A little sweet text

"Old... Hello, teacher."

Cheng Luo laughed so hard that the phone almost dropped on the ground.

Cheng Xinran put the phone on the table, flipped through the exercise book, "Goodbye, teacher! I have to do my homework!"

Jing Zhuo didn't move, just looked at her expressionlessly.

Cheng Xinran was covered in cold sweat, and quickly turned off the video call.

Putting down the phone, taking a deep breath, she began to make up geography homework reluctantly, and it was estimated that the old class would not let her go when she came back.

After writing for a while, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why is Lao Ban in the same dormitory with brother this late at night?

Cheng Luo looked at Jing Zhuo, still smiling, and the pink cat ear filter was automatically put on his eyes.

The picture is somewhat astringent.

"Why is Cheng Xinran so afraid of you?" He laughed and walked to Jing Zhuo's side, "Leave the former teacher in charge, she should talk about it."

Jing Zhuo was not really angry, Cheng Xinran's virtue has been taught to him too many times: "Go back and ask me what those two horror movies are."

Cheng Luo couldn't understand the joy of watching horror movies: "What's so good about horror movies?"

"Ask your sister." Jing Zhuo said.

"She said she was looking for excitement." Cheng Luo still couldn't understand.

"Yes." Jing Zhuo said, "To scratch the itch of a numb life."

"There are many kinds of stimulation methods, such as bungee jumping, skydiving, naked | running, touching the cat's fur..."

"Stop." Jing Zhuo interrupted him, "You have a generation gap with me and Cheng Xinran."

"What year are you from?" Cheng Luo asked.

Jing Zhuo did the math: "It's almost 26."

"Yo." Cheng Luo pondered for a while, "There really is a three-year generation gap."

"Watch your old man's earthy video." Jing Zhuo put his phone on the table, and randomly searched for a movie he hadn't seen.

"Don't bully people." Cheng Luo was a little skeptical about this four-year-old gap, "I'm still in the second place."

Jing Zhuo didn't say anything, and started yawning while watching the horror movie.

Cheng Luo leaned over to take a look.

The title is weird enough, the plastic doll creaks, the whites of the eyes are more than the cores of the eyes, and the uncanny valley effect is full.

The pages of the old book in the background are turned, and the picture is enlarged a little bit.

Jing Zhuo glanced at Cheng Luo, and reminded him out of sympathy: "Close your eyes."

Cheng Luo didn't believe in evil, and concentrated on looking at the screen. The next second, a doll's head popped up, and he held back so he didn't shout out.

I really don't understand the meaning of tossing my nerves and heart like this.

Cheng Luo sat back on the bed silently and turned on the earthy video.

The two got along quite happily tonight, mainly because they were doing their own things with their mobile phones without interfering with each other.

This kind of harmony on the surface is actually awkward everywhere until the end of the study.

After being reluctantly sent to the car by Lu Haoyang, Jing Zhuo was relieved.

The school had a backlog of things that hadn't been dealt with, and it took a week to get back to normal.

When the No. [-] Middle School stabilized, it was indeed more leisurely than the experiment. After all, No. [-] No. [-] Middle School did not have to compete with No. [-] Middle School for the first place in the market, and the Buddhist department was very good.

Unknowingly, he spent almost a month here, and the old lady was still resolutely avoiding him, refusing to answer the phone calls, and couldn't find anyone when she went to the hospital.

Take one step at a time, and he won't waste time here if he can't be filial.After waiting another week, the old lady still insisted on going back to the city without his care.

For the rest of the week, I can make do with everything else, but the house I live in now is really unbearable.

The grandson upstairs cracked the heating pipe again.

The ceiling was stained and mildew soon formed.

Every day when I go home, I can smell a faint musty smell in the house, which ruins the good mood of the community animals after get off work.

A broken No. [-] middle school, the nearby school district is very full, and the houses a little further away are not reliable, they are all old buildings, and the standard is comparable to that here.

After browsing the same city software for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable one. When Jing Zhuo went downstairs to buy something, he thought of Tian Wenlong.

"Shanzi!" Tian Wenlong put down his live streaming business behind the counter and called him affectionately, "Why haven't I seen you these two days?"

"Back to Japan." Jing Zhuo said.

"Wow." Tian Wenlong looked at him with great interest, "Brother Shanzi, let me listen to some Japanese."

"Is there a desiccant?" Jing Zhuo asked.

Tian Shilong was stunned, and carefully repeated his words with a different accent and tone: "yukantsuochima?"

It still smells like that.

Jing Zhuo held the shopping basket and looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Tian Shilong asked cautiously again.

Jing Zhuo took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Yes, desiccant, is it?"

Tian Shilong failed to comprehend his split, and still looked at him eagerly.

"Desiccant." Jing Zhuo gestured a square in the air with his hand, "The kind that dehumidifies and prevents moisture, desiccant."

"Oh! Oh!" Tian Shilong clapped his hands suddenly, and came out from behind the counter to help him find it. "I found that the pronunciation of this Japanese word is very similar to our Chinese!"

"Shilong." Jing Zhuo watched him rummage through the shelves pouted, "Is that eye on your forehead a mentally retarded converter that absorbs your IQ?"

"Huh? No." Tian Shilong explained, "This is called the sky eye, which allows me to see clearly the good and evil of people in society."

"...Awesome."

"Is there any reliable housing near No. [-] Middle School?" Jing Zhuo asked him after shopping and checking out.

"Let me ask." Tian Shilong opened his brother group and sent a voice message, "Brothers, brothers, is there any reliable housing near No. [-] Middle School? Is there any reliable house near No. [-] Middle School?"

The effect was beyond Jing Zhuo's expectation, and it was quite responsive, but it was just a "no" reply in a single voice, with accents ranging from Cantonese to Northeast.

"Brother, if you don't have a place to live, I have a small second floor in the village in the city." Tian Shilong said.

Jing Zhuo declined, a little surprised: "You have quite a lot of real estate."

Tian Shilong touched the lid of the pot embarrassingly: "Live broadcasting can make a lot of money, and it's fun to play by yourself."

I have my own shop, I don’t have to worry about expenses, I can do what I want, and I have a lot of friends, which is really enviable.

"Very good." Jing Zhuo said.

Coming out of the convenience store, he suddenly had the illusion of no fixed place.

He feels very insecure. Everyone has their own way of life and plans, but he lives day by day, and "making do with it" has become the norm in his life.

Live too rough.

After the matter of the old lady is over, go back to the city to live a refined life, and feel the down-to-earth feeling of being on the ground.

Finally, he was able to rest for two days on the weekend. After dinner in the evening, he took a walk and had nothing to do. He called the old lady again without hope, and he got through for the first time.

But the attitude of the old lady is still the same: "I don't care about you, don't waste time here to impress yourself."

Jing Zhuo made her laugh angrily, and squatted on the side of the square to watch the two teddy bears exchanging words: "It's time to go back, I'll go back early, don't be stubborn, follow me back to the city hospital, the county hospital won't work."

"Who said the county hospital can't do it!" The old lady's voice immediately rose, "You are denying my entire career and the value of my life!"

Before retiring, the old lady was the head of the orthopedics department of the county hospital. She has been working hard for decades and is well-known here.

"Stop dragging your words." Jing Zhuo had nothing to talk to her, neither of them could listen to the other, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't come!" The old lady was in a hurry, and the handset mode shouted out the effect of hands-free, "I'm home, not in the hospital!"

The old lady is often impatient, but usually she is only indifferent and disgusted, and rarely loses her temper at him like this, Jing Zhuo feels strange.

On Monday night, he went straight to the hospital without saying hello, and saw the old lady behind a half-closed ward door in the inpatient department.

The ward was a single room, and the thin old lady was lying on the bed, her hair, which was regularly dyed black, was carefully combed without any silver strands.

He was admitted to gastroenterology despite having hepatitis, Jing Zhuo picked up her medical records to read, but was dragged away.

The beeper rang, and the nurse who came in was an elderly person who knew the old lady: "Chief Huang."

"Get him out." Huang Xiumao let go of the pager button and pointed at Jing Zhuo.

The nurse thought she was looking for trouble, and stared at Jing Zhuo: "Only friends and family members can visit the doctor, please go out."

"...I am her grandson." Jing Zhuo sighed, "It's almost done."

"Are you my grandson? You never called me grandma." Huang Xiumao sneered.

The nurse figured out what was going on, picked up the medical records and went out quietly, closing the door behind her.

The ward became quiet, Jing Zhuo dragged a small stool and sat down beside the bed: "Grandma."

The old lady almost raised her eyebrows into her hair.

"Don't be stubborn, go to the city hospital, I can take care of you too, now is not the time to talk about feelings." Jing Zhuo stared at her face, suddenly it had been more than a year since he had seen her, the old lady's face was sickly and sallow.

Huang Xiumao's astonishment was fleeting, and he turned his head away: "People move a living tree and move it to death. When a person is old, he is like a tree. If he moves his nest, it will disappear."

"I have lived here for more than 70 years. Your grandfather and father are here, and my roots are here. I have to stay with them."

Jing Zhuo didn't say a word, he had never seen his father, and he didn't have any impression of his father, but every year when he accompanied the old lady to sweep the grave, he could touch two graves.

Huang Xiumao sent Jing Zhuo to school in the city, but he had hardly been to the city, and stubbornly stayed in the county seat.

He couldn't say words of comfort, so he stayed silent for a while with the old lady: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"At the end of the month." Huang Xiumao said, "It's just a case of hepatitis, it will be cured soon, and there is no need to accompany the bed."

The atmosphere is so rare that the ancestors are kind and the sun is filial, Jing Zhuo's tone softened: "You really don't want to go to the city hospital?"

"Hepatitis is different depending on where it is!" Huang Xiumao broke the atmosphere, "I know all the doctors here, and I am familiar with them here. How can the city hospital allow me to live another 50 years!"

"you……"

"Go back." Huang Xiumao pressed the beeper again, Sapo, without the demeanor of a former section chief, "Come here! Someone disturbed the patient's rest!"

The door opened quickly, Jing Zhuo followed the sound to look over, and froze on the spot.

"What's the matter, this is... yo."

The doctor who came in was also stunned, with one hand in his pocket and the other on the doorknob.

This splash of dog blood, one after another.

Jing Zhuo suspects that God has opened a dog slaughterhouse above his head.

"Xiao Cheng, sneak him out." Huang Xiumao commanded.

Cheng Luo looked at Huang Xiumao and then at Jing Zhuo: "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Jing Zhuo asked back, "Aren't you a surgeon?"