Southern flower locust

Three years later.

Sen Lu carried a jug of wine across the threshold, shouting: "Nanhe Nanhe! Your wine is brewed!"

Nanhe handed the prescription to the patient in front of him: "Spicy alcohol and tobacco are banned for three days, do you know where to get the medicine?"

"I know, the room on the right, thank you, Dr. Nan."

"En." After the patient left, Nanhe looked at Senlu helplessly, "You just don't do your job all day long."

"Isn't it because of you, and it was agreed a long time ago that you will see the doctor and I will get the medicine, now you can't help but regret it."

Nan He twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and beckoned, "Wine."

"Let me tell you, the strength of this highland barley is called a foot. A glass of it will pierce the stomach, so don't be too refreshing." Senlu stepped forward to hand the wine to Nanhe, "If the Pharmacopoeia Hall can't continue in the future, This wine is our secondary industry."

Although the business of the Pharmacopoeia Hall jointly opened by Nanhe and Senlu was bleak at the beginning, in the past few years, with Nanhe's medical skills and Senlu's brains in the medicinal material business, the two finally made some headway.

"I have good news for you." Senlu and Nanhe clinked glasses and said.

"It better be good news."

"A doctor has applied for the job," Mori said, "You can be a serious boss with me now."

Nan He gave him a blank look.

"What are you doing, aren't you happy?"

"I'm a doctor, should I be happy that I don't need to treat illnesses to save lives?"

"Standard! Your family training is not like that, oh, see through life and death."

"You should learn your Chinese first." Nan He shook his head and poured himself a glass of wine.

"You mean me!" Senlu slapped him with a smile, and then said, "My second son's birthday is two days old, and he asked me to play with him. It just so happens that the new doctor will take office tomorrow, why don't you go there for me?" Go to the south to look at the medicinal materials."

Nanhe pouted: "Can I say no? Say hello to my sister-in-law for me, and I will pay for whatever the child wants."

"Hey, then I'm not going to be polite. But I'm not talking about you, you should find one too. I'm going to have a third child here."

"You also know that you have an extra birth. I'm not trying to help the country balance your extra birth population."

"That's what you would say."

Nanhe got up, straightened his clothes: "Let's go."

"Brew a few more pots of highland barley! This is not enough to drink!"

Nan He smiled and waved his hands back as a response.

After closing the book in his hand, Nan He raised his head and smiled at the visitor, "Hello."

"I really appreciate your Pharmacopoeia Hall's support for us these years. The contract has been signed, and the medicinal materials will be delivered next month."

Nanhe is really not good at speaking in these scenes, so he can only deepen his smile. Anyway, Mori can also joke.

The other party was also rather embarrassed, so he could only forcefully find a topic: "Is this the first time Mr. Nan has come to the South?"

"I worked here for a few years before."

"Oh? I don't know if Mr. Nan has any hobbies. Can we go have a meal or listen to a song together? I heard that there is a new character in the Ruyi class recently." The last sentence was unconsciously muttered, and Nanhe heard Liao's expression froze.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Ruyi Class?"

"Mr. Nan is interested in this? It's a well-known troupe in our local area, why don't we go and have a look."

Nan He pursed his lips and nodded.

The garden is still the same as before. There are two large plates of peonies at the gate of the front garden. I don’t know if the magnolia on the wall in the back yard has thanked.Nanhe ordered a pot of Biluochun and waited quietly for the opening.

"Mr. Nan, do you want to watch the program?"

Nanhe couldn't hold back, nodded and took it, opened it and took a look, there was no one who played the most wonderful Concubine Yu.

"I seem to have heard of a famous actor when I was working here before." Nan He put down the post in his hand and looked at the stage, as if reminiscing, "Perhaps, the full moon in spring?"

"Mr. Nan actually knows this person! His tone is also top-notch, what a pity."

"pity?"

"It happened last year. I heard that a piece of red-hot coal was forced down the throat by a member of the same theater troupe. It was a crime. I'm lucky that I'm still alive. Mr. Nan?! Mr. Nan, where are you going? "

Nan He ran to the backyard and searched around blindly for what he was looking for.A girl was leaning against the window, holding a silver needle with one hand and a handkerchief with a magnolia flower pattern in the other. She stared at him for a while, and then called to Nan He to stop.

"Hey, no one is allowed here, who are you looking for?"

Nan He glanced at the girl, not knowing how to respond.

"I think you look familiar, little brother, let me think about it," the girl squinted and gestured at Nan He's face, and smiled, "I remember, the doctor who came here often a few years ago, you came to see Chun Brother."

Nanhe still didn't speak.

The girl also disappeared, and continued: "I knew when I saw your eyes staring straight at Brother Chun, but you came late, and Brother Chun left."

"You know him, can I ask, is he okay now?" Nan He finally spoke, and after he finished speaking, he reacted and said, "I haven't asked who is the girl yet?"

"I'm the daughter of the boss of this team, so it's good to talk to you." The girl glanced at the magnolia tree in front of the window and recalled.

"Brother Chun was picked up by my dad when he was very young. I am not qualified enough, but Brother Chun is motivated and talented. My dad has always wanted to pass this team on to him."

"Brother Chun has a lot of experience, but has an arrogant temper. There is a newcomer in the team who doesn't understand the rules and pesters the seniors to ask for advice. Brother Chun gave him a cold word, and the newcomer hated him. He tried his best to make trouble on and off the stage. A lot of people who didn't like Brother Chun's face came in to join in. It was just a disturbance, but that person took it seriously.

The girl thought for a while and continued: "It was a festival that day, the big guys were chatting around the fire, and they got involved with Brother Chun. Brother Chun's face was cold but not cold, so he listened carefully one by one. People, if you talk about something, there will be less barriers. In the middle of it, the scolding is also comforting, and there is no big hatred in the first place, so he yelled and suppressed Brother Chun to play around, and insisted on letting Brother Chun drink to settle the grudge, but the man took advantage of Brother Chun being restrained, and took a piece of hot red wine. The coal came over.

"At that time, everyone present was shocked. The small piece of charcoal was swallowed just like that. Singing depends on one's voice. Brother Chun loves acting so much. His life was saved, but his soul is gone."

Nanhe didn't dare to imagine what kind of scene it was, nor how painful it would be to swallow a piece of hot charcoal alive, nor how desperate he would be when he woke up.

"You like him, right? He has returned to his hometown. If you are still willing not to dislike him, I can tell you where he is." The girl sighed, "I have redeemed myself."

Looking at the direction in which Nanhe was leaving, the girl raised her hand holding the magnolia flower handkerchief, twirled her fingers and sang, "I think back then I used to dress up in fine clothes, but now only old clothes and skirts are left..."

Nanhe walked straight along the intersection, turned a few small turns, and saw a small mud house behind a large vegetable field.

There was a person wearing a plain white gown, sitting on a small bench in front of the door, staring at the porcelain pot that was cooking in front of him, milky white mist was evaporating from the edge of the pot lid.

Nan He approached him, the man's complexion was as misty and pale as the mist, a whiteness that even the evening glow could not soften, and it was even more fragile under the long black hair.The most conspicuous thing is his chapped lips, which are whiter than clouds and more cracked than tree trunks.

Chun Manyue looked up at the person coming, then lowered her head to care about the porcelain jar in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Nanhe, a doctor."

Chun Manyue looked up at him again, her eyes were cold, trying to force him back silently.

Nanhe didn't know what to do, he felt that Chunmanyue might not have remembered him as a trespasser who only met once, so he could only stand quietly by the side.

The mist around the lid of the porcelain pot was already thick enough. Chun Manyue picked up a wet towel and lifted the lid, and the aroma of glutinous rice leaked out instantly.

Nanhe smiled awkwardly, and asked again and again after hesitation: "It seems that there is no shop where you can eat. Can I ask for a bowl of porridge? Just a bowl."

Chun Manyue got up and went into the house. Before Nanhe could be disappointed, he saw him come out with a pair of bowls and spoons. Nanhe noticed that there was already a pair of bowls and spoons beside the stove.

Using a big wooden spoon to hold a bowl of porridge, Chunmanyue handed it to Nanhe, Nanhe took it quickly, his hands trembling badly, and after taking it, he remembered that he should thank you first, and said thank you countless times in a hurry.

The porridge is very thin, but the taste is very strong, and the thin rice melts in the mouth.It was already time for dinner, but there was nothing but this can of porridge.

Nanhe's nose suddenly became sour, but when he looked up, Chunmanyue looked at him in a daze. He touched his face, which was wet.Instead of being annoyed when he was found to be ashamed, Nan He inexplicably felt extremely wronged, and cried even harder all of a sudden.

The two faced each other like this, one weeping loudly while the other watched helplessly.

I don't know how long I cried, but it was already dark, and the moon appeared a little from the top of the mountain.Nan He was sobbing, his shoulders were still trembling, and now he knew he was ashamed, and lowered his head, trying to find a hole to get in.

After recovering, Nan He dug into his inner chest pocket, took out a dead magnolia flower, and handed it to Chun Manyue.

"Thank...thank you." The voice that seemed to have been ground by sandpaper struggled to spit out two words.

Nan He stared at the man in front of him, seeing him looking at the magnolia flower in his hand with joy in his eyes, the moonlight shining on him seemed to want to fuse man and light into one, fragile yet untouchable.

"Are you going with me?" Nanhe asked suddenly.

Chun Manyue regained her usual cold gaze, shook her head at him, then stood up, packed up the bowls and spoons, and entered the room. After a while, the room was lit with warm candlelight.

Nan He comforted himself, telling himself not to be in a hurry, if he couldn't be in a hurry, he glanced at the full moon hanging in the sky, and quietly made a wish for himself.

Then, I remembered that there seemed to be no place for him to live tonight.

It's over, Nanhe forgot about this, he must find a place to live these days, when he came in, he actually found out that this is a run-down town, ordinary people, there is nothing but a small tobacco and alcohol breakfast shop.

Nanhe's big plan was about to collapse before it started, he looked helplessly at the full moon above his head.

Chun Manyue knocked on the door at this time, signaling that the door would be closed if he didn't come in.Nanhe's eyes lit up, and he rushed in, forgetting his backpack outside the door.

The author has something to say: the beginning of love is a look

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