Doctor He, take your meerkat away.

Zhang Hongmeng, who pretended to have an injured hand, was exposed the next day when he went to play at the off-road motorcycle. He flexibly turned the handlebar with his wrist, without any expression of pain.

He Songyu didn't expose him either, but just lowered his head and smiled to himself. I was really tired last night, so I couldn't judge the authenticity of the sprain.

"Doctor He, hurry up and change your clothes, let's do a comparison?" Zhang Hongmeng walked over with his helmet in his arms, his eyebrows raised, and the slim red motorcycle suit made his figure even taller.

He Songyu shook his head and said, "You go first, I'll come later." He didn't explain the reason, which made Zhang Hongmeng frowned and said, "Why?" Then remembering what he said last night, he clicked his tongue and said, "That's good." Alright, I'll go first." Patting him on the shoulder, he put on his helmet and got on the motorcycle.

Faced with anything about He Songyu now, he seems to always want to know the reason, otherwise, there will be a nameless sense of anxiety. Zhang Hongmeng feels that he is dazed, with a tendency to be a control freak. He took a deep breath and stepped into the car. If you are a Virgo, you decide to go after the wind, and put all those unreasonable things behind you.

There was a gunshot, and the motorcycles rushed out in a crowd. There were videos on the TV of each motorcycle. Zhang Hongmeng was on the 13th machine and took the lead. His confidence can be seen technically.

At this time, Uncle Zhangqiu came and drove to the viewing area with a look of contempt on his face. His son refused to have a meal with him, just to tinker with these idle hobbies every day, and stood arrogantly next to He Songyu with his hands behind his back, snorted and said nothing.

"The driver of the No. 13 machine is Hongmeng, Mr. Zhang, maybe you can let go of your prejudice and get to know him again." He Songyu raised his chin slightly to signal him. On his steep mountain road, the car still turned smoothly, suppressing the hot pursuit. He is like an excellent animal trainer, conquering this rough road.

Uncle Zhangqiu was still very dissatisfied, he just liked these unscrupulous things, but those scenes also reminded him that when Axiu was still there, he didn't seem to resist his son's liking for motorcycles, because his wife always had different opinions. There are various reasons to support her son, and convince him that now that he is gone, the relationship between him and Hongmeng will be incompatible.

"Go and see what's going on"

"Wow, this person is too immoral, he hit people on purpose"

Amidst the noisy comments, Uncle Zhangqiu came back to his senses. In the video, the No. 13 contestant in the red motorcycle suit hugged his knees and curled up on the ground in pain. Fortunately, there was a guardrail to prevent people from turning over with the car down the mountain.

The veins on Zhang Hongmeng's forehead bulged in pain. In a game for fun, that person was really serious. He collided directly from behind him obliquely. He lost control when he was still showing off his driving skills. fell to the ground.

"Hongmeng, are you alright, can you move now? Does he have a headache?" Feeling a little dizzy, he saw He Songyu through the heavy helmet, and he came to this track in plain clothes?

With his left hand pressed on his strong arm, He Songyu said anxiously: "I'll untie the helmet for you, if you have a headache, squeeze my hand, you know?"

After the helmet was disassembled, Zhang Hongmeng gently squeezed his arm, the hair on his forehead was wet against his scalp, "You may need to find me two sticks, my foot may be broken." He pointed Pointing to his calf, he forced a smile.

The boss and the stretcher bearer also came over at this time, found two or three branches to fix the calf, and then carried him back, waited for the ambulance, and returned to the rest area, Uncle Zhang Qiu wanted to scold him, but He Songyu stood in his way In front of him, he said, "Mr. Zhang, if you express concern with anger, it is better to choose silence."

"You... oh..." Uncle Zhangqiu turned around with his hands on his hips and turned his back. It was the first time Zhang Hongmeng saw the deflated Uncle Zhangqiu, and he felt that his feet didn't hurt at all. It was amazing. Yes, and looked at He Songyu with wide-eyed admiration.

He Songyu asked him if he felt dizzy, and Zhang Hongmeng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the helmet is hard, and there is no concussion, but the feet hurt too much." The plan for this vacation will be ruined, and this situation is estimated to be hospitalized for a few days for observation. The mood suddenly became worse.

After the ambulance was taken to the hospital, a film was taken, and the doctor put him in a plaster cast, and did not force him to be hospitalized, but asked him to come here regularly for follow-up visits, and told him a bunch of precautions.

"You go back with me, there is an aunt at home who can take care of you." Uncle Zhangqiu's tone was not so strong, and he could be regarded as controlling his temper.

Zhang Hongmeng hesitated for a while, He Songyu stood behind him, pushed the wheelchair and said, "Uncle, let me take care of him, he is the same age, so it's more convenient." When he said this, Zhang Hongmeng was very grateful Looking back at him, the savior from heaven was a blessing in disguise.

In the end, Zhang Hongmeng went back with He Songyu, ended the National Day holiday ahead of schedule, and rented two crutches in the hospital, which he asked for himself. After all, He Songyu had to go to work by then, so he couldn't be asked to ask for leave to take care of him. Myself, a little unkind.

It was already night when we arrived on the peninsula. Downstairs in the community, Zhang Hongmeng, who was holding a cane, doubted his life. Did he want to start practicing how to use a cane now?It's so tragic.

Sighing, he put the crutch under his armpit. When he was in joint surgery before, he felt that it was quite easy for those patients to use it, but after using it himself, he found all kinds of awkwardness and discomfort.

"Come on, look at you, you will probably fall down the stairs halfway up the stairs, and you have to go to the hospital again." He Songyu, who had been silently behind him, couldn't help talking, put his backpack on his back, and put his crutches on his back. He took it in his hand and squatted down.

Zhang Hongmeng was a little embarrassed, but he also felt that his awkward words would make the atmosphere very strange. After giggling a few times, he said loudly, "I'll trouble you, Dr. He." He wrapped his arms around his neck carefully, and waited. After he hooked his thighs with his hands and got up, he coughed softly again.

Obviously, he didn't feel this way when he was playing on his back last night. Zhang Hongmeng felt his heart beating a little faster. He lowered his head and smelled the smell of sweat on his body and straightened his body slightly. He didn't want to get too close. Why? Song Yu must have a cleanliness freak, he always smells good.

When he was moving around in wild thoughts, He Songyu hugged him even harder, for fear of falling him, the stairs were narrow and high, and it was not easy to walk at all, and he was a little out of breath when he went up to the third floor.

"You let me come down, there are still two floors, I can jump up by myself." Zhang Hongmeng felt hard when he saw the sweat on his forehead, he was wearing a heavy load, and he had to carry a grown man on his back, so Dr. He was kind. , so selfless dedication.

"It's okay, I haven't reached my limit yet. At that time, I was exercising, and I didn't lose weight in the gym to train my legs and arms." He Songyu's voice was still full of energy, Zhang Hongmeng let out a sigh, and didn't insist anymore. How did he feel the atmosphere? It's getting weirder and weirder, why are you so shy?

A person came down to meet him. He was the landlord with a notebook in his hand. He probably copied the water and electricity meters. When he saw Zhang Hongmeng's feet with plaster casts, he routinely asked, "You are so happy for the National Day. Where did you come from?" fell off?"

"Go out to play, that's it, alas, it's a bit unlucky." Zhang Hongmeng smiled and explained, the landlord patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you go out alone, take care of yourself, by the way, He Songhuan, your father Ask me why you didn't send him any money, please reply to him when you have time." After speaking, the landlord left.

He Songhuan?It was this name again, He Songyu had no expression on his face, and continued to carry him upstairs. Zhang Hongmeng could feel that his air pressure was a little low at this time, so he didn't ask about the name.

I thought he would carry him back to his house, but in the end, He Songyu brought him back to his house, put him on the sofa and said, "You can stay with me for a few days, so I can take care of you."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Zhang Hongmeng was stunned for a while, then grinned, and could sleep here again. He Songyu's sofa was much more comfortable than his bed, but unexpectedly, Dr. He actually let him sleep in the room.

"The sofa is too narrow. If you fall off, your foot can't bear it. It's as fragile as a baby now, and it can't withstand any damage. I'll put water for you to take a bath, and you can call me when you get better. I will dress you."

He Songyu arranged it properly, Zhang Hongmeng just froze in place, getting dressed?