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Tang Fuxing is a single-parent family. His mother opened a pet "beauty and hairdressing" shop on the commercial street.

The storefront is not too big, with customers on the first floor and two bedrooms with a kitchen and bathroom on the second floor. It is considered as a family, and the mother and wife live by themselves.

The layout of the first floor is very simple. There are a few shelves at the entrance, and new cat and dog clothes and various imported and non-imported food are placed here and there.The place where cats and dogs are bathed and groomed is separated by a glass door at the back.

In the hall, just before entering the door, there was a big God of Wealth shining with golden light. Tang Fuxing's mother was probably more superstitious, and the lights under the God of Wealth kept on.Maybe it is the blessing of the gods, this small shop, and relying on Tang Fuxing's mother's exquisite craftsmanship, the business is really good.

Every day when Tang Fuxing comes back from school, he rushes upstairs to do his homework amidst the "beast calls" one after another, and has to come down to help after finishing. He can be busy until 25 or [-] o'clock [-] days a month.

A new Pomeranian was sent downstairs today, and I don’t know what kind of drug this pup is taking, and he kept barking. Tang Fuxing was sitting by the table with a pen in his hand to read a political question, and his mind was full of barking. The flaming humanitarian thought was written but not a single word could be uttered.

"click".

A small stone hit his window.

Tang Fuxing seemed to have received the amnesty, so he immediately let go of the pick and stood up from his chair.

He walked to the window, opened it, and poked his head out. The cool breeze was drawn on his face. Tang Fuxing saw Zhang Cong squatting under a big tree with all the leaves gone.At this time, Zhang Cong happened to raise his head, and glanced at Tang Fuxing through the branching branches.

"My boy." Tang Fuxing quickly closed the window, put on his coat, picked up a small note on the table, and prepared to go out.

When he walked to the door, Tang Fuxing folded back again. He hesitated for a moment, and took out the only 500 yuan from his wallet in the drawer.

Just as he was about to go out, he stopped again. This time he went straight to the closet, rummaged through the closet, and finally found an old cotton coat.

Tang Fuxing covered his face with his clothes.The clothes must have been in the closet for a long time without taking them out to be polished and airy. They smell like mothballs all over them, and there is also a wave of acid tide that has been left for a long time. When he went down the stairs, he almost didn't get smoked. Somersault.

His mother bathed the screaming Pomeranian inside. Tang Fuxing sneaked around and finally went out through the back door.

He sneezed as soon as he went out.Tang Fuxing sniffled and shook the clothes on his hands.

Zhang Cong squatted on the spot without moving. Tang Fuxing glanced at him and walked over.

"Zhang Cong, isn't it cold for you to squat here? Why don't you go in." Tang Fuxing was not polite, and threw the cotton coat in his hand on Zhang Cong's head.

Tang Fuxing boasted: "The size of the board is good, good-looking, cool, and handsome."

He gave a thumbs up by the way, but Zhang Cong was covered by his clothes and couldn't see anything.

"It's not cold. Squatting still doesn't consume energy." Zhang Cong was covered in a strange smell, and quickly took off his clothes. "I want to go in. I can hear it two miles away from the gate. This hysteria, Auntie finally couldn't bear it, and was going to strangle the dog inside?"

"Don't mention it." Tang Fuxing pouted, "Today is a new Pomeranian, taking a bath is like killing it."

Tang Fuxing tapped him lightly with his toes: "You stand up first."

Zhang Cong still didn't move.

"Exercise generates heat, do you know?" Tang Fuxing looked at him and sighed, "Then put my clothes on first."

"No." Zhang Cong frowned, not hiding the disgust on his face at all.

"That's fine." Tang Fuxing smiled, "Then let's go, and I will accompany you to buy one."

Just as Zhang Cong was about to open his mouth, Tang Fuxing said, "Even if you go to the night market, winter coats are much more expensive than summer old-fashioned shirts. You can buy a dozen for 20 yuan, or ten for a dozen?"

Zhang Cong: "..."

Tang Fuxing saw that he was so rare that he couldn't catch up with the moves, so he got excited: "If you can afford the money, let's go."

He pointed to Zhang Cong: "Don't say you're not cold, your lips are purple. I got this dress a few years ago. I was pretty slim back then. You should be able to wear it, but the sleeves may be a little short. Quickly." It's become a popsicle, so don't dislike my brother."

He glanced at Zhang Cong's waist, and then at his belly: "If it weren't for the fact that we are not the same size, I would even slip off a pair of thermal pants for you."

After hearing this, Zhang Cong was delighted. He stared at Tang Fuxing and stood up slowly: "That's really not the same size."

"..." Tang Fuxing stared at him for a long time, his voice was out of tune, and he cursed in a high-pitched manner, "I'll go to your uncle, Zhang Cong!"

Zhang Cong put on his clothes: "I really didn't expect you to be so kind. I just don't have a uncle, otherwise I will definitely marry you."

"...I..." Tang Fuxing couldn't say anything to him, and was almost blown into the snow. He sighed and said, "I'm going, not marrying."

"En." Zhang Cong replied absently.

The sleeves of Tang Fuxing's clothes were really short, and his wrists were all exposed.The shoulders are still very tight. After Zhang Cong put it on, he felt like a singer, and his every move was like performing a marionette.

"Let's do it first." Tang Fuxing glanced at him, "No, where are your winter clothes?"

"I don't know." Zhang Cong said.

"...Okay." Tang Fuxing clicked his tongue, and handed the note he took off from his desk to Zhang Cong, "I knew you had to come here to ask for it. I asked the students in your class. Is there any today?" Exams, just keep the questions on the exercise set."

Write down today's homework on the slip of paper.Of course, this homework was not in Tang Fuxing's class, but in Zhang Cong's class.Although Zhang Cong didn't go to class today, Tang Fuxing knew that Zhang Cong would definitely want it, so he went to get him the homework sheet after school.

Zhang Cong is not a good guy, from head to toe he doesn't look like the one who will study hard.But there is a saying that is really good - people should not be judged by their appearance.

Although the Sixth Middle School is not considered a good school, it is still rare to raise a few.Zhang Congbucai is the so-called corner. His grades and average ranking can be firmly ranked among the top five in the school's science subjects.

Although miraculous, Zhang Cong is not a genius, and he is not so mysterious.His grades are really learned by himself.

It’s not good for him to skip class and fight, but he will do his homework honestly, and he will not lose his knowledge when he skips class. He also has his own tricks. Tang Fuxing has convinced him——Zhang Cong will go to Internet cafes and steal free teaching online Watch the video.

Zhang Cong's tortoise is probably overdosed with evil medicine.He obviously has the virtues of a school bully, but he has the grades of a school bully.So it is conceivable that with his embryo, the teachers and students in the whole school hate him to the core.

But this does not include Tang Fuxing.Tang Fuxing has known him since childhood, and he knows that Zhang Cong has always been a "good" student.Even the high school entrance examination score of this bastard is a full [-] points higher than the admission score of the sixth high school, and he can enter the provincial key experimental class.

Tang Fuxing asked him why he applied for the No. [-] Middle School. He remembered it clearly. At that time, Zhang Cong smiled and said: "The provincial key point is too far away. Zhang Hanma asked me to apply for the No. [-] Middle School. It is close to home. I can go back at noon and evening. He cooks."

Tang Fuxing immediately asked, "Will you cook for him?"

The halo in Zhang Cong's eyes burst into laughter, and he said, "Let him drink rat poison to satisfy his hunger."

Zhang Cong definitely wouldn't cook for Zhang Hanma, but it was strange that Zhang Cong really applied for No. [-] Middle School and smashed the only iron pot in the house by the way.

Zhang Cong waved the homework sheet in his hand, and said to Tang Fuxing, "Thank you, I'll go first."

"Hey, wait." Tang Fuxing stopped him immediately, and took out the 500 yuan from his pocket, "Take it."

Zhang Cong didn't speak, but just stared at him with his head slightly sideways. He didn't know what was in his eyes. Anyway, it made Tang Fuxing's scalp numb, and he felt that Zhang Cong could come over to his face in a second. Give a fist.

As if suddenly realizing something, Tang Fuxing yelled suddenly: "My pocket money is not my mother's. I saved it myself!"

Zhang Cong looked at him for a while, and the thing that made Tang Fuxing's scalp tingle disappeared from his eyes: "Oh."

Zhang Cong paused and put the money into his pocket: "I'll come to the store to help on weekends."

"No, what are you doing in the store? Over there at the hospital..." Tang Fuxing's next words were stared coldly by Zhang Cong.

"Hey... okay." Tang Fuxing thought about it and felt wrong, "But the money is mine, not my mother's. Why do you come to the store to help?"

"I will pay you back." Zhang Cong said, "Helping is helping."

"No, Zhang Cong..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Cong was finally annoyed by him in every way, "You fat man talks a lot."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Tang Fuxing rubbed his face, sighed, turned around and went back, and muttered as he walked: "Just toss it, carry it, see how long you can fucking carry it, stupid/forceful!"

It is not unreasonable to say that you have to regret when you study medicine.

Yan Jianghe regretted it terribly now. ——The good time of rest, I caught a "re-education prisoner" and didn't understand it. An old lady with a myocardial infarction fell down on the avenue, and she was dragged back to the hospital for him, and was immediately arrested by the thoracic surgery department for an emergency consultation. Rescued a patient with severe haemorrhage.He pouted his buttocks and couldn't lift his head, holding his breath until the night.

At this moment, it finally stopped. Yan Jianghe was walking in the corridor, stretching his waist at the same time, but listening to the non-stop chattering in the ward behind him.

Yan Jianghe just felt that he was going to be annoyed to death, so he walked in directly.

It happened that there was an old lady with a heart attack sitting in this room, and the old lady's daughter was sitting by the bed, tears were about to come down: "Mom! Why did you go out by yourself! You didn't bring your medicine with you! If something happened... ..."

"Stop talking nonsense, my daughter." Yan Jiang Hepi smiled, "Your mother needs to rest, and if you talk nonsense, I can't guarantee that she will give you another heart attack on the spot."

The old lady's daughter: "..."

old lady:"......"

"Hey, hiss..." Yan Jianghe snorted in a low voice, his foot was trampled on.

Director Zhao of the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine poked his head out from the side, pulled Yan Jianghe away, and said with a smile, "Sorry, the patient needs to rest."

The old lady's daughter nodded immediately.

Director Zhao turned his face and gave Yan Jianghe a sideways glance, and pulled him out. He closed the door, and Yan Jianghe was so angry that he killed half of his old life, so he scolded him in a deep voice: "Yan Jianghe, are you a doctor or a bandit? You People who are almost [-] are living more and more going back?"

Yan Jianghe looked at the person in front of him, his head was covered in black and white spots, and he only wanted to thank him.

Yan Jianghe grew up with a conscience and began to respect the elders. He was afraid of making Director Zhao angry, so he showed a warm smile and said kindly: "Where, when I first entered the hospital, I used a scalpel to talk to patients in the operating room. Did you forget about the fight?"

Director Zhao reached out and pointed at him: "Shut up! Mr. Feng is still lying upstairs! You can accumulate some virtue!"

The smile on Yan Jianghe's face didn't fade away, but the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, as if a star fell into the bottom of the sea, his voice softened: "Well, I know."

Director Zhao heaved a long sigh, the melancholy that was pent up in his heart didn't seem to be cleared out: "Jiang He, I went to ask Lao Xu today, and he said... Lao Feng..."

"Hey, I'm going to see Teacher Feng." Yan Jianghe smiled, and patted Director Zhao on the shoulder, "Director, you should go back to rest early and pay attention to your body."