Seeing Chu Yao change into a white dress, the autumn wind blowing the skirt corners, Tie Jun seemed to see Sister Monroe.
"You are so shameless, where are you looking?"
Lao Wang's head and hands trembled, and he wiped Tie Jun's face with the foam in his hands, which made his face feel a little hot.
"Oh, old man, you're done, you're done, you didn't see clearly!"
Chu Yao was parking the car and didn't hear what Tie Jun said clearly.
"Tell me, where did you go?"
"Help!"
"Well, I'll vouch for him. Girl, you can sit next to me for a while. I'll be fine soon."
"Chu Yao, you are so beautiful!"
Tie Jun said something swishy, and Chu Yao's face turned red.
"loquacious!"
"Hey, don't move!"
Lao Wangtou quits, just listening to you two flirting here, can you still control your head?
Both of them stopped talking. Chu Yao pursed her lips and sulked, while Tie Jun squinted his eyes to see her angry.
More than ten minutes later, Tie Jun looked in the mirror, touched his smooth little face, and said with a smile: "It's great to be young!"
"Stop being such a slut and come to the hospital with me, you're crazy!"
Lao Wangtou smiled and waved to Tie Jun. Tie Jun smiled and pushed Da Erba to follow Chu Yao.
When they arrived at the Second Hospital, Chu Yao escorted Tie Jun directly to the director's office of the Department of Neurology.
"Uncle Pan, I've brought the patient here. Call me when you're done!"
Chu Yao opened the door, and there was an old man in a white coat teasing him. When he saw Chu Yao, he nodded.
"I don't have schizophrenia. How can anyone with schizophrenia still study in graduate school?"
"Pfft!"
Chu Yao smiled and poked the Tiejun Central Branch with her finger, "You are a snake...hehe!"
Five minutes later, Tie Jun sat across from the white coat.
"11 is not necessarily equal to 2, the cholesterol is too high because the shorts are too high, Wu Song is an alcoholic, Pan Jinlian did not seduce Ximen Qing..."
"Psychiatric hallucination!"
The white coat made the final decision, Chu Yao was stunned, and Tie Jun stood up with a smile.
"Director, there is nothing wrong with me. I was just making my girlfriend happy!"
It was over, no one believed it anymore, Tie Jun was tortured by the director, running upstairs and downstairs, and finally informed that the results would be seen in two days.
"Second sister, I'm completely normal now. The fever has gone away and my head is no longer foggy. Please, please let me go home!"
They were sent to the ward again, and Tie Jun was about to cry. Sisters Chu Qiong and Chu Yao left the ward and spent a long time playing crickets at the door. Fortunately, Chu Yao escorted Tie Jun home.
"Here, you are not allowed to wear flowers anymore... Look, you have enough flowers now!"
After parking the car in the courtyard, Chu Yao took out two pairs of gray underwear from her bag and stuffed them into Tie Jun's big leather bag with a blushing face.
"Mom, Sister Chu got my eldest brother back!"
Erya happened to come out of the warehouse and saw Chu Yao stuffing underwear into her elder brother's bag, and shouted with a smile.
"Erya, the notice hasn't arrived yet?"
Chu Yao walked over and took Erya's hand, asking with concern.
"It's here. It's at the homeroom teacher's place. I'll pick it up tomorrow!"
"Hey, girl, you have been exhausted today. As soon as you walked away, Da Zhuang came back and said that Dajun has returned to the hospital!"
Mother walked out, gave Tie Jun a rollicking look, and then pulled Chu Yao into the house.
The large pots on the two stoves in the outer room were steaming hot, and a smell of meat penetrated his nose. Tie Jun felt his stomach began to growl.
Lao Tie was chopping pig tails on the vegetable pile, and Tie Jun suddenly thought of Jia Guangming.
"Girl, come to the kang and drink tea. Today I made your favorite fried willow root!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
Several people entered the east room, which was Tie Jun's bedroom and living room. Da Ya was sitting on the kang knitting a sweater. There was a tea tray on the kang, and the big teapot was so dark that Tie Jun frowned.
On the window sill were a pot of glass emeralds and a plate of cactus, with a few small openings and white flowers blooming. In Tie Jun's memory, this was the result of his own grafting, and it was quite beautiful.
Facing the door is an old-fashioned writing desk and a chair. Grandma is smiling at Tie Jun in the picture frame.
There were two large wooden boxes on the kang, with quilts stacked on them, and a big fat boy holding a carp on the wall. Tie Jun frowned again. This was simply the 1970s. How could there be any spring breeze?
Tie Jun did not enter the house, but curiously entered Erya's room in the west room.
Hey, girls’ rooms are just different, full of tenderness, the walls are covered with beauties and handsome guys, and there are photos in two frames side by side.
Ahem, Tie Jun coughed dryly, isn't it? The photo of himself for a hundred days is so grandly framed in it, the key is to reveal the little pepper.
Haha, Tielin and Tiehui were also exposed, and Tiejun instantly found his balance.
Pink curtains, pink door curtains, pink quilt covers, and an old desk covered with pink floor leather. Erya will definitely have pink memories from now on.
There is a calendar behind the door. Tie Jun is in a daze at Zhang Yu of this era. Why is such a conservative person still wearing a swimsuit?
Knowing that it was August, but still not sure which day it was, Tie Jun looked at the small red circles drawn by Erya, but couldn't tell what the days were.
There were several magazines placed against the wall inside. Tie Jun went over and flipped through them, including "Friends" and "Popular Films", as well as two copies of "Story Club".
When he came out and entered the back room, Da Zhuang was lying on the kang in the west room, grinding nails when Tie Jun came in and startled him.
"Brother, you're back. My dad praised me today, hehe!"
Tie Jun carefully walked around the sandbags, dumbbells, stone locks and other self-made fitness equipment on the ground, looked at the row of foreign nails flattened by the train on the kang, and said, "What about making darts?"
"Well, brother, look!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
After three sounds, three foreign nails were immediately inserted into the head of the sack kid kneeling in the corner.
"Sure!"
"That's right, that's right. Put it down and I'll tell you something serious!"
"oh!"
Da Zhuang pulled the grindstone aside and sat cross-legged. The sports socks with exposed toes gave off a sour smell of sweat.
"Why don't you wash your feet when you come back? Go ahead and wash your feet first!"
"You took off your shoes as if they don't stink. Why didn't I see you wash them?"
Da Zhuang muttered under his breath and got off the kang, put on his white sneakers and carried the tray out.
Alas, should this boy join the army, or should he do business with me?
Tie Jun began to think in his mind. In short, he was not allowed to go to this high school, and it would be in vain if he went to high school. If he stayed for two more years, he would be a gentleman after graduation.
I picked up the "Martial Arts" magazine on the kangtang and flipped through it. I saw that this boy had drawn many places on the Nanquan map, and there were also many strange symbols marked next to it.
"Brother, chill it with ice, it will definitely refresh you!"
Da Zhuang came in and put a plate of cold water on the ground. Tie Jun smiled, sat on a small stool, took off his socks and plunged them into the water. It felt so good, so good that it almost gave him a cramp.
"Brother, tell me what's going on!"
Da Zhuang held down Tie Jun's leg and asked with a smile.
"Cool, too cold!"
"Brother, hold on, you taught me this!"
"Did I teach you?"
Okay, Tie Jun stopped struggling, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother, what are your plans when school starts again?"
"Brother, I want to go to Shenzhen with Tiger!"
"Don't stop!"
"Tiger's brother-in-law opened a processing factory there in partnership with others. A while ago, his sister said that if she doesn't come back because she owes a lot of debt, we will go to collect the debt and give us 20%."
Da Zhuang stopped and looked at Tie Jun.
"Did you ask our dad?"
"asked!"
"What did our dad say?"
"Get out of here, as far away as possible!"
"Hahaha!"
The two brothers laughed together. What Lao Tie meant is feasible. Another cultural person would say: "A good man has ambitions in all directions. Go ahead, son!"