The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi was puzzled, and gave him a strange look: "Thank you, thank you for letting you write a [-]-word inspection?"

Shen Fang: "."

Forget it.

He knew that Shen Qingchi would not cooperate with him.

A cat is such a magical creature, it will never obey the idea of ​​​​the shit shovel officer. When you want to touch it, it just wants to play with you, and when you want to play with it, it just wants to sleep. In short, it is impossible to let you Good luck.

He resolutely stopped talking and concentrated on eating.

In the evening, under the supervision of Shen Qingchi, he took the medicine once, and then he really sat in front of the desk, thinking about the examination.

When Shen Qingchi came out of the shower and saw that he was really writing a self-criticism, he couldn't help being a little surprised. He thought Shen Fang was just perfunctory him, but he didn't expect to be serious.

He was willing to write, and of course Shen Qingchi would not stop him, lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone while waiting for the acceptance results.

After a long time, he heard the sound of Shen Fang yawning. Someone seemed to be tired of writing: "Speaking of which, you didn't seem to ask me to write by hand. Isn't it faster to type on a computer?"

Shen Qingchi looked up at him: "Who did you see write the review with a computer?"

"Don't you show consideration for me, a semi-disabled person?" Shen Fang glanced at the written self-criticism, and didn't know if it was enough for [-] words, anyway, he didn't plan to count them one by one, "That's it, you see Ok?"

"Written?" Shen Qingchi got off the bed, picked up the review, and found that the [-]... maybe less than [-] words were all written with his left hand. Maybe in order to save time, he wrote in a row, but it was surprising. Every word can be understood.

He looked at the review, then at Shen Fang, and suddenly turned and left the room.

Shen Fang: "?"

What does this mean, is it qualified or not?

Mr. Shen Fang, who was over [-] years old, felt a little uneasy in his heart, waiting for Shen Qingchi to comment on his review like a student waiting for the teacher's inspection.

After a while, Shen Qingchi came back, this time he had another page besides the self-criticism.

It was the "will" left to him by Shen Fang before.

He put the will and the self-criticism together, and found that they were both written by Shen Fang, but he could see the obvious difference. The self-criticism was written with the left hand, while the will was written with the right hand.

There is almost no similarity between the two handwritings, and he believed that they were both written by two people.

He looked at Shen Fang: "Uncle, if you do handwriting identification, you will definitely get incredible results, right?"

Shen Fang was startled, then smiled.

Shen Qingchi studied the handwriting on the review carefully again, and felt that a right-handed person can practice left-handed writing to such an extent that it cannot be achieved overnight, so he couldn't help asking: "How many years have you practiced this handwriting? "

"Probably... three or four years," Shen Fang raised his eyebrows lightly, "Why, are you so curious about my calligraphy? If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Why do I practice left-handed writing when I have nothing to do?" Shen Qingchi was not very interested, "I just think it looks pretty - since you can write with both hands, which hand do you usually sign with?"

"You don't need either hand," Shen Fang said, "use the seal."

Shen Qingchi: "..."

"As you said, I can write two kinds of handwriting. It will be very troublesome to do handwriting identification. The left hand writing is too obvious. I don't want to be so 'recognizable'. If I use my right hand, if I can't use my right hand someday I can't even prove that I wrote this word myself? Therefore, a seal and fingerprints are the most secure."

What did Shen Qingchi realize: "In other words, you seldom write with your left hand in front of others?"

"This is the first time." The smile on Shen Fang's lips deepened, "I take the review you want so seriously, can you give me a passing grade?"

After being reminded by him, Shen Qingchi's focus finally shifted from handwriting to the content of the review itself: "Then I have to read it before I talk about it."

He held the self-criticism and studied it carefully for 5 minutes, and felt that the attitude of admitting his mistakes was sincere, that is... How do you think it's so... so... so...

He thought for a long time, trying to figure out where this sense of disobedience came from, and finally he understood—isn't this exactly the same as the way he spoke at the press conference that day!

This is extremely formal, official, and there is no trace of loopholes in the rhetoric.

"...Uncle," Shen Qingchi couldn't say a word, "Is there a possibility that I asked you to write the review just for fun, and didn't ask you to show the tone of attending an international conference?"

"Huh?" Shen Fang showed a surprised expression, "So in your opinion, writing a self-criticism is fun?"

"Don't pretend," Shen Qingchi stretched out his hand to pinch his face, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? To revenge me for asking you to write a [-]-word self-criticism?"

"Easy, light, it hurts," Shen Fang quickly held his hand, "If your request is within a thousand words, I can consider it a hobby, but if you ask for three thousand words...then I can only use written in this style.”

Shen Qingchi snorted softly, folded up the review and put it away: "Forget it, I can barely give you a passing grade. I hope that you can do what you say."

Hearing that he was qualified, Shen Fang also breathed a sigh of relief, this "teacher" is quite strict.As if he was afraid that the other party would regret it, he stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Don't catch a cold," Shen Qingchi hurriedly said, "Take a bath again as soon as the fever subsides, are you too confident in your physical condition?"

"... You didn't let me take a bath after staying in the hospital for so long, and you finally went home, so you still care about me?" Shen Fang was helpless.

Shen Qingchi: "Who hurt you? Besides, you only lived for five days after waking up. How did you get 'so long'?"

"I can't say no to you," Shen Fang gave up arguing with him, "I'll come out as soon as possible."

Shen Qingchi thought in his heart that he was not the one who suffered from a cold and a fever anyway, a certain person did not shed tears when he saw the coffin, he knew that he had a fever yesterday and even dared to drink, even at his age, he was still able to do so.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, and soon, it was mixed with Shen Fang's coughing.

The taste of breathing water vapor must be uncomfortable, Shen Qingchi heard it in his ears, but he didn't intend to care about him, who asked someone to ask for it.

I don't know if it was because of the cough that disrupted the rhythm. Shen Fang said to "go for a while", but he came out after more than ten minutes. When he came out, he still coughed non-stop. I take my clothes."

Shen Qingchi was stunned: "You don't even take your clothes when you take a shower?"

"Forgot," Shen Fang panted slightly, "Help me quickly."

Shen Qingchi had no choice but to go to the closet to get clothes for him, and when he came back, he saw that Shen Fang had already sat down beside the bed wrapped in a bath towel, he seemed very tired, coughing non-stop while covering his mouth.

Shen Qingchi glanced at him, thinking that uncle seems to be wearing nothing now...

The discomfort in his lungs made it difficult for Shen Fang to breathe. The indescribable feeling of suffocation followed him everywhere, and there were tingling pains in his chest, which made him have to take a big breath in order to absorb enough oxygen.

Shen Qingchi patted him on the back: "I told you not to take a bath."

He took a towel to help the other party wipe his body, and said, "Put it on quickly."

With his help, Shen Fang changed his clothes, and immediately fell back on the bed, thinking that he didn't feel so uncomfortable when he took a shower yesterday, could it be because alcohol paralyzed his nerves.

After much tossing, he was extremely exhausted, he said to Shen Qingchi "I'm tired and I want to rest", and then fell asleep on the spot.

Shen Qingchi was speechless for a while.

His hair hasn't been dried yet, is he trying to catch a cold or not?

He took a hair dryer and blew it on someone's head, but Shen Fang didn't wake up, but frowned uncomfortably, trying to turn his face away.

Shen Qingchi inserted his fingers into his hair, and gently smoothed out his hair. Due to being hospitalized, Shen Fang hadn't cut his hair for a long time. It was a little long, and when it fell on his forehead, it could cover the scar on the brow bone. Live some.

He ran his fingertips lightly across the scar, and touched the corner of his eye along the direction of the scar. I don't know if it was his illusion. Ever since someone woke up from a serious injury, he loves to smile more than before, and the end of his eyes are always hooked. with.

I really don't understand how he can still laugh.

Shen Qingchi looked away unhappy, and went to do his homework.

Considering that someone is still recovering and needs balanced nutrition, the kind-hearted Xiao Shen still couldn't bear to feed him pork liver every day.

After the press conference, the Shen Group became quiet. Shen Fang would answer the phone from time to time, hold a video conference or something, and rest at home at other times.

It took a long time to recuperate after suffering severe injuries. He rested at home for several days. This afternoon, he received a call from the police.

When he hung up the phone, an unclear smile appeared on his lips, and Shen Qingchi hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"It seems that I won the bet," Shen Fang looked up, "The police just told me that someone came forward, saying that he was coerced by Shen Jing and tampered with Shen's racing car. Now the police are going to reopen the case , I need to go over and make a record."

Shen Qingchi was a little surprised, but also a little surprised.

There really was such a person, and he really surrendered himself.

"However, it's not enough to rely on his words alone. If he can't produce effective physical evidence, the police still have no way to convict Shen Jing." He said.

"I know." Shen Fang's expression was very calm, "Even if it is true as you said, you don't have to worry about me being disappointed because of it. When I made the plan, I had already thought of all the possibilities. It’s a bamboo basket to fetch water, you have to try it before you know.”

Hearing what he said, Shen Qingchi felt relieved, thought for a while and said: "Can I go with you?"

"Let's go."

Shen Qingchi went to change clothes, this time he decided not to imitate the original owner's clothing style, but to be himself.

Shen Fang saw that he put on the very trendy jacket he bought for him before, maybe because of the cold weather, he didn't wear the T-shirt with exaggerated patterns inside, and changed to another long-sleeved one, so he put " "Wildness" restrained a bit.

He looked at the other party for a while: "So what you said is different from 'Shen Qingchi', is that what you mean?"

"Of course this is only a small part." Shen Qingchi stepped forward and took his arm, "Also, declare your right of belonging in front of outsiders—like this."

He tightened his arms tightly: "Even if I meet a reporter on the way, I will not let go."

Shen Fang looked down at him holding his hand, suddenly laughed, took his hand lightly, kissed the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm so happy."