waiting for the flowers to bloom

The school will be on holiday in mid-December, and the professor's lecture is scheduled for the first Friday of December. Song Fanfan doesn't want to miss this opportunity. Considering that the transportation is so convenient and walking is not a big problem, he still decides to follow Professor to go.

On Thursday, Song Fanfan and Mrs. Maisel went out together. Mrs. Maisel’s trip with her neighbor Mrs. Hasson was also on the agenda. Originally, they decided to go directly to Florida because Mrs. Maisel had other arrangements. Because it was already winter, they left early and started their trip to the south coast of the United States with a few other "travel friends".

In the afternoon, Song Fanfan and his party had arrived in southern Wales, where it was much warmer than York.

Because there were only two lectures, not many people came out this time, and they were basically students of the same class as him. When the room was allocated, he shared a room with Martin. Fortunately, the two were familiar with each other, although there were no so-called classmates. Friendship, but also often discuss the professor's topic together.

But Martin is a very fun-loving person, and he couldn't stay there after he put his luggage away, so he asked Song Fanfan if he wanted to go out and take a walk outside, it wouldn't be too late.Song Fanfan thought it was rare to come to Wales, and he really wanted to go out and see, so the two hit it off.

Martin is an out-and-out Englishman, but his home is already in Scotland, and he still speaks with a certain accent. Song Fanfan also had a lot of effort to get used to it when he first came into contact with him.

Many people in Wales speak Welsh, and Song Fanfan can't understand it at all, but when they meet people from other places like Martin and Song Fanfan, they can also speak English with a Welsh accent, which is better than Song Fanfan imagined many.

Although the Welsh accent is obvious, it is not as incomprehensible as many people say. On the contrary, it sounds better than accents from other regions. When they speak English, they will have obvious rising and falling tones, just like singing.

Because time was limited, the two of them wandered the street with a cup of coffee in their hands. There were still almost 20 days until Christmas, and people were making their last efforts to celebrate the holiday.Compared with York, the population here is denser, perhaps because it is in the center of the city, and there are many people walking around at night.There are also many bars along the way, but considering that there is business tomorrow, Martin returned to the hotel under Song Fanfan's persuasion.

The lecture on Friday went smoothly. After the end, many people went out to play, but Song Fanfan walked a lot because of his fun yesterday. As a result, his feet hurt all day and he couldn't go out at all. He had to wish Martin and the others a good time.

After concentrating for a whole day, Song Fanfan was also a little tired. After taking a shower, he sat on the bed and massaged the painful area, but he felt the pain with a little force on his hands. Could it be serious again?Song Fanfan was a little confused, and he didn't expect this to happen when he went out, but there was no other way now, and he could only observe the situation when he went back tomorrow.

As expected, Song Fanfan didn't sleep well because of the pain in his feet, and got on the plane with swollen eyes the next day, but the pain in his feet didn't ease at all.Until getting off the plane, Song Fanfan still felt groggy and his mind was not clear. He originally wanted to take the bus and get off the bus to go back, but he was worried that he would miss the stop, so he ruthlessly called a taxi.

It was already noon when Song Fanfan went back. He dragged the suitcase to the door, took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, turned half a turn and the door opened.Song Fanfan suddenly woke up a bit, is it a thief?It couldn't be Sui Dong, he called a few days ago to say that he was too busy to come over...

Song Fanfan walked in slowly, but he didn't hear any sound, and felt a little apprehensive.

"Sui Dong?" He didn't dare to speak too loudly, but the normal volume did not get an answer.

He casually picked up the umbrella that Mrs. Maisel left at the door and quietly walked into the house.There is no one in the kitchen, living room, or bathroom. Upstairs?

Song Fanfan called Sui Dong at the stairs, but no one answered, and there was no ringing in the room. Maybe a thief broke in.He took the courage to step up to the last step, and saw at a glance that the door of his bedroom was ajar, was he in his room?This thief is too rampant, he dares to break into and steal in the daytime.

Probably because Song Fanfan was too nervous and forgot about the pain in his feet.In order to appear more imposing, let's deter the thief by the way. The psychological anxiety and tension stimulated Song Fanfan's brain to secrete dopamine crazily. He concentrated, stretched out his left foot, and kicked the door open.

There was a loud sound of "Duang—", the door hit the wall and was bounced back again.

Song Fanfan sat on the ground because of the pain in his feet, and his whole body lost strength.Looking up, I saw someone sitting up on my bed suddenly, "Who!"

It turned out to be Sui Dong.

"Song Fanfan! You're back!" Because he was awakened suddenly, Sui Dong was still a little confused, "No, where did you go?"

"It's Wales with the professor. When did you come back? I thought it was a thief."

It was only then that Sui Dong noticed that Song Fanfan was holding a big umbrella in his hand, looking like he was about to fight the thief, it was so funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Fanfan knew that he had made a big oolong, and wanted to stand up a little embarrassed, but when he relaxed in his heart, the pain in his feet became clearer, because he kicked the door too hard, Song Fanfan really It's a little powerless, "Hiss——"

"Don't move, you kicked the door with your left foot just now?" Sui Dong's tone suddenly became serious, and he quickly walked over to help Song Fanfan sit back on the bed, "Show me."

"Let's talk later, my luggage is still outside, can you help me go to the door to get it?"

"You sit still."

Soon, Sui Dong came up with his luggage, put the luggage aside, and wanted to take off Song Fanfan's shoes without a second thought, so frightened that Song Fanfan shrank his legs under the bed.

"No, no, I can take off my shoes by myself. Well...can you get me another pot of hot water so I can soak my feet." Song Fanfan finally realized the benefit of having someone he can command.

Unexpectedly, Sui Dong looked up at himself, "I don't think your feet are smelly."

"It's your feet that stink. I don't have sweaty feet, and I soak my feet every day." Song Fanfan retorted bluntly.

"Okay, okay, I stink. Wait a minute."

Regarding Song Fanfan's request, Sui Dong could only slander at most, turned around and left the room, and went downstairs to fetch a basin of hot water.

So at the moment Song Fanfan was soaking his feet, Sui Dong sat side by side and watched.

"So why are you sleeping in my bedroom."

"It's just that I didn't see you when I came back. I wanted to sit down for a while and go back to my room, but I fell asleep. Last night I drank some wine with my colleagues, and I bought the tickets a little early, so I didn't sleep enough."

"Didn't you hear me when I called you?"

"Ah?" Sui Dong took out his mobile phone and saw that there was a missed call on it, "Oh, maybe I accidentally muted it. But I also called you several times in the morning, but you didn't answer."

"You didn't call me, I didn't receive any of them."

"I made several calls, please read the records." As he said that, Sui Dong took out the call records from his mobile phone and showed them to Song Fanfan.

?Sui Dong couldn't believe it, took back his phone, and looked carefully, and sure enough, he broadcasted all 3 to 8, probably because he was not clear about it in the morning.Originally, in order to remember Song Fanfan's number, he deliberately didn't save it in. He didn't want the two of them to have a big oolong by mistake this time. I guess the owner of the wrong number is also very depressed...

"Why can't you run so far with your feet?" Sui Dong brought the topic back.

"I thought it would be fine to walk, and this is the first time the professor gave me a quota. When I don't perform well, I can satisfy the professor. It shouldn't be a big deal. After this time, I just need to submit another summary report and I will be fine. Basically Going to school is equivalent to a holiday. There are still a few subjects that are not in a hurry, and there is still time to do them after New Year's Day. I should have a good rest for a month and I should be fine." Song Fanfan explained with rare patience.

"Be careful yourself. Where's Mrs. Maisel?"

"She has gone to the United States, and this time it may take a month before she comes back."

"Isn't her daughter in the United States? She hasn't played in the United States yet?"

"She's going there for the holidays."

During the conversation, the water had cooled down, Song Fanfan lifted his feet out of the water, because there was no towel to wipe, he had to carefully put them on the edge of the basin and wait for them to dry.

Sui Dong noticed his movement, and bent down to help him put his feet on his lap. Song Fanfan also fell backward because of this movement, "What are you doing?"

Sui Dong picked up his scarf from the side and wiped it for him, "Your feet will be cold after you dry them, that's not good. Look, it's red again, and it seems to be a little swollen." He was about to take it from the table. Apply the medicine to Song Fanfan.

Song Fanfan quickly pulled his feet back, pulled out the quilt cover, "You can do your own work, I can do it myself."

Sensing Song Fanfan's unease, Sui Dong realized that he was overreaching, so he had no choice but to put the medicine bottle back on the table, then picked up his coat and scarf, and went out with his things.

After Sui Dong closed the door, Song Fanfan limped off the bed and moved the basin aside so that he would not accidentally step on it.Sitting at the table and opening the bottle of medicinal wine, a strong medicinal smell immediately filled the whole room. The unique smell of medicinal wine is not unpleasant, at least Song Fanfan thinks he can accept it.

Although he didn't have much energy, he was afraid that he would suffer from insomnia again at night, so Song Fanfan still tried not to sleep, packed his luggage, and worked another afternoon in front of the computer.

The author has something to say: I just found out that the original content summary can be written by myself... Can this IQ be saved—_—