Chapter 359: Prelude to the demolition when we met, we learned that Xie Ying was going home, Xie Hongxuan stuffed a lot of ice cream into the refrigerator in advance and bought a lot of snacks that Xie Ying liked.
The neighbor laughed at him: "Don't traditional Chinese medicine prevent people from eating cold?"
"What's wrong with eating ice cream in summer as long as it's not gastroenteritis, it doesn't matter if you eat something cold. Everything doesn't have to be so rigid."
Xie Hongxuan is indeed not a rigid old Chinese medicine doctor. The child cannot eat when he coughs, so the parents took him to Xie Hongxuan to see him, hoping that Xie Hongxuan could put a magical plaster on the child's navel, but Xie Hongxuan still prescribed cough medicine normally and told the parents that the child was
If you want to eat ice cream, give him less food, it doesn't matter.
The parents' pupils were earthquakes, which was probably the only old Chinese doctor she had ever seen who took the initiative to persuade people to eat cold food.
Xie Hongxuan accepted the parents' surprise calmly and said happily: "The child is sick. If you want to take something, just let him take it. As long as it doesn't matter, happiness is the best medicine."
Despite this, many parents are unable to accept ice cream for children who have coughs.
Although Xie Hongxuan is a Chinese medicine doctor, he is open-minded and has a strong interest in all scientific knowledge. At that time, Zhou Ke took out the medical books he left behind whenever he had time. Therefore, he was never old-fashioned.
A stubborn Chinese medicine.
The morning when my granddaughter came back, Xie Hongxuan called his old friend Song Jinquan to go out for a walk together as usual. For decades, they have often been inseparable, but their size is getting shorter and more gray hair is getting bigger and bigger. For them, the daytime is getting bigger and bigger.
It's getting shorter and shorter.
Song Jinquan used to take a walk, and would pick up branches and go home every day, so his wife could use it when cooking. In a blink of an eye, liquefied gas had already replaced firewood, and heating replaced hot kangs. Life was more convenient than before, but Song Jinquan still missed the past.
.
At that time, when he came home from get off work, he saw smoke coming out of the chimney from afar, and his two sons were chasing and fighting in the alleys. At that time, he was the happiest.
Song Jinquan said: "Even if this place is to be demolished, I don't want to move it away. I often dream of my old woman. Even if she becomes a ghost, the ghost wanders around my old house. I am not afraid. I can't bear to leave her soul.
Send it away.”
"Listen, how sad you said you are. You are just too lonely, why don't you just move to my house."
"A golden nest is not as good as a dog nest." Song Jinquan smiled desolately and said, "My two sons who have become traitors. If one day they find out, they want to come back to see if I die,
They have to find a place.”
"I understand your idea, but our area is too old and demolition is imperative. I dare say that 90% of the people living here hope to demolition and live in spacious and bright buildings.
How many people's dream is that you can share a lot of money?”
Song Jinquan said: "Didn't the two traitors buy me a new house, but I can't live without Rulin Street. I have money and I don't want to live in a big house, I just want to guard my home."
"Hey, then wait for others to scold you. If a house doesn't want to be demolished, the project has to be dragged back. You have to consider it."
"Then will you scold me?"
"I don't want to demolish it either, so I won't scold you." Xie Hongxuan said: "We have lived to this age and have lived here for half our lives. Everyone we know is here, and it's very convenient to live here. Who would like to move.
What's more, I also believe that people have souls. When Qingyi comes to my dreams occasionally, I feel that he has not gone far. If this place is demolished, he will not be able to find our home."
"Old Xie, why not join forces with us and not let us break up here. You are a martyr and a hero's father. You speak better than me."
"Let's just stop us and listen to the opinions of most people. I can think so easily, and Qingyi will always be in my heart."
Song Jinquan did not have such a broad mind. He lived in a widowhood for many years and his temperament became more and more strange. Only a few good friends on Rulin Street were able to get along.
The two of them sneaked to the train station. Xie Hongxuan stretched his neck and looked into the station. He hoped that after he walked out of the station, he would see him the first thing he saw.
Xie Ying dragged her suitcase and Xie Hongxuan trotted and waved to Xie Ying happily: "Xiaoying, here is grandpa here."
In a trance, Xie Ying seemed to have returned to her childhood. Whether in spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether in school or the Youth Palace, her grandfather would always pick her up at the door, open her arms kindly, shout her name, and wait for her to fall into her arms.
Nothing changed, but she grew up and her grandfather got older.
Xie Ying's nose felt sour, she threw her luggage and hugged her grandfather quickly.
A tear fell into grandpa's neck, and Xie Hongxuan was shocked: "Xiaoying, are you unhappy, why are you crying?"
"Grandpa, don't get old, okay, I don't want to see your white hair."
"Good grandpa will go to the beauty salon in the afternoon, pulling his skin and dyeing his hair black."
Xie Ying laughed and then stretched out her hand: "Grandpa, I'm hungry."
Xie Hongxuan pretended to panic and said that he had not prepared anything, but before his granddaughter was disappointed, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and said, "It's a pity that there are no candied haws in summer, and there are no roasted sweet potatoes early in the morning. Go home quickly, you
Grandma has cooked for you.”
Song Jinquan picked up Xie Ying's luggage, and Xie Hongxuan said, "Old Song, thank you, please help me take it back."
Xie Ying smiled and said, "Grandpa Song, my grandpa is kidding, give me your suitcase."
"No, Xiaoying, you Grandpa Song is still willing to help you with this." Xie Hongxuan said bluntly: "He just said that he has money, let him take a taxi by himself."
Xie Hongxuan stopped a taxi without saying a word and got in with his granddaughter. Song Jinquan was speechless for a while and smiled: "Haha, it's too much to show off his granddaughter in front of me, and even let me do coolies."
However, Song Jinquan was not really angry. Compared with the daily care of the Xie family, carrying luggage was nothing.
Xie Ying's suitcase is extremely large, and with a bulging backpack, the trunk of the car cannot be stuffed, so she can only put it on the back seat. She doesn't know why the thin Xie Ying can drag such heavy luggage.
What. But it's certain that she must have brought a lot of gifts to her family.
Song Jinquan was very envious.
There are more and more buildings coming to the city. On the way back to Rulin Street, Xie Ying saw many old houses with eye-catching words "demolition". Xie Hongxuan said: "The area behind Rulin Street is going to be demolished, although
There is no specific time yet, but the government has issued a notice that it is not allowed to build a house."
"Grandpa, then will you and grandma be sad?"
"Sad, of course it's very sad. However, for the rest of your life, you are constantly saying goodbye. Your grandmother and I are open-minded. When it's time to say goodbye, just say goodbye with dignity, that's fine."
"Brother Shen"
"Um"
When Shen Changqing walked on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.
It can be said.
In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.
The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.
Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.
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Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.
Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.
Have the memory of the predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.
Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.
The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.