"I just got off work and now I'm going back to the dormitory."
"have a good rest."
After holding it in for a long time, Chen Fu could only reply with these four words. Because of the unexpected events in the past two days, for two consecutive days and two nights, she slept for less than 3 hours in total. It would be false to say that she was not heartbroken.
Since yesterday, he has wanted to fly over and be by her side all the time.
But no.
Chen Fu rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.
The sun shines down, reflecting the shadows of the trees, and the wind makes a rustling sound.
After standing at the street corner for a while and regaining control of his emotions, he continued walking down to the familiar tile-roofed house at the end of the street.
With the development of the city, people in this area have gradually moved out, and there are fewer and fewer people walking there. However, it does seem clean.
Chen Fu saw Auntie Juan sitting under the longan tree from a distance, and then saw another person next to him. He originally thought he was a social worker or something, but when he walked in, he saw that he was a man. He was not very well-dressed.
A shirt, trousers and flip-flops look a bit casual.
The wooden gourd hanging on his waist was particularly eye-catching. It was brown, only the size of a palm, and slightly retro. Chen Fu came closer and couldn't help but take a second look. This thing was already very rare in this era, and people in the city had spent their whole lives on it.
He may not be able to meet the real thing, and this is his first time seeing it.
He seems to be a good drinker.
Although they were several meters apart, the faint smell of alcohol still drifted over. The old man did not drink, so the source of the alcohol smell was self-evident.
"Grandma, I told you not to eat so much sugar..."
doctor?
Chen Fu saw this man checking his mother-in-law's pulse, so he didn't bother him. He just stood a few meters away and observed. He didn't look like a bad person, but he didn't look like a serious medical practitioner based on his dress. However, you can't judge a person by his appearance and make preconceptions.
Maybe the smell of alcohol is disinfectant alcohol, what about the smell of traditional Chinese medicine wine? Friends? Relatives? Visitors? He speculated boredly, while Chen Fu watched from the side, not in a hurry.
"It's not a big problem, I'm just a little constipated. I'll have someone give you a few doses of medicine later...Drink more water, go out for a walk more often, and get some sunshine..."
Basically, they are just doctor's orders.
Chen Fu listened for a while and didn't think anything was wrong. It seemed that this man was really a doctor, and he was probably just passing by for a temporary visit or something.
"Remember, eat less sugar...Okay, someone is here to see you..."
When the instructions were almost finished, the man suddenly added a sentence at the end, then turned around, smiled at him, and nodded.
Chen Fu was slightly startled and nodded reflexively in response. After a slight pause, he quickly came to his senses and walked over in two large steps, "Aunt Juan..."
oh?
The old man raised his head, looking a little confused.
Chen Fu didn't expect her to recognize him, so he just said to himself, "It's me..."
Unexpectedly, the old man looked like he was awake, grinning with a toothless mouth and said, "Child..."
Chen Fu was stunned and a little surprised.
However, the next second, the old man rummaged through his pocket, stretched out his hand, and took out a few discolored white rabbit candies that had been hidden for an unknown period of time, "Eat candies..."
…
"Little brother, do you come here often?"
"No, once in a while."
"oh."
When the old man got tired and went back to the house to rest, the two stood for a while under the longan tree and chatted for a few words. Chen Fu also looked at each other head-on for the first time.
An uncle of about forty years old, with a straight face, he should have been a young man when he was young. Now he looks a bit vicissitudes of life, and he has not woken up from sleep or has just woken up from drunkenness. However, although his eyes are
It looks like it can't be opened, but it's very clear and bright.
It gives people a sense of freedom and ease, not the kind that is forced to be free and easy, but the kind that is truly free and easy. The so-called free and easy of most people is basically forced, with a little bit of sadness, helplessness, and powerlessness... But he
The feeling on my body is different. It's hard to describe. If I really want to make a metaphor...
Chen Fu thought about it, and it was probably equivalent to the aloof appearance of a powerful person at the peak of his career who retired and returned to the market. To be more realistic, it was like the richest man named Ma who retired early and became a teacher...
Well, if the person is taller and harder, it will be almost the same.
"Sir, are you a doctor?"
"It's hard to tell, he's just one of those country men." The uncle picked out his earwax with his little finger.
Country doctor... a rather novel word. Chen Fu was noncommittal and was about to find a topic casually and leave when he suddenly heard a "gulu" sound. He couldn't help but lower his head and glance at the gourd hanging on his waist. Although the sound was not loud
, but it clearly came from inside.
The uncle was obviously stunned for a moment, but it was fleeting. He wiped his earwax-picking fingers on his clothes, glanced at Chen Fu seemingly casually, and suddenly asked, "Little brother, have you stayed up late recently?"
"
"Well……"
"It's not good for your health, so stay up all night."
"……Oh."
"Something's wrong, let's go."
"gentlemen……"
"Um?"
"Aunt Juan, is she in good health?" I had wanted to ask this just now, but Chen Fu felt a little uneasy, so he asked now.
The uncle stopped, stood there for a few seconds, and then gave an ambiguous smile, "Young man, just be relaxed."
Chen Fu frowned.
"If you are sick, come to see me at Zhaobai Street, Youmei Road, or the Bundesliga Medical Center. We are lucky enough to meet you. I will give you a 20% discount without registration."
Wearing flip-flops, the uncle put one hand in his pocket, waved with the other, and walked away under the late summer sunshine, leaving only a trace of his back as he picked out earwax in a dashing way.