean when Jiang Xiaoping stopped her.
"Don't worry about it. I'll clean up later. Do you want to go to the house and take a nap?" Jiang Xiaoping asked softly.
Jiang He shook his head. She was a bit mysophobic and couldn't go to bed without taking a shower.
"Then lie down on the sofa for a while. Grandma is cooking noodles for you. After a while, you can drink some and take medicine. It won't be so uncomfortable."
Jiang He lay on his back on the cloud-like dark green sofa in the living room. He felt like a Lego toy that had been smashed and put together haphazardly. It seemed as if some important parts were missing. Everything was wrong, and his tears seemed to be uncontrollable. Blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, not all because of pain, but also grievance. Jiang He couldn't figure out why he was so unlucky all of a sudden.
"...It hurts, right? If you bear with it a little longer, you'll be able to take the medicine soon." Jiang Xiaoping said while wiping Jiang He's tears with a tissue.
Jiang He was a little embarrassed and struggled to sit up. Jiang Xiaoping quickly held her shoulders.
"Cry when it hurts, laugh when you are happy, and feel uncomfortable when you are sick...it's not shameful at all, really." Jiang Xiaoping said calmly, and the corners of her mouth were raised in response, but Jiang He noticed her mother's eyes. All red.
Jiang Xiaoping gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Jiang He's eyes with her thumb. At this moment, Jiang He felt even more aggrieved for no reason. He wanted to throw himself into Jiang Xiaoping's arms like he did when he was a child, crying and calling mom, "I feel hurt."
The problem is that she is no longer a child, and less than two hours ago, she tore apart the mother-daughter love they tried so hard to pretend to, and she really had no shame in doing so.
"I want to take off my makeup." Jiang He said hoarsely.
"You lie down and Mom will take it off for you. I'll make sure it's completely done for you."
Jiang Xiaoping quickly returned to the sofa with a box of makeup removers, filled a basin of warm water and placed it on the side table. Finally, she also lit a scented candle, specifically choosing Maison Margiela's Lazy Weekend.
"Ms. Jiang, close your eyes and let's just relax." Jiang Xiaoping put Jiang He's head on her lap and spoke in a tone like a senior beautician at a high-end skin care center. Jiang He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. .
Two cotton pads soaked with eye and lip makeup remover were gently placed on her eyes.
"Let's wait for 45 seconds first... Miss Jiang's skin is really good. How do you usually take care of it?" Jiang Xiaoping was very interested.
"...Born, just follow my mother." Jiang He was also very cooperative.
(End of this chapter)