Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

"Chengcheng, what do you think?" Grandma Zeng often asked this question these days. Every time she saw Wen Cheng, she was distracted. In a week, her eyes were all black.

After hearing this, Wen Cheng just shook his head.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

Even though Ying Yan Yu didn't ask or urge him, the angry howl of "I'm happy to be his grandson" was like a knife hanging in his heart.

Either cut that spider thread, or give half of your heart to others.

To, or not to?

"Grandma." Wen Cheng swayed downstairs early in the morning, but still didn't meet the child. Since returning from the night market, the child had left early and returned late, and hadn't seen him a few times.

While Wen Cheng felt a little relaxed, she couldn't help but look towards the door.

"What's the matter?" Grandma Zeng is old and has bad ears. She didn't realize that someone was there until Wen Cheng approached, and quickly pressed the phone, her face was not happy.

"On the phone again?" Wen Cheng asked casually.

"Oh, I'm so annoying. A colleague from the previous detachment said that they were going to get together a year ago."

"It's just the Mid-Autumn Festival, are you talking about the New Year?"

"No, you have to contact people in advance."

While making himself lemon wolfberry tea, Wen Cheng was thinking about what to say. He felt that Grandma was hiding something from them.

However, before he could think about it, a series of special bells rang, which he specially set for patients.

Wen Cheng took a sip of her hot tea, took out her phone and looked, it was Oli.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Hey?"

"..." There was a strange silence on the other side of the phone.

"Speak." Wen Cheng's tone was filled with impatience.

Only then did Oli choke, and stammered: "Wen, Doctor Wen, yes, are you free, now."

Wen Cheng's forehead twitched, put down the teacup, gestured to Grandma again, turned around and went back to the room, with the phone under her shoulder, and quickly packed the medicine box.

"Being beaten by a man again? Where is the injury? How serious is it?"

Listening to his series of inquiries, even if she was only concerned about her condition, Oli cried tremblingly: "Help me, Wen Cheng, I will never do this again, help me... ..."

Wen Cheng's hand paused, and his temper returned to his place in an instant. He grabbed the phone and yelled, "I asked where you hurt! You're no good telling me these things now!"

Oli was stunned by the yelling, and even forgot to cry: "Uh, it was there last time, he kicked on the bandage."

Hold.

"Sit still and don't move. You can see if your toes can move. If you can't, just call 120."

"Yes, come quickly." Ollie whispered.

"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Wen Cheng picked up the medicine box, ran downstairs and briefly said to Grandma, "Maybe I won't be back for lunch."

After Granny Zeng repeatedly agreed, she pulled him back again: "Don't be too tired."

Wen Cheng laughed and said, "I'm not tired, I don't have any business."

Grandma Zeng raised her hand and swung it down, pointing to her heart: "Young man, work harder, it's not tired, it's called fulfillment, I'm talking about heart."

Wen Cheng pushed the door halfway and then stopped, he looked at Wu Zui wrongly: "What do you think?"

"I care about you two little dolls, as long as you live well on your own, that's all."

Wen Cheng was thinking about Grandma's words all the way.

Just live well by yourself.

How is he now?good.

What if there are children?

He will definitely stand by his side, look here and there, glance at his face inadvertently, and then babble endlessly, no matter how short the road is, it will be different with him by his side, full of wit and humor.

Just like in the courtyard this morning, there should be a happy dog ​​barking with a black mouth, and there should be a grandma laughing openly.

What's more, there should be children's lovable chanting: "I bought steamed stuffed buns! Are the oranges up?"

Wen Cheng stepped down two stairs in one step and called Ying Yanyu.

The other party answered in seconds as always, so fast that Wen Cheng thought he was also calling.

"Wen Cheng?" The child liked to call him by his full name more and more, as if he wanted to draw himself and him into the same generation.

"Where are you?"

"Set up a stall in the vegetable market." Ying Yanyu said.

"Eat out at noon?"

Ying Yanyu swayed for a second, inexplicably heard the meaning of Chengcheng wanting him to go back, and couldn't help feeling that he thought so beautifully: "Going back to eat today, sister He who sells rice rolls next door taught me how to make lotus leaf rice, just right It's time to pick the lotus leaves upstairs, I'll make it for you..."

"Oh, sister He." Wen Cheng repeated without any ups and downs.

"Yeah, she's [-]! She's a round older than me, and if I call her older sister, she'll still be beaten, but let me call her younger sister... ah!" Ying Yanyu seemed to have been beaten by someone.

Immediately, there was a woman's laughter and cursing.

"Don't touch me!" Ying Yan Yu's words came abruptly and a bit too much.

The woman's voice disappeared instantly.

Wen Cheng didn't hear right, so she quickly called him: "Ying Yanyu! Ying Yanyu! Speak!"

"..." There was a burst of exhalation from the receiver, followed by the child's tense voice, "It's okay, I'm joking with someone, I'll cook for you when I go back."

Wen Cheng pursed his lips, and already walked outside Oli's beauty salon, he also exhaled: "No, I have something to do at noon, let's go tonight, I'll take you out for dinner, and I'll tell you something by the way."

Ying Yanyu immediately smelled something unusual: "What's the matter?"

Wen Cheng smiled: "You will know when the time comes."

Ying Yanyu was so laughed that his ears were so crisp, he hung up the phone reflexively?

......

He actually hung up!

How could he hang up first!

"What are you doing, Xiaoyu? Curse the phone?" Sister He didn't mind what happened just now, and she smiled to help him get business. "My sister is out of school. She will bring two classmates over later. Love buying these."

"Thank you, sister." Ying Yanyu was not polite, sat down happily, and changed the price of the cross-stitch on the stall from ten yuan to twenty.

Sister He: "..."

Ying Yanyu took out the small book next to the booth, and began to write and draw again.

Sister He leaned over to take a look, and immediately opened her eyes wide: ""Papa Orange and the Little Tadpole"? You can also draw cartoons!"

Ying Yanyu kept writing: "No, I just figured it out by myself."

Sister He couldn't bear it, and took another look: "The painting is really good! Try to submit it? I heard from my sister that if this painting becomes famous, it can earn a lot of money!"

Contribute?

Ying Yanyu really didn't think about it, he just wanted to paint for Wen Cheng.

He graduated from junior high school, his Chinese is only at a passing level, he can't write love words, and he doesn't have the capital to talk about promises, so he can only draw a picture... But will Wen Cheng like it?

He thought of Xie Xuan's Audi Q7, and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Give it a try! What if it succeeds?" Sister He was still trying her best to persuade her.

Ying Yanyu glanced at the stall in front of him, nodded and said "OK".

"That's right!" Sister He was so happy that she reached out to pat his back again, but she stopped halfway.

"Give these cross stitches to your sister," Ying Yanyu got up, "I won't set up a stall here anymore."

"Ah? Why? So suddenly?"

"The money comes too slowly."

"That's... also good, I wish you get rich as soon as possible and marry a lovely wife!"

Hearing this, Ying Yanyu glanced at her suddenly, then stepped forward with long legs, and smiled self-consciously: "I have to go back and make lotus leaf rice for 'Little Jiao Wife'."

Sister He, an older leftover girl: "..." Damn it, these little kids get married so early!

And the other side.

Wen Cheng stood in the mess with a gloomy face, and finally lifted Ollie from the collapsed tables, chairs and instruments.

"Ah! Can't you hug me? I hurt my foot." Oli groaned in pain.

Wen Cheng glanced at her suspender nightgown that had been torn fork, and from the corner of her eye was alert to the men and women watching the excitement outside the door, picked up a tablecloth from the ground and put it on for others.

Ollie: "...you really deserve to be single forever."

Wen Cheng: "Fart, I will have a 'grandson' soon."

Ollie suddenly looked horrified: "What? You even have a grandson?!"

Wen Cheng didn't bother to explain to her, she helped her onto the sofa, and was about to squat down, when her vision suddenly went dark and was covered with a sofa cover.

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng's tone dropped, cold and angry.

"Someone is filming me," Ollie explained, "I'm afraid you'll enter the country."

Wen Cheng was silent for a few seconds, then pulled off the cloth cover!

"Hey!" Ollie tried to stop.

"No need, I'm here to see a doctor for you." After Wen Cheng finished speaking, she squatted down with the medicine box in hand, put on her gloves, and held up one of her feet.

The bandage where the herbal medicine was originally fixed was covered in black stains, and several shoe prints were layered on it, showing the ruthless force.

Just as Wen Cheng was about to make a move, a few more policemen came outside the door.

Oli trembled all over, and quickly whispered in his ear: "Maybe the owner of the toy store next door called the police."

Wen Cheng became impatient.

Ollie clapped her hands, lowered her head and begged, "Help me one last time."

Wen Cheng is not a bodhisattva who just softens his heart when he sees one, he doesn't want to help this time.

But Ollie kept tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"Please, Doctor Wen, no one will help me except you. I will never do this in the future! I really can't help it! I didn't tell you, I actually have a child...he has Bone cancer..."

Ollie watched the police walk in, and spoke faster.

"My family is poor, and I can marry at the age of 17. My ex-husband sold me to this road when he saw that I was born good-looking. Well, well, I don't care about these, but the child needs money, and he needs me. ...help me...I can't get caught...'

"Hello, we are the police from the Gaotong Police Station. Someone reported a vicious obscenity incident here five minutes ago. Let's find out."

"No!" Oli wanted to get up, but was thrown back by the severe pain in her feet.

"No?" The police leading the team looked around the house, then stopped on Wen Cheng's face.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Cheng recognized that the other party was the policeman who arrested Hu San last time, and felt a little uncomfortable, this person was not easy to talk to.

"Just take a look," Yang Qingliu finished, then turned to his colleagues and said, "Search first."

"No!" Ollie yelled, "I just had a little argument with my ex-husband, and he's gone! There's no one left. This is the doctor I invited."

After she finished speaking, Yang Qingliu didn't respond, but instead asked Wen Cheng, "Really?"

Wen Cheng looked at him, "Yes."

The two people who had just entered to search the house also came out: "There is nothing special."

Yang Qingliu nodded.

Wen Cheng was ready to be questioned, but he waved his hand: "Withdraw the team! My face is going to be soaked!"

Onlookers: "..."

They said they are used to it, Gaodong Street is like this, this kind of thing happens every day, and the police are very busy.

Wen Cheng sent the police away and wanted to close the door by the way, but he didn't expect that the door was also broken.

"How do you fight? Sumo?"

Seeing him fetching a basin of cold water to wash her feet, Oli almost cried.

As a result, Wen Cheng threw the towel to her: "I wiped it myself, and my hands were not broken." After he finished speaking, he turned and went to tidy up the house.

Ollie was grateful and speechless, and washed her legs carefully and neatly.

"Doctor Wen? I'm fine. Hurry up and apply some medicine for me. It hurts too much."

Wen Cheng responded, pushed the table back to its original position, took another small bench, and sat down at Oli's feet.

"There is no external injury, but this time I need to take care of it for a month."

Wen Cheng applied cold water to her for a while before applying the ointment carefully, and by the way helped her press a few acupuncture points to reduce the swelling caused by internal bleeding.

However, before he pressed twice, the light above his head disappeared.

"What's going on?" Wen Cheng was looking at the injury, Oli was looking at him, neither of them noticed that someone came in.

"Take your feet off."

The deliberately lowered male voice was full of anger.