I Am In Love with Myself - Chapter 170

The adoptive parents got the news early the next morning, and An Mu pinched the high-speed rail point to inform. Originally, he wanted to drive home directly to announce the good news. However, considering that Jian Yixi’s body had not completely recovered, he could only let him raise. Parents come here.

An Mu was very accurate, and the tickets were booked for them. When they got the news, they could go to the station to pick up the tickets, so as to shorten their anxious time as much as possible.

They got in the car and rushed over before noon. When they came, An Mu had already left. She and Jian Yixi were divided into two groups to perform their duties. Jian Yixi was in charge of picking up people, and An Mu was in charge of visiting. Li expert who treated the illness in Xi.

As soon as the adoptive mother met, she couldn’t wait to take Jian Yixi’s hand to look up and down, choked up when she didn’t speak.

“Why… why did you lose so much?”

The adoptive father was a man, he didn’t cry, but his eyes were red.

Jian Yixi hugged her foster mother, sniffed with a smile, tears in her eyes.

“In other words, don’t you also lose weight?”

The adoptive father patted her thin shoulders, and said with difficulty: “It’s hard to buy money when you are old and grow thin. We just got thinner, but you are young and light…”

Before the adoptive father had finished speaking, the adoptive mother gave her adoptive father a fierce look, and the tears almost didn’t come out of her eyes.

The adoptive father realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly shut up.

They didn’t know the twists and turns. When she was sick, they didn’t dare to poke at her sad thing, and blamed themselves for not mentioning a little bit. They really regarded it as an untouchable taboo, and they were terribly sensitive.

Jian Yixi just didn’t see it, didn’t pick up their luggage, and walked outside the airport, holding their arms with one hand on one side.

The old couple endured their uncomfortable feelings and went out with her. Even if they didn’t talk about stomach cancer and their daughter was in a foreign country alone, how could they not worry?

These days they have been having trouble sleeping and eating. They are always afraid that their baby daughter will die in a foreign country and sleep at night. Fortunately, Jian Yixi has been secretly contacting them and asked them to put some snacks, but Jian Yixi forbids them to tell anyone. In other words, this is my last wish.

The adoptive parents are honest people, especially Jian Yixi’s baby bumps that hurt her bones. Even if she feels sorry for An Mu, she gritted her teeth and insisted that Jian Yixi had never contacted them.

On the way, except for driving, Jian Yixi’s hand was held by her adoptive mother, and never let go after entering the house.

Jian Yixi tried to endure her heartache, and smiled reluctantly: “Mom, An Mu may not be back until later. You let me sit there and rest for a while, I’ll cook for you.”

The adoptive mother reluctantly let go of her hand, wiping her tears and heading to the kitchen for herself

past.

“I’m doing it, you rest, I haven’t eaten Ma’s cooking for so long, have you thought about it?”

“Then I will do it with mom.”

“No, you can sit with your dad for a while.”

The adoptive father suddenly said like Hongzhong: “Don’t grab any of you, I will do it.”

“you do?”

The foster mother and Jane looked at each other at the river.

“Yes, I do.”

The adoptive father has not been in the kitchen for most of his life, and today I don’t know where the sun came out, so he rolled up his sleeves and had to cook himself.

The foster mother said, “Can you do it? Do you know how much rice is needed for a pot of porridge?”

The adoptive father did not know, but this did not hinder his determination.

“It’s okay, simple, otherwise you direct me a little bit?”

The adoptive mother came all the way from home, but she didn’t say a few thoughtful words to her daughter. Where did she want to squeeze the kitchen with him?

Furthermore, An Mu is not at home, so she can’t let her daughter wait outside alone. She has been wandering outside for so long. After finally seeing her relatives, how can she be left alone?

The adoptive mother felt sorry for her daughter, thinking about the tears that had just stopped rolling down again.

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, and vice versa, Jian Yixi hurriedly said: “Then let’s do it together? I really haven’t cooked with my dad before.”

“Your body…”

“It’s okay, much better.”

The adoptive parents obviously don’t believe it, after all, they are almost skinny, and they don’t seem to have anything to do with the word “good”.

But they didn’t say anything. They squeezed into the bathroom together. After all, they had taken the high-speed rail all the way to come, and they were all in the dust, so they could only cook after they were cleaned.

During An Mu’s years in France, her adoptive parents came here several times a year. They were familiar with the rice noodle dishes in oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. They all knew where to put them.

The adoptive father rolled up his sleeves and started washing and washing rice under the direction of the adoptive mother. Jian Yixi sat in a pot of warm water, and the adoptive mother picked up the carrots.

“There are many vitamins, which are good for the body.”

While talking, the foster mother took out several dishes from the refrigerator. She said celery dietary fiber for a while, and beef was high in protein. She didn’t forget to say that millet nourishes her stomach.

“Eh~ Eh?!”

As she was picking up vegetables, her adoptive mother stared suddenly, and the celery leaves were all photographed on her adoptive father’s back.

“What are you dead old man doing?! Why do you have a lot of money and nowhere to throw it away? If you ask you to buy a rice, you waste half of me? How much do you see the rice leaking out?!”

The adoptive father struck his neck awkwardly.

“Isn’t this missing the net? It didn’t miss everything.”

“Then what is dropped on the net can be eaten? All the pickled things will flow down, not dirty

dirty? “

“This…Where is this dirty? Do you think it is the concrete pool in our yard? This pool is clean.”

“Clean? The toilet is so clean that it looks good. Why don’t you pick up the cigarette **** in the toilet and smoke it?”

“Aren’t you raising the bar?”

“Don’t hold the spoon instead, give me a hand, and when I think it works, you can take the lead yourself.”

The adoptive mother could not help but squeezed the adoptive father away, and the adoptive father became an apprentice directly from the chef.

“Look at you mother-in-law…”

“I can pinch my nose and eat your cooking, can a girl? You do it first and then start.”

The adoptive father was silent.

The yelling of the adoptive mother eased everyone’s melancholy, and the atmosphere finally eased a bit, at least no more tears in the red eyes.

An Mu came back before the meal change was ready. When they were all squeezed in the kitchen, she joined in.

The foster mother waved her hand quickly.

“Don’t come, don’t get oily fumes, it will be ready soon.”

Three people, two stoves, one is cooking millet porridge, the other is cooking vegetables, and the rice cooker is stuffed with white rice. In other words, when the ingredients are ready, basically only one person can operate it.

The adoptive father and Jian Yixi were already at the point of delivering a plate of soy sauce, and adding an An Mu would make it even less work to do.

But An Muhuan rolled up his sleeves and joined it.

The adoptive mother yelled “plate” after cooking the dishes, and the adoptive father on the right quickly raised his hand to take out the plate from the cabinet and set it over. The adoptive mother poured out the vegetables and handed it to Jian Yixi on the left. Jian Yixi buckled the bowl to prevent the cold, and then changed hands. Pass it to An Mu, and An Mu returns to the dining room table in the living room.

The food was cooked happily, and the four ate happily together, and no one said anything extra.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, washing her hands and coming out of the kitchen, Jian Yixi and An Mu looked at each other, instead of sitting on the sofa, they walked to the opposite side of the sofa, plopped, plopped, and knelt down.

The old couple had just eaten and sat down, and the next one quickly stood up.

“You, what are you two doing?”

The two of them were silent and solemn, bowed their heads and bent over, kowtow as if they were newly married.

The old couple hurriedly pulled them up, but they refused to get up.

The two bowed their heads and said in unison: “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.”

“Why say this all of a sudden?”

The adoptive parents glanced at each other, and vaguely felt what was going on, and their hands were relieved.

The foster mother trembled: “Yes…Is it Xixi’s disease…and…and…”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Let the children speak for themselves!”

The adoptive father frowned and interrupted

Mother, subconsciously took out a cigarette, but didn’t point it, shaking her hand and dangling it on her mouth.

“Just say anything, we can bear it.”

Jian Yixi took a deep breath.

She thought that she would not live for more than three years, so the fake marriage would not be revealed, but now it is different. She has a long time to pass. This matter will be resolved sooner or later, and she can’t hide it from them. For a lifetime, now is the best time to solve it.

Jian Yixi adjusted her emotions, her black pupils were burning, and she looked at her adoptive parents seriously and said: “I have to tell you something, but before I say it, I hope you can listen to me tell a story first.”

The foster mother lowered her head and pulled her: “Let’s listen! Listen! Get up quickly and sit on the sofa and let’s say! Your body is not good, and the ground is so cold!”

Jian Yixi wanted to persevere, but unexpectedly, her adoptive father suddenly said, “We won’t listen if you don’t get up.”

Jiang Guoran was old and spicy, and eventually the two of them were pulled to the sofa.

An Mu said, “Before telling the story, you guys have a look at this first.”

A stack of photocopies of the medical records were handed to the adoptive parents.

Most of the doctor’s handwriting is “crazy grass”. The adoptive parents can’t understand, but they can understand the printable list, especially the bright “normal” on the last gastroscope list.

The cigarette that the adoptive father held in his mouth was shaking, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

“This…what does this mean? Xixi’s illness is cured?”

Before the adoptive father was happy, the adoptive mother carefully discovered that the date was wrong.

“This date is last year. Xixi was diagnosed with stomach cancer only this year. Why are you showing this to us?”

An Mu’s long eyelashes drooped, warmly said, “Let Jian Yixi explain the rest.”

Jian Yixi is the real heart of the adoptive parents, she is more suitable.

Jian Yixi’s nervous consciousness grabbed An Mu’s hand, and An Mu held her back tightly. The warm palm seemed to carry magical power, instantly dispelling the tension and slowing down his emotions.

“This story is a bit long, no matter what mystery I said, don’t interrupt me, let me finish it in one breath, okay?”

The adoptive parents nodded.

“A long, long time ago, there was a girl who was lost when she was three years old. Fortunately, she met a kind couple…”

The author has something to say: You will not understand what I experienced today, it is simply a disaster.

Not to mention, it is tears if I say too much, this is what I reluctantly exported from the computer with all my energy and uploaded it on my mobile phone.

Originally, this little fan was going to finish writing an update, so I had to keep up with it first.

I think about writing a few articles in total, about 30,000 words anyway.

Not much to say, my head is big now, good night.