Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Ten minutes later, Grandma Zeng came back. Seeing the child always looking behind her, she smiled and waved her hand, "I drove him back."

After Ying Yanyu heard this, instead of relaxing, his face turned pale, and he stared at the door in a daze in a daze.

Seeing this, Grandma Zeng sighed vaguely, took out a cigarette from the wooden cabinet, and waved to Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng followed out.

"Chengcheng, help grandma get a box of matches." Grandma Zeng sat on the rocking chair in the yard, looking a little tired.

Wen Cheng responded and went to the kitchen.

When he came out again, he saw grandma laughing at him: "How can you be a doctor like you and not persuade me to quit?"

Wen Cheng struck the match, as if thinking of something funny, a smile appeared on her thin lips.

"My first "Basics of Traditional Chinese Medicine" class was taught by an old professor. He is a smoker himself. He asked us when he came to the stage, is it fresh meat that has been preserved for a long time, or bacon?"

"It must be bacon." The students replied.

The old professor said, "Yes, there is a reason. My black lungs, which are smoky, need to be used more."

After listening to it, Grandma Zeng thought about it twice before she burst into laughter: "Isn't this nonsense!"

Wen Cheng also said: "That's right, I was complained by the students later."

Grandma Zeng laughed again, exhaled smoke and said, "But the people who persuaded me to quit smoking at that time are all dead now, not as hard as me."

This is clearly a joke.

Wen Cheng heard a different sigh and nostalgia.

"This person, he can choke to death when he drinks water. He shouldn't die. He's fine by jumping off the building." Grandma Zeng believed in her fate. In this life, besides being worthy of her conscience and responsibilities, she should pay attention to happiness.

"Cheng Cheng," Grandma glanced sideways at Ying Yan Yu who was walking, and whispered softly, "That woman will come to trouble you, so be careful recently."

"Well," Wen Cheng wasn't surprised, but she didn't worry about herself, she kept saying, "Don't let the kid know, lest he worry about it."

Grandma Zeng paused with her hand holding the cigarette, then covered her mouth and kept laughing, waved her hand and said, "Stop standing here, let's cook!"

Is it so funny?

Wen Cheng thought that grandma was thinking about the bacon, so she didn't ask much, and went to the mountain to pick vegetables with a "little tadpole" behind her.

When he reached the mountainside, he still felt something was wrong.

So he told Ying Yanyu about it again.

"...Didn't your score in the college entrance examination be too low, and you were tricked into being a pyramid scheme?" the child asked.

Wen Cheng slapped him on the arm: "What the fuck! I'm going to MLM, can you still see me?"

"Yes, I can find you by smelling it." Ying Yanyu smiled with eight big white teeth.

"Then smell it, where is there any fresh pumpkin here, I'll cook it for you..." Wen Cheng turned around and pointed casually, but she didn't expect that it happened to be aimed at a person?

The sun was shining right now, and apart from them, there was only the person in front of them on the mountain.

The scorching light illuminated his silver-rimmed glasses, a little dazzling.

Wen Cheng raised his hand and forgot to put it down.

"Chengcheng, stop pointing, it's impolite." Ying Yanyu took his index finger and pulled it down.

And the person ten meters away seemed to be struck by lightning, and repeated exaggeratedly: "Orange?!"

"...Did you call Chengcheng?" Ying Yanyu suddenly lowered his face, his tone was full of ferocity.

Xie Xuan looked at him strangely, as if seeing a dog enclosing a territory.

"You...why are you here?" Wen Cheng bypassed the child and went straight to meet him.

Xie Xu'an also took two steps forward, smiling elegantly and kindly: "You're not welcome?"

Wen Cheng gave him a blank look: "How dare, I haven't paid back the 1000 yuan."

Xie Xu'an smiled and said, "You don't have to pay it back, but you never borrowed money from me. I'm a little worried. Let's take a look."

Seeing his sweaty face, Wen Cheng took out two crumpled toilet paper from his pocket and handed them over.

When he moved here, he didn't tell the other party in detail, so he casually mentioned the foot of the hill on Jugaodong Street.

He didn't know how much effort it took for the other party to find him all the way.

"Don't look at me like that." Xie Xu'an wiped his forehead and immediately covered it with scraps of inferior paper.

Wen Cheng raised his hand to erase it for him: "Ying Yanyu, take him down to rest first, I'll find a melon."

Looking back, he realized that the child had been abnormally quiet from just now.

"Okay," Ying Yanyu nodded obediently, "What's your name?"

Wen Cheng suddenly realized something, and opened her mouth to explain: "This is my roommate from college, Xie Xu'an."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to slap himself.

What the hell is he nervous about?

"Oh," Ying Yanyu looked at him bookish, "Is it also a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Yes," Xie Xu'an took the initiative to go over and handed him a cigarette: "Your name is Ying Yanyu?"

"Well, don't smoke," Ying Yanyu felt that he was overwhelmed by the other party's mature temperament, a little stiff, "Thank you."

Xie Xuan still smiled, and naturally put away the cigarette case.

"Alright then, I'll go down first, Cheng Zi."

Wen Cheng agreed, and seeing the two of them walking down side by side, she vaguely felt something was wrong.

What's wrong?Nothing wrong.

Forget it, take care of him.

It is impossible to fight.

Just add two more dishes today.

Wen Cheng calculated the leftover ingredients at home, and finally finalized, preserved egg mixed with tiger pepper, dry pot potato chicken.

Xie Xu'an loves to eat...what do children like to eat?

Tsk, he doesn't know yet.

"Are you familiar with Wen Cheng?"

"Are you familiar with oranges?"

The two walked for a while and asked at the same time.

As soon as Ying Yanyu spoke, when he heard the word "Chengzi", he hurriedly asked again: "Are you familiar with Chengcheng?"

really.

Xie Xu'an had a surprised look on his face again: "You called him Cheng Cheng? He didn't beat you up?"

"Hit me?" Ying Yanyu tossed on his flip-flops and walked away with a loud noise, "He can't bear it."

Xie Xu'an stopped when he heard this.

He took out the cigarette case, shook out one, put it in his mouth, opened the old stainless steel lighter, folded it, and lit it with his head down.

This series of movements is elegant and mature, with a unique masculinity.

Ying Yan Yu followed and stopped, and after he finished pretending to be aggressive, he took another two puffs of cigarettes before asking, "Do you have any objections to me?"

Xie Xu'an suddenly smiled, contemptuously and perfunctorily.

Ying Yanyu was not angry either: "You are a fake."

"Why am I lying?" Xie Xu'an bit his cigarette and wiped his face.

"You laughed so hard in front of Chengcheng just now that I almost threw up," Ying Yanyu took two steps, "Can you go?"

"Let's go." Xie Xu'an raised his hand holding the cigarette, as if asking "Have you eaten?", and said, "I don't feel right about you, who should I pay attention to?"

"Wen Cheng." Ying Yanyu didn't even get stuck, "He knows."

"Cough..." Xie Xu'an choked on the smoke.

"When are you leaving?" Ying Yanyu led him into the iron gate, but the black mouth didn't even bite.

It's just too disappointing!

Not as useful as him!

"I just rushed out the door?" Xie Xu'an put out the cigarette before entering the door.

"Chengcheng and I are going out this afternoon." Ying Yanyu said.

"What are you going to do?" Xie Xu'an was not polite, "Let's go together."

Your old man thinks so beautifully.

Ying Yan Yu just wanted to refuse.

Wen Cheng came back with a big pumpkin in his arms and a few green peppers in his pocket.

"How did you get here?"

"I..." Xie Xu'an preempted Ying Yanyu's mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.

He smiled and said, "We're discussing going out in the afternoon."

Wen Cheng froze for a very brief moment, glanced at the child, nodded and said "OK".

"You came at a good time. I'm not sure about headaches..."

"Headache?" Xie Xu'an smiled back, took the melon in his hand, and his pale lips turned blood red, "What do you think?"

He frowned and looked at Ying Yanyu.

"Don't force yourself if you don't want to go."

Wen Cheng stopped him: "What a big deal."

But even so, Ying Yanyu could hear the clue.

What Wen Cheng didn't want him to know, but Xie Xu'an knew.

They are really familiar.

When going upstairs, Xie Xu'an carried the melon and walked in front.

Wen Cheng was two steps behind, leaned towards the child uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice, "What do you like to eat?"

Ying Yanyu said without thinking, "Orange."

Wen Cheng: "..."

Seeing that there were still people in the inner door, Xie Xu'an turned around to ask, but found that his hot-tempered college roommate blushed.

Hold.

"what are you doing?"

Ying Yanyu glanced across, rushed forward in two steps, pushed the door open and shouted at Grandma Zeng: "Grandma, Chengcheng's classmates are here to eat!"

"Oh! Who is it?" Grandma got up and asked.

"Thank you uncle!" Ying Yanyu said.

Wen Cheng almost didn't laugh out loud, he turned his head to look at Xie Xu'an's contrived elegance, which was almost unsteady, and finally couldn't hold it back, "hahaha", propped his thighs, and laughed all he could.