"McKay... Si... what?" The manager in his thirties looked confused and had dew on his face.
Are these two migrant workers in camouflage uniforms, with the mud and water still wet on their bodies speaking their hometown dialect
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already in a semi-sleep state, but when they heard the manager's nonsense, they almost instinctively babbled out such words at the same time.
Hearing that Su Yun was also talking, Zheng Ren immediately closed his mouth and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort that the 44° water temperature brought to his body.
"Here, I'm just too tired and don't want to talk to you, but you shouldn't talk nonsense like this." Su Yun turned his head at an angle and said with his eyes closed.
"Nonsense? Feel your waist. There are really two dimples on your waist. Your kidney deficiency is already severe and you need to regulate your meridians." The manager looked a little embarrassed, but he still tried to explain.
"That's the lumbar socket. In terms of local anatomy, it's also called McCasling." Su Yun closed his eyes, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "They are the two concave sockets on the waist behind the back, and they are the buttocks." On both sides of the junction between the sacral vertebrae and the lumbar vertebrae. Also known as the dimples and dimples of Venus, they are one of the body surface signs of the model."
"..." The word "confused" was written all over the manager's face.
"If you want to sell cards, I don't care." Su Yun said: "But there must be something you can use, for example, the acupuncture points you massage are more accurate, the force is stronger, and you can't fool yourself subjectively. I am very struggling. Yes, general power is like touching me."
“…”
"There's nothing, you want me to apply for a card? Why? Just because of kidney deficiency?" Su Yun's smile became a little thicker, "Please, you have to be more professional when you lie to people. Your statement is outdated. , you must know how to keep pace with the times, otherwise... "
As he spoke, slight snoring sounded.
This guy is already asleep.
The manager's face turned red and he couldn't say a word, so he turned around and left.
The technician who massaged Su Yun was young, and his face turned red when he looked at Su Yun. But her redness and the manager's redness are two different concepts, a slightly shy one.
"Brother, how many kinds of essential oils are there..." The technician still had some sense and was still selling.
"He's asleep, just use the normal free ones." Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.
It’s really…
The little technician was a little unhappy, but when he saw Su Yun, he was directly killed by a side attack, then resurrected, and was killed again, life and death. After a few seconds, she looked at Su Yun blankly, thinking that it would be okay to make less money.
"Use some force, don't use your hands, use your elbow joints." Su Yun said in a daze.
Zheng Ren smiled and fell asleep soon.
An hour passed like this. By the time Zheng Ren was woken up, Su Yun had already put on his clothes, was breathing heavily, and said, "Boss, do you want something to eat?"
"Are you hungry?" Zheng Ren was not interested in eating. He just drank porridge and he didn't want to eat it.
"Boss, can you have some normal human instinct?" Su Yun said, "It's strange that I can feel full just by eating porridge. I'm hungry again now."
"I saw a barbecue stall on the roadside. I walked back and asked for ten skewers when I passed by."
"Ten, where are you feeding the rabbit?"
"Rabbits don't eat cooked meat."
While the two were chatting seriously, Su Yun went to the front desk to scan the QR code, pay the bill, and leave.
After watching the two people leave, several guests in the front hall gathered around and chatted.
"That young man is really good-looking."
"I know a lot, but Manager Fan went in and was immediately kicked out."
"It just doesn't look like he's very rich."
"What do you know? Rich people all drive nice cars and wear famous brands? You don't understand the temper of some rich people."
…
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were wandering on the way home. The neon lights were flashing, the lights were bright, and there was singing and dancing.
The momentary misalignment of behavior and perception made Zheng Ren feel a little dazed.
He tried to open his eyes and looked at the road. If he was not seriously injured on the front line, but accidentally broke his leg while walking in the imperial capital, and Director Kong awarded himself a third-class merit award, he would probably be laughed at for the rest of his life.
Wandering by a barbecue stall, Zheng Ren asked: "Hey, what kind of skewers do you want to eat?"
"For mutton, don't put cumin and less chili pepper." Su Yun said.
The barbecue stall was very busy, with several small tables packed with people and people waiting in line.
Zheng Ren felt tired just looking at it. It would take at least ten or twenty minutes for Chuan'er to be ready.
At this time, he just wanted to go home, fall on the bed and sleep in darkness.
"Sir, your sausage is ready!" the barbecue owner yelled.
A man squatting on the roadside smoking stood up, walked to the barbecue stall, held the cigarette in his mouth, and took the sausage.
When he turned around, his eyes met Zheng Ren's.
"Are you...Mr. Zheng?" The man was a little surprised and didn't dare to recognize him.
According to the manager of the massage parlor, he was dressed in camouflage uniform and the muddy water had not yet dried. It looked like he had come off the construction site.
No matter how ordinary he is dressed, you can recognize this person without hesitation, with a warm yet distant smile on his face.
But looking like this... Song Ying really didn't dare to admit it.
"Uh..." Zheng Ren hesitated and looked at the middle-aged man opposite, a little confused.
Not a little bit, but quite confused.
Who is this? Do you know him? Call yourself Mr. Zheng, are you from Haicheng
There was a flash of lightning in his mind, and in just a moment, Zheng Ren saw the grilled sausage in his hand.
Dongshishitiao, Tang and Song Food House, Song Ying, parathyroid dysfunction.
Several keywords instantly appeared in Zheng Ren's mind.
He's walking like a duck and limping. He seems to be well. Why is he still eating sausage
"Hello, Manager Song." Zheng Ren tried his best to smile, exhausted all his strength, and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. Zheng, I thought you, your noble man, were forgetful and didn't remember me." Song Ying smiled heartily, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Zheng Ren warmly but reservedly.
Su Yun was a little surprised. How could this guy with advanced face blindness recognize someone
Could it be that after going to the front line, all his orifices were opened
"Have you had the surgery?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I did it, and I took some medicine after the operation. Just like you said, I'll be fine soon." Song Ying said.
"Can grilled sausages bring you good luck?" Zheng Ren didn't say that he should eat grilled sausages as little as possible, but instead talked about luck.
"Same as before." Song Ying smiled slightly and said, "But haven't I gotten used to it over the years? The frequency and amount of food I eat now are much less. I also asked the relevant doctor, and he said that eating less is right. There will be no problem.”
Zheng Ren thought the same way. Song Ying didn't have any disease diagnosis in the system panel.
It looks like it's completely healed.
"Mr. Zheng, are you..." Song Ying asked in confusion when he saw Zheng Ren wearing such clothes, and the assistant beside him did the same.