The drug store owner was a skinny middle-aged man. He was making calculations while dealing with Fu Yun impatiently: "Hey, girl, I've told you many times, but I haven't heard of it."
"Shopkeeper..." Fu Yun held a prescription in his hand, with his back to the door and his shoulders slumped, as if he was a little tired. Seeing that the shopkeeper didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, she had to give up and turned around to leave, but she met someone standing at the door. On the other side, the tall and tall Pan Zhuqing came to face him. "Brother Pan..."
Pan Zhuqing was speechless by her answer. He turned to look at her, and seemed to feel a sense of alienation that he had never felt before. Thinking back to when she turned to face him in the drug store just now, there was really no surprise at all. .
Thinking of this, Pan Zhuqing's lips curled up into a subtle smile. Did he finally know how to let it go? This little woman seemed to have more potential than him.
"Master Pan." He looked around and saw a person walking towards him. Although he was wearing a smart military attaché uniform, he could not hide the trace of innate youthfulness and shyness between his eyebrows. The man gave Pan Zhuqing a brief salute, and then Asked Fu Yundao: "Girl, where are we going next?"
Fu Yun responded calmly: "Let's go to the suburbs again."
"But……"
"What's wrong? Is General Xiao busy with something? If so, it would be the same for Yun'er to go by herself." Anyway, Zhao Changyuan had already given her the pass documents when she went out, so there was no obstacle for her to enter and leave the city gate. The coachman and bodyguard was Yin Liang. , there is no need to worry about personal safety.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jun's copper-colored face showed a faint glow: "Oh no. I have nothing important to do, but... the girl has been tired for a day, so she should eat something first." He spoke. At this time, his eyes were always looking at the green brick at Fu Yun's feet.
Only then did Fu Yun realize that it was already past dinner time. She herself felt a little hungry, not to mention the two young men, Xiao Juan and Yin Liang. She couldn't help but raise her lips and smile. "Okay, let's find a place to eat first. some."
"Okay." Xiao Juan still lowered his eyes. When Fu Yun walked towards the carriage, he silently followed her three steps behind.
After the two of them walked away, Pan Zhuqing murmured to himself, turned around and walked towards his carriage: "So that's how it is, very good."
After stepping onto the carriage, before he could sit firmly, Xue Jiu on the opposite side asked: "Young Master, isn't that kid just now Xiao Juan?"
"It's him, what's wrong?"
"Why are they getting together?" Xue Jiu's tone revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and disdain.
Pan Zhuqing curled his lips and smiled: "I want you to read more books, but your speaking skills are too poor."
Master Jiu snorted coldly: "I mean, isn't that boy greedy for Gong Yueyue?"
"Have you seen what he was thinking?" Pan Zhuqing casually placed the lacquered wood lunch box on his lap, drank the tea, and ate it neither salty nor bland.
"Why can't you tell? The way he looked at Miss Fu just now was the same as when he looked at Miss Gong. He was sneaky and unreasonable."
Pan Zhuqing raised his eyebrows slightly: "You like Fu Yun." He said this in an affirmative tone.
Xue Jiuyi slapped his thigh and denied disapprovingly: "How is this possible?"
Pan Zhuqing said nothing and continued to eat without any expression.
Xue Jiu wondered, with Master Pan's IQ, how could he hide it? I guess people have already seen it. "Master, how can you tell?" After all, Xue Jiu is middle-aged and doesn't have much love affairs. Tweak.
Pan Zhuqing finally raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and said with a half-smile: "Master Jiu, you don't know that your behavior just now looked very much like Zhao Changyuan."
After hearing this, Xue Jiu immediately became excited and proud: "Really? I feel that I have become much more handsome recently!"
Pan Zhuqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him again, and said in a calm tone: "You misunderstood, you have not become handsome, and Zhao Changyuan has not become ugly. What I mean is that your jealous looks are somewhat similar." Zhao Changyuan is also his love rival after all. ? If he were a passerby like Xue Jiu, he would gouge out Gong Yueyue’s eyes, okay?
Xue Jiu was so angry at being ridiculed by him that he mumbled a few words: "Uh... what you said, young master..." Isn't this just to increase others' ambition and destroy one's own prestige! Besides, he, Master Jiu, is twenty. When he was many years old, he was considered a good-looking young man full of energy. Is he so much worse than that white-faced guy with thin skin and tender flesh?
Pan Zhuqing held back her laughter, took a few bites of the food, and said seriously: "But I have to say, your jealousy is unreasonable and extremely boring."
"how do I say this?"
"Fu Yun has been lonely and helpless for so long, why did you go?" He, Pan Zhuqing, ignored her because he didn't like her. If he liked her, he would try his best to treat her well. He watched with cold eyes for a long time. If he had known better, Xue Jiu was interested in Fu Yun, but the person in question was mute, so he had to pretend to be deaf.
Xue Jiu was questioned like this, with an extremely unnatural expression on her face: "Hey, this is not because...because..."
Pan Zhuqing looked at him steadily, sighed softly at the end, and answered for him: "Because you feel that you are not worthy of others."
Xue Jiu smiled bitterly: "Oh, that's right. And... and I have a sense of belonging."
"Then you can't blame others for worrying about you." After saying that, Pan Zhuqing lowered his head again and started eating in silence.
After a long silence, the sound of horse hooves could be heard outside the car curtain. After thinking about it, Xue Jiu mustered up the courage to ask: "Young Master, there are actually things I have been holding in my heart for a long time, but I don't know whether I should ask. "
"Ask me." Pan Zhuqing had finished his meal at this time, packed up the lunch box, wiped his hands, stretched his muscles and leaned lazily on the soft cushion.
Xue Jiu scratched his scalp and asked cautiously: "I can understand that you don't like Yulian. After all, that girl is really too petty and angry. But Miss Fu is so beautiful and mean-spirited, why don't you take it seriously?" What? As far as I know, I have liked you since I was a child..."
Pan Zhuqing knew he was going to ask this question, so he looked calm and replied seriously: "I haven't thought about why. But I really haven't been moved."
The nervous look on Xue Jiu's face instantly disappeared. Then he licked his lips and added a question: "Then you won't mind if I... compete with that person named Xiao, right?"
"It's up to you." Pan Zhuqing really didn't care, because at this moment, his heart was filled with another woman, and that woman's life was hanging by a thread, and her life or death was uncertain. After dinner, he opened the curtains again Looking out, there were so many people in the medicinal business in the world, and he didn’t believe that no one could solve his problem. Before he had gone far, a bright and bright sign caught his eye. His eyes were bright and he murmured to himself. Read the words on the sign: "King of Medicine..."
"Stop!" He opened the curtain and shouted loudly. The horse neighed and stopped immediately.
On the tenth day after Dr. Zheng's acupuncture, Gong Yueyue still showed no signs of improvement. Dr. Xu's prescriptions were fried and fed to her mouth every day, but they were kept outside the door with her tightly closed teeth.
Everyone around him was inevitably discouraged and despairing, but Zhao Changyuan became increasingly calm. Nothing could arouse his temper anymore, and no one could provoke his mood swings. He seemed to have become a walking zombie, wandering around every day.
Beside the bed with his wife in the military camp.
The doctor speculated that the effect of the acupuncture had disappeared. Since this diagnosis and treatment method was ineffective on her, there was no need to perform it again. But Zhao Changyuan insisted on Dr. Zheng giving the acupuncture another try...
Three more days later, Gong Yueyue on the hospital bed looked as quiet as a pool of stagnant water without any ripples. But no one knew that just under this calm water, the consciousness that had been sleeping for a long time was unknown.
I was awakened by someone's casual words. Maybe it was Zhao Changyuan's tireless talk, maybe it was Du Ruotong, Xiaomei and Sixth Aunt crying, maybe it was the doctors' arguments...
Gong Yueyue guessed that she must have slept for a long time, so the pain in her skull was unbearable at this moment. Someone was talking in her ears, and the sound seemed to be made by being drowned in water, so that she couldn't distinguish it for a while.
Who is speaking.
Just when she was trying to open her eyes, a familiar smell hit her face, and then two soft lips pressed against hers.
"Hehe, it smells like my pretty girl... But you kissed me right after you woke up, and you haven't brushed your teeth yet... Doesn't this mean you've calmed down and are no longer at odds with me?"
She was thinking sweetly in her heart, but unexpectedly, a stream of heat flowed through his lips and into her mouth. It was soft, glutinous and sweet, and tasted just like her favorite duck porridge. She was too late.
Thinking about it carefully, she felt like she was greedy and wanted to chew it to satisfy her cravings, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth or even move her tongue. Fortunately, the hot porridge was at the right temperature and was so finely chopped that she could chew it smoothly without having to bother her to move her mouth.
Slide into the throat.
Then came the second, third, and fourth bite... His lips came closer again and again, and each time he held a moderately soft and hard food in his mouth and pressed it against her. The tip of his tongue opened her lips and teeth, and mixed the food with her.
His warmth was fed in. She wanted to respond every time, trying to keep his lips with her lips and tongue, but she was always unable to do so.
The voices in my ears gradually became clearer.
"Uncle, the hot water is ready. How about I do it?" This was Xiaomei's voice.
Then, Zhao Changyuan's extremely familiar voice sounded in Gong Yueyue's ears with an unprecedented sense of hoarseness and exhaustion: "No, just leave it alone." Gong Yueyue felt inexplicably sour in her heart.
Strong tears welled up in her throat. She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyes were always completely covered with darkness.
She felt that the scene at this moment was similar to the so-called "ghost pressure on the bed" she had experienced when she was a child. Her body was limp and had no strength at all. The whole body's skeleton seemed to have completely fallen apart. She could do nothing except hearing with her ears and thinking with her brain.
No.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was closed.
Then the sound of gurgling water resounded in the quiet room, mixed with the sound of soft footsteps and Zhao Changyuan's dull and lonely breathing.
This unknown fear made her feel more and more frightened the more she thought about it, and her little face exposed outside the quilt instantly felt extremely cold. If she was allowed to lie silently on the bed like this from now on and become a burden to others, she would rather die immediately.
The tiny pimple had just crawled up her cheek, and a warm, moist and fragrant soft touch was applied coldly to her face. The life-saving warmth instantly reached from her face to her heart, gently ironing open the little heart that had been squeezed into a ball due to fear in her chest.
This feeling is like someone suddenly hugging a frozen person head-on on a cold winter night. (To be continued)