Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

"Uh... ah... ah..." The woman bit her index finger, and the other hand was digging on the table, her knuckles turned white, and she was whispering coquettishly.

In the narrow and closed hut, there is a musty smell everywhere.

The morning light shines through the tea-colored glass, blurring a dark yellow room, like the depression in the evening.

"Tsk."

The man was speechless impatiently, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and the veins on the back of his hands exploded one by one. Finally, when the woman let out a low cry again, he gave up!

"Doctor Wen?" Oli called him coquettishly, with tears in her eyes.

Wen Cheng made a "tsk" sound again, and squatted halfway in front of her, holding her feet with hands wearing plastic gloves, and softly reprimanded in a sexy|sexy voice: "Shut up!"

"Ah," the woman covered her mouth and smiled shyly, "This is an occupational disease."

"I don't care what your illness is, I only treat leg illness." Wen Cheng helped her fix her broken foot, then applied a layer of homemade Chinese herbal ointment on it, stood up and said, "Slightly fractured, healed in about two months, three months Analgesia within days."

The cool grass mud had a bitter aroma, and the burning pain on the shin disappeared most of it immediately.

Sitting on the table, Oli brushed her long blond hair above her knees, and said softly, "Doctor Wen, how much is it?"

Wen Cheng took off the gloves, turned around and threw them into the trash can, without looking at her, said coldly: "Five hundred, I'll give you a friendship discount, six hundred and four."

Oli was stunned: "...Why are there more?"

"After entering your shop, lady boss, if I go out again, I will no longer be a pure old man in the eyes of others. You have to pay me for my innocence." Wen Cheng said very seriously.

So much so that Ollie's cute little face was distorted.

"You are a man, at this age, why do you want to be innocent?" Oli bit her plump lips and muttered: "Then can I pay with meat?"

"Of course not!" Wen Cheng was in disbelief at Oli's proposal, "No matter how I think about it, I'm at a disadvantage."

"..." Damn it, old man, the meat is going to stink!

Moaning, Oli took out the wallet from behind, took out [-] and handed it over. When her hands intersected, she lightly hooked her five fingers, and was about to touch it, but the other party nimbly dodged it.

"Be honest," Wen Cheng rolled up the money with her long, white fingers and put it in her wallet, "Don't take advantage of me."

Ollie snorted again: "You're old, don't give me a little wipe, and you won't be afraid of spontaneous combustion."

Wen Cheng didn't bother to say any more, picked up the black shoulder bag for travel on the table, waved and walked out of the beauty salon.

When he raised the door curtain, he reached out his hand to block the suddenly brightening light.

The warm sun penetrated through his fingers and hit the white and smooth face, clean and pure, with a bit of abstinence in his handsomeness.

Ollie stared straight at him, but she couldn't tell that this person was already 31 years old. Her slender legs were wrapped in light blue jeans, and her thin waist was covered by a V-neck white T-shirt... It looks very powerful.

"Let me treat your eyes again. Can acupuncture work? [-]% off?" Wen Cheng suddenly turned her head, and the irritability in her tone instantly ruined her temperament.

"There is no Chinese medicine doctor like you, no wonder there is no business." Oli turned her head and lit a cigarette, and when she looked up again, she had already left.

Wencheng recently moved to Gaodong, a typical urban-rural fringe area.He came out of the beauty salon and walked to the bumpy side street, feeling a little dazed.

It's only seven in the morning.

The small street, which is only three meters wide, is already full of vegetable stalls, and no one is guarding them. The aunts and uncles who sell vegetables have all gone to the teahouses on both sides, chatting vigorously.

"Heh - bah!" An old man sat on the side of the road, spitting thick phlegm on the extremely dirty ground, and then ordered another cup of tea: "Another fifty cents!"

"Okay!" Someone in the store responded, and after a while, the woman with a big belly brought out a kettle full of tea stains, and quickly filled the cup for the uncle.

Wen Cheng hadn't seen these before, so she couldn't help but take a second look, then walked around the garbage on the ground, walked slowly to the end of the street, turned left, and went down the stone stairs.

Below this is the Gaodong Vegetable Market.

Because of the need to collect rent, it is not as lively as above.

Wen Cheng looked up and glanced at the "Fat Erge Grocery Store" written in red on a white background, avoiding the bags of peppers and star anise blocking the way, and was about to pass by when the boss poured out a bag of pepper powder.

The dark brown powder suddenly flew up and exploded into the nasal cavity.

"Ah cough!" Wen Cheng didn't have time to get the paper, so he had to try his best to hold back his sneeze, and his breath rushed to his forehead.

...fuck me.

Could it be stepping on shit?

Wen Cheng remembered the scene of seeing a child squatting in the pit by the drain the day before yesterday, and was a little afraid to look down.

"Uncle, you stepped on my cucumber." The still childish voice of the young man was a bit ruffian, very aggressive.

Wen Cheng glanced down, and first saw a handsome young man sitting huddled on a low bench. He was wearing a vest and big pants, pocketing in one hand, and holding a mobile phone in the other. He was stretching his legs to look at him.

Then I saw the crushed cucumber under my feet, which was broken beyond repair.

"Sorry little brother, I bought this one." Wen Cheng took out his wallet, "How much is it?"

The little handsome guy didn't answer, but frowned and looked him back and forth, and then said word by word: "This, root?"

"What?" Wen Cheng doesn't like to eat cucumbers, and he doesn't like to buy them for storage, "Can't you sell one?"

The little handsome guy waved his hand holding the phone, signaling to let him go, and continued to fiddle with the phone with his head down.

"..." Wen Cheng had actually met him a few times, he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, didn't study, came to the stall on time every day, the dishes were all withered, and no one bought them.

"Then can I buy two?" He said kindly.

The little handsome guy hesitated for half a second, nodded, picked up two cucumbers, weighed them, and handed them directly to Wen Cheng: "Three yuan and four."

"...Okay." Wen Cheng didn't have any change, so he gave it to Zhang Shishi, and was waiting for someone to pay for it, when there was a loud shout from behind him!

"Dog | Damn it! You bastard! I'm taking over my stall again!"

Dog|How could Japanese be a bastard?

Before Wen Cheng understood it, the person in front of him jumped up!Run away in a hurry!

"Don't run away if you have the guts! I won't kill you today!" The middle-aged uncle ran two steps with a big belly, and stopped eating.

He raised his short and thick fingers, pointed at the vendors around him, and said angrily, "You two are watching a good show!"

"Ouch, isn't this fun!" The owner of the grocery store looked at Wen Cheng amusedly, "Brother, he hasn't made up your 20 yuan yet."

"Ah." Only then did Wen Cheng realize that the relationship was not that person's?

He dares to collect money as soon as he sits here?

"Fuck, I won't go to drink tea again." The stall owner picked up the dishes on the stall casually, sat down and lit a cigarette, and complained in his mouth: "Where did the wild child come from? He didn't come here before." I've seen him."

"He's new here." The owner of the grocery store held the porcelain cup and blew on the tea leaves on the surface. As a result, the hair on his head was blown away with too much force. He quickly grabbed it back, feeling a little embarrassed Glanced around.

Wen Cheng was dazzled by his shiny bald head, turned away and walked away.

Unbelievable.

That child is quite fat, before this matter, he would definitely think about it for a day, but it seems quite normal here.

It's much more normal than squatting in a public place.

Wen Cheng wandered around the vegetable market twice, and finally returned to the street with pig's trotters, lotus root, and two cucumbers.

At this time, the teahouse was much quieter.

The vegetable stalls are also scattered.

Instead, there is the sound of ping-pong playing mahjong and the white mist of cigarettes.

"Cough..." Wen Cheng doesn't smoke, she's a little choking, and no one sells cigarettes here, everyone buys tobacco, rolls it up at home and smokes it, the smell is so strong that it can't be dissipated kind.

The money that Wen Cheng received for grocery shopping several times still had that smell.

Walking through the side street, there is a barber shop in front of it, especially the original one. It costs 20 yuan to cut hair and [-] yuan to dye it black.

There is no other color in his house except black.

"Handsome uncle!"

At the door of Sister Liu's barbershop, there is a small table, where a little girl with ponytails is often seen doing homework.

Wen Cheng smiled at her, and was about to take a bag of lemon slices from his bag, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a security guard staring at him like a pervert outside the police station next door.

Wen Cheng felt uncomfortably watched by him, the smile on his face disappeared, the veins on his forehead stretched out when he turned his head, his sharp eyebrows were raised, and he opened his mouth and said silently: "Look at your fucking fart!"

The security guard was obviously stunned. After the people left, he leaned out from the security booth and looked up with wide eyes: Gaodong Street Police Station.

what.

It says police station.

Not imposing enough?

Wen Cheng walked into the alley between the barber shop and the police station. It was about one meter wide and paved with bluestone slabs, winding all the way to Gaodong Mountain.

"Woof! Woah! Woof! Woah!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

"Quack quack."

As soon as he came home, he was welcomed by all kinds of chickens, ducks, dogs and rabbits at home.

"Chengcheng is back?" The landlord, Grandma Zeng, came down from the inner door and opened the iron door, followed by a native dog named "Wuzui".

"Grandma, I bought pig's trotters and stewed them softer, so it's easier for you to eat." Wen Cheng entered the door, and the blooming and drooping bougainvillea on the door shaved her forehead hair.

He conveniently put the vegetables on the stairs, raised his hand and wrapped the excess vines around the top of the door, and checked the row of magnolias on the left side of the stairs again.

"They're all growing very well." Grandma took the vegetables away, her thin body still flexible, "By the way, the kid I told you about last time moved here the day before yesterday, and you've been busy, so you couldn't Let's meet."

"The day after tomorrow, ask him to come over for dinner." Wen Cheng was still standing under the stairs, pushed open the fence on the right side of the iron gate, and fed some rice leaves to the chicken.

The house he rented was a rural villa.

The house with several hundred square meters was built with a wall, separated from it, and divided into two buildings. It can be rented to both of them at the same time, but the pond on the roof is still accessible.

"Grandma, does the kid you mentioned live alone?" Wen Cheng was quite surprised, as there was no school nearby.

"Yeah, he is the grandson of my best friend and her cousin. He was disobedient and kicked out." Grandma Zeng put on the apron she got from the supermarket to buy underwear, and there was a muscular man printed on it. sick."

"Sick?" Wen Cheng went to help in the kitchen and gave two bones to the dog.

"Ah, show it to others when the time comes, such a small child is pitiful." Grandma said.

"Okay," Wen Cheng didn't think much about it, "After dinner, I'll go up the mountain to see how my Sanqi is doing, and I'll water the vegetables along the way, you rest, don't bother, it's hot today."