solo traveler

Zhao Lintao later stayed in his own clinic and became a doctor seriously.

Of course, in addition to helping people see a doctor, he still has time to go out for a walk every day, so he inevitably learned about some problems of the situation.It's just that he is a returnee intellectual, no matter how thoughtful he is, he can't see a doctor and prescribe medicine every day, and walk on his own established life trajectory.

Guan He can roughly see from his daily life that this person loves his job very much, even if the daily workload is heavy, even if every day is hard, he enjoys it.Guan He thought about himself. As a doctor, apart from work every day, he is worried about his hairline shifting. He spends occasional holidays at home to recuperate and enjoy the opportunity to sleep back in the cage after being woken up by the biological clock in the morning.Guan He thought about it for a while, and felt that at most he could still have fun while suffering.

However, from Zhao Lintao's ordinary daily life, Guan He still sensed his worry about the current situation.Although Guan He hasn't touched history since the sophomore exam, he still knows this kind of historical knowledge that can be known by just anyone on the street.Now that he is in such a time-traveling state, although he can't change anything, he is more or less clear-headed.At this time, it was the 26th year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1937. On July [-] of this year, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident occurred.

Although there are always some unsatisfactory things in life, life is not just passing by.Such days are normal and monotonous, Guan He is like watching a life drama without twists and turns, and without popcorn for entertainment.

If there is no later incident, then he is really bored watching how other people live their ordinary lives.Soon he was no longer bored.

There are many small families in this area, but there is also a family named Zhang, which can be regarded as a big family.It is said that my grandparents were in business. In the past few years, I followed others to go to sea to do business, made money, and almost built a house into a street.The Zhang family was prosperous, so they managed a street in an orderly manner.Although the current economy is not very prosperous, Zhang's family has a solid foundation, and they are still living a prosperous life.

However, the cold winter wind swept away, and the master of the Zhang family was still swept out of the mundane world.

No matter how tough an old man was when he was young, his body will not be able to withstand the toss when he is 90 years old.Frightened and surviving winter after winter, this year's winter came early, the old man was unprepared and caught a cold by the wind, so he couldn't get sick, and died after a few days.The filial sons of the Zhang family will respectfully send the master away, and the battle will be earth-shattering. The funeral will almost alarm the people in the whole city. The despondency suppressed by that oppressive life.

As a well-known dancing master nearby, Xu Yang was envious of the Zhang family's wealth and power, so he couldn't refuse, and was invited to do something.

Although Zhao Lintao's family's medical clinic was unable to recover in the end, he had no credit or hard work, and he was invited to watch the mourning and mourning.

So, things started to get interesting from here.

Zhao Lintao sat with his uncle in the mourning hall decorated by Zhang's family with fluttering white damasks, wearing a black gown, listening to the filial sons in the hall who had started to cry to death, and was so bored that he wanted to get out to get some fresh air.

Then, Zhao Lintao, who had been away for a long time, watched the invited magic stick pretending to be a ghost according to the routine with a lack of interest.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

He saw that the blurred white soul floating on the coffin board had become whiter and purer under the exaggerated and disorderly movements of the man.Zhao Lintao almost felt that his eyes were dazzled after watching for a long time, and he looked in shock at the person who was actually not very skilled in the business of dancing masters.So he saw the depreciated flywheel in the man's hand flicked by him, with a faint golden light, so faint that it was almost invisible, and it fainted round and round, and the soul slowly washed away the dirt and became more and more beautiful. hair transparent.

Probably the uncle noticed that his nephew had a strange expression, staring at the top of the coffin, and then at the magic stick for a while, finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he patted Zhao Lintao on the back: "What are you staring at? He was caught by a ghost ?”

Zhao Lintao was taken aback and responded vaguely.And under his lens, a pair of eyes suddenly brightened.His eyes usually only appear when he is very curious about something, the last time it almost happened when he was a student.

As Guan He expected, Zhao Lintao went to find Xu Yang very quickly, he was full of curiosity and wanted to vent.So when he got home, he couldn't sit still for almost anything, and after a while, he ran to the door to check to see if anyone was in the fortune teller's stall.

I have to say that Zhao Lintao was very lucky. He probed after dinner and was pleasantly surprised to find the target.And Xu Yang didn't come to set up a stall, but stopped by the noodle restaurant opposite to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Therefore, when Xu Yang was dragged away by this half-baked young man and refused to let him go, Guan He could almost feel his resentment turning into reality.But Zhao Lintao seemed to be blind, and automatically blocked Xu Yang's thousands of emotions.

Maybe it was the light in his eyes.

"Sir, I saw... I saw your, what, oh yes, Fuchen, glowing, and then the soul of the master of the Zhang family became pure, you really know... spells, right? "Zhao Lintao opened his mouth, grabbed other people's sleeves, and made a loud noise in front of the noodle shop, successfully attracting the eyes of passers-by as if they were mentally ill.

Xu Yang probably scolded his mother in his heart, and began to try his best to reason with the excited incoherent child: "What are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about? You must be dazzled. There is something wrong with your eyes. Go to the other side. Go to the medical center." Zhizhi, maybe there is a rescue... Hey, let go, don't drag me!"

"No, my eyes are fine. I live across the street. You gave me a peace talisman when I was a child. I saw it. Don't pretend..."

Zhao Lintao finally revealed some irony from Xu Yang's mentally retarded eyes, and automatically silenced himself.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while, Zhao Lintao tugged on the sleeve of the fortune teller's long coat, which seemed a bit like a little daughter-in-law making trouble for no reason.

"I'll just eat some noodles, kid, please help me." Xu Yang almost laughed angrily at him.

Zhao Lintao let go of his hand belatedly, and immediately followed the man's footsteps.

The person in front muttered as he walked, "I'm going to tear my sleeves off. Why are young people these days so impatient..."

Guan He felt that this person, sometimes being happy without face, could solve many difficult problems.

Zhao Lintao sat down with him, looked at Xu Yang helplessly, waited for others to order noodles, wanted to talk but was afraid of repeating the embarrassment just now, so he continued to look at him helplessly.

Xu Yang couldn't take it anymore, and with the effort just now, he actually remembered that there was such a poor kid next door to him, he had played at his stall a few times, and got acquainted with him, Xu Yang thought not very emotionally: They've grown so big.

So he spoke.