The bookstore business has not been very good.
With the advent of the electronic age, all media that use traditional paper as a medium of communication seem to be gradually losing their vitality.
When many people pass by this bookstore, they are often extremely curious about how this bookstore, which is only open late at night, has not closed down.
Fortunately, their curiosity is limited.
after all,
There are so many things in this world that are more worth exploring than this.
For example, why does your own child look more and more like your childhood friend as he grows up
If someone really seems to have nothing to do and happens to be having bad luck at that time, then if he comes to the bookstore at night, he might get some special surprises.
Day after day, year after year... a year passed.
This year, in general, was calm.
“Dinner is ready!”
Yingying, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen with a huge casserole in her hand.
Yingying is very smart, no one can deny that. Her cooking skills have improved rapidly over the past year. She and Xu Qinglang share odd and even days, and she cooks on odd days.
On the table,
There was a plate of cold cucumber salad, a plate of shredded pork with leeks, a plate of Cangzhou iron lion head, a plate of fried yam with fungus, and in the middle was a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms.
in addition,
There is also a dish created by Yingying, which is the recipe of lotus root cake, but with mint leaves added in it. In the summer, a bite of this is not only crispy and refreshing, but also helps to relieve greasiness.
"Wow, what a coincidence, I'm eating."
Lao Zhang appeared at the door of the bookstore at the most appropriate time.
At the beginning, when Yingying started cooking, Lao Zhang felt “unlucky” for a long time. But later, after tasting Yingying’s cooking skills, he felt “good luck” all the time.
"Yes, what a coincidence, I even put out an extra set of bowls and chopsticks."
The old Taoist glared at Lao Zhang unhappily.
Lao Zhang didn't hesitate to sit down and started eating.
The world is in a hurry,
For many people who are busy on their way to and from get off work, eating may just be a casual snack.
Take-out, fast food, and all the various forms that have emerged are, in the final analysis, just a simplification of the three meals a day.
It is really hard to find food nowadays that truly gives eating a sense of "life" and "enjoyment", but the bookstore has preserved and inherited it.
because,
Everyone is very idle.
A cook is a 200-year-old zombie with rich burial objects.
A cook is a demolition household with more than 20 houses that are closely linked to the country's destiny.
food,
In their hands,
Only then can you truly be endowed with the soul of "life".
The black girl came over carrying a lot of fruits and vegetables, which had been packed separately. Some were to be sent by express to Yueya and the other out-of-town ghost messengers, and some were to be taken back to the police station by Lao Zhang.
The fruits produced in the bookstore are completely green and definitely taste better than those sold outside. It is also very face-saving to give them as gifts to others.
It was a meal that was enjoyed in great joy.
Only occasionally when someone was serving rice or drinking soup,
My eyes will glance at the sofa by the window.
However, on the sofa
Without that familiar figure,
The days are too dull.
Too dull days always make people feel uncomfortable.
It's better to be a little salty.
pity,
Lack of salt.
Lawyer An burped.
Put down your chopsticks.
He left the dining table, walked to the bar, picked up the super cup of coffee that Yingying had prepared for him before the meal, and started drinking it.
On the phone,
There is one unread message.
He has a scheduled kidney stone surgery next Wednesday.
Lawyer An has always been quite satisfied with this body. It has good looks and temperament, but it is prone to developing stones.
The old Taoist is in good health. Cancer is terrible, especially for patients with advanced cancer, it is like being sentenced to death in advance.
But some people have a good mentality, and such people tend to create miracles easily.
For example, the old Taoist priest who was diagnosed by the doctor as having only three months left to live, has been no different from a normal person in the past year, except for going to the hospital for check-ups or chemotherapy every once in a while.
oh,
The hair is gone,
This is inevitable.
This made him look out of place when he wore Taoist robes for a period of time, and passers-by thought he was practicing both Buddhism and Taoism.
later,
A female college student who was once sponsored by the Taoist priest came to Tongcheng to visit the Taoist priest after she was admitted to Jingcheng University.
After seeing the Taoist priest's appearance, she cut her long hair which she had kept for more than ten years the next day.
The production process of wigs is simple and complicated at the same time. Wigs made from human hair can effectively avoid problems such as allergies and scalp inflammation.
These problems are just minor issues for ordinary people, but they are a big trouble for the bodies of cancer patients.
The old Taoist happily wears his wig every day.
I tell everyone the story of the wig on my head.
I have been doing charity for decades.
He doesn't care about any reward.
But any kind response can make him happy for a long time.
However, the latest examination report shows that the cancer cells have spread to the old Taoist's brain, and the operation is scheduled for half a month later.
But the old Taoist is still cheerful all day long.
After dinner,
The old Taoist went out for a walk and had some food.
After leaving the bookstore,
I turned around and went into the drugstore next door.
Fangfang has gained weight again.
She got married.
My husband is an active-duty soldier and he returned to the army after his honeymoon.
The time was short, but Fangfang and her husband worked very hard. Two months after her husband returned to the army, Fangfang found out that she was pregnant.
Now, Fangfang has started to get used to sitting behind the counter of the pharmacy, knitting a sweater for her child while continuing to watch the whitening blogger's video.
Of course.
She will never use the cosmetics recommended by these bloggers again. Everything is for the sake of her children.
"Hey, you're busy. Have you had the chicken soup?"
"Drink it. It's delicious."
"Of course, but you can't sit all the time. Walk around more. You're so thin... You need to exercise more so you can have a smooth birth."
"If you're afraid of the pain, just do a cesarean section."
"Okay, that's fine."
The old Taoist nodded and walked into the ward.
This ward is still very crowded.
On the innermost bed,
The firewood lay there,
One leg was in a plaster cast, with an IV drip hanging on it, and the skin was wrapped in bandages, with faint blue and black marks visible.
Two months ago,
Gou Xin mustered up his courage and finally took that step again.
After finishing the entire series of Prison Break in the hospital room,
On that dark, windy, and thundering night,
He sneaked out of the drugstore.
It can't be said to be sneaky,
His medical expenses were fully paid, and it was paid six months in advance.
at the same time,
As he got out of bed and left the ward,
The "Qing" on the bed next door,
In fact, I kept my eyes open and watched his performance.
Gou Xin couldn't figure it out.
How could the big shot in the next bed and the big shots in the two beds outside be so calm
Yes, the two boys haven’t woken up yet. They have been lying dead for almost a year and still haven’t woken up.
But Qing Zao woke up early and watched "Prison Break" with him.
But these big shots don't seem to have any idea at all.
This made Gou Xin, who had been trying to find a pathfinder, very upset.
He couldn't hold it in any longer.
He's going to slip away.
Then,
That night,
He just walked out of the drugstore.
Struck by lightning.
The body was chopped black.
It rolled down to the manhole cover.
The manhole cover is a little loose.
It collapsed.
My leg was also broken.
If he had not been discovered by the police on duty and sent to the nearest pharmacy in time for rescue, he might have lost his life.
Qing just lay on the bed.
Watching Gou Xin standing and walking out,
Then he looked at Gou Xin lying back sideways.
In terms of facial expression,
Neither happy nor sad.
She doesn't run.
Ever since that day when the old man said in the ward that he didn't have much time left,
Hell was in turmoil in a short time.
A series of major events occurred.
Not long afterward,
The passage between hell and the living world was completely blocked.
Even if Qing wanted to sense the breath of hell, he couldn't do it.
She was shocked.
The power of the Lord,
So terrifying!
so,
When the old Taoist opened the door of the ward,
Asked:
"Hey, little girl, have you eaten?"
Qing smiled widely, his eyes curved into lovely crescents, and responded enthusiastically:
"I ate it, Grandpa."
… … …
A cup of cat poop coffee,
A neatly ironed newspaper.
It is placed on Zhou Ze’s bedside table at a regular time every day.
Yingying was afraid that one day when the boss woke up, he would find that there was no coffee to drink and no books to read.
This year,
Every afternoon,
Yingying would always take "Self-cultivation of a Maid V",
Leaning on the bed,
Read a book for a while,
Looking at the boss for a while.
The boss likes cleanliness.
Every morning and evening, Yingying would give her boss a bath.
Massage twice a day,
From time to time, I push my boss's wheelchair to take him out to bask in the sun.
sometimes,
The caregiver is diligent or not.
You can tell clearly by just looking at the patients she is caring for and seeing whether they have bedsores.
The afternoon breeze is gentle and warm.
The wind blew in through the window.
The wind blew the hair on Zhou Ze's forehead.
There was no sign.
Boss Zhou slowly opened his eyes at this time.
Yingying seemed to sense something.
He turned and looked at his boss.
No surprises,
No cheers,
some,
Just like the gentleness of everyday life,
It seems that not a year has passed.
It was only yesterday;
"Boss, are you awake?"
Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while. He seemed to have difficulty adjusting to the brightness at this moment, and his mind was still a little fuzzy.
but,
He saw clearly the girl sitting next to him.
Corners of mouth,
I smiled subconsciously.
"I'm awake?"
"Yes, Boss, do you want to take a shower?"
Yingying remembers every habit of her boss clearly.
"Am I dreaming?"
After jumping down the well,
Boss Zhou has been dreaming for a year, many dreams.
"No, Boss, it's you who woke up."
Zhou Ze raised his hand with difficulty.
Yingying took the initiative to snuggle into Zhou Ze's arms.
Holding the girl in his arms, Zhou Ze felt a familiar coolness. Although it was not as cold as before, it still made him feel very comfortable.
Zhou Ze was a little worried and said:
"Yingying?"
"Yeah, I'm here, boss."
"Call one."
“Oh, oh, oh…”
"Well, it's not a dream anymore."