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Zhou Zeya watched the thin figure gradually disappear from sight before starting the car and heading back.There are so many small streets and alleys in the south of the city, and it took several detours to drive onto the main road.

I drove very fast on the ring road, and I arrived home in less than 10 minutes.I glanced at the phone several times but didn't see the message, so I couldn't help feeling a little worried.After returning home, he dialed Dongchen's number, and after several times, no one answered.Before Dongchen on the other end of the phone could speak, Zeya asked, "Didn't I tell you to go home and send me a message?"

How could Dongchen tell him that he didn't eat well because of the fever, and his intestines became loose when he ate barbecue at night, and he had diarrhea when he returned home.But to a stranger, there was no need to explain, and he said "I forgot, sorry."

After hearing this, Zeya became depressed, "Hey, I think you have a severe fever, right? You are so stupid! You take some medicine and go to bed. I don't think you will go to work tomorrow if you are like this."

How can I not go to work?In the past few days, Yang Lin's replacement was almost exhausted and sick.But it's just saying "I know, don't worry."

After hearing what he said, Zeya felt relieved. "Well, then you go to sleep."

"Okay, good night."

When Dongchen went to work the next morning, the boss was startled by his face, and kindly asked him to go home and rest.But Dongchen felt that the reason for her illness was that she went to "stay" every night. Because of her cousin's affairs, Yang Lin took the initiative to work the evening shift. It was really not good because her personal affairs repeatedly affected her work.In the end, the boss could only tell him to call him if he couldn't bear it.

Just as he was thinking that it was not an option to guard people like this, his cell phone rang.Looking at the phone, it was yesterday's photographer again.I really can't think of what else he can find for himself.

"Hey, Dongchen, are you sleeping?"

"I just woke up, what's the matter?"

"No, my friend and I went to work near your house. I thought you didn't go to work. I wondered if you had eaten. I bought some light porridge." If there is any characteristic of Zhou Zeya, the biggest quality is probably " Do things seriously". The so-called seriousness is not only in work, but also in the things that friends explain. So for a Xiang Dongchen who fell ill because of his own bad intentions, he will naturally think of ways to do something to make himself feel better. Peace of mind.So after finishing the business with my friends in the morning, I went to a porridge shop to buy some seafood porridge, and called Xiang Dongchen, but this made Dongchen into a difficult situation, because I was not at home.

"I've already had a fever today. I'm fine. I'm sorry you keep asking me to eat."

"It's okay, I'm at the entrance of the alley, or if you tell me which household you live in, I'll send it to you."

"Then just wait for me!" The clothing store is just one street away from Dongchen's home, and it's only a minute away from Luoluo Lane.He greeted the owner of the stationery store next door, asked someone to look around the store, and then ran to the alley.

Zeya was sitting in the car, and after a while, he saw Dongchen rushing over from a distance. He opened the window and shouted, "Hey, Dongchen, here it is!"

"I'm so sorry that you bought porridge for me. It's so cold and I'm going to treat you to dinner when I get paid." Dongchen didn't shirk too much. , he just wanted to hurry back to the store.

"Why are you being polite? Why did you come here from there? I remember your house is in an alley."

Dongchen heard that she didn't speak, and her face, which was originally flushed with fever, became even redder because she didn't know how to answer.When he was at a loss, Zeya's hand touched his forehead, and Dongchen was surprised.

"Fuck, you still have a fever! Didn't you see a doctor?!"

"I'm fine. Just take some medicine. Give me the porridge. I'll go see it in the afternoon."

"You get in the car, you eat in the car, I'll take you to the hospital." Zeya felt that this kid Dongchen was really big-hearted, and he didn't go to the hospital even if he was burned like this, so he yelled again, "Hurry up." car!"

"I, I'm still at work. I, I'm really fine!" In desperation, I could only tell the truth.I don't know if it was because of nervousness, Dongchen's stomach, which had been quiet all morning, started to ache again, and he clutched his stomach, sweating profusely.

"Are you kidding me? You still go to work like this, don't you want to die? You are not the only one in your company, get in the car!"

"I work in a clothing store. I'm really the only one. The store is still waiting for me. I won't say anything." Dongchen herself was also depressed. It's only been a few days since I met Zhou Zeya, and I don't know what the other party thinks of me even if I lie.Having said so much, the pain in his stomach made him unable to pretend any longer. He left this sentence and ran to the clothing store without even picking up the porridge.

Zeya became angry, not because she was really angry, but because she felt that the man had a fever because of "squatting at the wrong spot", and wanted to tell him politely when he recovered from his illness that the place on the photo was actually the third archway. How did this person come here? Seeing Xiang Dongchen run away without thinking, he quickly locked the car and followed with the porridge. On the way, he couldn't help scolding, "The more I talk about it, the more you run away! "

It took three or two steps to reach the clothing store. There were a few scattered customers in the store. Dongchen entered the store, grabbed the toilet paper, and said casually, "Just take a look." He went into the toilet in the inner room.Seeing this, Zeya burst out laughing, and yelled into the toilet, "You are so thin-skinned, just talk straight when you go to the toilet, and run away as fast as you can."

He put the porridge on the cash register and looked at the store carefully.The store is not big, with a small facade, which sells some fashionable women's clothing. Because the location of the facade is good, the business should not be bad.

After a while, I came out of the toilet in the winter morning, lying on the cash register weakly, and had no energy to talk.Seeing his collapsed appearance, Zeya knew in his heart that he probably had diarrhea from eating barbecue last night.He pulled a stool, sat next to Dongchen, and said, "What time do you get off work? I'll take you to the hospital."

Dongchen turned his face sideways, looked at him, and asked without answering, "Why don't you go to work?"

"I'm on annual leave, half a month!" Zeya took out his cigarette and replied, and then asked, "Can I smoke?" Dongchen handed him half a bottle of mineral water, and motioned him to put the ashtray here.

Zeya took the bottle and smoked.After a while, he asked again, "Who are you waiting for every night? Tell me, maybe I can help you find it."

"I said why are you so idle? You don't go out to play during the annual vacation, and you buy porridge and find someone for me. Are you learning from Lei Feng?" The words were so, but there was no dissatisfaction, more puzzled, Dong Chen felt that there were no such warm-hearted people in the world, and she was afraid that she would lose the favor of others.

"Just think of me as Lei Feng. I just think it's not easy for you to wait for so many days. I often run around when taking pictures, so I can help you pay attention."

Dong Chen didn't want to be harsh when he heard the words, he said lazily, "My cousin. He often doesn't come back. This time I have urgent matters at home to find him, but I can't find him. I saw your photo the other day and found that he was eating roasted meat. Chuan, I thought I should wait for him every day, but after waiting for so many days, I didn’t even see a shadow, so I don’t know what to do.” After Dongchen finished speaking, she buried her head in her arms again. .He really felt tired and tired. His father's illness made the family unable to get rid of it. This is why he didn't dare to ask for leave when he had a fever. Now there is only one person in the house every day, and he does everything by himself.

"Is the magazine still there? Which one is your cousin?" Zeya felt a little sympathetic to him in his heart, but he didn't show it. The sympathy shown on his face was a kind of poor recognition for the person involved.

Dongchen took out the magazines under the cash register, flipped through to that one, pointed to one of them, and said, "My cousin, Xiang Haomiao."

Zeya took the magazine and looked at it. Because the photo was taken in a panorama, people were not very clear. The facial features only had a rough outline, but it was still somewhat similar to Dongchen, only darker and thinner. The temperament is also completely different.After looking at the photos for a while, he made up his mind. He returned the magazine to Dongchen and said, "Eat porridge quickly, don't worry about it. I'll take you to the hospital after get off work. Where is the microwave? Help you heat it up." gone."

Dongchen pointed in the direction of the microwave oven, no longer refusing.

Zeya flipped the pointer of the microwave oven, turned his head and asked, "You are not allergic to seafood, are you?"

"No, why do you ask that?" Dongchen was confused.

"You just don't like to talk about anything. You don't tell the boss if you have a fever, and you don't tell me if you have diarrhea. Who knows if you are allergic to seafood and eat porridge without telling me?"

Dongchen knew that he was teasing herself, and felt a little embarrassed again. "I don't want to cause trouble."

After eating the porridge, Dongchen fell asleep on the table in a daze. Zhou Zeya saw that there was no business in the store, so he fell asleep.

The author has something to say: I posted a cover just now, would I say that the place where Xiang Dongchen lives is the place in the photo?Ha ha ha ha