It's not too late to meet

It's strange, I'm a little dizzy and confused, but I know in my heart that in the years I lived before, I have never laughed like this, and that is also because I have never met such an interesting character as Xu Nuo.The child continued to nag later, "It's our old lady who thinks my words are so dense that it looks like the whole fleet is firing, so don't mess with me. Come on a blind date every now and then. The person who introduced the partner didn't just give me this fleet clearly." Add ammunition depots? I don't think so."

Ammunition depot, this one is more funny, I smiled and gave Xu Nuo a thumbs up.Xu Nuo thought that this could not express the depth and breadth of our acquaintance, and asked for "five." I couldn't understand it for a while, Xu Nuo explained, "Just high-five." This is weird, isn't it?There's nothing to celebrate, so why high five?But as long as Xu Nuo is willing, whoever cares, I slapped her palm together and found that Xu Nuo's palm is very tough and powerful.I cling to her wrist bone and inspect her palm, wow, there is a thin layer of calluses, "How did you do it?" I asked.

Promised and gestured, "Practice guns and martial arts, you forgot, I'm a policeman." She looked at my palm in turn, and said contemptuously, "Hey, my husband, you've never done housework, have you? Look, you're better than a bitch My son is still skinny and tender, and my ten fingers don’t touch Yang Chunshui. Hey, by the way, your fingers are very slender, and your career line is amazing. Love line, no, old man, according to palmistry, you may remarry.”

remarry?Only crazy.I laughed even more, "Girl, do you still know how to read palms?"

"You say I'm a police officer, of course I know everything..." Xu Nuo stopped, squinted at me, with a strange expression on his face, and remained silent.

I thought there was something dirty on my face, I touched it again, and it seemed to be nothing, the glasses were focused on the promised face, "What's wrong?"

Xu Nuo shook his head, "I can't tell you."

"why?"

Promised to recite Mao Xuan to me, "Because you are a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has escaped vulgar interests, and a person who is beneficial to the people." She picked up the medical record ballpoint pen, Draw a circle on the blank page, write "limit" in the circle, and solemnly say, "I am different from you, I am full of vulgar thoughts, so as long as I write this word for you, it means that you cannot Ask again."

There are words in this circle, which made me laugh loudly, "Yo, restricted?"

Xu Nuo laughed in shock, and pointed at me with his index finger, "You still know the restricted level?" Before she had finished singing, the door of the room opened, and there was a roar like thunder, "Xu Nuo, I can't stand you anymore..."

My attending doctor, surnamed Yao, is Xu Nuo's classmate, and also the one who was forced by Xu Nuo to empty his pockets of money and food coupons to help me with dinner. He is not tall, has a good appearance, and is a very stable and appropriate gentleman. .During the long chat that night, Dr. Yao showed up three times successively to visit me, pulled out the needles and medicines I had finished hanging, and gave me a doctor's order asking me to have a good rest. Also, don't get too excited. Emotional stability and many other trivial matters.Every time I make a promise, I promise the doctor, stop chatting, stop laughing, and go to bed right away... This time, it was the fourth time Dr. Yao appeared, and he looked at his watch, "Xu promise, are you out of your mind? At four o'clock in the morning, you You should take care of the patients, what are you doing now? Have a class reunion? Can you hold a class reunion with anyone? What kind of smell is this? Wine? Promise, you dare to drink to my patient?!"

Xu Nuo's plain hand covered with thin calluses was still holding my palm, very innocent, "Your nose has gone astray, where did you get the wine? I didn't see me reading palms."

I poofed, laughing again.Dr. Yao stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then said to Xu Nuo with a helplessly weak and pitiful tone, "Xu Nuo, you got my patient drunk~~~"

Xu Nuo argued, "Old Yao, that's not drunk, but lively, huh? Lively!"

I finally managed to stay sane, and coaxed Xu Nuo, "Okay, Nuonuo, go to sleep." Helping her put away the enamel bowl, lunch box, and dishes on the bed, we lay down together, on our respective beds very close to each other, head to head. Facing in one direction, there is a deep smile on his face.Xu Nuo also muttered something to Dr. Yao, I don't know anymore.Before I fell asleep, the big bouquet of roses bloomed brightly by my bedside, and my high and excited emotions were instantly calm and frozen in the dark and gorgeous colors.It is too strange for flowers like this to bloom around me. In my opinion, sending flowers to the dying is really a wasteful and unmerciful thing.

Promise

I sat in Yang Lu's studio with a sketchbook in my hand, chatting nonsense with her.Lao Guo's team had just received a difficult bombing case, and was sadly asked by the bureau chief to solve the case within a time limit. In a state of desperation, Yang Lu was busy trying to put Lao Guo's corpses together, forgetting to eat and sleep, trying to get those black charred corpses that had been blown into pieces , counted individually, to form the original version.

It was obvious that she was more enthusiastic about what happened to me than she was about her work. She went into every detail and wentssip to the end, even what I ate and drank.I don't have a case to deal with for the time being, so I can only let her interrogate me with great fanfare.

I was talking about Fang Zhengwen, the old gentleman who helped me, but Yang Lu meant it as a drunkard, and the focus of her attention was Fang Gang, the son of Mr. Fang's family.

"how old?"

"31."

"Size?"

"Visual height is 178, shoe size is 42, and weight is about 70 kg."

"Look?"

"Fair and clean, with good facial features, well-bred, gentle, and pretty when she smiles."

"Work?"

"I once went to France to study cooking, and I am fluent in French and English. I have worked as a chef in a western restaurant and a hotel manager, and now I am studying business management at the University of Hong Kong."

"Marriage history?"

"The first wife died in an accident. She divorced her ex. She has a six-year-old son. She is currently in a relationship. The person in love just told you about it."

I adjusted my sitting posture to make myself more comfortable, and asked Yang Lu, "Wu Zuo, are you interested just now?"

Yang Lu's laughter was muffled by the mask, and she said, "I'm interested for you."

"What's wrong with you, you have a fiancée, okay?" I carefully modified the hands on the drawing paper, trying to make them look more slender, soft and delicate like on the owner's body, "Besides, I'm seven years older than him."

Yang Lu, "Is this an obstacle? What is his fiancée's name? Li Wan, right? Li Wan is ten years older than him."

"Don't even think about Li Chunen's family background, we can't compare it. By marrying Li Wan, Fang Gang can save 100 years of struggle."

"Your family background is not bad."

"After all, it's not as rich as Li Chunen."

"According to what you said, with Fang Zhengwen's character, the children he teaches must not be utilitarian. I think you have a chance."

I casually said, "But I can't find a reason why I have to beat the mandarin duck with a sword."

Without any warning, a black severed arm inserted silently//between me and the sketch paper, and moved at an imperceptible frequency, forcing my face to be lifted up to face me.She said clearly, "Why is there no reason? Fang Gang's father is a well-known chemical expert. He has social status and no financial pressure. He is well-matched with your family. The point is that the old man is not difficult to get along with. There is no possibility of remarrying. If he and Fang Gang can do it , at least there will never be conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in your future married life. Promise, you are not young anymore, you have to plan for yourself."

The brains of this operation are not as clever as hers.I blinked and blinked, "Actually, you are not young anymore, why don't you fight with Li Wan after my sister introduces Fang Gang to you?"

Yang Lu looked at the sky, feeling extremely helpless.Next, put the broken arm in his hand on the workbench, took off the mask and gloves, and sat across from me with a big teapot in his hands. He understood it with reason and moved him emotionally, "Arnold, you'd better figure out your current situation. If you can't solve your lifelong affairs right away, you still have to go through four more tests from your father. You won't be so lucky every time. When you meet an old man with a high fever to help you escape, what will you do next time on a blind date? What to do? Next time? Please, your opponent is your father. He has an entire security office for him to dispatch. You only have a few soldiers under your command? If you lose to your old man, you have to accept him as your I'm afraid that Fang Gang is not as good as the person you arrange. Although Fang Gang is not very satisfactory in terms of marriage history, I think he is more reliable than those stupid middle-aged men your father chose for you. .”

The best friend's words were not unreasonable, but I shook my head, expressing my disapproval.

Yang Lu came up with another bad idea, "Why don't you borrow a soldier? Tell Fang Gang, pretend that you two are in love, and deal with your old man first?"

I am happy, "Yang Lu, you are a political commissar, so it would be a pity to do it."

"Then you agreed?"

I firmly said, "No!"

"why?"

I clenched my fists, "Because my sister will do her best to fight to the end for freedom and dignity."

Yang Lu rolled her eyes at me, grabbed the painting in my hand, and said angrily, "Whose hand is this?" Before I could answer, she turned the bottom to look again, the eyes behind the glasses and lenses were picky, "Who's hand is this?" Oh who is this, the style of glasses is so old-fashioned."

Seeing this unpleasantness, I simply kept silent.

Yang Lu turned to the next picture, the back view of the man in the Chinese tunic suit, please continue to pick me up, "This waist is not straight, it's rickety, dying or dying?"

Anyway, every picture is specious, and Yang Lu didn’t know who I drew, so I scrolled down from this work, the man in the hospital gown, lying on the hospital bed with a thin quilt, the part of the head is not yet finished, For some reason, I couldn't draw his profile well, so I gave up.It was here that Yang Lu finally vented her anger, and she gradually calmed down, "Which case? The murderer is still polite, tell me, and I'll give you the details."

murderer?I didn't like it, so I snatched the sketchbook, "Who said this is a murderer?"

Yang Lu was taken aback, "