Take It Easy: Chapter 21 shut up 1

Into v three-in-one "change word"

Not for a long time, almost a whole day, at the foot of the stone lion.

Like a fool, she waited from the windy morning until the rainy evening.

It was a **** of a time.

Whenever she thinks about going back, Tang Yuanzhou was imprisoned at home for a month after she pulled out the needle and ran away in her mind last winter.

Although the situation this time was not as bad as pulling out the needle secretly, but sneaking out with Xiao Hei on his back was also slapping Tang Yuanzhou in the face.

Knowingly, Tang Yuanzhou has a really bad temper. Once he gets angry, the doors and windows of her room may be nailed to death, let alone go to the hospital.

So, even though she was numb from the cold, she just endured it and didn't return.

Until it rained, the uncle who sold sugarcane at the entrance of the alley saw her pitifully, and tied an umbrella around the stone lion's neck before closing the stall and going home.

An umbrella covers her head.

Trembling, she sat at the feet of the majestic stone lion.

That picture is really stupid.

…

In the past two days, Zhou Yi recalled his stupid behavior of waiting for Mu Qinglin all day more than once, and wanted to find a good reason to explain it. Otherwise, not only will her face be lost, but her parents' coffin board may not be able to hold it down either.

However, after much deliberation, there is only one more reliable explanation: she was fascinated by a ghost, and she has not caught that ghost yet.

Relying on metaphysics without any evidence, it is more embarrassing to say this kind of thing than to lie flat and let it be ridiculed.

She couldn't even admit it.

Zhou Yi pulled back the glance at the end of his eyes, and said in a tone of impatience mixed with guilt: "I didn't say that, I want to fill in the library, and I don't have time to talk to you."

"Hmm..." Mu Qing responded, she moved her palm down, and changed it to the coldest one on Zhou Yi's wrist, and said, "I don't believe it..."

Zhou Yi turned her head and opened her big eyes, "I don't care if you believe it or not?"

Mu Qinglin met her gaze, "Why did I get caught in the rain before I waited? You want me to call back to the station and ask the colleague in charge of the weather forecast, what time did it rain yesterday?"

"..." Zhou Yi instantly wanted to say to Mu Qinglin, "Why don't you pass the stool to me."

Before she could say so, Lao Hu's daughter, Xiao Hu, finished giving the child an injection, and smiled and asked her, "Xiao Jiu, is the warm baby cold? Hey, who are you?" Xiao Hu saw Mu Qing face to face. , asked curiously.

Mu Qinglin withdrew her hand, straightened her body and turned back to her, "Friend Xiaojiu."

Xiao Hu nodded seriously, "It looks much more reliable than Xiao Hei."

"Then I don't care about your Xiaojiu. If you think it's not working, take it out and burn it again." Xiao Hu pointed to the warm baby under Zhou Yi's hand and said, "She has been screaming cold since she got the injection, and it made me dizzy." It's all grown up, I'm hiding inside."

Zhou Yi was incredible, "I called you just once!"

"One time is enough." Xiao Hu smiled and said to Mu Qinglin, "Thanks for your hard work." After speaking, he put on her nurse's cap pretendingly, and retracted into the injection room.

On one side, someone's breath was kidnapped by resentment.

Mu Qinglin stood there for a few seconds, and asked cautiously, "Do you want to burn it?"

Zhou Yi acted like he didn't hear, and shouted towards the door, "Xiao Hei!"

Xiao Hei just sat down at the steaming bun shop, "Grandma Miao, give me two servings of Xiao Jiu's favorite food!"

Upon hearing this, Grandma Miao hurriedly asked, "Can Xiao Jiu eat something?"

"I can't..." Xiao Hei rubbed his hands cheaply, "I'll eat two extra servings for her, so I'll be greedy for her when I go back."

Grandma Miao, "Xiao Jiu's favorite food is gone."

Xiao Hei, "..."

Zhou Yi didn't know what was going on outside, she stared at Mu Qinglin like a wax figure, took Nuan Baobao from under her hand, and went to the next door.

With no temperature under his hand, the point on his wrist that hasn't subsided is very clear.

Zhou Yi glanced over expressionlessly, breathing gradually calmed down.

Soon, Xiao Hu's clear voice came from outside, "What's the matter with your foot?"

Wax Figure Zhou had an intuition about what Xiao Hu meant, but she didn't look at the small bench that Mu Qinglin had put in the corner, she just blinked her eyes, and then heard Mu Qinglin say, "I accidentally sprained my head when I got off the car." gone."

Her voice was as indistinct as if it was wrapped in cotton balls, obviously suppressing it on purpose.

Xiao Hu is a loudspeaker, "What are you in a hurry for? What if the bone is broken?"

Mu Qinglin, "I have caused trouble, I am in a hurry to apologize."

Apologize?

with her?

Are you sprained in anxiety?

Zhou Yi stepped on the ground, pretending to inadvertently turn to the side of the injection area.

"You sit here, I'll show you." Xiao Hu said.

Mu Qinglin, "No problem, I can feel it myself."

"When you feel that there is a problem, it's time for a plaster cast."

"Then thank you."

Xiao Hu instructed Mu Qinglin to take off his shoes and lift his trouser legs, and the diagnosis came out quickly, "It's true, but I still want to ask, how did you sprain your ankle and the skin of your ankle? "

Zhou Yi quickly glanced at the small bench in the corner, and heard Mu Qinglin say: "When I have time, I will study it carefully."

It is more valuable to study how the ball of wool is rolled into a ball.

Zhou Yi complained in his heart, and then thought: Why not just sell her and let Xiao Hu see how vicious she is?

Before Zhou Yi could figure it out, Mu Qinglin had already returned with the warmed baby.

Zhou Yi closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Without revealing the truth, Mu Qing put Nuan Baobao back under Zhou Yi's hands, carefully held down the infusion tube, and carefully pulled her sleeves as pads to prevent burns.

Afterwards, Zhou Yi heard her sit down next to him, and heaved a sigh of relief, much like Tang Yuanzhou sighed when he finally rested after working for several days.

The difference is that Tang Yuanzhou didn't hide anything, while Mu Qinglin's voice was very soft and long.

Another description of this behavior would be cautious.

Afraid of waking her up?

Or are you afraid of being exposed and tired?

The cold wind blows the severe winter outside, and the sound of dense raindrops sweeping across the glass can be vaguely heard, as well as the shadows of the old trees by the Yong'an River being blown on the windows.

Flickering and flickering, flickering.

"Xiao Jiu, have you figured it out? How long have you been waiting for me that day?" Mu Qinglin said suddenly, his voice turned towards Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi couldn't pretend anymore, felt aggrieved and awkward.

Can Xiao Jiu be called by anyone?

He will bark twice after a while, smelly and shameless.

Zhou Yi opened his eyes and asked bluntly, "Don't you still ask after you know everything?"

Mu Qinglin, "I want to hear from you."

"Looks like you have face? By the way, how stupid am I?"

"no…"

"what is that?"

"Outsiders can't hear the emotions when they repeat it. Even if you say it yourself, even a few words will impress me. I want to give myself a long memory and guarantee that I won't do it again in the future."

Why so profound?

Still have a long memory, tsk...

Is it because it is more important?

Zhou Yi felt that she almost understood Mu Qinglin's words, but the thread that she could pull to the end and see clearly was flickering, and she couldn't grasp it.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yi pulled Nuan Bao down into his arms along with his vague thoughts, and said reluctantly, "Let's go for a day, it's freezing to death."

no surprise.

To be able to toss a domineering little hedgehog like this, Mu Qinglin at this second felt that he was simply unforgivable.

"There will be no next time." Mu Qinglin said firmly.

Zhou Yi, "It doesn't matter how beautiful the words are, you will only know when you have to do something."

Mu Qinglin said, "Well, it will be a long time in the future." She will make up for it slowly, and this time it still needs some explanations to calm down.

Mu Qinglin took out his mobile phone, clicked a video and put it in front of Zhou Yi, and said: "There is something in the station, I was temporarily pulled away for a few days, and the work intensity is very high abroad, so I haven't been involved in the past two years. If I don’t want to be stretched in front of others, I have to spend double the time to catch up in private, and sometimes I’m so busy that I can’t even remember eating, and the pressure is very high.”

"Zhou Yi, I didn't break the appointment on purpose." Mu Qinglin said.

Zhou Yi didn't say a word, and followed the progress bar to finish watching the video bit by bit, from repulsion to seriousness.

When Mu Qinglin appeared on the screen, she spoke English all the time, and she spoke some difficult-to-pronounce professional vocabulary, but it was more fluent than the time when Wang Ba and others were arrested in Hongmen Lane, and it seemed to be more comfortable than in "Ping An Jiangping". brighter.

At least Zhou Yi thinks so.

and…

The moment she reached out her hand, the air that was driven by it pressed against her face, and there was a dusty smell.

I just came back.

Withstanding the pressure outside, I apologized to her as soon as I came back, and I was so anxious that I sprained my feet.

The depression in Zhou Yi's stomach eased a little, "Aren't you a reporter of Minsheng News? Our country still has Minsheng business abroad?"

"No..." Mu Qinglin was amused by Zhou Yi's words, "Other channels."

"Oh, so it's still a sweet potato." Zhou Yi glanced at her, "Are you very good in your station?"

Mu Qinglin tightened his grip on the phone, put it in his pocket, and said with a smile: "At least it saves Taiwan, there is a threshold for recruiting people."

Zhou Yi, "Oh—"

probably.

Lu Chang said that the spacious and bright high-rise buildings outside Hongmen Lane are not accessible to people like them who have no education or knowledge. He also said that the people there seem to be more noble than them.

These words seem to be true.

Otherwise, how can a small reporter of people's livelihood news that even Uncle Ge, a grain and oil shop, not like to read, be able to take on this kind of leader?

Zhou Yi was stabbed by something in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.

She is inexplicable.

In the past, she never felt that there was a distinction between high and low people, and that there was a difference between high and low things.

what is it today?

Zhou Yi grabbed Nuan Baobao vigorously, and the pain from the needle pulled her back from the spreading bad thoughts.

Mu Qinglin kept looking at Zhou Yi, and found that she was dejected and frowning, and because she was still angry, he added some temptation conditions, "If you have a gift, will you stop being angry?"

Zhou Yi didn't want to talk in an instant, "Who wants a gift, I'm not a three-year-old kid."

"Well, you don't want it, I want to give it to you."

"..." After two seconds of silence, Zhou Yi spread his hand towards Mu Qinglin, "Bring it..."

Mu Qinglin took out a small badge from his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhou Yi, "The commemorative badge for this follow-up visit was personally issued by the governor of the other party. Only three people have this badge, and it is out of print."

Zhou Yi watched boredly.

The badge looks like it's made of pure gold, and it's enough to make a fortune just selling it as gold, not to mention the unique embossed pattern on it.

This badge is a commemoration of friendship and an affirmation of their follow-up work in other countries.

Mu Qinglin only used the word "out of print" to describe the quantity is too low.

Zhou Yi looked up at Mu Qinglin, "Will you give me such a precious thing?"

Mu Qinglin, "What is there to be reluctant to do? It's just a job for me."

But not everyone is capable of this job, nor is everyone able to take over such a badge from the governor of a state. More importantly... this person was stretched hard and under a lot of pressure. Yes, who dares to ask for it?

Zhou Yi didn't say this directly, which seemed hypocritical. As for the badge...

Zhou Yi yawned obediently when the sleepiness suddenly hit, and said softly: "I am not short of money, and I am not in the same industry. Why do I need your badge? Save yourself and continue working hard for your work."

Mu Qinglin didn't expect that the things that had been handed to her could be returned, and the person who returned her was unscrupulously brewing drowsiness, which made her very uncomfortable.

How about buttoning the clothes directly?

Thinking that it hadn't been done yet, a certain person with tears in the corners of his eyes murmured and added, "Since you are so capable, you shouldn't waste your life as a small reporter."

Mu Qinglin was stunned. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the delicate and small badge in his palm was heavy, which affected his heartbeat. Fu Xiao's words on the return plane uncontrollably emerged in his mind, "You haven't fully adapted to it after two years. "Ping An Jiangping", but it only took a week to get used to it, have you ever thought about why?"

The wind has died down outside and the rain is starting to soften.

Mu Qinglin relaxed his shoulders, held the badge in the palm of his hand and asked Zhou Yi, who was breathing calmly, "I don't want the gift, is it because my anger has disappeared?"

Zhou Yi reacted slowly, and returned to her after four or five seconds, "That's impossible, I will remember this matter for you forever."

"..."

"But you are lucky. You meet someone like me who doesn't care about everything. As long as I don't think about it, we can still live in peace."

Zhou Yi suppressed the stomach that suddenly felt hungry through the warm baby, turned her back to Mu Qinglin and said, "I'm hungry, please invite me to eat after the injection, eat well, I won't miss it today."

that is it?

Is Teacher Jiu being too magnanimous?

Ah…

Seems like a softie.

He is also a softie who can read people's thoughts with just a word.

Mu Qinglin looked down at the badge on his palm for a long time, then put it into the zippered pocket of his jacket.

—

After Zhou Yi got the injection, Xiao Hu ordered him to watch him for 20 minutes before letting him go.

At that time, the weak Zhou had already recovered 50% to 60% of his energy, and took Mu Qinglin all the way to the Chuanchuan hot pot restaurant opposite the grain and oil shop, saying that the stars could be seen on the second floor here.

Mu Qinglin really wanted to remind her that she can't eat such heavy food now, and it's been cloudy and rainy these few days, so there are no stars to see.

Unintentionally looking up, I actually saw a flickering night sky, which was brighter than the usual continuous sunny day.

Mu Qinglin laughed, and said that this was the second "after the rain" she met tonight.

They were all sent by Teacher Jiu.

…

During the past few days of being ill, Zhou Yi relied on his thoughts to continue his life, and his stomach was empty. Mu Qinglin didn't dare to order spicy pot as she said, and he was ridiculed by her throughout the whole process.

Afterwards, he probably said he was tired, so he lazily leaned back in the small chair, put his hands in his pockets, bit the zipper of the down jacket and pulled it to the end, shaking the chair once and for all.

It wasn't long before Mu Qinglin got off the long-distance plane, and his appetite was average, so he put down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls, ordered two bottles of beer and sipped them.

After Zhou Yi finished counting a piece of stars and saw them, he asked her lazily, "Why do you like drinking so much?" He didn't drink during the tattoo recovery period, and he drank even after eating hot pot.

Mu Qinglin pressed one arm on his knee, and the other wrist was hanging down. He tapped his fingertips on the glass, "Have you never heard of using wine to drown your sorrows?"

"Illiterate, I've never heard of it." After Zhou Yi hurt himself, he also didn't let Mu Qinglin go.

Mu Qinglin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, it's just that you are poor, why don't you invite Teacher Jiu?"

Teacher Nine, "You're dreaming..."

Zhou Yi glanced at the cup in front of Mu Qinglin, and asked suspiciously: "Is it that good?" She remembered that it was spicy, and she would go crazy if she drank too much.

Mu Qinglin held the cup and passed it over, "Have a sip?"

Zhou Yi resolutely hid half of his face in the down jacket, and at the same time leaned the chair back to distance himself, showing his attitude with actions.

Mu Qinglin withdrew the cup and brought it to his mouth, drank the rest, and said, "I would never give you a drink, not just today."

Zhou Yi stared at people, "The reason..."

Mu Qinglin, "Hunters are easy to mess with, but drunks are hard to deal with."

"I shouldn't have given you a good face."

Zhou Yi ruthlessly got up and left.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Mu Qinglin, he immediately called the boss to count the lottery and pay the money, and it took five minutes to say nothing.

She thought that Zhou Yi had run away and disappeared after chasing him, but she leaned against the wall by the porch, bent one leg, looked up at the sky, and when she blinked, her eyelashes would flick her slightly long bangs.

I know that I am waiting for someone, and I am making rapid progress.

Mu Qinglin thought with relief.

Zhou Yi saw Mu Qinglin come out from the corner of his eye, stood up straight, and walked forward like a walk.

Mu Qinglin followed quietly.

As eleven o'clock approached, the people in Hongmen Lane gradually dispersed, leaving a gloomy and lonely place.

Zhou Yi and Mu Qing were walking on it, one long shadow and one short shadow intertwined occasionally.

Passing by the steamed stuffed bun shop, Grandma Miao was watching the evening news from Provincial Taiwan, coincidentally, it was the episode that Mu Qinglin showed Zhou Yi at the clinic.

Zhou Yi didn't fully understand after listening to a few sentences, and her half-understood vanity attracted her to ask Mu Qinglin, "Will you go to that department in the future?"

Mu Qinglin, "Which one?"

"Just the one that pulls you on a business trip." Zhou Yi walked around a raised floor tile, muttered a few words of dissatisfaction at it, and continued: "You are a person who helps the owner find dogs every day, and the west finds cats. The gangsters there are very eye-catching, if the leader is not blind, he will definitely ask you to go there."

Mu Qing looked over at Zhou Yi, "Really?"

Zhou Yi curled her lips, "What is it? Shouldn't you know the best about whether it's comfortable or not?"

"that's not what it means."

"That is?"

Mu Qinglin buried a little smile in his eyes, "You think I'm bright?"

"I'm blind, or you're deaf." Zhou Yi calmly denied as he stepped up and down the steps.

It's embarrassing to say such things in person, she wants to save face.

Mu Qinglin didn't give Zhou Yi a chance to evade, quickly raised his hand to hook her neck, hooked her back to his side, and asked the person next to her, "Do you really think I'm good?"

Zhou Yi couldn't break free, rolled his eyes speechlessly and said, "Hi sister, sister Miao, sister is amazing. Sister, can you show some face and continue to keep a low profile as the patron saint of cats and dogs?"

"You found out, how can you keep a low profile?" Mu Qinglin suppressed Zhou Yi, and couldn't straighten up because of her frantic probing tone on the verge of collapse.

Zhou Yi wanted to squat down on the spot and catch Mu Qinglin who was using herself as a crutch by surprise, but changed his mind when his gaze passed her face.

It's really eye-catching.

Although there is no image in the smile, it seems to be more beautiful than the calm appearance standing in front of the camera.

…

Zhou Yi lowered his head and pinched the tip of his nose, deciding to let someone be arrogant for a while.

Tired of laughing, Mu Qinglin tapped his chin on Zhou Yi's shoulder and said, "Zhou Yi, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

Zhou Yi, "If you fart, fart."

Mu Qinglin pulled out the hand that was in his trouser pocket, gestured at Zhou Yi's waist, and said, "With your height, I wonder if you can jump over my knee?"

"??" Who do you look down on?

Zhou Yi took away Mu Qinglin's hand that was hanging in front of her, and circled behind her.

Mu Qinglin didn't know why, so she wanted to turn around.

Zhou Yi, "Go ahead, yours."

Mu Qinglin, "Then what are you doing at the back?"

Zhou Yi looked down, aimed at the bend of Mu Qinglin's leg, moved his ankle, and said seriously: "Try to see if you can jump over your knee."

Mu Qinglin, "Knees in front..."

As soon as the word "face" came to her mouth, Mu Qinglin's right leg suddenly softened, and she sat down staggeringly. Fortunately, there was no one in front of her. She swayed two steps and managed to stop. When she turned around, Teacher Jiu raised her chin slightly. , with a full face, "Is it past your knees?"

More than that, if Teacher Jiu made any move, she was crushed to the point where she was powerless to fight back.

Mu Qing sighed and took out his phone to check the time.

Seeing the notification icon for new WeChat messages above, Mu Qinglin walked up to Zhou Yi and touched her arm, "Can the door of the small black room on WeChat be opened?"

Zhou Yi avoided her with his arms crossed, then shrugged, "My hand says it's dull, so it won't move."

Mu Qinglin, "My hand says it can do it for you."

"..." Zhou Yi glanced at Mu Qinglin and walked forward.

Agree without refusing?

Mu Qinglin understood the deep spirit, followed quickly and said, "I'll pay for it myself?"

Zhou Dumb remained silent.

Mu Qinglin observed for a while, then tentatively groped into Zhou Yi's pocket.

Her limp paws clenched a fist inside.

This is her routine operation in winter, and she can warm her fingertips with the pitiful temperature in her palm.

The phone was squeezed aside by her fist.

Mu Qinglin can easily pull out by pinching a corner.

"Show your face..." Mu Qinglin pointed the phone at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi thought it was cold, his chin shrank in his down jacket and refused to look up, and he said vaguely, "six 9".

"what?"

"password…"

Mu Qinglin clicked to enter, it was true.

She quickly operated the WeChat blacklist, and by the way distracted Zhou Yi by chatting, lest she suddenly change her mind.

"9 is your lucky number?" Mu Qinglin asked.

Zhou Yi, "No..."

"Then why are all your passwords 9, and your name is Xiao Jiu?"

"My parents' birthday is in September, and they got married in September. When they found out that I was there, it was also September. Xiao Jiu is the nickname they gave me."

Zhou Yi spoke without any hesitation, and there was no fluctuation in his voice. But for some reason, when Mu Qinglin saw her raising her head and counting the faint light spots in the distant starry sky one by one, her face was too quiet, she felt that she was experiencing a silent storm in her heart.

Mu Qinglin turned off the phone and put it back in Zhou Yi's pocket.

Before withdrawing his hand, he flipped it over, pushed a finger away from her, and tested the temperature.

Cool as always.

"Miss them?" Mu Qinglin asked.

Zhou Yi curled his fingers back and laughed, "What do dead people think about?"

Mu Qing was silent.

Since the dead are not worth remembering, why are her eyes turning red quietly in the dark of night?

—

When the two returned to Buddha Demon, Tang Yuanzhou had been waiting anxiously.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately came over and asked, "Why are you back so late?"

Zhou Yi pointed at Mu Qinglin with his chin, "She eats slowly."

The skilful way of throwing the pot can no longer show the slightest strange emotion, it is best not to provoke Zhou Yi at this time.

Mu Qinglin had no choice but to admit humbly, "My fault..."

The fact is that some people are obsessed with counting the stars and cannot walk. She, a sinner who has not long been pardoned, has the guts to urge her.

Tang Yuanzhou is a sensible person, so he naturally wouldn't believe Zhou Yi's words, but he didn't bother to ask, and immediately became fierce, "Don't you go up to clean up and sleep? Are you sick and want to do something?"

It was rare that Zhou Yi didn't answer her words. She really felt her nose was cold after dawdling on the road.

"What about you?" Zhou Yi turned his head and asked Mu Qinglin, "It's twelve o'clock soon, why don't you stop tossing around and just make do with one night here."

Mu Qinglin declined, "No, my car is at work, the road conditions are good at this point, and I can get home in twenty minutes."

"Oh..." Zhou Yi, who was about to go upstairs, interrupted suddenly, "Don't fly like a plane if the road conditions are good, poor people like you can't afford speeding fines."

Tang Yuanzhou said angrily, "If you loosen your body a little bit, you will commit an old problem, right? Can you still talk properly?"

"I think it's pretty good." Mu Qinglin said, she heard the meaning in Zhou Yi's words, it was caring, and it was the first time that she was serious.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you that you're safe as soon as you get home." Mu Qinglin said to Zhou Yi who said "speak less and you won't die".

Zhou Yi gave her a cold look, and dragged up the stairs half-deadly.

After confirming that there was no movement, Tang Yuanzhou asked Mu Qinglin in a low voice, "Are you two okay?"

"Both of us?" Mu Qinglin realized what Tang Yuanzhou was referring to, and nodded with a smile, "Well, that's it."

Tang Yuanzhou, "How did you do it?"

Mu Qinglin thought for a moment, and answered him with a rhetorical question, "I apologized, and then she sat on the chair to watch me eat?"

Tang Yuanzhou went in without knowing, "What do you mean?"

Mu Qinglin didn't know either, it was easy to coax anyway.

"Just treat her as easy to talk to." Mu Qinglin said with a smile.

Tang Yuanzhou felt that this was a fantasy, "The object of our discussion is the same person?"

Mu Qinglin pointed upstairs, "Isn't the one you picked up just now?"

Tang Yuanzhou, "I think it looks more like a mutant species that sneaked in after you."

Tang Yuanzhou tidied up his expression and changed the subject, "What was your appointment that day? I've known her for so long, and I haven't seen her care about anything so much."

Mu Qinglin, "Take her to see an old Chinese doctor."

"Chinese medicine?!" Tang Yuanzhou raised his voice because he was too shocked, and was so shocked to see Zhou Yi come back, and Fa Cai, who was poking around the door, ran away in a hurry.

Mu Qinglin was also taken aback by Tang Yuanzhou's reaction, and asked amusedly, "Do you need to be so surprised?"

"You don't know..." Tang Yuanzhou shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, anyway, you should be mentally prepared, seeing the doctor is the highlight."

Mu Qinglin didn't know, so she wanted to ask, but suddenly saw that the lights in the work area next door went out, and remembered that it was already very late, so she had to put all her words back and leave first.

It was just after half past twelve when Mu Qinglin returned home. Apart from telling Zhou Yi that she was safe, she also asked her hesitantly: [I have two days off, when is it convenient for you, let's make another appointment? 】

She thought that Zhou Yi must have fallen asleep at this point, but unexpectedly, before the dialog box was cut out, she saw a prompt that she was typing.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yi came back: 【Tomorrow. 】

Mu Qinglin: [OK, I'll pick you up at Buddha Demon at nine o'clock. 】

Zhou Yi: [Can you come on time this time? 】

Mu Qinglin leaned against the wall, and quickly replied: [It's okay if the sky falls. 】

After this message was sent, Mu Qinglin waited for a long time and did not see Zhou Yi replying again. On the contrary, after looking at it for a long time, the black patch on her head was very dazzling.

Mu Qinglin bowed her head and typed: 【Have you changed your profile picture? 】

Zhou Yi replied in seconds: [Isn't this obvious? 】

Mu Qinglin, [The previous cat head was cute. 】

Zhou Yi: [But don’t you think black is more suitable for offering sacrifices? 】

"..." Changing the avatar was indeed a way of seeing her off.

Mu Qinglin: [Don't consider changing it back? 】

Zhou Yi: [No]

Mu Qinglin: [If you don't change the cat's head, the dog's head is also fine...]

Zhou Yi: [Turn off the internet and sleep]

Teacher Jiu actually knew that she was too sleepy?

Mu Qinglin clicked on the keyboard and walked to the bathroom: [If you want to care about me, just tell me, I won't laugh at you...]

Zhou Yi: [Your message has been sent successfully, but it was rejected by the other party. jpg...]

Just pictures, no blacklist?

"Heh..." In the quiet night, Mu Qinglin's lonely smile will have a different flavor.

—

Early the next morning, Mu Qinglin, who had been sleepy for days and suffered from jet lag, woke up with difficulty. She habitually took her mobile phone and leaned against the bedside to watch the news, and then replied to WeChat.

Seeing the red dot on Moments, Mu Qinglin casually clicked in to browse.

Sliding to the earliest unread update, Mu Qinglin stopped.

That one was posted by Zhou Yi: Does the cat have a good head?

The accompanying picture is the "head press" she posted on Weibo on the day of the provincial TV live broadcast.

The avatar was also replaced with it.

It was sent five hours ago, shortly after they finished chatting.

"Duplicity." Mu Qinglin said with a low smile, the remaining sleepiness in his body was swept away with this chuckle.

Mu Qinglin sat up, clicked on the comment and replied: Not as good-looking as Teacher Jiu

A few minutes later, Tang Yuanzhou replied to Mu Qinglin: If you are threatened, please reply me with 9

Yang Ling followed closely behind: just call the police

Mu Qinglin: Teacher Nine is so glamorous that he can be included in the picture scroll, which is rare in the sky and rare in the world

Tang Yuanzhou:? ?

Yang Ling: Maybe I haven't woken up yet

Two hours later, Zhou Yi stretched out under the quilt, dazedly touched his phone and clicked on WeChat.

Seeing the comments in the circle of friends, Zhou Yi knelt under the quilt, and took Mu Qing out with a blank expression and replied: Shut up

—

After days of cloudy and rainy days, the sun has no temperature, and when the wind blows, it is so cold that people's bones hurt.

Zhou Yi has never been idle since the second he left the house. At first he complained about the cold weather, but later he thought it was too early, and now he complained about Mu Qinglin, "Why don't you park the car at home?"

Mu Qinglin was innocent, but she wanted to drive the car directly to the gate of Buddha Demon to pick up people, so that she wouldn't have to be complained by Zhou Yi, and she wouldn't have to make a special trip in the cold wind, but Hongmen Lane didn't allow four-wheeled vehicles to enter her is there any method?

"I'll be right there..." Mu Qinglin uttered foolish words that are common to all people, and walked for another five minutes with Zhou Yi.

When he got in the car, Zhou Yi was so cold that his soul was out of his body, and he couldn't get up to go to the hospital at all. Mu Qinglin basically pushed him all the way to the consulting room.

Because the old Chinese doctor is an acquaintance with Mu Qinglin, Zhou Yi went through all the "seeing, hearing, asking, and knowing" very carefully before starting to write the prescription.

In the process of writing, I was still asking: "Isn't it allowed for a little girl to have a period? Is the amount too much? How is the color?"

These few questions were too personal, Mu Qinglin stood by and saw that Zhou Yi's ears turned red instantly.

She suppressed her laugh, quickly hooked her fingers and said, "It's no stranger, why are you ashamed?"

Zhou Yi raised his head and spoke very forcefully, "I have a thin skin."

If Tang Yuanzhou heard these words, the sound of "bah" could be heard from the east end of Hongmen Lane to the west end.

Mu Qinglin didn't dare, it really made people anxious, let alone pushing him in, even if he was tied, he probably wouldn't be able to tie him up a second time.

"Okay—" Mu Qinglin said in a dragged tone, "For now, try to overcome it first, and burn your ears off when you go out."

"Please shut up!" Zhou Yi persuaded himself for a long time with a sullen face, and finally said from the cracks of his lips, "It's okay."

The old Chinese doctor was re-employed from retirement. He is old and his ears are not good. He half pulled down his glasses and looked at Zhou Yi and said, "Speak up and describe carefully."

Zhou Yi was stuck on a tiger, thought for a while, and articulated slightly, "The cycle ranges from twenty days to two months, very little, the color..."

"Dark red is considered normal." Mu Qinglin reminded.

After speaking, I saw the redness on the tip of Zhou Yi's ear spread down a lot, and he still kept a precarious indifference on his face.

"That's normal." Zhou Yi said.

The old Chinese doctor nodded, fixed his glasses and continued to write the prescription, "I'll prescribe you the medicine for two weeks to see the effect, you have to adjust it slowly, it took too long."

"Can it be eradicated?" Mu Qinglin asked.

The old Chinese doctor said, "Yes, but you have to persevere, otherwise she will suffer in the future."

Mu Qinglin, "OK..."

When Zhou Yi heard the word "slowly", he already wanted to run away, so he added "persistence"...

"Can this be made into a pill?" Zhou Yi gestured and said, "It's like the one in martial arts dramas, where a nail the size of a fingernail can cure all diseases, maybe even bring the dead back to life."

The old Chinese doctor lowered his head, his sharp eyes shot out from the top of his glasses, and he said seriously: "If you really know this person, you must introduce him to me. Although I am old and dim-sighted, I still remember calling 110."

"..." The small flame that was rising in Zhou Yi's heart went out with a "poof", she was not reconciled, pinched the tip of her little finger, and asked tentatively: "Is there really no possibility?"

This time, before the old Chinese doctor could use his taunting skills, Mu Qinglin had already done it first.

"What you are talking about is metaphysics. It has been banned by the national law long ago. Don't even think about it." Mu Qinglin knocked Zhou Yi's hand back with his fingers, and said to the old Chinese doctor: "Just prescribe the soup and medicine, and I will find a way to drink it." .”

Zhou Yi sneered, "If I don't open my mouth, can you force it?"

Mu Qinglin lowered her head and said in a calm tone, "Why not?"

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On the way back, Zhou Yi hugged a large pack of medicine, huddled in the seat and did not speak.

As soon as he entered the Buddha Demon, he ran upstairs non-stop, completely refusing to give Mu Qinglin a chance to strike.

Mu Qinglin just didn't feel like recruiting her right now, so he went to the store and asked where Tang Yuanzhou's medicine pots were stored, and started to boil the medicine.

An hour and a half before and after.

Mu Qinglin went upstairs with a small bowl of decoction.

The door of Zhou Yi's room was open, and there was not much space inside. The single bed was against the wall, and there were wooden tables and chairs by the window.

When Mu Qinglin came in, she saw a pair of exaggerated game headphones hanging on her head, and she was comfortably closing her eyes, resting her head on the back of the chair, stepping on the beam of the desk with both feet to lift the chair up, shaking it vigorously back and forth.

No wonder Tang Yuanzhou was so angry when he saw Zhou Yi.

With such a large range, it depends on fate whether you fall or not.

Mu Qing said heartily.

She came in with the medicine.

When Zhou Yi shook his head again, he grabbed one side of the back of the chair and pulled it back violently.

Zhou Yi lost her balance, her face turned green with fright, she immediately opened her eyes and stood up, uttering a mantra, "Are you sick?!"

Mu Qinglin put down the chair, raised the hand holding the bowl and said, "You are sick."

Zhou Yi saw the black thing in the bowl, trembled all over, and forgot to reply.

"I don't drink..." Zhou Yi said.

Mu Qinglin pushed the chairs forward to block Zhou Yi who was about to come out and said, "Pinch your nose, it's just a matter of one bite."

There is a desk behind Zhou Yi, and the top of her leg is now supported by a chair, running is useless, she struggles a bit, delaying time clumsily, "Why don't you let it dry first?"

Mu Qinglin, "The effect will be reduced if it cools down."

"It's okay, anyway, the time is still long, and it won't be obvious if you discount it."

"..." Mu Qinglin suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Yi panicked for no reason, rubbing his feet against the ground, and as soon as he found an opportunity, he immediately squeezed out from between the tables and chairs, wanting to run out.

Just put on a posture, Mu Qing