Chapter 296: Under the Grape Trellis, I Know My Emotions
Qiao Xiangxiu moved back to the general ward, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Huifang asked Qiao Jinfeng, Gu Xihe and Qiao Jinling to go home, and she would guard them. If these children stayed up any longer, they would probably fall ill.
"That's fine. Let's go back and tidy up before coming back in the evening."
Gu Xihe felt sorry for his daughter-in-law. After working and taking care of her for several days, she looked very haggard.
"Don't worry. There is a doctor here anyway, so there won't be any problem. Lingling, your dad is at home and said he was going to make porridge and bring it over. Then you can take care of Xiaoxue."
Sun Huifang thought of everyone.
"Lingling, let's take you home."
Qiao Jinfeng warmly invites you.
"No, I have to go back to school first. The teacher informed me two days ago that I should go back and fill in the information. I will go take a look today."
Qiao Jinling's eyes flickered because she suddenly remembered that the address she left was the school's. What if Song Yishan wrote to her? She wouldn't receive it at all.
I think it has been 14 years since I was reborn. In the summer of 1999, although the entire society had undergone great development and changes, communication was still not convenient. Even the popular PHS was only put into use in third- and fourth-tier cities.
, and it is not popular in big cities such as Shanghai and Beijing.
It was not until 2003 that PHS completely entered the Beijing market, and the country showed a blowout trend. However, it did not take many years for mobile phones to dominate the world.
If people want to contact them, they either need a bp machine and then use a landline to reply, or those doing business have a mobile phone, which has not yet reached the level where everyone has a mobile phone.
Qiao Jinling thought wildly that the millennium was coming soon and she was almost 20 years old. Life was passing so fast.
I used to feel that every day was difficult. The so-called life was like a year, but that was it.
Life is getting better now, day after day, year after year. Inadvertently, time slips away again. When I first came back from rebirth, my parents were still young and middle-aged people, but now they have gray hair on their temples.
"Are you really not going to let us take you? It doesn't matter if we send you back to school."
Qiao Jinfeng is worried about Qiao Jinling.
"It's okay. There is a bus directly to the school in front of the hospital. I will go back to the school to take a look, and then go home. I will also come to the hospital in the evening. You can go back and take a shower! We both stink."
Qiao Jinling showed a bright smile. This level was finally passed. As for how to teach Chen Guoqiang a lesson, that was the next step.
"Sister Jinfeng, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting weird?"
Qiao Jinling looked at Qiao Jinfeng's face. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare, but couldn't help but laugh. It was really strange.
"Well, that's it. Let's go first, and you can chat slowly."
Qiao Jinfeng gently tugged at the corner of Gu Xihe's clothes. Gu Xihe didn't know what was going on, but he still followed his wife obediently.
"What are we talking about slowly? What are you talking about?"
Qiao Jinling didn't understand. She turned around and saw Song Yishan standing under the grape trellis of the hospital. His eyebrows were lightly shadowed by the green leaves, and his posture was upright and good-looking. Qiao Jinling looked at Song Yishan like this, and her heart was filled with emotions.
"How did you find yourself in the hospital? I have to go back to school. Have you written to me? Something happened at home in the past two days and you haven't returned to school. I should have left you my home address. Have you given it to me?
You left your home phone number? I was so careless."
Qiao Jinling jumped over and ran over, unable to hide the surprise on her face, chattering non-stop. She didn't expect Song Yishan to come over. For such a rule-oriented person, it was really rare for someone to do something a little out of the ordinary.
"I know. I asked my aunt about it, so I came to the hospital."
Song Yishan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, but his red eyes and hoarse voice revealed his anxiety and worry.
"Oh, that's it."
Qiao Jinling felt that both Qiao Jinfeng and Song Jingyan were doctors, and she didn't know how the news spread. It seemed that Song Jingyan also knew that the two were getting back together.
"How is your second aunt?"
"Out of danger."
"That's good. How are you?"
Song Yishan suddenly stretched out his hand, with a panicked expression, and touched the shallow scratches on Qiao Jinling's neck. His fingertips were cold, and Qiao Jinling's hot skin suddenly felt refreshed.
The moment the skin came into contact, Qiao Jinling felt a warm and very thin electric current rush out from the back, waist and abdomen, crawling up the spine, tingling, flowing into the blood, and reaching the Tianling Cap.
"Uh, I'm fine."
The heat flowed to the back of the head and spread towards the neck. Qiao Jinling's white and shiny earlobes were covered with a light pink color, and even the scratches became more vivid and dazzling.
"That person hit you?"
There was anger hidden in Song Yishan's eyes, the muscles on his face were trembling, and his lips were pursed tightly, like a lion about to become angry. He was not at all as gentle and gentle as usual.
"No, no, I scratched it myself, not someone else who hit me. No one can hit me yet."
Qiao Jinling waved her hands repeatedly and explained the whole story clearly, which made the anger in Song Yishan's eyes gradually subside.
"Why hurt yourself?"
Song Yishan softened his tone and gently touched the wound with his fingertips. His eyes were covered with a layer of light mist, like waves, and there was a touch of red at the end of his eyes, as if he was about to cry.
"No, don't you think I'm fine now? Don't make such a fuss. You don't know that Chen Guoqiang was beaten even worse by me. He looked like a big pig's head, and his left and right cheeks were swollen, hahaha..."
Qiao Jinling tried to divert his attention, but it didn't seem to work. Song Yishan seemed not to hear it, his throat rolled, and he said softly: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt at all. I'm very measured in my actions. Let's not talk about this topic. I know you are smart. If you want to avenge me, you might as well think about how to deal with this bastard Chen Guoqiang!"
When Qiao Jinling thought of that extremely dirty face, she felt sick, as if she had swallowed two ounces of lard and it was stuck in her throat.
"Okay. I'll help you."
Song Yishan regained his elegant demeanor, but this calmness contained a hint of conspiracy and calculation that he had never seen before.
He has always been unwilling to engage in small tricks and intrigues. He feels that it is not a man's fault, but he must know how to adapt and use the same method to deal with whomever he wants.
China's five diplomatic principles of peaceful coexistence are mutual respect for sovereignty and territorial integrity, mutual non-aggression, non-interference in each other's internal affairs, equality and mutual benefit, and peaceful coexistence.
Non-aggression is the prerequisite. Since someone has invaded his territory, he will naturally retaliate and show no mercy.
Qiao Jinling has never seen Song Yishan like this. He treats gentlemen with courtesy and treats villains with iron fist and resourcefulness. Qiao Jinling felt that Song Yishan was shining.