In Xiaoyun Restaurant, Lang Mo was sitting at a dining table with half of his arms. Alan was holding a bottle of iodine in her right hand. She was holding a cotton swab in her left hand and lowered her head to apply medicine to Lang Mo. She suddenly thought of something and said: "No, I'm going to give you medicine now. When you take a shower later, the medicine will not be in vain. It will also cause inflammation. So, how about you take the iodine back home and wipe it yourself after taking a shower?" Lang Mo But he lied: "I'm going back to take a shower. I don't know how to boil water, so you should wipe it for me. At worst, if I don't touch the wound when I take a shower, it will be fine."
Lang Mo really hoped that Alan could help him apply iodine, so that Alan would be very close, so that he could smell the special fragrance of Alan's body. Although Alan didn't take a shower, he noticed the sweat coming from Alan's body. The smell was also so tempting. This smell also made him excited and satisfied. Alan put down the iodine and said: "No! You go back and apply the medicine yourself. Haven't you heard of the widow's door..." When Alan said this, he suddenly stopped and his expression became a little unnatural.
Of course what Alan was going to say was, 'There is a lot of trouble at the widow's door'. Lang Mo fell silent for a moment. Although he had this idea in his mind yesterday, when he heard this sentence coming from Alan's mouth, He was still a little uncomfortable with it. Why was such a beautiful and kind-hearted woman a widow? Why did God play such a trick on people? Who was her husband and why did he leave her? A series of questions made him forget to speak.
Alan's mood was very low: "Yes, I am a widow and an old woman who has been married twice. My first husband was killed in a car accident less than a month after I married into their family. I lost my life. My second husband was even faster. Within a week, he died of a sudden illness. After the death of my two husbands, everyone said that I was a bad guy and a bad guy. They all despised me and scolded me. Even my parents didn't like me. Fortunately, I have an aunt who married here in Fenghua Village. She is very good to me, so I came to Fenghua Village. Hanamura. Opened this restaurant to make ends meet.”
As Alan spoke, tears could be seen faintly in the corners of his eyes. "When I came here, my aunt hid my true situation a little bit. She only told others that I came here after divorcing my husband." Lang Mo: "Then. Why are you telling me this?" "Because you are a college student and a scholar. To be honest, I also need someone to speak my mind. You won't look down on me because of this."
Lang Mo felt a little blocked in his heart and said: "Alan, I don't believe in those bluffing things. Don't believe those nonsense, such as broom stars and shackles. They are all made up. If you want to blame them, you can only blame them." Your two husbands are not so lucky. They are dragging you down. If there really is a broom star in this world, these two bastards are the real broom stars! I am so angry!" Lang Mo brought Alan down from his low point with one sentence. His emotions suddenly came back a lot. He asked: "My husband is gone, why are you angry? What does this have to do with you?" Lang Mo was speechless for a moment: "Because, because we are friends, only friends can talk about it. What I said to my heart! Just imagine, your friend was bullied, would you feel better?" With one sentence, Alan put the tears in her eyes back into her watery eyes. She was really happy.
"Go back, Principal Lang. If you are seen, you will be gossiped about. You are still young and have a bright future. Although the folks here are simple and kind-hearted, they also despise those things that go nowhere between men and women. Sometimes, saliva is also It can drown people, I know it very well!" Hearing what Alan said, Lang Mo had no choice but to pick up the iodine, tidy up his clothes, and leave Xiaoyun Restaurant.
The next day, when the sun was high in the treetops, Lang Mo got up lazily. Because Uncle Zhang's rice fields had been harvested, and he was really sleepy, there was no need for him to get up so early. Even if he got up early, it would be fine. What to do? After washing, he began to worry about food for the day again. He couldn't help others, so he was naturally embarrassed to make a living, but if he did it himself, his head immediately became dizzy when he thought of the complicated cooking procedures. .Standing at the door of the room for a long time, not knowing how to spend today's long day.
Fill his stomach first! He came to the door of the kitchen listlessly. No matter how difficult it was to cook, he couldn't go hungry. He made a wise choice. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the kitchen, he found something on the stove. There was a large round red plastic cover. When I opened the cover, I saw a bowl of noodles, three fried eggs, a plate of dried radish, and a plate of pickled mustard. Who sent it? Lang Mo's first thought was The first person who came to mind was Alan. He picked up his chopsticks and hurriedly tasted a few bites of the noodles. He smiled. Yes, the noodles tasted exactly the same as the noodles he had eaten at Xiaoyun Restaurant the day before yesterday.
"Hululu", he put all the things Alan brought, including the noodle soup, and the little bit of vegetable foam that fell on the stove, into his stomach, and then gave up. After breakfast, he wiped his mouth and lay down On the bed, Alan's shadow appeared in his mind. He shook his head and thought to himself: 'Oops, I can't have fallen in love with her. Before going to bed last night, her shadow was all in my mind. After falling asleep, she was still in my mind. The shadow of the boss even made me draw a map of the boss. Why do I think of her now? Am I really in love? What is he doing now? Should I go find her? 'Just when he When he was thinking wildly, a voice came from the door: "Principal Wolf, is Principal Wolf here?" Lang Mo went out and saw an old woman with white hair. Lang Mo hurriedly asked: "Grandma, what do you want from me?" The old man: "Principal Wolf, that's it. Can you write a letter for me? I want to send a photo of my granddaughter to my son who is working out of town." Lang Mo smiled and said, "Of course! Come in." For such a trivial matter, Lang Mo solved it in just three strokes. The old man thanked him and said, "Principal Wolf, I'm sorry to trouble you. In the past, I always wrote to the old principal and Miss Alan, but they came early this morning. Then we went out, and the old principal went to the rice fields. Miss Alan went to the vegetable fields, otherwise I wouldn’t have troubled you. You are such a good person, but why do you have the surname Wolf? It’s such a weird surname. I really don’t understand it, old lady. Phew..." The old man kept talking. But Lang Mo had no idea what the old man was talking about. Because when he heard the old man say that Alan went to the vegetable field, he only had one thought in his big head: He wanted to go too! He quietly asked the old man about the location of the vegetable field, then sent the old man home while he slipped away to the vegetable field in the village.