Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

After eating at noon, the three said goodbye to grandma and went out together.

Wang Peng's house is a little far away from Gaodong. In another district, it takes three bus transfers, at least two and a half hours.

How could Ying Yanyu let Wen Cheng squeeze the bus? He touched the 1 yuan in his pocket, and was about to raise his hand to stop the bus, when Xie Xuan opened the door of an Audi Q7.

"Your hand is cramping? Come up."

"..." Ying Yanyu saw that Wen Cheng sat up naturally, scratched the hair on his head, and got into the car in frustration.

"What?" Wen Cheng asked him.

"Ah, it's nothing." Ying Yanyu fell into that rare tranquility again.

This was a good thing, but Wen Cheng felt awkward.

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, and in the slightly enclosed space, there was a faint fragrance mixed with the dull atmosphere.

"Have you changed the air freshener?" Wen Cheng rarely took the initiative to chat.

Xie Xuan turned the steering wheel and turned the car on the highway before saying, "Well, the lavender before was too tired. I drove to the doctor every day, and I almost vomited."

Wen Cheng smiled: "The lemon flavor you use now?"

Xie Xu'an glanced at the back seat from the rearview mirror, and said maliciously, "It smells like orange."

bang——

Ying Yanyu raised his long legs, and his knee hit the front seat.

"Sorry." He was a little out of shape.

"It's okay," Xie Xu'an said with a smile on his face, "I just want to get a new one."

Ying Yanyu looked out the window and didn't speak any more.

Looking from the highway, you can clearly feel the cool air emanating from the rolling mountains, like a row of frozen mung bean paste.

along the way.

Wen Cheng was chatting with Xie Xu'an. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they were not unfamiliar.

"This car is well maintained. I remember you bought it in your junior year, right?"

Xie Xu'an's expression changed when he heard the words: "Chengzi, are you kidding me?"

Wen Cheng was puzzled: "What?"

Xie Xuan said: "How many years has it been? Do you think I still drive that one? This is the third one of the same model. I am used to it and have never changed the model."

"Oh." Wen Cheng nodded, "Yes."

Xie Xuan tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, and tried to ask: "I got a new car, so I'll sell you this one?" It's definitely impossible to give it away.

"No, I live in that area. It's okay if your car can climb mountains, otherwise it's useless." Wen Cheng said, hearing regular "bang bang" sounds from around him.

He turned his head and saw that the child was leaning against the car window and fell asleep.

"Slow down."

Wen Cheng instructed softly, turned around and took the pillow, and leaned over. As soon as he put the pillow on the car window, Ying Yan Yu fell on him.

"..."

"Pretending to be sleeping?" Xie Xu'an laughed in a disdainful tone.

Wen Cheng looked at him with a "something wrong with you" expression on his face: "Why are you pretending to sleep? You haven't watched less TV dramas in the past few years, right? Keep your voice down, he has injuries, maybe he's tired."

Xie Xu'an suddenly changed into that surprised expression again, and said with a suppressed voice: "Hey, if you do this again, I'll be very happy. What kind of friendship do we have? When did you sleep on my back? Where did this come from?" Little wild dog, is he quite good at acting like a baby?"

Wen Cheng thought he was farting, ignored everything, dragged the child's side face, and made him into a more comfortable position.

But because of the subtle height difference, he had to sit up straight so that the child could lean on it less strenuously.

Ying Yanyu pressed his forehead against Dr. Wen's shoulder, as if he had sensed something, he opened his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror. After warning, he quickly closed them.

Xie Xu'an was stared straight at him, and after a while, he closed his lips and slapped the horn!

Beep!

Sleep well, right?

Get up and say hello to me!

"Xie Xu'an, did you fucking forget to take your medicine when you went out?" Seeing the child trembling in fright, Wen Cheng sat up and yelled without thinking.

Xie Xu'an is really suffering.

He looked in the rearview mirror and gestured to the child: You are really good.

Ying Yanyu also looked at him, and replied coldly: Let it go.

The car speeded up to the high speed, shortening the original two and a half hour trip to five or ten minutes.

After Ying Yanyu got out of the car, he palmed the door and waited for Wen Cheng to get off before he slapped it hard.

Xie Xu'an heard the movement, and looked back at him again.

Ying Yanyu ignored him, turned around and asked Wen Cheng, "Is it convenient to have a car?"

Wen Cheng: "It's okay."

Ying Yanyu: "Then do you want it?"

Only then did Wen Cheng glance at him: "Why, can you still transform into a car?"

Ying Yanyu was serious: "As long as you say 'yes', I will change immediately."

Wen Cheng stopped, and the sound of Monkey King changing things out of thin air suddenly appeared in his mind, "啦"!

So he raised his finger and pointed to the open space in front of him, cleared his throat: "Think."

Ying Yanyu didn't hesitate at all, ran directly in front of him and squatted down, clasped his hands back, and made a posture of preparing to carry someone on his back.

"You..." Xie Xu'an wanted to ask where to go, but when he turned around, he saw such an "immoral" scene, and was stunned twice before shouting: "What are you doing! Hey! It's you, it's you!" I'm talking about you guys! Walk well!"

"..." Wen Cheng didn't want to get on the ground at first, but was yelled at by him until his veins exploded: "Speak well!"

Xie Xu'an was taken aback for a moment, why didn't he speak properly?

He wiped his face, oh, his pretentious smiling face and contrived temperament were completely gone.

Gee.

What are the things!

Ying Yanyu was quite cheerful, got up and rubbed against Wen Cheng: "Although I'm not as fast as a car, I can go up the mountain!"

Wen Cheng fended him off.

Ying Yanyu didn't come closer, walked two steps silently, and suddenly asked: "Should I also find a serious job?"

Wen Cheng: "You know that too."

Ying Yanyu rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment: "Well, I used to think about running wild when I had no money, but now that I have a family, I should spare my life."

Wen Cheng: "???" Where did your family come from?Black mouth?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ying Yanyu continued: "I will make a lot of money in the future."

Wen Cheng: "En."

Ying Yanyu looked at him: "Then give it all to you."

Snapped.

A few elementary school students were dancing rubber bands on the side of the road, and the rope fell to the ground.

Wen Cheng's eyelids also jumped, and then he changed the subject forcefully: "Are you familiar with Wang Peng?"

"No, I didn't say a few words, he is familiar with Hu San." Ying Yanyu answered truthfully.

A trace of complexity flashed in Wen Cheng's low-key eyes: "Give me his phone number, so I can contact you later."

"En." Ying Yanyu took out his phone.

Wang Peng's family lives in an ordinary residential building.

He had been waiting at the gate of the community a long time ago, shaking the folding fan in his hand.

As soon as Wen Cheng and the others arrived, he immediately came up with his pockets in his hands, gave each of them a bottle of ice soda, and then smoked: "Brother Ying, Doctor Wen...is this?"

Only Xie Xuan took the cigarette and said with a refined smile, "Mr. Xie."

Wang Peng paused, nodded and said hello.

When going upstairs, Wen Cheng briefly understood the condition.

Wang Peng said with a serious face: "It hurts for three or four years. All major hospitals have gone to see it. They said there is no cure. I also took ibuprofen and other things. It didn't stop the pain at all. Every day I hit my head against the wall."

The disease was not cured, and a lot of money was spent.

"Apart from pain, what other symptoms do you have?" Seeing him standing still in front of a door, Wen Cheng motioned him not to open the door. Asking in front of an extreme patient might arouse the other person's emotions.

Wang Peng nodded quickly, and recalled: "I sweat a lot, and even wet my cotton sweater in winter. I didn't lose weight, but gained weight. I often talk in my sleep, very loudly, and hit the wall every time I feel the pain."

Wen Cheng and Xie Xu'an exchanged glances and asked Wang Peng to open the door.

Once a few big and tall people entered the room, they filled up the narrow shoe changing blanket.

The house was quiet.

The dark windows that are closed in broad daylight reflect the self-evident depression.

Wang Peng went into the room and took a look, then came back and whispered, "I took sleeping pills and fell asleep."

Ying Yanyu and the others didn't say anything.

Wang Peng squeezed his arm: "The doctor can't help but put her to sleep, and later wake up from the pain and have to make a fuss."

"Are you okay?" Xie Xu'an didn't ask the patient, but Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng came back to his senses and shook his head.

These symptoms were so similar to Wang Peixiang's that it made him feel a little nauseous.

"Sit down, I'll take your pulse." Xie Xu'an walked two steps into the back room, then turned his head and gave Ying Yanyu a look.

Ying Yanyu stood beside Wen Cheng, like a door god.

A full 10 minutes.

Xie Xu'an just came out with a piece of paper, his face relaxed a little, sat next to Wen Cheng, and whispered in detail, Ying Yanyu and Wang Peng listened carefully.

"The yang pulse is strong, the yin pulse is astringent, the yang is weak at the bottom, and the yin is hyperactive at the top. The typical upper part is full and the lower part is empty, and the abdomen is full. It looks like you have gained weight, but it is actually stagnant dampness and cold."

Wen Cheng finished listening, and only said: "It's different from Wang Peixiang's illness."

If these words were put before, Ying Yanyu would definitely not understand, but after reading the note, he immediately realized who "Wang Peixiang" was referring to.

Xie Xu'an nodded: "Well, this disease is relatively easy to treat. I will prescribe three sets of medicines targeting turbidity first, and then I will continue to adjust it later."

Wang Peng took the prescription and didn't know if it would be useful or not, but at least it was a hope, so he sincerely thanked: "Thank you, doctor." What a fucking mouthful.

Xie Xu'an just laughed.

It was Wen Cheng who took out the moxa sticks that he had prepared early in the morning: "Tell me how to fix the acupoints, so that when the old man gets sick, he can relieve it."

Since they came, the old man has also slept very deeply.

He didn't wake up until Wen Cheng left.

Xie Xuan drove the two of them back. Before leaving, he leaned against the car door and smoked: "I've never seen you laugh like this before."

Wen Cheng was stunned: "What are you laughing at?"

Xie Xu'an: "When a kid calls me uncle, tsk, I call you Chengcheng, and you will be my uncle here."

nonsense.

Do you still call you Xu Xu?

Is it disgusting?

Isn't Orange Orange disgusting?

Really not.

Wen Cheng went through it in his mind, and his heartbeat suddenly became heavy. He frowned and looked at Xie Xu'an.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Xie Xu'an raised his hand and crossed, "Straight man, I don't understand."

A vein popped out of Wen Cheng's forehead.

"I'm leaving!" Xie Xuan ran away immediately, rolled down the car window and waved.

After they left, Wen Cheng was not in a hurry to go back.

He wandered in the alley for a while, and after confirming that "little tadpole" had really gone back first, he took out his mobile phone and called Wang Peng.

"Doctor Wen?" The tone over there was quite good.

"I've done you a favor," Wen Cheng said directly, "I hope you will pay this favor back now."

Wang Peng was blocked silently.

It was the first time he had heard someone call out to return favors, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Say it."

Wen Cheng's eyes shifted from the water drops on the green grass to the gradually cloudy sky: "What kind of running competitions are there recently, it's from Gaodong Houshan."

Wang Peng was silent for a while: "There are forbidden mountains behind Gaodong, no organization dares to pick it up, Brother Ying is going?"

Wen Cheng said in a deep voice: "No, don't let Ying Yanyu know, and Hu San can't either. Go check it out, there must be."

Wang Peng guessed that he wanted to go by himself, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Doctor Wen, it's a desperate job, no matter what the novice has to find someone to take him..."

Wen Cheng didn't make another sound.

After a moment of stalemate, Wang Peng breathed out: "Okay, there should be one during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll ask."

......

Ying Yanyu keenly noticed that Wen Cheng was a little tired today.

As soon as he got home, he pestered his grandmother to teach him how to cook.

"What do oranges like to eat?"

"He's not picky about his food, and he eats light food. Just fry a chopped green onion egg and cook some mung bean porridge."

Ying Yanyu nodded obediently, followed her grandma to fight for a long time, and finally put the dishes on the table triumphantly.

As a result, Wen Cheng came back and went upstairs without even looking at her.

"No, don't you want to eat?" Ying Yanyu asked standing downstairs.

Wen Cheng didn't show her face: "I'm sleepy, let's sleep for a while."

He didn't even notice that the kid was wearing a loincloth.

"Xiaoyu, let's eat first." Grandma Zeng pulled him to sit down.

Ying Yanyu looked at the hot dishes on the table and said with a smile: "Grandma eats, I'll wait for oranges, two people eat more delicious."

By this time, it was getting dark.

Ying Yanyu's stomach groaned again and again, and finally made sure that Wen Cheng would not get up, so he drank the remaining cold porridge.

"Go to bed early." Grandma Zeng patted the child's head before entering the house.

Ying Yanyu smiled reluctantly, but went to check the gas in the kitchen, locked the iron door, changed the bowl of water for Wuzui, and then quietly went upstairs.

When passing by Wen Cheng's room, he subconsciously paused.

The door of the room was ajar, and in the quiet night, a whimpering sound similar to that of a trapped animal was coming from inside.

Having a nightmare?

Ying Yanyu didn't dare to go in casually, but just stood outside the door and guarded.

But Wen Cheng not only didn't heal, but yelled out!

"Ahhh-"

That terrified scream pierced Ying Yanyu's heart directly, he punched the door and ran in!

"Don't come here!!" Wen Cheng had already woken up, but was terrified by the sudden appearance of a figure.

"It's me! It's me!" Ying Yanyu was thrown onto the bed by him and pressed down with his backhand.

This series of actions is obviously practiced.

While Ying Yanyu was surprised, he found that Wen Cheng didn't recognize him.

"How much more do you want! How much more is enough?!" Wen Cheng asked him with a growl-like sob.

"I don't want anything..." Ying Yanyu tried to break free, but there was a weight on his waist.

Wen Cheng sat up.

Sit up.

sit......

"I don't owe you! I don't owe you!!" Wen Cheng pulled his hair and tucked himself into the quilt hard.

The air disappeared in an instant.

Ying Yanyu realized the seriousness of the matter, his eyes froze, he raised his hand to pinch the opponent's waist, twisted it cleverly, and at the same time turned his long legs back!

Goose bumps appeared on Wen Cheng's waist, and when he fell to his side, the child caught him and lay on him in an instant.

Ying Yanyu folded his arms, turned around holding Wen Cheng, pulled the quilt over him, and protected him tightly.

"Chengcheng, Chengcheng, it's time to wake up." He whispered impatiently in his ear.

Wen Cheng's hand holding his heart was also taken off.

Soon.

The clothes on Ying Yanyu's shoulders were wet.

Wen Cheng gritted his teeth to hold back his tears, but was also stopped. The child reached out to his mouth and rubbed it lightly. His mind was in a daze, and he went all out, biting his tiger's mouth.

Ying Yanyu didn't say a word, and when he had bitten enough, he continued to hug him and give him a back.

"Who told you to turn off the lights? I can't turn off the lights here, except myself." Wen Cheng's voice was hoarse, as if she had a serious illness.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it next time." Ying Yanyu obediently accepted and apologized without asking why.

This is how Wen Cheng feels better. He has a cold physique and feels sleepy next to a child who looks like a fireball, but he tries not to close his eyes.

"Chengcheng is not afraid, I am here, I am here." Ying Yanyu rubbed his temples.

Wen Cheng narrowed her eyes tiredly, and complained indistinctly: "I was scared to death, I thought Wang Peixiang came to let me bleed again while I was asleep..."

Although the voice was vague, Ying Yan Yu was still shocked by the meaning of the words.

He quickly patted Wen Cheng's face to prevent him from falling asleep, and tried his best to keep his voice steady: "Why do you need bloodletting?"

"He said it was medicine and it could cure his headache."

Heartbleed, cross scars.

Ying Yanyu tightened his arms, buried his tense and trembling face into the other's shoulder, howling angrily and violently.

He wanted to cry, someone bullied his Chengcheng while he was still there.

He was so wronged that he wanted to dig up the man's ancestral grave.

"Don't cry, you're very sleepy." Wen Cheng moved in and fell asleep.

Ying Yanyu froze as quietly as a chicken for a while, then slowly relaxed his muscles and dutifully acted as an "electric blanket".