Three months of acquaintance with Mr.

Another person came to the ward, and she came to take care of Mr. He.

It should be the nurse invited by the lady.

The nurses will chat with Mr. He, but Mr. He just responds from time to time.

Mr. He spends most of his time in meditation.Sometimes I would ask the nurse for a piece of paper and a pencil, and write and draw quietly by myself.

I don't know what Mr. He is doing.Is this what their successful people call a commercial secret?I couldn't agree with those things, but I clearly saw my nickname "A Jin" again on the white paper.

This title is very strange to an adult male, even Mr. He once called me that.

But I seem to see something from the nurse's performance.

She may think that Mr. He has some mental problems.

Mr. He put the pile of papers on the bed and fell asleep with him.

When the nurses want to clean up the pile of junk, they will be rejected and resisted by Mr. He.Fortunately, Mr. He didn't do anything drastic, which made it difficult for her to deal with customers.

Faced with a "crazy" nurse like Mr. He, he has no choice but to let him do what he wants.

After many days, Mr. He was discharged from the hospital with the rags.Before leaving the hospital, Mr. He politely asked the nurse for a handbag.

The nurse once chatted with other people about Mr. He.

"What a handsome and elegant person. I don't know what happened to him. It's a pity to become what he is now."

I can't remember the reaction of the people who were chatting with the nurse at that time.But it should be possible to guess.

It's just a guess as to why Mr. He became like this, or even a perfunctory sympathy.

I didn't realize that Mr. He was a lunatic.

Mr. He first went home to put away his bag of things, and then took a taxi and went straight to the vegetable market.

Fortunately, Mr. He still knows to be responsible for the safety of himself and others.Judging from Mr. He's current situation, he is not suitable for driving by himself.

I rarely come here as I don't cook after all.

Mr. He chooses carefully, I probably don't have the patience.

Mr. He went home after buying vegetables and made a Coca-Cola Chicken Wing.

Mr. He's first lecture went well, but I think it has something to do with his face.

Not to mention, anyway, everyone should know better than me.

Mr. He and I have often made appointments in the library recently, where he helped me revise my thesis.

I believe that when I was a student, everyone was afraid of the teacher's face-to-face criticism, but as a college student, I still experienced things that I shouldn't have to bear.

However, I have to say that Mr. He's opinions are indeed very valuable.

But would a teaching assistant be so serious?

At five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Mr. He sent me a message.

"I heard from my friends that the night market is very fun, and I hinted at it crazily."

Sorry, Mr. He, I...

Before I could refuse, Mr. He replied to me first.

"The grace of the thesis should be repaid by the spring."

"Mr. He, let's go together sometime."

"I'll go to your house to find you?"

"Now?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

Mr. He didn't drive, we walked to the night market near the central square.

"Isn't it very lively?"

"Ah."

"Young people should be like me, go out more often, and don't stay at home all the time."

Mr. He's awareness of earning money and marrying a wife suddenly disappeared strangely.

"You wait here for me."

"Okay, Mr. He."

I watched Mr. He's back as he left.

"Here you are." Mr. He stuffed the bamboo stick holding the marshmallow into my hand.

"Give it to me?" I think Mr. He may have misunderstood me, do I seem to like this kind of thing?

I quietly looked at the cotton candy in the shape of a pink rabbit in my hand.

I swear I never touched this kind of thing growing up.

Mr. He tore off a piece and stuffed it into my mouth when I wasn't paying attention.

"Hmm." It's pretty sweet, but it doesn't seem to have any flavor other than sweetness.

I didn't expect Mr. He to be so girlish.Thinking of Mr. He queuing up to buy cotton candy among a group of mothers just now, I find it funny.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," cried a little girl near me.

"Tutu, Mom, Tutu is dead. Huh huh."

It wasn't until her mother couldn't coax her well and took her away forcibly that I realized what she was talking about.

"Mr. He, do you know how terrible things you did until just now?" I laughed so hard that I couldn't even speak.

I didn't expect to be so stupid these days... Cough cough cough, such a cute and innocent kid.

Mr. He tore off another piece of marshmallow and put it in his mouth.

What is it called?secondary injury?I looked at the rabbit with both ears torn off.

"It's symmetrical now."

"Can you still think of him as a cat without a tail?"

"That's not necessary, after all, I have one beside me."

cat?I looked around and couldn't find any pets.

"Come on, let's go ahead and have a look." I was pulled away by Mr. He.

I really don't understand why Mr. He always buys these children's things for me.

Marshmallows, windmills, balloons, light sticks...

However, this seems to be someone's promise to himself.

It's been so long, I can't remember.There is no need to mention those old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

"Mr. He, don't buy any more. I can't hold it anymore." I really can't stand the eyes of people around me.

"Sell flowers, sell flowers."

"Grandma, how do you sell these flowers?"

"Five yuan a bunch. I picked them up in the morning and made them up. They will last a long time."

"Here's the money, and I'll get a bunch."

"Wait, let me choose. I'll choose a good bunch."

"Don't you want to buy a bunch for your friend? At worst, I'll give you a cheaper price. How about two skewers for eight yuan?"

"No, thank you." There is no one who buys flowers for himself.

Mr. He pulled me away.

"Hold out your hand." Mr. He grabbed my hand.

"Don't move, I'll take it for you."

"I don't! Why am I a big man with such a thing?"

"Sell flowers in this life, and be beautiful in the next life."

"It's all rumored on the Internet. I didn't expect Mr. He to believe in such things."

"You can't buy it for 5 yuan and suffer a loss, and you can't buy it for 5 yuan and you can't be fooled."

"..." You said it right.

"I can buy it for peace of mind for 5 yuan."

"Then why do I have to be pretty? It's all about girls."

"If you buy flowers in this life, you will be healthy in the next life."

"How can this change?"

"Why can't this be changed? Anyway, it's all nonsense on the Internet."

"Then let's go back. Just now, the grandma said two for 8 yuan, and I'll buy one for you too. At worst, we'll be beautiful sisters together."

"I do not!"

"You are sexist. As a university teaching assistant, you have to actively raise your ideological awareness."

"Let's go." I pushed Mr. He back.

The grandma who sold flowers just now is gone.I searched around and still didn't give up, so I stopped a passerby.

"Hi, may I ask if you saw the grandma who just set up a flower stall here?"

"You're talking about that old woman. She just left. She seems to have seen the city management. You know, the city management doesn't allow street stalls anywhere."

"okay, thank you."

"Mr. He, what a pity. You won't be beautiful in your next life."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy in the next life. Let's go." Mr. He took my hand.

"Mr. He, do you know what kind of flower this is? It's really fragrant, smell it." I put my hand in front of Mr. He.

"Maybe it's wild flowers on the mountain, I don't know."

"Wildflowers, wildflowers are also very good."

"Yes, Ah Jin is fine too."

"Mr. He, what are you talking about? Mu Jin is also very good? I'm talking about wild flowers, not hibiscus. But I haven't seen Mu Jin flowers yet!" We didn't know where we went, and there were speakers all around us.

Mr. He covered my ears and led me forward.

Finally came out.Aunts are really...but I forgot to keep asking Mr. He.

"Come on, do you see that bridge?"

"Bridge? What's wrong with the bridge?" It's a very ordinary bridge, except that there is a light at a certain distance on the top, and there is no water below.

"Go, let's go up."

"Go up? What are you doing on the bridge?"

"I don't know, let's talk about it later."

It may be because of the holiday, there are many people on the bridge.

Teacher He and I held hands to prevent getting separated.

"Look, Mr. He, it's a Kongming lantern."

"I see, someone is making a wish. Maybe we can."

"……OK."

"Let's go buy a lamp together."

"Okay, okay." Come on, just do all the clichéd things.

Mr. He and I wrote words on the wishing paper.Mr. He didn't let me see what he wrote.But Mr. He didn't know what I wrote on the wishing paper.

"I hope that Mr. He will always be healthy and beautiful in this life." I thought of something and crossed out the two words above.

"I hope that Mr. He will always be healthy and handsome in this life."

Unfortunately, Mr. He's lamp with seven characters written on it fell slowly before it rose much, and burned out slowly on the ground.

"Song Yijin, live a long life."

Mr. He has been out of hospital for several days.Mr. He's house has never had any visitors, including the lady.

"Ding dong." The doorbell of Mr. He's house rang.

"Lao He, we are here to see you. Open the door quickly."

Mr. He got up and went to open the door.

"The matter you asked me to investigate when you were hospitalized has the result, let's go in and talk about it first."

I saw a gleam of light in Mr. He's eyes.

Mr. He was eating, and the dishes on the table were hardly touched.

Mr. He went to the kitchen to get two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

The three sat down and looked at each other.

"Brother, just say it directly. I can bear it."

The man put down his chopsticks.He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Mr. He.

Mr. He took it, turned around and went to the bedroom.

"Nothing will happen. You go and see."

"I know Lao He's character. Don't worry, wife."

I heard the sound of things being thrown from the bedroom, mixed with undisguised cries and shouts.

Neither of the couple got up to stop them, they just smacked some unknown dishes into their mouths indiscriminately.

By the way, that unknown dish is called spicy chicken.I watched Mr. He make it with my own eyes, without adding chili.

Also, I've seen both of those couples.The man is the one who asked me to help pick up the ball.As for the other...

She is that lady.

In other words, if I didn't escape that night, then we should be together.