Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

When Xie Xuan heard the sound, he looked at them strangely, as if he was watching two aunts having a tea party.

He walked over and poured himself a glass of water, and said carefully: "The condition has improved a lot, and I will take two tranquilizers, have you stopped the sleeping pills?"

"Stop it, stop it," Wang Peng lifted the tea bag from his own teacup into his cup, politely, "Thank you doctor, my mother has relaxed a bit for a while."

"That's fine," Xie Xuan swung the water in his cup, took a sip artificially, and sighed, "Good tea."

Wen Cheng: "..."

"Where is it?" Wang Peng smiled modestly, "Ward's Day Supermarket, five bags for ten yuan, it's about to expire, [-]% off."

Xie Xuan put down his teacup calmly, got up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, Cheng Zi and I won't stay for dinner, first..."

Wang Peng rubbed his knees and looked at him with a frown: "I didn't say I would keep you for dinner, did I?"

Xie Xu'an: "Goodbye."

Wang Peng waved at him, and Wen Cheng stood beside him and waved together.

"Eh?" Xie Xu'an finally understood, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Well, I have something to do." Wen Cheng still had to explain about the running field, and had no time to go back. "Remember to send that box of mooncakes to grandma, and tell me for me while you're at it."

Xie Xu'an stood at the door, took off the cigarette behind his ear, and turned it around in his hand: "It's been around for a long time, and you just want me to send you here because of feelings?"

Wen Cheng looked at her only friend for so many years, and suddenly smiled: "Thank you."

Xie Xu'an couldn't hold back, pushed the door open, rushed outside and lit a cigarette.

Another moment of silence.

"Okay, okay," he finally chose to shut up and support Wen Cheng, "Pay attention to the injuries on your body, you are a doctor yourself, you understand."

Before closing the door, Xie Xu'an also smiled at Wen Cheng: "Grandma will be taken care of by me these few days, you come back early, I'm also a famous Chinese medicine doctor, I'm busy."

"it is good."

The anti-theft door closed in response.

There was still a faint smell of smoke in the room.

Wang Peng got up to push the window open, and then dragged out a black backpack from the coffee table drawer.

"I've bought the train ticket to Baikuangshan. The train departs at eleven in the evening and arrives at two in the morning. There is no hotel there, and the inn is fully booked. I discussed with the boss and shared a double room with passers-by."

Wen Cheng was checking the contents of the bag when she heard the words: "Double room?"

"Well," Wang Peng scratched his hair, "It will be half the night, anyway, you have to leave at seven o'clock in the morning to report to the foot of the mountain."

"Wait," Wen Cheng doesn't mind sharing a room with others, the key is: "Baikuangshan is only a 'Ten-mile Taoyuan' scenic spot, and the peach blossoms have long since disappeared during this solar term. How come there are so many people booking a room?"

He never thought that there would be so many people watching a game that was not on the stage?

"To be honest, because the rewards for this final are particularly generous, so," Wang Peng raised his hand and gestured, "there are a lot of people participating."

Wen Cheng understood, the person who shared a room with him was probably also going to compete.

"You must be careful, don't fall asleep, those who can participate in the competition are not good people," Wang Peng took out a small notebook from his bag, "I probably wrote down the rules of the competition, you can take a look in the car, what is there?" I don’t understand...it’s useless to ask me, I’ve never been there.”

Wen Cheng put them away one by one and thanked him.

Wang Peng didn't sit or stand, and finally got up and rubbed his face: "What if you can't come back?"

Wen Cheng pulled the chain of the black bag, put it on his back, and patted him on the shoulder: "Impossible."

Wang Peng still had a sad face: "Brother Ying will definitely kill me, definitely."

Wen Cheng laughed and said, "Why?"

Wang Peng glanced at him, didn't he ask this question knowingly!

"Because he likes you! Hey, you've never seen him in front of us. He's cool, cold and cold, like an emotionless killer."

Wen Cheng almost spat out.

But Wang Peng went on to say: "He is like a dog in front of you. Really, it's not that I speak badly. He really looks like a dog. He wags his tail to please him, and he knows how to guard his territory."

Wen Cheng thought of the child clinging to him, and his nose and eye sockets suddenly became sore, which made him cough a little.

This feeling is very sudden, and there is no reason at all.

The last time he felt this way was when his parents abandoned him. In the early morning of that morning, the cold wind on a winter night froze his tears.

He watched his father forcefully pull the silent and painful mother away.

He grabbed the scarf around his neck and held a piece of bread in his hand.

"Chengcheng! Chengcheng! Husband, please, take the child with you! I won't eat, I won't eat, give it to the child..."

The woman just knelt on the ground so humblely, but looked at the sky when she spoke.

"Go! Do you want to kill him forever!"

The man didn't even dare to look back, so he dragged her away.

"Chengcheng! Come here, mom!" The woman roared suddenly!

Xiao Wencheng's eyes lit up, and she rushed over with her calves, and then stuffed the bread in her hand into the woman's pocket.

"Mom, Dad, I'm here, and you will have to eat every meal in the future."

What Xiao Wencheng thinks is as simple as that, if he is gone, his parents can save half a bowl of rice and eat by themselves.

So he walked back to the supermarket and squatted down on his calves again, watching them go away.

At that time, he didn't know what this feeling of being overwhelmed by the ice pick was.

I get it now.

It is missing and reluctant.

He wants to answer Yan Yu.

So before leaving, he used Wang Peng's number to call the child.

This time it was connected.

Wen Cheng couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad for a moment.

Because he seems to be blacklisted.

"Wang Peng?" The moment the phone was connected, there was a whistling sound, and the other party seemed to be in the car.

Wen Cheng didn't say a word, he was afraid that if he made a sound, the other person would hang up.

"What's the matter?" Ying Yan Yu's tone was cold, and he let out a breath in between, as if he was warming himself.

Wen Cheng didn't hold back, and immediately asked, "Are you cold?"

"..."

no respond.

Wen Cheng choked up, and while the call was still going on, her mind was blank but she kept saying, "The temperature is going to cool down recently, wear more, tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, you have time to go back and see grandma, grandma misses you very much, I'm not here , you go and see her, and Wuzui misses you too, I eat less than two meals a day, and..."

"Aren't you at home?" Ying Yanyu's tone changed, and his heart softened visibly, as if he was asking a child if he could eat candy.

Wen Cheng's heart was relieved, and when he spoke, he tasted the corner of his mouth was a little salty, but unexpectedly, his voice became trembling: "I'm going on a business trip for the next two days, and I'm not here for the time being..."

He sensed something was wrong, cleared his throat, and said nothing.

But Ying Yan Yu still found out, he first laughed, and then there was a long silence, when he spoke again, the wind had stopped. "I'll hang up first."

Wen Cheng didn't have a chance to say anything later.

He returned the phone to Wang Peng, and said first, "Don't ask anything."

Wang Peng nodded vigorously.

Wen Cheng raised his hand with difficulty, trying to wipe his face, but remembered his face was hurt, so he had to give up.

"Doctor Wen, it's raining," Wang Peng handed him an umbrella, "Be careful."

According to the weather forecast, there will be light to heavy rain tonight, 17~21 ℃.

When Wen Cheng went out, she thought she would go back soon, so she didn't prepare anything, so she had to carry a small broken umbrella and toss all the way onto the train.

As soon as he sat down, the buddy next to him took off his shoes and socks, and holding a bucket of instant noodles, he ate it loudly and splashed oil.

Wen Cheng's temper immediately exploded.

But as soon as he turned sideways, the wound on his elbow felt a sharp pain. This was about to start a fight, and he might suffer.

"Put on your shoes." Wen Cheng called him with a tense vein.

As a result, the man was as deaf as he didn't even pass a fart.

Wen Cheng said it twice more, then got up and left.

He endured the pain all over his body, and stood at the junction of the carriages. The whistling wind came in from the outside. While he took a breath, he suddenly thought, what kind of car should Ying Yanyu be in just now?

Where is he going?

Wen Cheng leaned his back against the wall of the car, took out his phone, thought about it and forgot it.

He stood like this for three hours, and his shoes and trousers were still wet.

"Are you OK?"

When he got out of the car, he almost stepped on the air and was supported by the flight attendant.

"It's okay, thank you."

Wen Cheng's voice was hoarse because of staying up late, he pursed his pale mouth, and was chilled by the incandescent lights in the station, so he walked out quickly with his sleeves rolled up, and took a black car.

The one with him was a strong man with a beard. The driver was a little afraid of him. He tried several times but was ignored.

Wen Cheng was even more straightforward, leaning against the car door, motionless, like a frozen stone sculpture.

When the car came to a stop, Wen Cheng pressed the broken lip, pulled himself together, and deliberately walked behind the strong man.

Fortunately, the strong man didn't take him seriously, and entered the same inn first.

Wen Cheng took a step back and went to the front desk to get the key. Just as he was thinking about sharing a room with a strong man, he was bumped into.

"Sorry." The young man in the black peaked cap stepped back without looking at him.

"It's okay." Wen Cheng replied lightly, hiding her sleepiness, opened the door and went in in front of him.

But the young man didn't leave. He took out his key, looked at the "52C" written on it, and fell into deep thought.

"...Hello?" Ying Yan Yu was woken up by the phone just after falling asleep.

He heard Hu San swallow his saliva, and closed his hazy eyes, and when he opened them again, the whole area was clear.

"what happened?"

"Then what, Brother Ying, cough, I know, you may not believe it when you tell it." Hu San laughed dryly.

"Say." Ying Yanyu sat up from the bed, grabbed the t-shirt and put it on his head.

"That's right, I didn't book a single room, and then, uh," he suddenly lowered his voice, "Guess who I live with?"