When it was almost twelve, Wen Shaoqing's cell phone kept ringing, and students called him one after another to pay New Year's greetings.
Cong Rong felt bored after listening to it for a while, so he went up to release the sky monkey with Zhong Zhen, and somehow remembered it while playing, and asked Zhong Zhen, "Have any colleagues in your department ever adopted children?"
Zhong Zhen looked puzzled, "No, why do you ask that suddenly?"
Cong Rong's heart trembled, and he asked calmly, "Is it not or you don't know?"
Zhong Zhen looked arrogant and arrogant, "How could I not know about the gossip in the department, there really isn't one."
Cong Rong was in a hurry, "But Wen Shaoqing clearly said..."
In the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped. At that time, he probably spoke nonsense to comfort her, but she actually believed it.
Zhong Zhen scratched his head, "My boss? When you said it, I suddenly remembered that he seemed to have asked the head nurse about the abandoned babies in the hospital. What's wrong?"
She suddenly turned her head and looked at Wen Shaoqing in a daze. At that moment, there were mixed feelings in her heart, tenderness turned back and forth, something slowly fermented in her heart, and her whole heart was full.
Wen Shaoqing was on the phone with his back turned to her, with a slender and straight back, when she suddenly called him, "Wen Shaoqing!"
In the midst of the commotion, he actually heard it. He quickly turned to look at her, then said something to the phone, hung up the phone and walked over, "What's wrong?"
In fact, she was just impulsive just now, and she didn't have anything to say to him. Now he just looked at her quietly, and suddenly she was at a loss. She hesitated for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she raised her head with a smile, "Come on soon!" It's 12 o'clock, and I want to say Happy New Year to you."
After she finished speaking, Wen Shaoqing's expression became more and more strange, staring at her without speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
She couldn't help lowering her head and touching her forehead. What the hell did she say? It's better not to say anything!
After a while, his chuckle suddenly came from his ears, "Happy New Year."
She suddenly looked up at him, at that moment, his eyes were peaceful and deep, with a gentleness she had never seen before, and the restlessness in her heart was quickly erased, as if returning to the afternoon when they first met, he also smiled at her like this Said, Cong Rong, we have met.
After a few people set off a whole box of fireworks, they went back to pay New Year's greetings to the elders, received red envelopes, and went to bed contentedly.
Before going to bed, Cong Rong was lying down and swiping Moments. Most of them were auspicious words about New Year’s greetings, posting New Year’s Eve dinner and showing affection. She flipped through them absent-mindedly, then stopped suddenly, and pulled back the Moments she had swiped past. Go back to the middle of the screen.
Tens of minutes ago, Wen Shaoqing posted a Moments, it should be when they were setting off fireworks, they used the photo that Zhong Zhen took just now, with the simple eight words, I am lucky to be with you for the rest of my life.
Several years apart on New Year's Eve, with similar backgrounds and the same back view, it can be vaguely seen that the girl in the photo is the same person as the "I don't miss her" in the first circle of friends.
On New Year's Eve when the fireworks were set off, a few years ago it was one person, but now it is a couple.
It's not just him who is really lucky, I'm really lucky for your deep affection.
She no longer remembers what she was thinking when she was watching the fireworks on the roof that year, but now she is full of luck, he is right, start cautiously and end well.
Cong Rong is used to staying up in bed at ordinary times, and it is not easy to sleep until the sun is high when you are a guest at someone else's house, so I set the alarm clock specially, and got up early in the morning on the first day of the new year, yawning day after day, after washing up, I opened the door and found a bag hanging on the door , she opened it and looked at it, then froze.
It was the shirt she left on him last time.
Wen Shaoqing really embroidered a pattern on it, but it was not the white-headed mandarin duck picture that Wen Rang said, but a few fresh green plants, spreading from the right shoulder to the lower left waist. A piece of green is also dotted with very chic small flowers.
Cong Rong thought that Wen Rang was joking last time, but she didn't expect that Wen Shaoqing really had this kind of skill. She was moved in her heart, turned around and went back to the room to change it before going out again. Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, she ran into Wen Shaoqing and Rang Yirang, he should I just came back from my morning exercise, and I was wearing sportswear. In the cold winter, my whole body was steaming.
Wen Shaoqing looked at her in surprise, "I want to wake you up so early."
Cong Rong turned her neck guiltily, embarrassed to say that she wanted to make a good impression on their family, and blurted out "I can't sleep well after changing the bed" and fooled it.
Fortunately, Wen Shaoqing didn't ask any more questions. He stared at her for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the pattern of the shirt, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Not bad."
Cong Rong also looked down and tried to hold back his smile, "Dr. Wen is really skilled. He can embroider flowers when he is performing surgery on patients, right?"
It was rare for Wen Shaoqing to have anger on his brows, and he turned around to leave. Cong Rong put away his teasing at the right time, and pulled him back to change the subject, "Are you kidding, what kind of flower is this?"
Wen Shaoqing's expression froze, his momentum suddenly lowered, and his words became vague, "The name is not important."
Cong Rong felt weird, "What is it called?"
Wen Shaoqing spit out two words quickly, "...cinnamon."
Cong Rong felt familiar, frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "The seasoning?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Almost. But its twigs are a kind of traditional Chinese medicine called Guizhi. Guizhi is a good thing. Its nature and flavor are pungent, sweet, and warm. It enters the lung, heart, and bladder meridians. It is commonly used to treat interior cold. Inner medicine. The first prescription in Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" is Guizhi Decoction, known as the No. 1 prescription in the world. The same amount of Guizhi Paeoniae Alba, ginger, jujube, and licorice are boiled on low heat, and the muscles are released to adjust the camp and the body. Sweating from the void."
Cong Rong still felt awkward, "I didn't say it was bad, but the name..."
Who would wear seasoning on their body? Mobile seasoning packets
Wen Shaoqing reminded her tactfully, "Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and the name of the medicine may not be nice..."
Cong Rong looked at him, still feeling strange, "But you are a western doctor."
"I see." Wen Shaoqing restrained his expression, "Next time I will embroider a few lancets."
Anyway, it was his intention, I don't know how much energy was spent, Cong Rong didn't dare to dislike it, and smiled flatteringly, "But the appearance is quite good-looking."
Wen Shaoqing glanced at the pattern, "It's not because it looks good."
Cong Rong was curious, "What is that?"
Wen Shaoqing looked at her with a particularly thought-provoking smile, "When a flower blooms, it will bear fruit. The fruit is called osmanthus, which has a good meaning."
Cong Rong frowned and repeated in a low voice, "The meaning? Guizi?"
Wen Shaoqing raised his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Yes, Guizi Guizi, you got your son early."
Cong Rong suddenly pulled back the corner of his clothes from his hand, and turned around to go back to the room to change.
Wen Shaoqing stopped her, "What's wrong?"
Cong Rong glared at him, "I want to replace it."
Wen Shaoqing was inexplicable, "It's pretty, why change it?"
Cong Rong snorted coldly, "What do you think?"
Regardless of her struggle, Wen Shaoqing took her hand and walked out, "Let's go, let's have breakfast."
When we arrived at the restaurant, Wen Shaoqing's so-called "wait for us to have breakfast" was obviously nonsense. There was no one in the restaurant, so Cong Rong began to set the dishes, and Wen Shaoqing went to the kitchen to serve porridge.
She had just set it up when there were hurried footsteps behind her, followed by a quick shout, "Cong Rong, come here quickly."
As soon as she turned her head, Wen Shaoqing rushed in, quickly put the porcelain bowl of porridge on the table, then put her hands on her earlobes, and sighed, "Ah, it's so hot. "
Cong Rong's ears felt hot. He took a shower and changed his clothes after morning exercise. Standing so close, she could faintly smell the damp shower gel on his body, which smelled very clean. The heat in her ears slowly It faded away, but her face suddenly became hot, and she frowned at him, "What are you doing?"
Wen Shaoqing lowered his head and approached her face, and explained solemnly, "Put it on the earlobe and your hands won't burn, common sense, don't you know?"
"Of course I know this is common sense! But the problem is..." Calmly stopped in the middle of speaking, lowered his eyes before staring at it again, "Why are you putting it on my ear?"
As soon as the voice fell to the door, there was a cough and a small laugh.
The two looked towards the door together, and saw the excitement and unspeakable faces of Chen Tu and Sanbao standing at the door, and then realized how ambiguous their posture was just now.
From the perspective of the two, they couldn't see the expressions of Wen Shaoqing and Cong Rong clearly, but could only see vague movements, as if he was holding her face and was about to kiss it, while she was slightly raising her head to cater.
Cong Rong probably also realized this problem, pushed Wen Shaoqing away, subconsciously touched his earlobe with his right hand, lowered his head and frowned, and he started teasing her on the morning of the first day of the new year! This day can't be passed!
The other party, Wen Shaoqing, asked the taste of the two without changing his face, "Auntie made tofu nao, I'll serve it, do you eat sweet or salty?"
As soon as Sanbao heard the food, his eyes lit up, and he jumped in, "Salty, salty, eating sweet early in the morning will make you fat!"
Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, "Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes."
Sanbao held his face in his hands, and asked cutely, "Brother, you mean that I eat less, and I won't gain weight with this amount?"
"I mean," Wen Shaoqing said slowly, "you've eaten so much, even if it's salty, you'll still gain weight."
"Ah!" Sanbao rolled into Chen Tuo's arms in the next second, "We saw something we shouldn't have seen just now, and my brother is going to silence me!"
Chen Tu laughed uncontrollably.
Maybe it was because Wen Shaoqing's embroidery was so good, Sanbao approached Cong Rong as soon as he saw it and asked, "Rongrong, where did you buy this dress, it's quite unique."
"Uh..." Cong Rong lied without changing his face, "It's made to order."
"Oh~" Sanbao nodded, "Give me the address later, and I'll order one too."
Just as Cong Rong was about to say something, he was interrupted by Wen Shaoqing who came back from the kitchen, "That master washed his hands in a golden basin and stopped taking jobs."
Sanbao looked regretful, "That's it, forget it."
Wen Rang, who came in behind Wen Shaoqing, looked at the pattern, tilted his head slightly and smiled at Wen Shaoqing, with an unfathomable expression on his face.
Wen Shaoqing looked back not to be outdone.
The uncle and nephew were competing, and the four elders arrived, and a group of people began to have breakfast.
Grandma Wen looked at Cong Rong and Zhong Zhen with a smile, "Are you not used to living in a bungalow?"
Zhong Zhen sipped the porridge with a smile, "No, I really like courtyard houses."
Cong Rong also nodded with a smile.
"Just like it." Grandma Wen asked with a smile, "What do you want for lunch?"
Wen Shaoqing glanced at Cong Rong, and said to Grandma Wen, "She is a foodie, she loves to eat everything."
Grandma Wen was a little surprised. She looked at Cong Rong, then at Sanbao, then at Cong Rong, with a puzzled face, saying that she agreed with Sanbao as a foodie, but Cong Rong...it didn't look like one at all.
"She hides deeply." Wen Shaoqing leaned over and stared at Cong Rong at close range, "You didn't eat enough last night, did you?"
Cong Rong was exposed, and became angry from embarrassment, and it was not easy to do anything to Wen Shaoqing in front of Grandma Wen, so in the end he could only sit there blushing and not speak.
Later even Zhong Zhen asked when he saw it, "Cousin, your dress is very nice, I haven't seen you wear it before."
Cong Rong's expression suddenly became weird, and he glared at Zhong Zhen. Several people at this table had dealt with traditional Chinese medicine, so how could they not know this pattern, and how could they not know the meaning of "guizi"!
Sure enough, Father Wen looked at and exchanged glances with Mother Wen, and commented with a smile, "Not bad."
Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen have dealt with traditional Chinese medicine all their lives, and they recognized that the acupuncture method was Wen Shaoqing's, so they also showed similar smiles, "It's not bad."
Cong Rong was ridiculed invisibly, she really felt wronged, she was really not in a hurry to give birth to a precious son...
After breakfast, Wen Shaoqing was called to the study by Grandpa Wen. Sanbao had been coveting the Wen family's herb garden full of Chinese herbs for a long time, so he took Chen Tuo to observe it, and Cong Rong planned to go back to his room to catch up on sleep.
She had just returned to the room when Zhong Zhen, who was belatedly aware of it, suddenly rushed in, grabbed Cong Rong and asked, "This is embroidered by my boss?!"
Cong Rong looked at him with contempt, "Your reflex arc is so long that it can go around the earth and tie a bow!"
The expression on Zhong Zhen's face changed from shock to excitement, "Cousin! Let's hang this dress on the hospital forum and sell it! Professor Wen produced it, and it will definitely sell for a big price!"
Cong Rong didn't bother to pay attention to him, and changed his sitting position on the sofa to play with his mobile phone. Zhong Zhen talked to himself for a long time, and then suddenly shouted, "Wait! My boss can embroider?!"
Cong Rong raised his head and warned him, "Don't speak out!"
Zhong Zhen covered his stomach and rolled around on the sofa, "Oh, I can't tell such a big gossip, my stomach is going to explode!"
Zhong Zhen rolled around for a while and sat up again, leaning in front of Cong Rong, "Cousin, cousin! Will you marry my boss soon?! He is my male god!"
Cong Rong continued to play with his mobile phone without looking up, and said perfunctorily, "He is your male god, not mine, you should marry him."
Zhong Zhen looked timid and afraid of death, "No, he is a man, and I am also a man. I will be beaten to death by my mother."
Cong Rong answered lightly, "It's okay, I will help you persuade my sister-in-law, and persuade her to treat her as your son, it's no big deal."
"..." Zhong Zhen felt strong malice.
Cong Rong soon received Wen Shaoqing's WeChat.
Come to the study.
Cong Rong quickly got up and went to the study.
Wen Shaoqing was the only one in the study, and he was sitting at the table writing something with a brush.
Cong Rong approached and looked over, "What are you doing?"
Wen Shaoqing dipped in the ink, licked the inkstone surface, raised his head and smiled at her, "Be a coolie, update the family tree."
Cong Rong couldn't help admiring, "Scholarly family is good."
Wen Shaoqing teased her from the bottom of his heart, "When you enter the Wen family's door, it will be yours too, and a daughter-in-law can be included in the family tree."
Cong Rong had been molested by him a lot, and he was more or less immune to it. He just pretended that he didn't hear it, and turned to look at the traditional Chinese medicine cabinet next to him with no expression on his face.
It is said to be a study room, but it is actually a pharmacy. One wall is full of medicine cabinets, each with small drawers. The names of the medicinal materials are written on the labels on the outside, and there are medicinal materials inside.
Cong Rong looked at it casually, and suddenly saw a nice name, "Wang Yuesha, this name is quite elegant."
While bowing his head to write, Wen Shaoqing said unhurriedly, "Watching the moon sand, go to clear eyesight, detoxify and kill insects."
Cong Rong was curious, opened the drawer and looked, "Is it herbal medicine?"
There was a smile in Wen Shaoqing's eyes, "Well... no."
"what is that?"
"Hare droppings."
Cong Rong's face froze, and he closed the drawer with a bang, and looked to the other side. It said Ye Mingsha, which probably wasn't a good thing, so he simply stopped asking, and finally found something he was satisfied with, "This is good, Bai Dingxiang. , is it lilac?"
There was an obvious smile in Wen Shaoqing's voice, "It's sparrow droppings."
"..." Cong Rong sighed inaudibly.
Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, and smiled more happily, "I told you this morning, things with good names may not be good."
Cong Rong was curious about the medicinal materials all over the wall just now, but now he lost his mood and looked at the names of medicinal materials on it boredly.
Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Wen Shaoqing looked up at her and continued to sort out the genealogy, "The medicine cabinet has seven rows of buckets, up, down, left, and right, so it is also called the Seven-Star Chest. Three grids, equal squares. Look at the sixth grid in the third row from the top of the second cabinet."
Cong Rong looked for it as he said, and the grid said Cistanche. Probably the medicinal material for nourishing the kidney that was mentioned last time when I was joking, right
She opened it to take a look, but it didn't look good, it could even be called ugly.
Wen Shaoqing's voice sounded again soon, "Do you remember what I said last time? Li Shizhen recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica": This thing is supplementary but not steep, so it has the name of calmness. Calmness, gentle appearance. Indications for five labors Seven injuries, tonifying the middle, removing cold, heat and pain in the stem, nourishing the five zang organs, strengthening yin, benefiting essence and qi, and multiplying children."
Many children? Cong Rong frowned, why did the topic come back to this? She sighed softly, and honestly went back to Wen Shaoqing to watch him write the genealogy.
However, Wen Shaoqing randomly tore a piece of paper from the table, put it in front of her, leaned forward and raised his hand to slowly write two words on the paper.
What he wrote was Cong Rong, not calm, nor cistanche.
This is the first time he has written her name, and it always brings a different kind of emotion when his own name is written by someone he loves.
After he finished writing, he didn't say much, and quickly withdrew to write the genealogy.
Cong Rong stared at the words in front of him for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze.
Those hands were already pretty, slender and clean with well-defined knuckles, and because they were holding the pen, the blue veins on the back of the hands were obviously raised, giving them a skinny beauty. These hands can hold both a knife and a pen. She suddenly wanted to know what he looked like when he was holding a scalpel. Thinking of this, her eyes slowly moved from his hands to his face, and he seemed to be aware of it. , the corners of his lips curled up calmly, and he opened his mouth slowly, "Leave flowers and emerald curtains, add fragrance to the red sleeves, and often hate love Changchun shallow. Is this what the ancients said about red sleeves adding fragrance?"
As soon as his words fell, Cong Rong felt a heat in his hand, and he held her hand and put it on his lap. Just holding her hand in one hand and the brush in the other, she wrote quietly for a long time before putting down the pen, "It's finished."
Cong Rong watched it for as long as he wrote it, and she woke up suddenly when he made a sound, pointing to something and asking, "Here...why is there a blank next to your name?"
Wen Shaoqing's expression suddenly became weird, "There is something wrong with the layout, I don't want to rewrite it." Cong Rong didn't think much about it, nodded, and raised his hand to rub his neck.
Wen Shaoqing turned to look, "What's wrong?"
Cong Rong turned his head, the expression on his face became more painful, "It's probably a stiff neck."
Wen Shaoqing rubbed her hands, supported her shoulders and signaled her to turn around, "Turn around, I'll give you a massage."
He stood behind her, stretched out his hand to gently support her head and turned it left and right, asking from time to time, "Does it hurt so much?"
When his fingers slid across the air in front of her, she could clearly smell the fragrance of the ink between his fingers, coupled with the clear breath on his body, Cong Rong suddenly felt hot.
Wen Shaoqing pressed the particularly stiff place on her shoulder, "Is it here?"
Cong Rong hummed in a low voice.
Mr. Wen brought Wen Rang to inspect the results, and met Zhong Zhen who was looking for Cong Rong at the door. The three of them greeted each other and just about to enter the door when they heard something was wrong with the voice inside.
A girl suddenly suppressed her voice, "Ah, take it easy."
Across a door, the male voice was a little vague, "It's not easy."
When the three of them looked at each other, another female voice struggled, "It hurts!"
"Be patient, you'll be fine soon!"
"Aren't you alright?"
"It's too tight, relax a little, I can't even move."
The male voice suddenly groaned, and the atmosphere in the room became even more ambiguous.
The three of them exchanged glances, and they all pushed the door open with a look of disbelief, "What are you two doing?!"
Cong Rong was sitting at the desk, and Wen Shaoqing was standing behind her, with his hands still on her shoulders. Both of them were neatly dressed.
Wen Shaoqing looked at the three people inexplicably, "She has a stiff neck, let me massage her."
Zhong Zhen looked embarrassed, he hesitated to speak for a long time before asking, "What is it too tight?"
Wen Shaoqing pointed to Cong Rong's neck, "Muscles, the muscles are too tight, you can't even press them."
Zhong Zhen looked at Cong Rong before asking Wen Shaoqing, "Then what's your name?"
Cong Rong gave Wen Shaoqing an embarrassed look, then turned to explain, "It hurts too much. I couldn't hold back the pain for a while, so I pinched his thigh."
Wen Rang glanced at the two of them, and said lightly, "It's just a massage, why are you two acting like... that?"
Cong Rong was puzzled, "What?"
Wen Shaoqing sneered at the doctor, and glanced at the three of them, "Would you like a bag of powerful decontamination powder?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mr. Wen's face, and he coughed lightly, "Is the genealogy finished?"
Cong Rong reacted for a while before he understood, then his face flushed, he found an excuse to slip away, and Zhong Zhen chased him out.
When Cong Rong went out, Wen Shaoqing took up a pen and added two words in the blank space next to his name, and then showed it to Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen looked through it carefully, and suddenly stopped when he saw the end, and raised his eyes to take a deep look at Wen Shaoqing.
Wen Shaoqing looked at him frankly, "What's wrong?"
Mr. Wen took a while to look away, and said lightly, "Just this once."
Wen Shaoqing nodded, he would only have such a wife in his life, of course only once.
Wen Rang took the genealogy and glanced at it, saw it too, and muttered mockingly, "Such a shameless person, I can't wait to write it in the genealogy before I pass the door, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at!"
Wen Shaoqing smiled wantonly, "Sooner or later he will be mine."
"Sooner or later?" Wen Rang snorted at the doctor, "You will have a child sooner or later, why don't you write the child's name?"
Wen Shaoqing nodded in agreement, "Don't tell me, I really thought about it."
After speaking, he took the genealogy tree back from his hand very quickly, turned back to the table and added two more names under his and Cong Rong's names, Wen Qing, Wen Gu, and then handed it back again.
The old man was so angry that his beard trembled, "Is the genealogy made by you?"
Wen Shaoqing was full of innocence, "I'm not messing around, I'm serious."
Mr. Wen patted the table, "Get out!"
Wen Shaoqing immediately turned around and went out, "Oh."
Just as Wen Rang was proud, he saw Mr. Wen glaring at him, and his heart trembled, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Mr. Wen patted the table, "Look at your nephew, you already have children, and you don't even have a wife yet!"
Wen Rang laughed, "Where does he have a child? Isn't it just a name, I can also write it!"
Mr. Wen said quietly, "Aren't you a monk?"
Wen Rang immediately bowed down and apologized sincerely, "Dad, I was wrong..."
On the second day of junior high school, Zhong Zhen was going to be on duty at the hospital, and had to go back to the city after lunch. Cong Rong didn't want to bother Wen's house anymore, so he left with Zhong Zhen, and Wen Shaoqing stayed in the old house to accompany his elders.
It's just that Cong Rong didn't expect that she would start to suffer from insomnia on the second day of the new year, and she couldn't bear it for a few days. Fortunately, Wen Shaoqing will start work tomorrow, and she has already returned to live today. She glanced at the time and saw that it hadn't arrived yet. It's 11 o'clock, isn't it a disturbance
Thinking of this, she quickly sat up from the bed and went to the opposite door.
It took Wen Shaoqing a long time to open the door, probably just after taking a shower, her hair was slightly wet, and a few strands of hair were lying lazily on her forehead, she looked lazy and casual, but her eyes hidden behind were dark and deep, lining her The lines of the facial features became clearer and more beautiful, and she was in a trance.
He was also taken aback when he saw Cong Rong, and laughed and teased, "Lawyer Cong, what is your intention in knocking on the single man's door in your pajamas in the middle of the night? Can I also ask the lawyer to send you a lawyer's letter to sue you for harassing me?"
Cong Rong nodded hastily, and stood at the door without going in, "Okay, I'll introduce you to a lawyer later, with a discount. Let me talk about my problem first, I have insomnia for several days..."
Wen Shaoqing interrupted her, "Have you heard of Qiu Bu Dong Zang?"
Cong Rong was completely unaware of the routine and shook his head seriously.
Wen Shaoqing said in a serious way, ""The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" said: "Winter and March, this is called closed storage, the water is ice and the ground is open, without disturbing the sun, lying down early and getting up late, you must wait for the sun, so that your aspirations will be hidden. If you have selfishness Meaning, if you have obtained it, you can warm it when you get rid of the cold, without venting the skin, so that the Qi will be seized. This is the answer to the winter Qi, and the way to nourish and store it.'”
Cong Rong thought it was related to the treatment of insomnia, so he asked, "How to hide?"
Wen Shaoqing's expression suddenly became subtle, "Hiding the sun, bask in the sun more. To hide the god, the heart is the viscera of the hidden god, the official of the monarch, the foundation of life, and the master of the five internal organs. Therefore, if you are hurt by emotions, the first heart is sad, and the second is the heart." And the corresponding viscera, leading to the disorder of visceral qi. In winter, everything is closed, and the human mind should also be hidden."
Cong Rong continued to ask, "What else?"
Wen Shaoqing spit out two words quickly, "Zangjing."
Cong Rong frowned, "Which spirit?"
Wen Shaoqing said slowly, "Who are you talking about?"
Only then did Cong Rong come to his senses, "Zang Jing, what did you tell me to do?! I didn't!"
Wen Shaoqing circled around, and finally came back, "I'm telling you to be careful, don't catch my fire."
Cong Rong frowned, "I didn't either!"
Wen Shaoqing raised her eyebrows, "Then what are you doing knocking on my door in the middle of the night wearing pajamas and not wiping your hair?"
Cong Rong was speechless, "I am insomnia!"
Wen Shaoqing corrected her thinking with a good attitude, "Women who have no sex life and do not have children are more likely to have endometrial cancer and breast cancer. In fact, sex life is like eating. You can't eat indiscriminately, and you can't be hungry. Appropriate is fine."
Cong Rong turned his face, "Medical students are a bunch of hooligans!"
Wen Shaoqing paused, and asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to sleep with me?"
Cong Rong roared, "Of course not! Aren't you a doctor? I'm describing the condition."
Wen Shaoqing looked up at the clock on the wall, "I'm off work."
Cong Rong restrained his hostility, and asked with a good attitude, "Can you hypnotize?"
Wen Shaoqing looked at her incredulously, "Am I Doraemon?"
Cong Rong didn't give up, "Really not?"
Wen Shaoqing looked at the green gray in front of her eyes, felt a little distressed, and pulled her in, "Come in first."
After Cong Rong entered, Wen Shaoqing asked a few simple questions, "Have you heard of ASMR?"
Cong Rong shook his head.
Wen Shaoqing explained, "Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, the Chinese translation is 'spontaneous sensory meridian response', also known as intracranial orgasm. A unique, pleasant stimulation in the back or other areas of the body can promote sleep and improve sleep quality. There is little or no scientific explanation or experimental data to support this phenomenon. The scientific and medical communities It's very controversial, but you can try it."
Cong Rong thought for a moment, "How to try?"
Wen Shaoqing flattened one of the sofa pillows, patted it, and said, "Lie down."
After Cong Rong lay down, Wen Shaoqing motioned to her, "Go in."
Cong Rong was obedient and moved to the side again, but Wen Shaoqing also lay down next second.
She looked at Junyan who was close in front of her eyes, and immediately widened her eyes, "What are you doing?!"
Wen Shaoqing took it for granted, "Help you cure your insomnia."