chapter 9 repay kindness with kindness

Penelope drove me here for 20 minutes at a speed of 100 miles per hour, which means that I am now at least 30 kilometers away from my residence. I feel like dying. Why have I been involved in all these incredible things recently?

I picked up my slippers from the ground, tucked my clothes, and looked up. Fortunately, the Big Dipper was still shining. I found the brightest Yuheng star. After confirming the east, west, north, and west, I shined towards the blurry lights in the distance. Walking away feels like a lonely escape.

After half an hour, I finally saw a road with cars on it. When I looked closely, I really wanted to strangle that vicious woman to death. In front of me was the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway at the junction of Suzhou and Wuxi.

It was almost dawn when I was driven to the city by a kind passerby. I took a taxi to my residence. In the end, I didn’t even pay the fare because I didn’t bring my wallet, so I threw the unfinished half pack of cigarettes to him. The driver ran away.

Entering the community, the flame of my anger began to burn. I wanted to talk to Penelope, not about life or ideals, but about why she did this to me.

Back in the house, I put the guitar on the table in the living room, went to Penelope's door, raised my hand and knocked hard as if to vent: "Is it fun to play with me? Do you know that I have to go to work tomorrow?" He looked at the already bright sky outside the window and corrected: "No, it's today. You've been tossing me like this all night. How can I go to work? Then my boss will be unhappy and fire me. You support me." ah"

I kept chattering, but there was no response from the room.

"If you want me to scold you even more harshly, just continue pretending not to hear me." I said and knocked hard on the door again.

There was still no response from the room.

"Didn't she come back?" I twisted the door handle in confusion, only to find that it was locked.

Anyway, in Penelope eyes, I was a scumbag, and it was not a crime to break into her room at night. I found the key to her room from a bunch of keys, and then opened the door. Regardless of whether she slept or not, I had to be with her. Nagging.

I turned on the light and finally saw Penelope lying sideways on the bed. She was covered with a quilt and her back was facing me, still silent.

"You slept peacefully. Have you ever thought about what I suffered from? The wind blowing all the way made my nose runny." I sneezed, rubbed my nose, and said angrily: "I tell you, I In the past 20 years of my life, I have never seen you act like this. You are so thief and so unkind."

No matter how much I scolded her, she remained calm and unmoved.

Just when I was about to pull her up from the bed and argue with her face to face, she suddenly coughed violently.

According to common sense in life, if the sneezing I just had was a cold, then her coughing was definitely a fever, and she must have caught a cold last night.

I was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "God's eyes are open, you have been punished."

Penelope coughed again, but didn't speak to me. I don't know if she was too lazy to pay attention to me, or because she was in the pain of having a fever and was unable to fight with me.

"Get out."Penelope said to me coldly after a while.

"You don't need to remind me, I just like to die without saving anything. You deserve to be coughed to death, retribution." I said and strode out of Penelope's room.

He was about to take a hot bath and squint for a while, but he heard coughing intermittently coming from Penelope's room.

I stopped walking to the bathroom and suddenly fell into a struggle for no reason. I always felt that I was the only man in the room. She was coughing so helplessly. Do I really want to watch like this?

"Forget it, after being a scumbag for so long, let's do a good deed and treat it as a sign of good deeds." I said to myself.

I put the towel in my hand on the sofa, walked to the kitchen, found a piece of ginger and a bag of old brown sugar, lit the gas stove and cooked ginger and brown sugar soup.

I was so sleepy that I could hardly open my eyes, so I lit a cigarette to refresh myself, and then looked at the brown sugar and ginger soup in the pot with some numbness.

A round of rising sun has already leaked out of the sky on the easternmost side of the window. The wind is blowing slightly from the spider plant hanging on the balcony. The new day exudes the vitality and freshness that has been regular for hundreds of millions of years in the morning. I am a little entranced. This The world at that time is charming, and it seems to belong to me alone. Maybe compared to this rare morning, I don't like the feasting and feasting at night so much.

Penelope's coughing woke me up from my daze, and I realized that the ginger soup had been boiling in the pot for a while. I turned off the gas stove, filled a bowl with it and walked towards Penelope's room.

"I've made a bowl of ginger soup. Please drink it." I stood beside Penelope's bed and said to her.

"You don't have to be so kind."

"Who is being kind to you? I'm afraid that your constant coughing will affect my sleep," I said dissatisfied.

Penelope said ungratefully: "If you move out, you won't be able to hear me anymore."

"I'm moving. You'll die from coughing and no one will know at home. Stop talking nonsense and drink the ginger soup quickly." I said, putting down the bowl in my hand and raising Penelope's pillow up, and then roughly pushed her away. Helped him up.

I touched her forehead and found that it was really hot. I picked up the bowl on the bedside table and handed it to her: "Drink the ginger soup first."

Penelope no longer struggled with her body, took the ginger soup from my hand and drank it. Although she was still silent, her expression was not as cold as before.

"After you finish drinking, you can sleep under the quilt. Leave the bowl alone and I'll come back to collect it later. You have a low fever. Take some anti-fever medicine and you'll be fine if you sweat a little."

I was afraid that my cold would get worse, so I put on a thick coat before going out. I rarely get sick and I don’t have any daily medicine at home, so I had to go to the pharmacy to buy some antipyretics and cough medicine for Penelope.

It was still too early, and the pharmacies were not open for business. I walked several stops before I found an open clinic. After buying the medicine, I immediately took a taxi back. After all this time, it was already 7:30.

I returned to my residence again and came to Penelope's room, but she was already asleep. Seeing her breathing evenly and her expression quiet, I didn't wake her up again.

I found her mobile phone in her bag, dialed my number, and left a note on her bedside table: "When you wake up, remember to take antipyretics and cough medicine. If you have any questions, call me." , I already have the number in your phone. The scum in your eyes, the angel in my own eyes Maxwell Yangliu"

I gently tucked her into bed and left her room.

After taking a hot shower and not having time to have breakfast, I got on the bus to the company and started the day's work in a state of low spirits.

I was so sleepy that I yawned one after another, and finally I simply fell asleep with my chin in one hand in a very technical position. If I didn't get closer, you would never notice that I was sleeping.

Wesley was busy because she was getting married. She didn't come to the company until almost ten o'clock. She raised her hand and slapped me awake: "You went to the nightclub again last night."

I got angry when I thought about what happened last night, but I couldn't blame Wesley. I yawned again and said, "I didn't sleep well. You've been tormenting me all night."

Wesley misinterpreted my meaning and said: "You have to pay attention to your kidneys. Although you are still young, I can't stop you from messing around with women so uncontrollably."

"We are all literate people, can we be subtle in our speech?"

Wesley smiled helplessly, and then asked me: "Did you help me with the project for setting up the i counter yesterday?"

"It's done, I'll save it in the file on drive d for you."

Wesley nodded and handed me another note and said: "Maxwell, I will help you and the manager take personal leave later. You and Zoey go to the mall and buy all the things you want according to the list on this note. .”

"Are you getting married or am I getting married? You want me to go shopping with Zoey?" I asked a little funny.

Wesley sighed: "I can't help it. There are so many things to buy, and Zoey can't carry them alone. Later I have to go to Shanghai with the people from the investment department to discuss the project with i. Regarding the establishment of special counters in shopping malls, I can’t let my personal affairs affect the company’s investment plan that has been prepared for several months.”

"Okay." I responded, but yawned again. I was fooled into walking for most of the night and stayed up all night. Can I not be sleepy?

Wesley patted me on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to dinner when I come back tonight."

I waved to Wesley: "Go and do your business, I'll seize the time to relax for a while."

"Stop squinting, Zoey is waiting for you downstairs in the company."Wesley paused, and his tone suddenly became softer and whispered in my ear: "By the way, Emily replied to the email. On the day Zoey and I got married, she was very happy. Eighty percent of them may come back from the United States.”

I stared at Wesley, my sleepiness disappeared, and suddenly I felt like I was traveling between the two heavens of ice and fire. After three years, is she finally coming back?