It was almost late at night when they came back. When they got out of the car, Tan Yu would groan in pain from time to time. Wen Liang suddenly said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight. Do you understand?"
Tan Yu nodded heavily, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped himself. After walking a few steps, he finally couldn't help it. He turned his head to look at Wen Liang's profile and asked in a low voice: "Why are you helping me?"
Wen Liang knew that he had doubts in his heart, but it was difficult to say that we were brothers in the previous life? He had to fool him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have no interest in men, and I have no intentions towards you."
Tan Yu also smiled, his eyes full of gratitude: "Okay, I won't ask anymore. But really, thank you!"
Wen Liang stretched out his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, pressing it gently: "Why are you saying these things? Go back quickly, your sister must be worried."
The two walked side by side towards the hospital building. The night was as cool as water and silent. Only the song they once sang lingered in their ears: Friends walk together for a lifetime, those days are no longer there, one word, a lifetime, a lifetime of love, a glass of wine!
The door of the inpatient department was locked. Tan Xue was waiting in the lobby on the first floor. Through the glass, she saw Wen Liang and Tan Yu appear at the end of the path. She ran to the nurse station and asked the nurse to open the door. A fat little nurse pouted and got angry. Tan Xue smiled and said nice things to her before she reluctantly came to open the door. Wen Liang knew it was time to test his eloquence as soon as he saw the nurse's face. He said with a grin, "Sister nurse, you are the most beautiful among all the nurses in Huatan Hospital. I will definitely marry you when I grow up."
The atmosphere was not open in those days, and the young nurse had never experienced being confessed to in person, especially when the target was a child, and her face immediately blushed. After opening the door, she looked a little shy: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the prettiest, there are still people prettier than me..."
Wen Liang was about to say something, but Tan Xue glared at him, holding back her smile as she took Wen Liang's hand and walked towards the stairs. Tan Yu followed behind him, looking at the conceited nurse, and said mischievously, "I also think you are the prettiest, sister! How about this, when I grow up, I'll duel with that guy, and whoever wins will marry me, okay?"
"Tan Yu!"
Hearing Tan Xue's slightly angry voice, Tan Yu stuck out his tongue and quickly followed.
The young nurse opened her mouth and her eyes became hazy: I was wondering why I still couldn’t find a boyfriend. It turns out that my Mr. Right hasn’t grown up yet…
"Brother Tan, you come to interfere right after I confess my feelings for you. Isn't that really unfair?"
"Brother Wen, when Cupid shoots his arrow, he never asks if we are friends?"
"Alright, you two little hooligans, shut up!"
After returning to the ward and putting Tan Yu to bed, Tan Xue insisted on sending Wen Liang out. Wen Liang refused several times but had no choice but to let her stay with him.
"If I had known this, I would have rather not gone up. You'll have to run again when you're tired."
Tan Xue chuckled and said, "Nothing, I'm not tired."
The two of them walked down the stairs slowly with flashlights, and only the sound of footsteps could be clearly heard in the empty corridor. Tan Xue was a girl after all, and she had a natural fear of the dark. She subconsciously pressed her body against Wen Liang, and their soft arms kept touching each other as they walked.
Wen Liang coughed lightly and said, "You are taking care of Tan Yu in the hospital, what about your job at the jewelry store?"
Hearing Wen Liang speak, Tan Xue breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "I've asked for a few days off and will go back to work when Tan Yu's condition is basically stable. My boss is a very good person and promised not to deduct my salary for these few days."
"Sister Tan, are you interested in changing jobs?"
"Um?"
Wen Liang stopped, turned around, and said softly: "An uncle has opened a store and is short of staff. I would like to invite you to work there... I am serious!"
Tan Xue's pretty face was not clearly visible in the dim night. She almost didn't think and said quietly: "Okay!"
"Don't worry, this is a legitimate business. I won't sell you to a small mountain village to be my wife."
Tan Xue chuckled, but didn't get mad like Wen Liang had imagined. She asked softly, "When do you start work?"
Wen Liang paused for a moment, and could no longer make jokes. Tan Xue was not very pretty, just delicate features, from an average family, plainly dressed, one of the thousands of ordinary girls, perhaps even the most inconspicuous one. But she was strong and independent, gentle and kind, had aspirations and dreams, and worked hard for this simple dream.
With a girl like this, Wen Liang seemed to understand a little bit why Tan Yu in her previous life suffered such desperate pain and cruel self-abuse after losing her sister.
Liu Tianlai parked the car at the gate of Diyuan Garden and said gently, "Zhao Xinchuan will report to the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government about what happened tonight. You will handle the case internally and try to make it a more influential case. Zhao Jianjun has been in the business for so many years. If you dig deeper, there must be a lot of explosive information. Remember, no matter what method is used, this man must be sentenced to death!"
Liu Tianlai has been in the public security system for many years and has seen too many black and white things, but he still did not expect that Wen Liang would put someone to death just to help his friend vent his anger. There was some worry on his face.
Wen Liang knew what he was thinking, so he smiled coldly, "Do you really think I put so much effort into this just to talk about the snow?"
Liu Tianlai's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He smiled and said, "Death penalty, no problem!"
Since when, a sixteen-year-old boy has been able to decide the life or death of a minor figure through his words.
But I wonder when Wen Liang will be able to decide the fate of so many important figures
Santana turned and drove away. Wen Liang tightened the collar of his windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets and walked back to the community. A senior security guard in the guard room was crawling on the table and picking up a few crumpled banknotes: "Fifty cents, one dollar, ten cents, two cents... One dollar and eighty-three cents, are you going to buy cigarettes or Lao Luotou's braised pork feet?"
Gao Baoan suddenly shuddered all over, and tremblingly wrote the following poem on a piece of white paper with a fountain pen:
"One dollar, fifty cents, twenty cents, ten cents,
Life is like water, flowing from high to low.
One dollar and eighty-three cents,
I bought cigarettes, but I can't afford pig's feet.
I bought pig's feet, but I can't afford cigarettes.
Dreams cry in the choice of reality.
This has nothing to do with pig's feet and cigarettes."
Gao Baoan wrote the 1,354th poem in his life. As a literary youth who dreamed of becoming a male Sanmao, in front of the cool breeze and bright moon, and in front of the fire in his humble room, the souls of Jia Dao, Fan Jin, Bodhidharma, and Wang Yangming possessed him at this moment. Without a doubt, he cried.
A few days later, a poem titled "Paper Money" was published in the Qingzhou magazine "Poetry", which had a large circulation. From then on, Diyuan Garden lost a security guard, and the lively literary world gained a capable person.
Wen Liang was lucky enough to have passed by the birthplace of a famous poem. Perhaps when Gao Baoan writes his memoirs many years later, he will write about this moment in this way: That night, I hibernated in the city and wrote the last period of "Paper Money". A young man in a windbreaker hurried past me. I know he is still young; he doesn't know that I am already old.
After knocking on the door of Room 602, Zuo Yuxi's pretty face appeared in front of him. She grabbed the door handle with one hand and supported herself on the door edge with the other, blocking Wenliang's body.
Zuo Yuxi at night is like a yellow scroll, burning with a warm and forgiving Zen heart from head to toe. I wonder who will be obsessed with whom when the Zen heart burns out and the clarity fades away
"It's too late. Men are not allowed to enter here."
Zuo Yuxi's cold expression could scare away countless men who secretly admire her, but it was a pity that Wen Liang was not secretly admiring her, but was ready to make a move.
"That's perfect, I'm still a boy!"
"Pah, who would believe that?"
Wen Liang was filled with grief and indignation, and shouted: "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated,..."
Before he could finish his words, Zuo Yuxi grabbed the collar of his windbreaker and pulled him in. He slammed the door shut with his toes, his bright eyes blushing, and he said coquettishly, "Why are you so shameless..."
Foreheads against foreheads, noses against noses, and a light mark is left on the red lips. This, maybe, maybe this is love!
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Is it a gift
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I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,
To finally deliver me into his hands.
People blame me for not paying attention to others; I also know that their blame is justified.
The market is over, the busy people have finished their work. Those who did not respond to my calls have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love,
Finally, he handed me over to him. The clouds gathered and the darkness deepened. Oh, love, why did you let me wait alone outside the door? (To be continued)