"Then you have to tell me," Zhuang Youjie said reluctantly, still not planning to let him go, "people need to communicate. Only with communication can the world progress. Can you understand?"
This is a topic that Zhuang Youjie talked about in class not long ago, but I didn't expect it to be used again now.
"Oh, I'm really impressed by you!" What Liang Yuanque couldn't bear all the time was his nagging, "You really are Tang Monk who has descended to earth again. Being a middle school teacher here is really an incompetence."
As he said that, Liang Yuanque took the backpack that he had hung on the back of the chair when he had just taken off his clothes, and dumped the contents onto the bed with a clatter, "Here, I'll tell you, you can see for yourself! "
What he dumped on the bed were some paper bags and bottles. The paper bags were all tied with twine and had no markings on them. Zhuang Youjie couldn't tell what was inside, but he felt that the packaging method was like Chinese medicine.
It was much easier to judge those bottles and cans. At that time, some of the medicine bottles prescribed in the hospital were brown and had labels in foreign languages.
Just those medicines that Zhuang Youjie could recognize were, according to a rough estimate, very expensive.
If in an ordinary family, there is such a patient who needs to take these kinds of medicines, then the whole family will go bankrupt.
At this time, Zhuang Youjie finally understood why Liang Yuanque needed money so much, and he was so crazy about making money.
This kid needs money to survive.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Youjie raised his head again, his expression unprecedentedly surprised.
If Liang Yuanque was taking all these medicines, then it is roughly estimated that this boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old had at least a dozen diseases.
"Obviously, I'm sick. I need to take medicine, lots and lots of medicine." Liang Yuanque's tone was very relaxed.
"On the outside I look like I'm running around, but on the inside I'm already rotten. I have all the diseases you can think of. Fortunately, medicine is becoming more and more advanced now. I take a combination of Chinese and Western medicine. It makes my life easier."
The surprise in Zhuang Youjie's heart still hasn't dissipated. What kind of person must be able to live with so many diseases? Shouldn't such a person be lying in the operating room of a foreign hospital, with all kinds of instruments and equipment strapped to his body? Pipe?
"It's very, very painful, isn't it?" Zhuang Youjie couldn't recover from the shock and stumbled out such a sentence.
"Fortunately," Liang Yuanque still had an indifferent tone, or he was used to it, and said something with a particularly philosophical style in this tone, "Living is inherently painful, and pain also proves that living is painful. .”
Zhuang Youjie can be considered a person who has read a lot of books, but he has never heard such a meaningful argument. He thought to himself that detectives deserve to be detectives, are they all so knowledgeable?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Youjie thought of another particularly curious thing, "Mr. Liang, have you ever been to school?"
Liang Yuanque's age happened to be at schooling age, but in today's world, not every child has the opportunity to enter school, but looking at Liang Yuanque's appearance, he was not illiterate.
"Been there before," Liang Yuanque reacted, then realized that he was actually answering Zhuang Youjie's silly question seriously, "Hey, no, do you think I'm illiterate?"
"Ah, no, no, no, of course not," Zhuang Youjie hurriedly explained, "I just think your knowledge and knowledge are profound and profound beyond your age."
Liang Yuanque laughed, the meaning of his laughter was unclear, and then said in a low voice, "Yuan Bo is a piece of shit."
Zhuang Youjie didn't hear clearly, so he stepped forward and asked again, but Liang Yuanque refused to say any more. He lay down on the boat and rolled over, leaving a bedside for him, "Since there is no food to eat, I will sleep first." Come on, don’t wake me up tomorrow morning!”
When Liang Yuanque got up the next day, Zhuang Youjie had already gone to the classroom. He was very tired and injured. He thought he might sleep until noon, but when he looked at the alarm clock on Zhuang Youjie's desk, he found that it was still very early. Zhuang Youjie must have just left.
He climbed out of bed holding the wound in his ribs. There were two bowls clasped together on the desk on one side. When he opened them, he saw that the steamed buns inside were still steaming.
"Tsk, he is obviously a young master, but he is unexpectedly considerate." Liang Yuanque sat down and sighed while eating.
While eating the breakfast left by Zhuang Youjie, he began to review yesterday's experience in his mind. In fact, he didn't gain much yesterday. The biggest gain could only be regarded as meeting Zhuang Youjie.
Liang Yuanque was used to working alone, but in some cases-solving work, it would be very difficult to rely on his own strength. He was planning to find a partner here, but he met an acquaintance.
If I feel really sleepy, someone will give me a pillow.
What surprised him even more was that Zhuang Youjie turned out to be the teacher of the missing female student's school, and he had a lot of information in his hands. If he hadn't met Zhuang Youjie, the "fake class teacher" would have been enough to detour him.
Liang Yuanque was thinking while eating steamed buns. Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He thought it was Zhuang Youjie who had come back and was about to open the door. However, the impatient person who knocked on the door couldn't wait any longer and pushed him away. Opened the door.
Liang Yuanque held a bun in his mouth and glared at the round-faced young man wearing glasses outside the door.
After opening the door, the young man was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of Liang Yuanque and screamed at the top of his lungs.
Liang Yuanque was startled by his appearance. He turned his head and looked behind him and shouted, but there was nothing behind him. There was only Zhuang Youjie's single bed and a messy quilt behind him.
He turned his head and looked at the young man again, "You are sick, what are you calling?"
The young man looked pale and trembling, and said tremblingly to Liang Yuanque, "You, you, you, who are you, a bandit?"
Liang Yuanque was very surprised. He chewed the bun and looked down at himself. His upper body was naked, his abdomen was wrapped with a faint bloody gauze, and his head was also wrapped with the same gauze. He looked like a man who had been beaten half to death. The bandits ran into other people's houses to steal food.
This round-faced young man has a dull look, and his performance is extraordinary for his appearance.
He actually stretched out a hand and made a movement that was both defensive and offensive. His shoulders trembled and he said, "You, what did you do to Teacher Zhuang?"
Liang Yuanque rolled his eyes, chewed the bun and said casually, "Chop it into bun filling, how about it?"
Unexpectedly, Silly Que actually believed it. He pushed back a step in fear, raised his chin, and pulled his head back. This was a very obvious withdrawal gesture.
However, it was his action that made Liang Yuanque realize that at this angle, this man's jawline was very similar to that of the asshole who slapped him with a brick yesterday!
