Out of place

The trapeze who fell in front of Xiang Xi and Mantou was Li Hui, the daughter of Er Pan's wife.

Li Hui's mother brought Li Hui to live with Erpan. She said he was Erpan's child, but Erpan didn't recognize her.

A 14-year-old girl who is as thin as a monkey, Xiang Xi has always felt that when the wind is strong, she can be blown two miles away with a single jump.

The floors of these old houses are all low. Li Hui probably didn't fall too hard. She lay on the ground for a while and struggled to stand up.

Mantou glanced upstairs, hesitated for two seconds, and reached out to give her a hand. Li Hui looked upstairs nervously, pushed Mantou away, and stood under the wall with her head bowed.

"Ouch," Erpan's voice came from the platform on the second floor, "Steamed buns are pity again."

"Brother," Mantou was taken aback, raised his head and smiled, and limped into the house, "Brother, I have..."

Xiang Xi glanced at Li Hui, walked past her, and prepared to go back to No. 17.

"Xiao Zhan," Li Hui called out behind him, her voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, "help me."

Xiang Xi walked into No. 17 without stopping, and closed the door with his backhand.

There were quite a lot of people in the room, and Uncle Ping's hobby was drinking tea and playing cards. He was sitting in the living room drinking tea with a few people, and Xiang Xi knew them all.Uncle Ping didn't have a "criminal gang" in the strict sense. If there were any, these guys would have to be the main force in the gang.

"It's back." Seeing him, Uncle Ping held the cup and said, drinking tea very slowly with a look of enjoyment.

"En." Xiang Xi lowered his head and stood by the coffee table.

"I've really grown up," Uncle Ping put down his cup and let out a long sigh, "Now I dare to run back empty-handed."

Xiang Xi didn't speak.

"This year is hard to pass." Uncle Ping took another sip of tea and leaned back on the sofa.

The people in the room didn't speak, just looked on coldly, Xiang Xi was also silent, Uncle Ping always spoke like this, not like Erpan being a little boss or a free thug.

Uncle Ping always speaks slowly and calmly to make money, but Xiang Xi knows that if he doesn't get the money back, he will be dealt with badly.

"Have you eaten yet?" Uncle Ping asked.

"Eat something casually." Xiang Xi glanced at the corridor leading to the backyard on the first floor, "I have a stomachache today."

"Stomach hurts again, what's wrong with your stomach," Uncle Ping frowned, "There's still some hot soup in the kitchen, go and drink some."

"Oh." Xiang Xi went into the kitchen and drank a bowl of soup.

In fact, he doesn't have much appetite now, but he must drink this soup, and he must drink it if Uncle Ping asks him to.

After finishing the soup, he walked down the corridor to the backyard and whistled.

The so-called backyard is not a yard, but a row of back doors opened by each of the self-built buildings, a passage one meter away from the wall, which is very long, dark and dirty.

After the whistle blew, he heard Erpan cursing, cursing Mantou.

He whistled again, and this whistle was for a dog.

Xiang Xi raised a dog, to be exact, he didn't raise it, this dog didn't know whose family it was, and when autumn came, it ran into the big depression and rummaged through the garbage cans for food.

Xiang Xi looked pitiful, so he fed something. The dog has been wandering around this area since that day. Xiang Xi didn't name it, but when he whistled, the dog would run over.

After blowing three whistles today, I didn't see the dog jumping around.

He turned back into the house and walked to Uncle Ping: "Uncle, where is the dog?"

Uncle Ping took a look at him with the teapot, and there was a scream from outside the house, and the steamed bun was knocked out of the door by Erpan.

"Where's the dog?" Xiang Xi could tell something from Uncle Ping's eyes, but he wasn't sure, so he asked again persistently, "Just that yellow dog, where is the dog?"

Someone in the room sneered, with inexplicable gloating in his voice.

Uncle Ping still didn't speak, his head was tilted, as if he was listening to Erpan beating the steamed buns.

Xiang Xi didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went out the door, and stopped Erpan who was about to kick the steamed bun in two steps.

"Go away!" Er Pan glared at him.

"Where's my dog?" Xiang Xi looked at him and asked.

"Who the hell knows what's a dog or not, get out!" Er Pan swung his arms and pushed Xiang Xi away.

"Xiao Zhan..." Mantou called him while squatting half-sitting behind him.

"Let me ask you," Xiang Xi staggered two steps, ignored the mantou, and quickly stopped in front of Erpan, almost face to face with him, "Where's the dog?"

"You're fucking sick!" Er Pan roared, raised his hand and punched Xiang Xi in the face.

Xiang Xi dodged it with a shake, and when the second set was still under control, he rushed over and pushed the second set hard, and also roared: "Where is my dog!"

"Fuck you," Er Pan was probably moved by his inexplicable persistence, and grabbed his arm and swung it against the wall, "Fuck you, I ate it!"

Xiang Xi was stunned, he didn't care to feel the pain caused by his shoulder hitting the wall hard.

"What did you say?" He turned his head abruptly and stared at Erpan.

"I said I ate your poor dog! It was stewed in a pot!" Er Pan spat on the ground, and walked towards the steamed bun cursingly, "They are all fucking idlers, what the hell is the use of keeping them! "

When Erpan raised his legs and kicked Mantou who was hiding behind him, Xiang Xi roared, threw himself behind him, and threw his elbow on the back of his neck: "Who the hell told you to eat me?" Dog!"

Xiang Xi knew that his pounce was more willful than hitting an egg on a rock. The second set was like a tower. Every time he stood next to him, he felt that the sky was covered by rolling sand and stones.

However, he still rushed forward, and in the next second, the second set grabbed his arm and flew out of his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

He was a little dizzy from the fall, and he didn't eat much today, and his eyes were dazzled by this fall, and one side of Mantou's legs grew...

The fall in the second set didn't relieve him, so he came over and stomped on his leg again.

Xiang Xi opened his mouth, but couldn't shout out.

It hurt so much, the pain from this moment made him fall to the ground and gasp for breath.

The second set wanted to do it again, but Mantou hugged his leg, gritted his teeth silently and did not let go.

"Fuck!" Er Pan slapped him across the face, and when he was about to scold again, Uncle Ping came out from No. 17, he glanced at Uncle Ping, and stopped.

"Is it annoying?" Uncle Ping said in a low voice with a teapot in his hand, "Is this street yours? You don't think it's embarrassing to beat your own children so hard, you're doing well!"

After saying this, Uncle Ping raised his chin at Mantou: "Help him in."

Mantou hurried over to try to pull Xiang Xi up, but Xiang Xi frowned and sat back on the ground as soon as he tried his feet hard, Mantou reached out to touch his leg, but he blocked it: "Don't touch it, it hurts."

"Broken?" Mantou's voice trembled a little, probably recalling the leg that was kicked badly back then.

"I don't know." Xiang Xi gritted his teeth and stood up by grabbing Mantou's shoulders. His legs had already felt swollen in such a short period of time, and it would be hell if he didn't break a bone.

Mantou was greedy for him to walk into the house, and when he passed by Uncle Ping, he whispered, "Uncle Ping, I have to go to... the hospital."

"Folded?" Uncle Ping glanced at Xiang Xi.

"Probably." Xiang Xi said.

"That's right," Uncle Ping smiled, "Just in time, it's the Chinese New Year, so let's do some work within our ability."

Xiang Xi didn't say anything more, he knew what Uncle Ping meant, and he helped him out face to face, but in fact, Uncle Ping was very happy to beat him in the second set, and now it's good to have a broken bone.

As a punishment, I probably made Uncle Ping angry recently.

After winter, there are many more orthopedic patients. Most of them are fractures. Those who stepped on the ice slipped and broke their legs. I have been busy in the outpatient clinic today, and the emergency department sent several injured people over.

He failed to get off work on time again, and after examining the last patient who came for follow-up consultation, he leaned on the chair and stretched, thinking about what to eat for dinner, but his mother's voice immediately echoed in his mind.

How to eat dinner to be healthy... Mom's nutrition class started...

Someone was shouting at the emergency room, the voice was quite loud, Cheng Boyan stopped and took a look there.

It’s not surprising that there is such a voice in the emergency department, but he still turned around and walked over. Last week, a buddy came to the emergency department who was too drunk and walked down the steps all the way down the steps with blood all over his face. Cover it with a stamp, and then slap it on the face with your hand raised, saying that it is a one-way trip to the moon with the stamp.

The sound of shouting is similar to what it is now.

After walking over, Cheng Boyan saw that he hadn't drunk too much. There was a man sitting with his head bowed on the chair at the entrance of the emergency room, and three people surrounded him and yelled.

"You're the one who wants to come to the hospital, so we're coming with you," a young man with an angry face pointed at a man and shouted, "Now the doctor said it was a fracture, what else do you have to say! Hurry up! Take money!"

"Did I say no money!" The man also yelled, "A broken bone is a broken bone. I know what it looks like. I'll give you as much as you want!"

"You drive so fast, do you know that the speed limit there is 20, if you step on the gas, the moon will fall down at 60!" Another boy who looked not very old said on the side.

"Doctor!" After finishing speaking, the boy took two steps towards the door of the emergency room. "Doctor, come over and have a look. How much did the broken leg cost?"

Lame?Cheng Boyan stared at his legs for a few times.

There are quite a lot of people in the emergency department at the moment, and the three doctors are not idle. One of them turned his head to look this way, looked at Cheng Boyan, and said, "Xiao Cheng, are you free..."

"Let me see." Cheng Boyan said as he walked up to the person sitting on the chair.

"Are you a doctor?" The man stared at him.

"Well, orthopedics," Cheng Boyan nodded, "Emergency doctors are busy, I'll show you, don't worry."

"Orthopedics? That's right!" The man pointed to the person sitting on the chair, looked at his watch, and said anxiously, "Show me, is it serious? Is it a fracture?"

"Where did you hit?" Cheng Boyan squatted in front of this person and asked.

The person sitting on the chair kept his head down, and Cheng Boyan finally raised his head after he asked a question.

To be honest, there are often people who come to the emergency department, some with real fractures, some with old fractures of more than three weeks, and some who slipped away when they heard that they were going to be filmed. The formation is similar to this one.

Cheng Boyan temporarily set his personality for this group of people, especially the one who was bumped into. Cheng Boyan didn't like him when he saw Moxigan's head for the first time. In addition, the leather boots with copper buckles and that I don't know if it's a seven-point or a nine-point pants... It's a cold day.

After the man raised his head, Cheng Boyan could see his face clearly. A small cartoon Band-Aid was pasted under the corner of his right eye. He looked younger than the crippled one. He was quite handsome, and his eyes matched his body shape. Confusion that doesn't match, revealing innocence and innocence.

"Left calf." The man pointed to his own leg, his voice was very calm, in stark contrast to his friend who kept yelling and making people's brains boil.

"Let me take a look first," Cheng Boyan motioned him to lift up his trouser legs, "Does it hurt?"

"It's an orthopedic doctor," the man said unhurriedly while pulling his trouser legs, "Have you ever encountered a god in the orthopedics department who was knocked into such a shape and didn't hurt?"

The words were quite aggressive, Cheng Boyan glanced at him, but said nothing.

The calf was already swollen, and it looked like a fresh injury, and the injury was not serious, and he might have to be hospitalized. Cheng Boyan stretched out his hand to make sure, but just as he touched the skin on the leg, the man slapped his hand away.

"Brother," he frowned, "it hurts."

Cheng Boyan stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then stood up: "What's your name? I need to take a picture."

"Zhan Hongtu," the man replied, and he smiled when he mentioned his name, "Zhan Hongtu of Dazhan Hongtu."

As soon as I heard that it was a broken bone and it was not serious, the people next to me shouted, and started yelling around the man again. The man looked at his watch and asked Cheng Boyan: "Doctor, how long will this be over?"

"More than an hour, depending on the extent of the fracture." Cheng Boyan took out his mobile phone and was going to call the radiology department to see if it could be done right away.

The yelling by the neighbors was really annoying, so he went to the corridor next to him to make a phone call.

After contacting the radiology department, when he returned to the emergency room, Cheng Boyan found that the surrounding area had become quite quiet, the man seemed to have left, and only the three young men were left in the chair.

One of them has a stack of money in his hand.

Did you give me money?

"Go and pay the fee, take a photo on the second floor, the elevator is over there," Cheng Boyan didn't ask further, and confessed, "After the examination, the doctor on duty will take care of you."

"Thank you, Doctor Cheng." The boy named Zhan Hongtu looked at him and said.

"Huh?" Cheng Boyan was stunned.

"Didn't the doctor in the emergency room just call you Xiao Cheng?"

"Oh, yes," Cheng Boyan said, "You're welcome."

Cheng Boyan was quite hungry when he got home, but he didn't really want to eat. When he thought of eating the meal he cooked, he felt a little sad and indignant, and he lost his appetite.

He changed his clothes, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes, wondering if he should order a takeaway.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the semi-crazy calls of two pairs of budgerigars hanging on the balcony in the opposite building.

"Hey..." He sighed and pinched the space between his brows.

The distance between the buildings was too close, hearing the hoarse quarrel-like voice of the vegetable market, Cheng Boyan opened his eyes helplessly, frowned and calmed down, then closed his eyes again, tried to control his emotions and took a few deep breaths back and forth. He suppressed the urge to open the window and use the slingshot to knock out the caged bird opposite.

These two pairs of parrots were brought back last month. Because they are both blue, they look better than the yellow and green ones that we usually see. Cheng Boyan looked at them at the window with interest for a while, and silently raised them. Names, Big Blue, Second Blue, Three Blue and Four Blue.

Now that I think about it, I was so naive, I just want to call them Dapo, Erpo, Sanpo and Sipo.

Finally he went inside and turned on the treadmill, put his earphones on his head, turned up the music, and started running.

Forget it, don't eat.

"Go back?" Mantou supported Xiangxi, stood on the side of the street and looked back and forth, trying to find someone.

"Yeah." Xiang Xi frowned.

"I've touched a few times today, this one was bleeding heavily, why don't you treat it," Mantou looked down at his leg, "Don't delay it for a long time, like me..."

"Heap the coals on you." Xiang Xi looked at him.

"Huh?" Mantou was stunned.

"Such a crow's mouth," Xiang Xi jumped on the spot, "I'm lucky tonight, we'll have another round tomorrow, or Uncle Ping can't let me go."

Mantou didn't speak, and it took a long time before he sighed.

Xiang Xi had never done Pengci's job before, but Mantou had a lot of fun in the past. He was a disabled person, fell to the ground, kicked his lame leg and yelled.

Xiang Xi has always looked down on this kind of thing, and this time, Uncle Ping was forced to have no choice, otherwise he wouldn't have tossed about with the two "partners" who were usually uncomfortable watching it for two days. Dispel Uncle Ping's anger, otherwise he won't be able to survive this year.

"Hey, just now I was afraid of what the doctor would say. We are so injured and disabled that we can't even run if people find out." Mantou said.

"Afraid of farts." Xiang Xi pulled his collar, Cheng Boyan.

Mantou turned his head and saw a Sanjuzi coming out of the alley across the street, and immediately yelled, "Hey! Dude! Come here!"

San Bengzi slowed down, then sped up and ran away.

"Fuck! What kind of service attitude!" Mantou was very upset.

"Are you in a hurry?" Xiang Xi looked at him and asked while leaning against a tree beside him.

"Aren't you going back? You're so cold. I just said to take a taxi with them, but you don't want to." Mantou sighed.

"Why are you in a hurry to go back?" Xiang Xi looked up at the sky, it seemed that there were tiny snowflakes falling down, "You are still in a hurry these days, hurry forward, what's ahead?"

"Huh?" Mantou couldn't understand what he was saying.

"The first two sets are waiting for you." Xiang Xi laughed.

"Damn!" Mantou yelled in displeasure.