Southern flower locust

"What is this writing?" Chun Manyue glanced at the distorted and ugly characters crawling like bugs, and looked at Nanhe speechlessly.

"There is something to be planted in the small garden in the building, and this one," Nanhe handed another piece of paper to Chun'er, "This is the preliminary design drawing of the building, take a look, if you don't like it, I will change it." .”

"This word."

"I don't know why, it's still fine when writing the name of the medicine, but when it's time to write something else, the word becomes like this."

Nan He pursed his lips guiltily, he was copying all the copybooks Chun'er gave him, and even took the opportunity to let Chun'er teach him by hand.

But when writing those drug names, they still look good as if they were printed, but once those words are disassembled and written, they become crooked bugs.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll leave this matter to you, and write what you want to plant. Senlu recommended a flower and bird merchant for me, which is pretty good."

Chun Manyue gave him a blank look, but still took the few pieces of paper in her hands, and pressed them firmly on the desk.

"Is your throat still uncomfortable these days?" Nan He motioned Chun'er to look up, looked into his throat with a flashlight, and frowned. The situation was not as good as he showed.

"You can talk, but it's uncomfortable." Chun Manyue rubbed his Adam's apple and said, he was in a good mood these two days, and didn't care much about it, but "We don't take western medicine, it doesn't taste good."

"No, if it works, I still have to take it." Nan He comforted, "Take it for another week, and the medicinal soup I'm making now will be ready soon."

Because Chun'er is afraid of suffering, Nanhe has studied the medicinal soup for throat for a long time, and it will be effective recently.

Nan He rubbed Chun'er's hair, seeing the corner of his slightly raised mouth, couldn't help but take a bite.

The magnolia in the courtyard has formed buds again.

The full moon of spring is lying on the window sill, holding a brush and writing on the paper: magnolia, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, peach blossom...

The tip of the pen is bit by bit in the air, thinking about what else to add to his vegetable garden, it is best to plant all the good-looking ones, and only one plant of each kind will be precious.

Chun Manyue curled her lips, that woman didn't come today.Even if he doesn't care about world affairs anymore, he can still recognize cynicism and innuendo.The man didn't tell Nan He about his malice, and he didn't want to embarrass Nan He.

Besides, Nanhe started to hand over the work here today, and they will be able to leave here and go back soon.

Chun Manyue was planning carefully, with unstoppable anticipation on her face, when she suddenly heard a scream from outside the door.

After waiting for a while, the noise outside did not stop. Chun Manyue got up, went to the door to have a look, and found that a child next door was driving a two-wheeled car, accidentally slipped and fell when going downhill, and now he was lying helplessly. Weeping on the ground.Looking around, there was no one around, Chun Manyue thought about it, and went to help the child up.

The child had a big bump on his head, which was swollen and blue, and the skin on his knees and hands was worn out, and blood was constantly oozing out.Chun Manyue asked a few words where the child's home was, but he was sobbing so badly that he couldn't say anything.

There was no other way, Chun Manyue could only take him home and simply treat his wound.

The child gradually calmed down and sobbed, his body trembled, it seemed that he had fallen hard.

"Where is your home?" Chun Manyue asked again when the child had almost recovered.

This time, before the child could speak, there was a loud noise outside the door.

"Ah Quan! Where are you?"

"Hey, isn't this Ah Quan's car, could it have gotten into it?"

Everyone looked at the courtyard in front of them together, and looked at each other in blank dismay.Ah Quan's mother was anxious to find her child, so she walked in first.

"Ah Quan!" As soon as Ah Quan's mother came in, she saw the sobbing child standing in front of Chun Manyue, she immediately went over to pull her over, and checked up and down, "You child! Didn't I tell you not to play in this area? Take a look." How did you fall, you deserve a beating, right?"

Then he glanced at Chun Manyue, didn't know what to say, just nodded, picked up Ah Quan and was about to leave.

Chun Manyue was not the one who was rescued just to be thanked. He took the water next to him and drank it. Since the morning, his throat has been uncomfortable again. Just after saying a few words, his throat started to burn like a fire.

But sometimes it's like this, you don't want to make trouble, but trouble always finds you.

"Hey, why are you like this? Ah Quan fell like this and you just let him stand here? Pharmacopoeia Hall is not far from here, can't you send the child to Pharmacopoeia Hall?" An aunt following behind accused began to accuse.

"What did you put on Ah Quan? Don't you know you need to disinfect it first? There is no disinfectant in your pile of things. How did you get it for Ah Quan?"

A few days ago, Huang Xiaonian's aunt stuck her head in from the door and said mockingly: "Otherwise, what else do you expect him to do? Let me see, even if he can't have children himself, he can't see other people's children either. Fortunately, we came early, otherwise Ah Quan might have been caught by him."

Chun Manyue put down the teacup in her hand, and stared at the person who said this warningly, signaling her to pay attention to her words.

"Why are you staring at me? Am I wrong? I think it's Dr. Nan's wife who brings her children to look for her every day. You can't beat that, so you want to vent your anger on someone else's. Look at Ah Quan. The bruises on the arms, how can you fall like this?"

"It's not like I said, you have a little self-knowledge, okay? It's okay in the past. Now that Dr. Nan's wife and children have been found, you can wink and go on your own. Are you embarrassed? The neighbors in the neighborhood usually say you If you can’t hear it, let Dr. Nan take it all.”

"Doctor Nan treats you badly. If you want to harm him like this and force his family to disperse, it's a crime."

Chun Manyue picked up the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground, her eyes were already bloodshot, and she shouted hoarsely, "Get out!"

"Why, don't you usually pretend to be very gentle? Now I can't pretend anymore, and I don't know what kind of dirty things I did before."

The aunt watched Chun Manyue's reaction proudly. Since this man came, her son has not stopped praising him, and the words are yearning that she didn't realize.The aunt knew that she couldn't scold her son publicly, which was tantamount to telling her son that he fell in love with such a lowly bastard, so she could only chat with others openly and secretly about Chun Manyue's misconduct.

When Chun Manyue left with a pot of ugly words, his son's heart would naturally come back, and he would not have outrageous thoughts about men in the future.

The aunt didn't expect to catch up with such a good opportunity to stop Huang Xiaonian to inquire about the progress today, so she waved back and asked Huang Xiaonian, who was standing at the outermost edge, to come up and say.

"Xiao Nian, tell me."

Huang Xiaonian looked at the full moon in Chun, and couldn't help but feel guilty.She knew that Chunmanyue was not as weak as it appeared on the surface, but she also knew that this was an excellent time to hit Chunmanyue, so she was cruel, Huang Xiaonian said.

"Brother Chun, let Brother Jiu go, and return him to me, to my Ah Sang, okay?"

Nan He hadn't pushed open the wooden door that was usually wide open but was closed today when he heard a heart-piercing cough coming from the courtyard. He was startled and hurriedly opened the door and ran in.

"Chun'er!"

Chun Manyue's hand holding the medicine bottle shook, and all the white pills inside were scattered on the ground, rolling into the darkness.

Nan He was so frightened that he dropped the honey pot he was carrying to the ground, and the honey inside splashed all over the ground.Nanhe's hand that wanted to support Chun'er was separated by Chun'er's hand, he heard him say.

"You and I have been tossed around, and we will see each other eventually."

Her voice was so hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, but it seemed that she had poured out all the gentle words in her life.

"Chun'er, don't talk for a while, okay, I'll take you to the hospital to have a look, okay?"

Chun Manyue shook her head, and looked at the only white pill that remained in her hand.Nan He followed his gaze, his mind went blank, and he suddenly remembered: What are the ingredients of this medicine?

"Chun'er, stay here first, I'll go to the Pharmacy Hall, you stay here obediently, bear with the sore throat, I'll be right back."

Nanhe picked up the medicine bottle and a tablet on the ground, and ran towards the Pharmacopoeia Hall.

"Doctor Nan? Why are you back again?" The doctor on duty stood up and asked after seeing Nan He go back and forth.

Nan He handed him the medicine bottle and pills in his hand: "Is there an ingredient list for this medicine?"

"Let me see, yes, just wait a moment."

Nan He pinched his eyebrows, he was flustered and flustered, he didn't consider the ingredients of the medicine when he took the medicine, Chun'er's throat was already damaged, and the ingredients of the medicine that are too strong must not be touched.

Taking the piece of paper handed over by the doctor on duty, Nan He roughly scanned it, his heart turned cold for an instant, and dense grid lines flashed in his mind one after another.

Chun'er's voice might be completely useless.

Nanhe was thinking about how to explain to Chun'er in his heart, and tried not to look so sad on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Nanhe walked into the door, as gentle as usual.

No answer.

Nanhe walked into Chun'er's room, and there were only pills scattered on the floor.

"Chun'er?" Nanhe ran into the yard and shouted, "Chun'er!"

Still no answer.

A possibility came to mind, Nan He ran back to the room, his hands stopped in front of the closet, his heart sank, and he opened the half-empty closet.

Nanhe had been in this mud house for three days. After confirming that Chun'er had really left, Nanhe immediately bought a train ticket back to the south and rushed to the mud house behind the vegetable garden.

But nothing.

The dust in the room had accumulated a layer as thick as a little finger, and the dust floating in the air could be clearly seen when the candle was lit.Because the vegetable garden has not been taken care of for a long time, the weeds are already as tall as half a person.

Everything is showing that no one has ever been here.

But Nanhe knew that Chun'er would definitely come back here.

He cleaned everything inside and out, and the vegetable garden was done.Yesterday, the blueprints of the designed buildings were given to the local construction workers, and construction can start in a week.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner according to his plan, except Chun Manyue.

Nanhe moved the small bench, took the porridge pot, and sat at the gate, quietly watching the rising milky white mist.

There were rustling footsteps not far away, Nan He looked up, there were two policemen in uniform.

"Hello, is this the home of Mr. Chunmanyue?"

The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.