Chapter 2, No Crying (Part 1)

"Momo, why haven't I seen your classes recently?" Dr. Liang had previously studied Tibetan dance with her for two months, and would ask this question every time they met

Brown rice? He leaned forward and took a glance: "I only eat meat, take it to feed the birds."

His father is on a business trip in Hong Kong. I originally thought that if it were just a minor illness, I wouldn't mention it to him. However, if it does not improve, I will have to give him a call

Is Chuan Chuan hospitalized

Oh, by the way. The little boy who came to see the doctor last time, is he a relative of yours

Mo Jingyan's fingertips touched his palm, his hand was soft and chubby, and his clenched fist looked quite small. Mo Jingyan felt that her heart was as soft as his tiny palm. She thought, perhaps at a certain age, one begins to like children.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhao's house still has a nanny, who brought lunch over early. While she was eating, Mo Jingyan sat down by the bed, watching the nurse help Chuan Chuan remove the IV drip. The fingers of the hand on the IV side were exposed and felt somewhat cool to the touch. Mo Jingyan placed his small hand in her palm, while her other hand gently covered the back of his hand. The little boy's eyes fluttered slightly as he fumbled to grasp Mo Jingyan's fingers, resting his forehead against her forearm.

Mo Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we still have some degree of freedom"

"We rarely cook, so why not make some congee for Chuan Chuan?" Mo Jingyan glanced at the little boy lying on the hospital bed. His cheeks were rosy, his lips slightly parted, and his long eyelashes fluttered, indicating that he was not sleeping soundly

Is it still just Grandma here? Mo Jingyan recalled Aunt Zhao's words from last time, It seems that his parents have not been in Beijing recently

It seems that... these past two days, I have only seen his grandmother, and the nanny occasionally comes to deliver meals. Sigh, you say, how busy can parents be with work? Even when their child is hospitalized, they do not rush back. Even if they do not care for the elderly, how can they not care for their son? Nowadays, which family does not have just one child? They are precious beyond measure

You are too kind, please let me know if there is anything I can assist you with

Are you eating

"Am I not jumping well?" Mo Jingyan laughed, "Perhaps it's better to be a good chief steward of the inner court. You must be very busy as well; it's been a long time since we last met"

"He was already having a runny nose some time ago, and I thought it was just a cold," Aunt Zhao sighed. "Later, he started coughing, and after returning home that day, he had a low fever. I thought the child was just playing too wildly and that drinking more water and resting would be enough. But then the fever didn't subside, and there was phlegm in his throat. When we went to the hospital, the doctor said it was bronchitis and he received injections for two days. The doctor suggested hospitalization, and I was truly frightened."

"Rest assured, there is no problem," Mo Jingyan gently reassured. "Inflammation typically descends from the throat, and while there are symptoms of pneumonia, Dr. Liang has also stated that it should not be a major concern. It will just take about one to two weeks for recovery. Please take care of your health as well."

"You don't dance well, so what does this count as, a folk dance?" Dr. Liang laughed, "I haven't been here for a long time, the clinic has been busy, and recently there are year-end summaries. You say the hospital also engages in this kind of thing, it's so formalistic. I was really feeling dizzy, I needed to change my mood, which is why I came over."

As she was leaving, Aunt Zhao accompanied her to the elevator, her expression hesitant, and somewhat stammering, she said: "Momo, once Chuanchuan has recovered from his illness, I have something to ask of you."

Then I will give it to someone else? Mo Jingyan did not ask further and casually placed it by the door. She thought, since we are not eating it, keeping it would be a waste; it would be better to give it to Aunt Zhao to cook porridge for Chuan Chuan. Although they are neither relatives nor friends, she always felt that it was good to look out for the old and the young.

The photographer used continuous shooting mode that day, producing a rapid-fire sound like a machine gun, and selected only a few images for retouching to be used as material for the shopping mall brochure. There were over a hundred scattered candid shots, including some of Chuan Chuan, which Huang Jun asked his assistant to burn onto a disc to take home that evening. Mo Jingyan was still busy coordinating and planning various annual meeting dance performances. In a hurry, she opened the disc to look at a few images, including panoramic and close-up shots of Chuan Chuan climbing, but did not look further and placed the disc in her tote bag

Dr. Liang sighed a few more times. Mo Jingyan had heard this many times, and as she drove home, the words echoed in her ears. She couldn't help but glance back at the back seat, as if that little boy was still excitedly leaning over her and talking. Upon entering the house, she saw a box of mixed grain gift set in the kitchen and called out to Huang Jun: "Where did this mixed grain come from?"

Indeed, Dr. Liang nodded, "It is acute bronchitis, but there are symptoms of pneumonia, so I recommend hospitalization for a week for observation and treatment"

The studio has consecutively received invitations from several companies for their annual meetings, each with vastly different requirements from the sponsors. Mo Jingyan arranged everything meticulously, and when she closed her computer, it was already past 8 o'clock, just as the Latin class in the rehearsal hall was concluding. The students walked towards the changing room in small groups, greeting her with smiles when they recognized her.

Aunt Zhao nodded and said, "I am truly getting old; I can no longer endure such hardships."

During this period, the weather has been unpredictable, and there has been a significant increase in both outpatient and inpatient cases. Fortunately, thanks to the introductions made by Mo Jingyan and Dr. Liang, Chuan Chuan was able to move from a temporary bed to a hospital room after just one night. Aunt Zhao held her hand and expressed her heartfelt gratitude, saying, "If it weren't for your help, it would have been quite troublesome. I feel so embarrassed to ask for your things"

Indeed, if Chuan Chuan is not well, you will also fall ill

Mo Jingyan had a feeling that she had suddenly changed the subject, but she did not pursue it further. She smiled and said, "I will call my boyfriend to see if he can get some original footage for you. My car is restricted from driving tomorrow, so I will come over the day after, probably around this time again"

Mo Jingyan looked around and asked, "Are you the only one taking care of Chuan Chuan?"

He is engrossed in revising the proposal, not looking up as he replies: "It was provided by that shopping mall."

I was just about to tell you, he was hospitalized today

I would like to ask you..." Aunt Zhao paused and said, "Could you please give me some of the photos taken that day? Chuan Chuan has been insisting on going again.

For Mo Jingyan, the end of the year is the busiest time of the year. She co-founded a dance studio called "Yunwu" with her partner, Xiao Ma, who graduated from the dance department. The studio also employs numerous full-time and part-time instructors. Mo Jingyan does not have a formal background in dance and teaches infrequently; most of her time is spent managing the daily operations of the studio and external communications. Yunwu regularly offers various dance training classes and occasionally assists large events or production teams in contacting dance performers. As the year comes to a close, some large companies approach them for dance rehearsals or performances for their year-end parties. Over the years, they have accumulated a number of loyal clients, making December increasingly busy.

It was not, it was just a friend, and later he went to ?