Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

He Wen lowered his head. The person on the bed had his eyes closed, breathing evenly, and his face looked very peaceful in his sleep.

"Snapped!"

Ivan shuddered in shock.

"There's a mosquito." He Wen looked at the small insect in his hand and said, "Mosquito, mosquito, I didn't mean to kill you, but you disturbed other people's sleep."

He Wen seemed a little distressed: "Killing you is a small life, if I don't kill you, no one will sleep well."

"How about this, little bug? Let me make a deal with you. Next time, don't bite other people. Come after me instead."

Ivan was lying on the bed, extremely anxious, but unfortunately he couldn't speak.

He Wen is too kind, almost too kind.

Is a mosquito also considered a life?

There is nothing to be regretful about.

Ivan opened his eyes and looked towards He Wen. With the moonlight coming in through the window, he could vaguely see a few words on his work card:

“Marketing department.”

?

What the hell, does a nursing home have this department?

At this moment, after swatting the insect, Ivan turned his head away from He Wen, who was feeling sad about the passing of time over a mosquito, and quickly closed his eyes.

He Wen glanced at him:

"Good night, sweet dreams."

……

The next morning, as the third bell rang, Ivan got up with the sun.

He immediately rushed to the hall where the old people were and shared with Pierre everything he had seen and heard last night.

Of course, no one talked about trivial things like tying a bow on the paw or picking up He Wen in joy.

"You mean, he had mud on his feet?"

"Correct."

Pierre's face showed a thoughtful expression.

Then, he looked around the hall and finally locked onto He Wen: "Look, has he changed?"

"What?" Ivan didn't respond.

"The people he served, I remember they were not the same yesterday or the day before yesterday."

"Correct."

After Pierre said this, he noticed that most of the attention had just been focused on He Wen.

Ivan observed He Wen for a whole day yesterday and had memorized the old man's appearance.

He looked around and found that the old man who He Wen was serving was nowhere to be found in the entire hall.

Just at this time, Xie Zian also came over. After hearing that Ivan and Pierre were in the same group, he took out a photo from his arms.

"No, the person you asked me to inquire about."

Pierre took the photo. The person in the photo had messy hair, like a real-life jinx. His skin was dry and his face was… Most importantly, the person looked familiar. He had met him once before.

"You said he was Huangshan?"

Pierre looked surprised.

Xie Zian: “Yes.”

Pierre: "Are you mistaken?"

Xie Zian immediately jumped up: "What do you mean, you agreed to my conditions, now you have done it, you want to deny it?"

"I'm telling you, my brother works in Area B and took the photo himself, so there's absolutely no mistake."

Area B is the abbreviation for the place where Class B care workers work. The building where Pierre is currently located will also be simply called Area A.

Pierre was silent for a moment: "How long has he been in Area B? Did he come from Area A?"

"No." Xie Zian: "I have been in Area B for two weeks."

"okay, I get it."

Pierre pondered.

It's different from what he thought.

When they first entered the dungeon and signed in, they saw the name "Huangshan" in the green notebook.

I originally thought it was the staff member in front of me in the line, but I didn’t expect it to be the old man’s name.

"elder."

Pierre: "What kind of people will be sent to Area B?"

"I don't know." Xie Zian thought for a while: "It should be an old man with no money."

"Area A has the best service, followed by Area B. As for where Area C is, I have never seen it."

Like Pierre, Xie Zian originally accompanied his younger brother to the interview. He was selected and went to Area A as soon as he started working, while his younger brother stayed in Area B.

The nursing home intentionally separated the information of Area A and Area B. As a result, he didn't know much about what was going on inside.

"Are you okay? When are you going to Area B?" Xie Zian asked.

"Wait a few days." Pierre said honestly: "I still have some things to do."

"Hmph, you'd better keep your word." Xie Zian shook his already sparse hair and walked away from the two men.

……

Ivan couldn't help but rushed to He Wen and asked, "Where is the old man you served yesterday?"

He Wen looked up blankly and thought for a moment: "Oh, I heard that the family handled the formalities and took the person back early in the morning."

"I see." Ivan's brows relaxed.

Pierre stood not far away, observing the expressions and demeanor of several people.

He Wen is lying.

There is one rule for carers.

[Rule 11: Do not transfer the elderly to another hospital. That is your dereliction of duty, and those who fail to do so will be punished.]

However, the nurse standing next to He Wen did not show any displeasure on his face...

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small theater:

In the Gratitude Village, an old man was teaching in the classroom: "Everyone, read this passage."

The sound of reading aloud could be heard in the room.

And under his teaching, the students sitting at the desks were also unusual.

There were scars all over his body, and his exposed arms were covered with round burn scars. However, the scars were old and it was obvious that they had been there for many years.

There were students who had lost their eyes or whose bodies were covered in black aura.

They are the ones who are grateful that the village survived after Xu Ye left.

Suddenly, a child ran in breathlessly:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, things have changed."

"What has changed? Going out to play during class and being disobedient will result in standing in the corner as punishment." The old man said in a serious tone.

“The sculpture has changed.”

"what?"

The old man hurried out, and the students behind him followed one after another.

Many people suddenly gathered in the square.

I saw that the original sculpture of a ten-year-old child had now turned into a young man holding a book, standing there and studying seriously.

"Xu Ye."

The old man was filled with shock and introduced him to the children behind him: "This is the Xu Ye I told you about, the real benefactor of the village."

"His story..."

Since Xu Ye left, Gratitude Village has changed a lot. In addition to the original residents, it also took in many homeless children.

No one wanted to listen. They had been listening to Xu Ye's stories for many years, and their ears were already callused from hearing them.

"Huh?" A kid pointed at the sculpture and said, "Teacher, didn't you say that Brother Xu Ye's foreign language skills are the worst? Why is he reading an English book?"

"Are you lying? I said, Brother Xu Ye is so powerful, he must be omnipotent."