Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

In the next few days, Grandma Zeng's house will be lively.

With one order, she moved Ying Yanyu and lived next door to Dr. Wen.

Of course, she asked Wen Cheng's opinion in advance. If not, there is still a vacant guest room on the first floor. She is in her seventies and eighties, so she doesn't have to shy away from the younger generation.

But Wen Cheng agreed very simply: "Yes, it's empty anyway."

then.

Ying Yanyu lay on the bed with Simmons, and fell into a coma for two days and two nights.

When he opened his eyes again, it was early morning.

The hut under the deep mountain is covered with a layer of mist.

The chickens in the yard were crowing, followed by the dog, and he heard the door closing, as if someone had come back.

"Are you still sleeping?" Wen Cheng carried two empty buckets on his body, which didn't match his temperament.

"Here." Knowing that the other party couldn't hear, Grandma subconsciously lowered her voice, "I just went up to watch it, and I was snoring!"

"Really." Wen Cheng said with a smile.

Ying Yanyu's lips were itchy by the humming laughter, and he turned his face and buried himself in the pillow.

Within two seconds, he moved out again. His face was reddish, and his eyes were so clear that they were cold.

With a long hand, he took out the note hidden under the bed, twisted it between his fingertips, and was not in a hurry to open it.

And Wen Cheng downstairs didn't know that his past was being controlled by others.

"Cheng Cheng." Grandma Zeng brought out a soy milk bun, looked at him, and hesitated to speak.

Wen Cheng paused the hand holding the bun, made a rough guess, and said with a smile, "Grandma, you can ask."

Grandma Zeng sat down and said calmly, "Does Xiaoyu like you?"

Wen Cheng took a sip of soy milk: "I don't know, maybe, he didn't say anything."

Wen Cheng was actually thinking that this stinky kid might be too lacking in fatherly love. He licked the soy milk next to his mouth, and suddenly remembered that he was bitten, and choked.

"Drink slowly." Grandma Zeng patted him, the corners of her wrinkled eyes drooped with worry, "What do you think?"

Wen Cheng has a strong ability to accept such things: "I don't think so, he's still a kid."

Grandma Zeng shook her head, she knew in her heart that Xiaoyu was a gambler and stubborn child, but occasionally, his forbearance and restraint inadvertently showed even she felt terrible.

"I just want to ask, what do you think about the fact that he likes men?"

"This is quite normal," Wen Cheng said. "When I was in the hospital in the early years, I also encountered some parents who brought their daughter to the doctor and said that she likes women, and asked me how to treat them?"

Grandma Zeng asked: "Can it be cured?"

Wen Cheng smiled: "It's not a disease. I explained it to them, but they didn't listen. They just bit me to death. If I can't do it, I'll see someone else."

With Wen Cheng's violent temper, he just ignored her at that time.

But in the blink of an eye, seeing the helpless look in the little girl's eyes, he suddenly thought, where will she be taken by her parents after she leaves here?

"In the end, I saw that she had a dull complexion, her lips were pale, and her pulse was stringy and astringent. I prescribed three pairs of Taohong Siwu soup and told her to take it back to recuperate her body. Then I told her parents that this medicine was inherited from my ancestors. All diseases, let them add another 100 yuan."

Wen Cheng couldn't help laughing when she said this.

"It took a year before they realized something was wrong and reported me."

Grandma Zeng scolded with a smile: "It deserves it!"

Then he asked, "What happened to the little girl?"

Wen Cheng held back her smile and drank the rest of the soy milk: "When she left, I said a word to her."

"Some things, you just need to understand. Your parents are only in their thirties. Humans make mistakes. You have to learn to judge for yourself."

Wen Cheng wondered if the little girl understood.

He understood intuitively, otherwise her parents wouldn't have waited a year to find out.

Grandma took him to chat for a while, going around, and finally said tactfully: "Xiaoyu is not easy, no matter what happens in the future, he has something to say."

Wen Cheng bit the bun and nodded.

......

And the same moment.

Ying Yanyu unfolded the note.

He hesitated, should he get Doctor Wen's consent?

But he was clear in his heart, it was impossible to agree, this was the only chance.

No worries, no guilt.

When he looked at the first word, he made a decision, even if it was to die for him——

Wen Cheng, 31 years old, registered permanent residence in Lingzhou city.

Since he was a child, he lived with two fugitives. It was rumored that they were his parents. He was abandoned outside the supermarket when he was eight years old.

Adopted by Wang Peixiang at the age of ten.

Wang Peixiang, a retired teacher, was reported to have a mental illness.

Graduated from university at the age of 23, entered a tertiary hospital, lived in poverty, behaved extremes, and resigned many times.

At the age of 30, Wang Peixiang died and moved to Gaodong.

......

In the steamy bathroom.

Wen Cheng propped his hands on the sink, which was his habit.

The opened faucet spewed out water at a constant speed, and a small nest was spun out at the bottom of the pool and rolled into the black hole.

He just watched silently for a while, until the door suddenly opened.

Boom.

Moisture froze in the air as the bathroom door was pushed open.

The two stared at each other, but neither responded.

"What are you doing!" Ying Yanyu was even more surprised.

The corner of Wen Cheng's mouth twitched: "Take a bath."

Ying Yanyu yelled even louder: "Why are you taking a bath here!"

"...This is my home." Wen Cheng said sincerely.

Ying Yanyu's complexion changed, and he looked around with his head, and then he was relieved, and blurted out: "I was scared to death, I thought I had a sexual dream, and I was injured, how bad it is."

As he spoke, he stopped suddenly.

Wen Cheng: "??"

next second.

Ying Yanyu covered his nose.

"...Get out!" Wen Cheng gritted his teeth and pulled the towel, not knowing where to cover it first.

"Yeah." Ying Yanyu nodded vigorously, but didn't move.

Wen Cheng's face turned red with anger. He wanted to scold, but found that the child didn't see anything he shouldn't.

Instead, he stared straight at the cross scar on his heart, with an inquiring face, and opened his mouth to ask.

"go out!"

He interrupted first, and his angry tone was more to hide the panic mixed with it.

Ying Yanyu looked into his eyes, nodded and said "OK", then closed the door and left.

When Wen Cheng got dressed and went downstairs, Grandma Zeng was wiping Ying Yanyu's nosebleed.

"..." Is it fucking real? !

Wen Cheng's old face burned, and he suddenly remembered, was this kid looking at his scar just now, or was he looking at his chest?

He originally thought of himself as flat as a horse, but he didn't see it.

But in the eyes of children, is this as exciting as looking at a woman's breasts?

Hold.

Ying Yanyu seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and when Grandma asked him what was going on, he muttered: "Chengcheng does not close the door when taking a shower."

Wen Cheng casually picked up the roll of paper and threw it on the child's head: "Did you call Cheng Cheng! Uncle!"

"Oh!" Ying Yanyu buzzed to Grandma with paper stuffed in his nose: "Chengcheng is not good, I have an injury on my head and I still want to hit it, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Grandma Zeng patted the dog's head.

Wen Cheng was so angry that she went out and broke a branch and came back.

"Hey! What are you going to do!" Grandma Zeng wanted to stop her.

Ying Yanyu's eyes lit up "swish", and he said excitedly: "Little branch!"

Wen Cheng was taken aback by his "fucking" expression, threw the branch away like a mouse, and sat down on the children's plastic stool without a temper.

Concentrate your eyes and think deeply.

He was helpless against this little brat?

Ying Yanyu grinned from where he couldn't see, and then the phone vibrated, and he picked it up sideways.

"Brother Ying! The matter of the grandparents and grandson is settled!" Hu San said, asking for credit.