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The fat man ate a round when he went out to buy things. Now he looked at the things Wu Xie brought him and hummed: "You want to send me away now, Fatty? Go and get a few bottles of wine. How many bottles of wine are you going to have today?" Drink less, just have one bottle, don’t get drunk by then." You won’t pay the bill if you are drunk.

Wuxie insisted: "Drink some soda. If so, I'll get a few bottles."

The fat man was not happy: "That stuff is only for children to drink. Men should drink it with a certain concentration. Also, can you be more obedient and stop smoking? You dare to smoke when I'm here, but when I'm not here, Can you still go to heaven?"

"You just came out of the hospital and you can't drink. Don't you have any idea?"

"It's okay, I'm not taking cephalosporins."

Wuxie took two more puffs, put out the cigarette with his hand, and glanced at the fat man: "Stop beeping blindly, if you don't want to drink, I will drink. Do you want to drink, little brother?"

The little brother nodded his head silently and put his chopsticks into the pot to pick up the cooked meat slices.

"Well, come on, you all drink. Fatty, I can't be unsocial. Fatty, I drink too. I want to drink three bottles, no, four bottles." The fat man had sharp eyes and hurriedly grabbed the meat slices and vegetables in the pot with his younger brother. No matter what you drink.

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It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when we returned to Jie's house again. The medicine given through infusion in the hospital has already taken effect, and now I am very sleepy.

Wu Xie yawned, said hello to her brother and went to take a shower. When she came back, her brother ran off to who knows where. He would come back to sleep anyway, so Wu Xie didn't care.

I slowly got into bed and slept uneasily. In my sleep, I dreamed of my third uncle. He was instructing many people to build things. The rain was noisy, and people were talking all around. I couldn't hear anything my uncle said clearly. Judging from the movements of his mouth, he seemed to be shouting: Xiao Xie, come here quickly.

Where have you been?

Third uncle? Where do I go?

Wuxie took a few steps forward, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. No one disappeared in an instant, and there was only the moon hanging in the sky... the moon? It wasn't raining just now, how could the moon appear?

Third uncle!

"Uncle Third...where are you going?"

The younger brother was awakened by his murmuring, and stretched out his hand to push him, "Wu Xie."

He heard the little brother's voice in his daze, and it was cold and smelling of snowy mountains, and it pulled him out of his dream in an instant.

Unable to see clearly the things in the room in the darkness, Wuxie waited for a few seconds to adapt to the darkness, and turned his head to look at the person next to him: "Brother, you are back..."

I felt the little brother's hand gropingly resting on my forehead, which felt cold. He didn't know where his innocent thoughts went. He had lost too much blood all year round, which caused his body temperature to be lower than normal. In the past few years, he had recovered slightly, but his hands and feet would still be cold at night.

No one spoke in the darkness. After Wuxie came to his senses, he pulled his hand down, put it in his hand and subconsciously rubbed it to warm him.

"I dreamed about my third uncle. He seemed to be calling me. I didn't hear what he said, and then he left. Are you and the blind man hiding nothing from me?"

"Ah, by the way, little brother, when we came back, the blind man said what happened to you and him on the phone in the middle of the night?"

……

"His own business."

Wu Xie was almost asleep after waiting, and upon hearing this answer, he sighed deeply, pulled up the quilt, and prepared to take a nap.

"It's about his eyes."

In his sleepy state, he heard his brother whisper again. Wuxie lifted the quilt and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with his eyes?"

"What's wrong with his eyes? I haven't heard of any serious problems at this time."