Seeing the uncle delivering food enter the elevator, Zhong Zhen continued to knock on the door, "Cousin, open the door! I'm delivering food! Aren't you hungry?"
There was no movement inside for a long time, so Zhong Zhen sat at the door and ate takeaway. After eating, he stood up, wiped his mouth and began to criticize: "Cousin, I was wrong."
When Cong Rong heard this, he just wanted to get up and open the door for him, when he heard nonsense chattering outside.
"Girls are reserved, how can I ask a question like 'Is it okay'? I should just pull my boss in front of you and stuff it into your arms! Well! That's it! Cousin, I eat I’m full, let’s go first, I left half of it for you, it’s hanging on the door, come out and get it when you’re not angry.”
At that moment, Cong Rong was sure that this upright young man who grew up with him like little Bai Yang had grown crooked during the years when he was not in the country...
The weather is getting colder and colder, and it has been gloomy for the past few days, just like Cong Rong's mood. After all, working overtime every day until late at night will not make anyone feel good.
I met that man again on the weekend, just after a heavy snowfall. Cong Rong had just returned from having lunch with someone, and stepped on the snow in the community. As soon as he entered the building, he saw a man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator, with a cashmere coat on his arm, and a dog beside him. The black suitcase looks like it came back from a long trip.
Cong Rong has been a lawyer for a long time, and has seen too many people wearing formal clothes, either rigid or like insurance salesmen, and few people can wear their own taste.
She glanced at it calmly, it was hand-made, low-key luxury, quite tasteful. It is said that gray is the best choice in a man's wardrobe, with a bright and uninhibited look.
She has seen it a lot, so she naturally knows that it is not a suit jacket that can tell a person's wealth, but a shirt. The collar of this man's shirt is just the right size, and the cuffs of his sleeves show exactly half an inch, perfect.
Cong Rong looked down, the trousers wrapped his long legs, and the hems of the trousers just touched the top of the shoes.
When she looked up, he was pulling his tie, his slender and clean fingers were slightly bent, revealing his distinct joints, his hand was shaking and shaking, making Cong Rong's heart agitated, and he felt extremely sexy.
Can't look anymore, can't look anymore! Cong Rong's reason kept reminding himself, but his eyes couldn't bear to move away.
A few seconds later, she resolutely turned around and went out, deciding to continue stepping on the snow for a while to calm down.
Just as the elevator door opened, Wen Shaoqing saw the people behind him swept out of the corner of his eye, smiled, and entered the elevator.
Wen Shaoqing went home and took a shower, changed his clothes before going out. When passing by the community garden, he saw his new neighbor in casual clothes standing next to a group of children jumping and playing in the snow, stepping on the snow angrily. The image of being generous and capable in commuter attire when you meet him after get off work is quite different.
He looked at it for a while, then smiled and left.
The road was covered with snow, the temperature was low, and it quickly froze. Wen Shaoqing didn't drive, and took a few subway trips to get to the south of the city.
After getting out of the subway and walking for a while, he came to the gate of a courtyard house. Before entering the door, he could smell the fragrance of medicinal herbs inside, which became more obvious in the cold air. He stood at the door and smelled it for a while before knocking on the door.
After knocking three times, Wen Shaoqing stopped knocking and waited quietly for a while before seeing the door open from the inside. He smiled and called: "Grandma."
The silver-haired but radiant old lady beckoned him in, "Are you back? I guessed it was you. Someone knocked on the door. I don't have your patience. I won't wait. You know that grandma is getting old and her steps are slow."
Wen Shaoqing closed the door, hugged the old lady's shoulders affectionately, and helped her to walk in, "Well, I arrived at noon, I'm here to eat, and by the way, I will pick up... pick up my dog."
Grandma Wen laughed when she heard it, "Why, we still think we don't know you call it 'Let's let'? Whenever your grandpa calls you uncle, you will see him running over excitedly. Who doesn't understand after so many times? ? You, why are you as naughty as you were when you were a child?"
"Hahaha, where is grandpa?"
"Your aunt is sick, your cousin came to get the medicine, and your grandfather was watching your uncle decoct the medicine in the house!"
Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Ziyuan is here?"
Wen Shaoqing's younger uncle, Wen Rang, is the old man of Mr. Wen, not much older than Wen Shaoqing. Although the two are uncles and nephews, they grew up fighting together under the eyes of Mr. Wen. Wen Shaoqing said "little uncle" "It was never called. A few years ago, Wen Rang, who was young but well-known in the field of Chinese medicine, went to a temple on a mountain to eat and wait to die for some reason. Maybe I was disgusted by the temple for too long, so I hung a sign on the mountain and started to admit patients. I didn't care if the business was good or not, but I was idle every day. He was taught by the old man of the Wen family himself. He has excellent medical skills. After a long time, his reputation has spread, and more and more people have come to see him. Many of them came here from other places and made money. They all gave the temple money for food, and if there was too much, it was considered as sesame oil money.
This stay lasted for a few years. Some time ago, Wen Shaoqing tricked him into going down the mountain, and he was unable to escape.
Wen Shaoqing laughed as soon as he entered the room.
Although Wen Rang was young, his name carried some weight in the Chinese medicine circle, but he just squatted in front of the stove, holding a fan to control the heat, and there were streaks of black ashes on his face. With the expression of the old man scolding tremblingly, Wen Shaoqing's mood is really extremely good.
Mr. Wen has a reputation of being "old and strong", and he is full of arrogance when he scolds others, "I haven't made any progress in these years! I forgot what I taught you! You can't even cook medicine! I know you are famous now, this You don’t have to do the work yourself!”
A few steps away, Wen Shaoqing's cousin Xiao Ziyuan and his wife Suiyi watched the play with smiles throughout.
Wen Shaoqing's mother and Xiao Ziyuan's mother are sisters of the same mother. They grew up together since they were young, and they were roommates in college. They have always had a good relationship.
As soon as Wen Shaoqing stepped in, he saw a group of white shadows rushing towards him. He smiled and comforted him for a long time, and then one person and one dog joined the ranks of onlookers.
Wen Rang looked up when he heard the movement, but before he saw anything, he was yelled at and suddenly lowered his head.
"Huohou! Watch Huohou!"
Wen Shaoqing watched gloatingly, rejoicing again how wise it was for him to study Western medicine back then.
A few doses of medicine were finally cooked in Wen Rang's blood and tears. Xiao Ziyuan didn't forget to stab the knife when he took it from Wen Rang's hand, "Recently, I may have to come to trouble my little uncle often."
Seeing the smile on the corner of Xiao Ziyuan's mouth and the "little uncle", Wen Rang immediately opened his eyes wide and trembled in horror.
Not only did Mr. Wen not give this upstart in the Chinese medicine field any face, he was crushing the whole process, and finally assigned homework, "Go and copy the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in a while!"
Wen Rang, who was in front of outsiders, immediately cried out disregarding his image: "Dad! How old am I, why are you still punishing me for copying medical books?" Wen Shaoqing couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
Wen Rang immediately opened fire, "You still dare to laugh? If you hadn't tricked me back, would I have been scolded every day?!"
Wen Shaoqing smiled slightly, and asked casually: "So, you still plan to go back to the mountain?"
As soon as Wen Shaoqing opened his mouth, Wen Rang knew that something was wrong. Back then when he ran away without saying a word, Mr. Wen became seriously ill with anger, and he couldn't listen to such words the most.
Sure enough, Mr. Wen frowned in the next second, "Copy it twice! Don't go out if you can't finish copying!"
Wen Rang glared at Wen Shaoqing angrily, and Wen Shaoqing looked back at him with a smile.
Wen Shaoqing took the excuse that he couldn't take the subway, so he took Xiao Ziyuan's car back after dinner. The road was slippery in snowy days, Xiao Ziyuan drove slowly, and they chatted casually.
"Auntie's not feeling well again?"
"It's still the same. The temperature has dropped recently, and it's a bit repetitive."
"I have time to go and see her."
Xiao Ziyuan suddenly remembered something, "Lin Chen contacted me a few days ago."
Wen Shaoqing hummed absently.
When Wen Shaoqing returned to China, Lin Chen went straight to the other side of the ocean. Since then, he avoided him and gradually lost contact. Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiao Ziyuan continued his efforts, "He asked many people about their current situation, but he didn't mention you."
Wen Shaoqing was deceived by this black-bellied cousin since he was a child, and developed antibodies after a long time. He turned his head and smiled and asked, "I'm not his mother, and secondly, I'm not his sweetheart. Isn't it normal not to mention me?"
These words hit Xiao Ziyuan's heart, he smiled back, "How do you know that you are not his 'sweetheart'? It is because of you that he keeps drifting outside and refuses to come back, you can't deny that, right?"
"Hmph," Wen Shaoqing put away her smile, and muttered in a low voice, "It's as if I'm sorry for him, hypocritical!"
Wen Shaoqing's clear conscience aroused Xiao Ziyuan's curiosity, "Seriously, where did the girl who chose a doctor instead of a lawyer go?"
Wen Shaoqing looked at the interested Xiao Ziyuan, frowned and turned to Mrs. Xiao to complain: "Following junior sister, I remember that he was not so...does it mean that people who are in love will become so gossip?"
Sui Yi was Wen Shaoqing's junior sister in college, and both of them majored in clinical medicine, so she always called Wen Shaoqing her senior brother.
Sui Yi pursed her lips and smiled, always gentle and decent, "Brother, it's not gossip, it's just that at that time everyone rumored that you and Lin Chen were a couple, but I didn't expect... I've known Lin Chen for so many years, and I've never met Lin Chen. Seeing who he is avoiding like this, I am somewhat curious."
Wen Shaoqing felt that it was really not a good thing for this pair of black-bellies to get together, and it was not the work of a hero to be outnumbered, so he kept silent for the next time.