Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Wen Cheng woke up the next day, stared at the ceiling and wandered for 5 minutes, then glanced sideways at the pillow.

There was no one, even the sheets were flat, except for the one under him, which seemed to bear no one else.

Had another nightmare last night.

Wen Cheng thought for a long time with a headache, then lifted the quilt, got up and went to the bathroom.

As the rushing water rolled into the drain, he propped his hands on the edge of the table and stared at it without blinking.

After every nightmare, he would be like this, as if he saw those unclean things disappearing with the flow of water, he was stubborn and crazy.

"Little Claw is disobedient again!" Granny's low voice came from downstairs.

Ying Yanyu was the same as usual, with a smile in his voice: "I've lost a scar recently, it's itchy."

"That can't be scratched either!"

"Good good."

"Chengcheng! Are you awake? Have breakfast!" Grandma Zeng complained downstairs, "This kid didn't eat last night."

"That's right, not obedient at all." Ying Yanyu chimed in.

With a twitch in the corner of Wen Cheng's eyes, she turned off the water valve, pulled off the towel at hand, wiped her head, and walked down the stairs.

Ying Yanyu was squatting in the courtyard dam teaching Wuzui how to bow, when he saw him, he immediately jumped over happily.

Wen Cheng glanced at him expressionlessly, paying special attention to his hands.

"How did it hurt?" He pointed to the bandage and asked, "Last night..."

"I was burned yesterday!" Ying Yanyu said.

Wen Cheng stopped talking, and squinted slightly to look at him: "Didn't you be bitten by me?"

"Ah?" Ying Yanyu opened his mouth in surprise, "Ah? What?"

Wen Cheng hissed: "Why are you pretending to be stupid?"

Ying Yanyu suddenly showed a confused and innocent expression.

"What's the matter with you?" Grandma Zeng came out holding a wooden sword, her expression seemed to be watching two children bickering.

"Chengcheng said he bit me?" Ying Yanyu asked doubtfully.

"Ah?" Grandma Zeng didn't seem to understand.

Even Wu Zui sat there and said "Wow?"

Wen Cheng was a little dazed by the battle, he took two steps forward, clasped Ying Yanyu's hand, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, there were indeed a few small blisters besides the bandage, which looked like burns.

How can this be?

"It's really hot?" Wen Cheng asked.

"Well, I accidentally burned it while cooking yesterday." Ying Yanyu.

"You cook?" Wen Cheng didn't believe it.

On the other hand, Grandma Zeng couldn't take it any longer: "Cheng Cheng, Ren Xiaoyu cooked you a table of dishes last night, and his hands were still burning. You're good, you didn't even look at it when you came back."

"..." Wen Cheng raised her head when she heard the words, and happened to meet the child's clear eyes, her heart moved slightly, but she still asked him matter-of-factly: "Then last night you..."

"Did I disturb you by snoring?" Ying Yan Yu didn't mention anything about entering the house.

Wen Cheng shook her head, suddenly shaken.

Over the years, he has occasionally sleepwalked. Although he remembers most of what happened during the period, it is difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

So the kid didn't hold him last night?

Did he dream that he was hugged by him? ! !

The expression on Wen Cheng's face went from astonishment to distorted, and finally became complicated.

Ying Yanyu observed him carefully, seeing that the melancholy between his brows was replaced by awkwardness, he felt a little relieved.

Although he was very unwilling, he could sense that Wen Cheng didn't want him to know about those things, so he went to find his grandma early in the morning to discuss it, and in order to cover the bite, he soaked it with boiling water twice.

"Hurry up and eat! After eating, go to morning exercise with me!" Grandma Zeng urged softly.

Wen Cheng wanted to say that he didn't want to eat, but when the words reached his mouth, he asked in a low voice: "Cough, yes... breakfast is..."

Grandma Zeng smiled and patted him on the arm: "Xiaoyu fried the chopped green onion eggs yesterday, I cooked them in the porridge and warmed them up."

"Well," Wen Cheng pinched the corner of her mouth, and said vaguely, "Then I'll go eat something."

After he enters the house.

Grandma Zeng cast a glance at Ying Yanyu who was stealing joy: "Nothing."

Ying Yanyu grinned again: "Thank you grandma, is there any goods I asked Grandma Wen to get yesterday?"

"Yes, when do you plan to go to the vegetable market? She asked someone to deliver it to the stall for you."

"I'll go after Chengcheng goes to work."

"Can you make money selling that thing?"

Ying Yanyu's face was a little more nervous: "I'm not sure, I should be able to, I want to save some money to open a store, and earn more, so I will set up a pharmacy for Chengcheng."

Seeing the warmth in the child's eyes, Grandma Zeng didn't have the heart to remind him that Wen Cheng didn't know anything about what he planned, let alone agreed.

After a simple breakfast, Wen Cheng also took out a long sword from the warehouse. It was made of stainless steel, engraved with cloud patterns, and had no edge.

"Are you going too?" Seeing that the child was still there, he asked, "Aren't you going to set up a stall?"

"No hurry, where do you go for morning exercise?" Ying Yanyu's eyes were full of curiosity.

Wen Cheng has the feeling of taking children out on a trip again: "Where else can I go, beside the river."

Gaodong Street is next to a quicksand river, which is muddy and rushing. I heard from the older generation that the sand in this river could feed half a street in the early years.

And the times change in a blink of an eye, and it becomes nothing.

There were only two rows of sycamore trees on the shore, and before I knew it, they were two or three feet taller.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning when Wen Cheng and the others reached the river.

The mottled stone railings are crowded with old people doing morning exercises, some are shirtless and beat the tree, and some are jumping rope with their hair tied.

Ying Yanyu likes places full of people, looked around, and finally stopped on a group of white-clothed old men holding long swords.

And Wen Cheng was standing in the center of the stone platform at the front, doing a "single sword rise".

As the long sword passed by, the morning sun shone brightly in the cloud pattern, cold and restrained.

Point the sword, lift the sword, stab the sword.

Every movement is clean and neat, soft and supple.

Wen Cheng is tall and has long legs. Unlike the old man below, he still has unfinished sharpness in his eyes, pointing directly at people's hearts.

Under the sycamore tree.

Wen Cheng withdrew her sword and turned around, meeting Ying Yanyu's gaze that was too late to retract.

"Wow..." Ying Yan Yu just squeezed out a word, suddenly his pupils shrank, like a wolf smelling danger, he turned around suddenly, and saw a familiar figure behind the bus plate.

Wen Cheng also jumped off the stage, ran a few steps, panted slightly: "The one who beat you in the hot spring that day."

"Well, it's him." Ying Yanyu found that the man's hands and feet were all fixed in plaster, and he was struggling to lean on the crutch, "He was cleaned up."

Who will clean him up?

Wen Cheng immediately turned back to look for grandma in the crowd.