Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

There used to be a spider's thread hanging down in hell, as long as one climbs up, one can reach the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss and be liberated.

Countless evil spirits fought for it.

There was only one exception, he quietly looked at the silver thread, unwilling to approach it.

It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid of the possibility of falling from a height, so I don't even dare to try.

Wen Cheng is such a person.

But now, at this very second, when he looked at the wound on the child's hand, not only did it not have that kind of hidden fire that was known by others, but it was fine and numb acid, soaking into the heart from the touching skin.

Isn't this stupid? Forced?he thinks.

There was an injury in the first place, and if you scald it like this again, it won't hurt to death?

Why do you want to do this?

Afraid that I would get angry if I found out, or that I... would be embarrassed.

That's not going to make it to this step, it's not going to...

"Chengcheng?" Ying Yan Yute waved his hand guiltyly.

Wen Cheng let go immediately, turned around and left, he never thought it would be so difficult to face a person.

It hurts just to look at him, it hurts all over.

He became an adult 15 years ago, and he would no longer blush because of a couple of love words, but Ying Yan Yu didn't say a word, but it made his face feverish.

At this moment.

He finally realized that since getting along, the person who has been protected more is him.

This kind of shame that comes from the age difference is frustrated and panicked.

"He's gone," Grandma Zeng helped carry a bucket, "won't you go and have a look?"

Ying Yan Yu closed the garbage bag, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No hurry, grandma, I will take you home first."

Grandma Zeng looked at him: "What's wrong, you're not going back?"

The smile on Ying Yanyu's face increased by two points: "I'll go to Mengxin District later and come back at night."

The refrigerator at home is broken.

Wen Cheng didn't know.

The child will not go home for dinner today.

Wen Cheng didn't know either.

Grandma Zeng stared at a table of fried meat, stewed meat, and cold meat in embarrassment, and discussed: "How about I go to Grandma Wen's house?"

It's getting dark.

Ying Yanyu hasn't come back yet.

These hot dishes have been left all afternoon, and they are about to go rancid.

"That's fine," Wen Cheng felt that his brain had a cramp to cook so many dishes, "I'll just take it."

Grandma Wen's house is not far away, just across a river and around a mountain, it can be reached by walking for half an hour.

"Let me go." Grandma Zeng thought that Xiaoyu should be back, "By the way, let's watch dramas with her."

"No," Wen Cheng said seriously, "Don't go out alone."

Grandma Zeng fought again.

In the end, I sat back on the sofa with a helpless face, turned on the TV and watched "Xin Huan Zhu Ge Ge".

Wen Cheng emphasized the issue of "travel safety" twice before walking out of the inner door with a big bag.

"Wow?" Wu Zui lay on the iron door downstairs, wagging his tail outside.

Wen Cheng walked down the stairs, and put the dog's head on her bed: "Are you dating again? Ah Hua from the old Wang's family, or the rich son from Uncle Bei's family?"

"Wow, woof!" Wu Zui patted the door with his front paws, then turned around and hugged his leg, impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Wen Cheng opened the door.

creaking.

Wuzui rushed out instantly!

at the same time.

Under the big willow tree outside the door, a car light suddenly turned on, dazzled the eyes, Wen Cheng turned sideways and blocked it with his hand.

In the large void of light.

A person came over.

"Ying Yanyu?" After Wen Cheng got used to the brightness, she put down her hand in a daze.

"Here." Ying Yanyu walked out of the white light behind him, and approached the dim streetlight in front of Wen Cheng.

The unique summer wind rolled up the wicker and hung down on him.

Wen Cheng suddenly discovered that there was an indescribable maturity hidden in the child, even beyond his age.

"Where are you going?" Ying Yanyu's tone changed slightly, and he didn't call him "Chengcheng" with a shy face like usual.

"Grandma Wen's house." Wen Cheng said with a straight face.

"I'll take you." Ying Yanyu glanced at his motorcycle.

After hesitating for a second, Wen Cheng nodded. If he refused, it would be awkward if he refused.

Ying Yanyu drove the car over, and the pure black and smooth body was illuminated by the white light.

Wen Cheng stepped up, and said in a particularly unpleasant way: "Hu San's car?"

long silence.

It wasn't until the motorcycle went out of the alley and onto the highway that Ying Yanyu replied in a muffled voice, "Mine."

Wen Cheng subconsciously asked, "Are you rich?"

Ying Yanyu was silent again, he bought this car with savings from working for two years, but in order to save face, he didn't say anything.

Wen Cheng waited for a while, but there was no reply, so she simply turned her head to enjoy the night view.

There are not many people in Gaodong Street, almost all of them are elderly people. Every night, there are even fewer cars.

With small batteries passing by leisurely.

Wen Cheng suddenly remembered something was wrong: "Aren't you wearing a helmet?"

Ying Yan Yu's back stiffened.

Wen Cheng grabbed his shoulder, inexplicably.

"The helmet is sold." The child's stern voice was almost blown away by the wind, especially when Wen Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and he almost smashed the motorcycle.

Can you make people play handsome!

what? !

Life is so hard!

Wen Cheng caught a glimpse of the child's deflated expression from the rearview mirror, and was so excited that he didn't notice the change in route.

As the bungalows go away, high-rise neon buildings rise from the ground.

The motorcycle roared and turned into traffic.

Finally stopped in front of a stall.

Wen Cheng got out of the car after him, even with a smile on his face. He pretended not to notice the guilty conscience on the other side's face, and asked casually, "Grandma Wen moved?"

Ying Yanyu locked the car, and grabbed his left back with his hand.

Wen Cheng raised her eyebrows.

Ying Yanyu dryly wanted to say something, but was yelled at from the booth!

"Xiaoyu! Your Uncle Ma went to the entrance of the Normal University to watch the wind, help him look at the stall!"

"okay!"

Ying Yanyu clenched his fist, then grabbed Wen Cheng, and brought him to a modified tricycle: "I want to show you...I grew up here...You What to eat?"

Ying Yanyu skillfully twisted the gas, gas, and gas tanks, and then tapped the two pots in front of him with a spoon. He weighed them in his hands, poured a spoonful of oil, and the flames burst into flames!

The two girls who had been waiting by the side shouted loudly: "Two fried rice skins! Less spicy!"

"Okay," Ying Yan Yu agreed, and changed his words again, "Wait, I'll give...my... my little uncle a stir fry first."

The two girls glanced at Wen Cheng, pouting and saying "OK".

Wen Cheng coughed twice, and turned his eyes away in a cloud of oily smoke.

This place seems to be the back door of some university, and illegal stalls are gathered in a circle, potato cakes, pancakes, fruit, barbecue, everything you expect to find, and the fragrance is everywhere.

Ying Yanyu stood under the small orange light bulb, and in front of him was an open-seat three-wheeler, which was filled with vegetables in small pots, as well as rice and cold noodles.

"Do you eat mushrooms? Lettuce or cabbage, do you want shredded carrots?" Ying Yanyu asked him without turning his head as he flipped through them.

"Can you cook?" Wen Cheng asked.

"A hodgepodge, messed up." Ying Yan Yu just finished speaking, and the two girls waiting in front left.

Wen Cheng: "..." This kid is too real.

However, when the fried rice skin was handed over, it was unexpectedly fragrant.

Wen Cheng put down the big bag in his hand, forgetting his purpose of going out.

He picked up a large chopstick and put it in his mouth, thinking that those two girls really don't know what to do, so they would take it seriously if they were modest.

As a result, he chewed it twice, and his mouth became numb.

"Is it delicious?" Ying Yanyu asked him sullenly.

Wen Cheng moved her Adam's apple, speaking with great difficulty, as if she had been hoarse: "Okay, very good."

"En." Ying Yanyu pulled the corner of his mouth down, it was useless, the more he pulled the higher.

"Brother Ma is back!" The eldest sister who sells potato cakes raised a hand of chili oil in the air, as if commanding.

"The city management is here——" Uncle Ma ran back to the stall without stopping, got into three wheels and drove forward!

Wen Cheng was holding a disposable lunch box, and before he could blink, everyone ran away!

"Wang?"

He also has an extra pug at his feet.

"This is from Uncle Ma's house. He just gave birth to a cub, so he has to follow him out every time." Ying Yanyu picked up the dog.

The two stood in the midst of the commotion.

And Gaodong, which is far away.

Wuzui stood guard outside the iron gate that was brought up by the wind, sitting and lying on all fours, like a little yellow flower that was abandoned by someone.