Xiao Lang Jing

"So what exactly does that sentence mean?"

Song Qiran sat on the high stool in the tea room and asked Zhang Dachun with a blank face.

Holding the coffee, Zhang Dachun almost turned his eyes to the ceiling.

"Thank you for giving me a popular science about your evil love story on overtime days. I'm not interested, thank you."

"But he didn't say he liked me or didn't like me, and he didn't say what kind of relationship we'll keep in the future. Do you think I should call him?"

"I said I don't fucking care, okay?" Zhang Dachun couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I just care about your final driver's license deduction!"

"No buckle." Song Qiran replied.

"*!"

The design director on the opposite side suddenly looked annoyed. Song Qiran didn't bother to pay attention to him. He picked up the teacup and went out of the tea room. The mobile phone was in his trousers pocket. He was hesitating, as he said just now, should he contact Zhao Meng? ?For what reason should I contact you?Say you miss him?It doesn't seem to be... After all, I have promised others that I will tell the truth in the future.

Zhao Meng didn't give him more time to be complacent, he was very considerate, and after 5 minutes, he took the initiative to call in.

When Song Qiran answered the phone, he was still smashing a few stacks of unqualified samples on the desk. The passing rate of the new batch of proofing samples was too low.Zhao Meng over there was taken aback.

"What's the matter?" he asked aloud.

"Nothing happened. The factory sent a batch of defective products, which I smashed."

"Find someone to clean up the debris, don't prick your hands." Zhao Meng reminded very naturally, and Song Qiran nodded ignorantly.

He couldn't figure it out again.

"Call me, what's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if I'm fine?" Zhao Meng's voice on the other end sounded like a little chuckle, but his tone was still calm, and his breath was long, as if hitting Song Qiran on the face, "I just want you to listen to me sound."

Song Qiran blinked.

"I took my medicine today," he said.

He thought that Zhao Meng was worried that he would have a headache and lose control of his emotions, so he told him to reassure him.

"No, that's not what I meant," Zhao Meng said, "I also want to hear your voice."

Song Qiran's eyes suddenly widened.Zhao Meng did not give him room to continue to be surprised.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.

Song Qiran lowered his brows. Actually, there was nothing special about it. He thought that when he was busy with work, it was common for him to make do with a lunch box from a convenience store. He recalled the things stacked on the shelves of the convenience store he frequented——

"Black pepper beef." He said.

Zhao Meng thought for a while.

"Yeah," he replied, "I should be able to do it."

Then, before Song Qiran could recall the meaning of that sentence, he hung up the phone.

Zhao Meng was reading Weibo in the duty room, which was the account indicated on the leaflet he got back from Qinghe Rehabilitation Center.There were some long stories in it submitted by patients who came out of the rehabilitation center that year. He looked at the top and the latest ones.

There really is everything in rehab.Some parents sent their children in, and some children sent their parents in. One of the long Weibo posts was recorded by a volunteer. The victim is over 80 years old this year, and he is the oldest patient ever admitted to the rehabilitation center. More than ten years after the original husband passed away, someone introduced him to form a new family. The relationship between the husband and wife was good halfway, and they lived a peaceful life for a few years. Later, the new wife suffered a myocardial infarction and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. After checking, it was broken, and I had to live in the ICU. The ICU was more than 1 yuan a day, and the pension was not much. The old lady was in a hurry and wanted to sell the house. The two sons and one daughter immediately thought she was crazy, and it turned out to be so big Older people were forcibly dragged away when an ambulance came in the middle of the night.I don't know what kind of days I went inside. I was forced to treat urinary incontinence before I was taken back by my family. When I went back, the old man died long ago.I don't know what happened next.

Zhao Meng scratched the mouse and sighed in his heart. He didn't know whether the stories collected in the account were true or not. He could only see a breath of despair coming from it, and he couldn't imagine what was going on in the rehabilitation center. Ghostly.But almost every Weibo mentions one thing in common - the physical therapy laboratory in the rehabilitation center.

As Wei Xiaolong said, it was an electric shock chamber.

It was written in the top Weibo that Zhao Meng saw that two magnetic poles were directly pasted on the temples on both sides of the head, connected with thin wires, and then connected to a controller, the output current was accurate to milliamperes , anyway, it is guaranteed not to kill you, but it can make your life worse than death.The admitted patients will be allocated a dormitory after entering. Each dormitory has guards. The guards see who is upset, and threaten them with the electric shock room. Those who stay in there for a long time will form a conditioned reflex, and there is no need to do anything else. Just hearing the word "shock room" can make someone pee their pants in shock.

Zhao Meng flicked the mouse to close the page. Those descriptions hurt his eyes, and he didn't want to read any more.He originally just wanted to see if he could find any clues about what happened to Song Qiran back then, but now it seems that Song Qiran is fortunate to have forgotten it. Wei Xiaolong said that the treatment was only because he couldn't remember. It has been difficult to proceed, but Zhao Meng thinks that he will definitely not let Song Qiran know about this account, and he will not let him try to recall, he will not mention a word about the treatment center in front of Song Qiran.

He didn't want to hurt him, even if it was just to heal him.

He clicked on the private message button under the account homepage and sent a message to the blogger.

"Hello, I would like to ask you whether there are any individual cases in the rehabilitation center that you have sorted out. I want to find a person's diagnosis and treatment records."

About 10 minutes later, the message from the other side came back.

"who are you?"

"A friend of the client, I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help."

The wait continued for another ten minutes, but this time the other side was straightforward.

"Sorry, I can't trust you."

Zhao Meng shook his head and didn't care.

"Do you still have a lot of real risk in operating this account?"

"There will be. We have been reported many times, and many patients have also experienced a lot of pressure in reality before finally deciding to stand up. I have an obligation to protect them."

"It's okay, I can understand." Zhao Meng typed, "Then how can you trust me?"

"Why did you help your friend? Why didn't he come by himself?"

"There's no reason, I like him." Zhao Meng replied, "But I think it's a bad thing, and I don't want him to do it himself."

There was silence for a while.

"Can you send me a photo of your ID card?"

sure.Zhao Meng took out his ID card and put it on the table, took a picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to the opposite party without cropping or mosaicing the key information.

"Mr. Zhao," this time the person on the other side directly used his surname to address him, "Please allow us to think about it for a while. If we think we can agree to your request, we will use this account to contact you again. At that time, we may meet and talk. "

"Okay, thank you."

After Zhao Meng sent this message, the other side stopped replying.No progress at all, he thought.Early in the morning, after get off work time, Zhao Mengchang breathed a sigh of relief, closed the webpage and stood up, carrying a small bag to the nearest supermarket.

He bought onions, green and red peppers, butter, and beef, and put a few more commonly used ingredients into his pocket, and then grabbed two bundles of pasteurized fresh milk, buy one get one free, and went to pay the bill, and then took large and small bags Things went to Song Qiran's house, and when he got to the door, he realized that he didn't have the key to this room. Fortunately, God knows, Song Qiran left work on time for the first time today. When the door was opened, Zhao Meng was still afraid, mainly It was because he was afraid that the quick-frozen things would not be fresh after they melted. After entering the house, he rushed to the kitchen without even explaining, and instead left Song Qiran alone in the living room, not knowing what to do.

He didn't expect that Zhao Meng would come, let alone that Zhao Meng came to cook.After he got home from get off work, he had already changed into his home clothes, and now he would peek at Zhao Meng through the glass sliding door of the kitchen as he was orderly handling all the ingredients by the sink.Zhao Meng's movements are very skillful. He stirs up the diaphragm and tendons of the beef to stabilize the knife quickly and meticulously. After the beef is marinated, he makes the sauce, cuts the onion into pieces, melts the butter on a low heat, and starts frying. When the yellow soy sauce and fresh pepper were poured in, the whole kitchen was already filled with the smell of black pepper juice. Zhao Meng licked the spoon. He didn't have a stomach for Western food. Because Song Qiran said he wanted to eat it, he found the recipe from the Internet temporarily. It's not too difficult to make, it's not as pungent as the ready-made sauces on the supermarket shelves, and the taste is much softer.He nodded to himself, and opened a pack of vacuum clam meat.

Because of his consistent and calm performance throughout the whole process, Song Qiran, who was hesitating three times in and out at the kitchen door, finally found that he seemed to be a superfluous person who really couldn't help anything, and felt embarrassed to disturb Zhao Meng, so he wandered back to the living room After looking left and right, his eyes lit up at the end, he opened a carton of milk and poured them into the two cups on the TV cabinet.

When Zhao Meng returned to the dining table with the hot black pepper beef, he saw that Song Qiran had sat down upright, and had placed a cup full of fresh milk in front of his own seat and Zhao Meng's seat respectively. Those two cups are a pair, Song Qiran's is a rabbit, Zhao Meng's is just a dog, he finds them out and puts them on, and now he is looking at Zhao Meng with his hands on his knees, There was a twinkle in his eyes, as if waiting for him to open his mouth to praise.

Zhao Meng really wanted to admit that the scene looked quite exciting.But he put down the plate, touched Song Qiran's head, and pushed the puppy cup back.

"This is for couples. We are not a couple now."

Song Qiran's shoulders collapsed again.The contrast between the two seconds before and after was so strong that Zhao Meng almost laughed.

"But you come and cook for me, all your things are in my closet."

"That's because I want to live in." Zhao Meng replied calmly, Song Qiran raised his head suddenly, because of that movement, Zhao Meng's hand slipped from the top of his head and stuck to his cheek, Song Qiran's face was very hot and hot , just like the way he looked at Zhao Meng, full of unbelievable surprises, Zhao Meng caressed his face, and his heart was soft,

"Hey, from today onwards, I will stay with you and cook for you every day."

"But there's only one bed."

"We'll just sleep in one bed."

"Can't this be considered a couple?"

"You have to like me to count." Zhao Meng said to Song Qiran with a smile.The listener frowned, looking perplexed.

"Then... if I want to sleep with you, is that okay?" Song Qiran asked.

Zhao Meng wanted to say, didn't we plan to sleep together, but then he saw Song Qiran coyly peeking at him, and suddenly understood what he meant, and immediately slammed hard.

In fact, it is not impossible.Zhao Meng suppressed the urge to sexually harass the honest child who lived in front of the dining table, pulled Song Qiran to him and kissed his forehead, then put his arm around his shoulder and replied, "As long as you think it's okay, you can."

He looked up at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling, thinking, it would be too fake to insist on saying no at this time.