In the end, the Huayuan Road family was not sent to the cracks to get exposed to the rain, nor was they sent to the hospital. Because Li Zheng said that the teacher seemed to be alive and well, so he probably didn't need to go to the hospital.
Li Heping sensed a fraud and offered to go to the hospital, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Li Zheng. The five masters and apprentices returned to Huayuan Road neatly. The housekeeping aunt and the personal doctor came to visit one after another. Everything was arranged properly.
It wasn't until Li Heping was forced to lie on the bed at home to rest, with gauze wrapped around his body, and he was given unpalatable medicinal food, that he finally knew where the fraud lay.
If he were in the hospital, Li Zheng wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him all the time, and he would still be free. This time at home, I have a lot of freedom, and the medicated food is not as delicious as the white porridge in the cafeteria of the Third Hospital.
The most important thing is that all his apprentices turned against him. The considerate young apprentice came to give him a medicinal meal, told him to have a good rest, and then disappeared.
When I inquired about it, I found out that they were in the senior's room.
Yan Yueming felt a little sad when she saw the wilted lilies in Li Zheng's house. The flower he gave to his senior had lost its beauty before he could appreciate it.
He could only take the flowers and throw them away. When he came back, Li Zheng had just finished taking a shower and was leaning against the bathroom door.
Li Zheng glanced at the empty vase in his hand, and easily caught a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and asked nonchalantly: "Do you like flowers?"
Yan Yueming was slightly startled, then came to her senses, "Is it...like?"
Flowers are beautiful things, who wouldn’t love them?
Li Zheng didn't reply. Although he had taken a shower and the steaming steam restored some of his color, the injuries on his body and the sadness between his brows could not be concealed, and his movements against the door frame also showed a little tiredness. Yan Yueming watched him carefully all the time, fearing that he would fall down at some point, so he couldn't care less about whether he spent it or not.
"Yan Yueming." Li Zheng called him, and he went over. The look of wanting to reach out but hesitating could be seen in Li Zheng's eyes.
"Help me." Li Zheng took the initiative to speak, but Yan Yueming still hesitated for a moment. He stretched out his hand to help, and Li Zheng's somewhat weak body naturally leaned against him.
Such a tired posture made Yan Yueming heartbroken. He quickly and carefully helped the person to lie down on the bed. During the short journey, his thoughts went back and forth, which should not be explained to outsiders.
The senior's body temperature was a bit hot, and he was worried that he had a fever. Later, he realized that his ears seemed to be burning too, but he was sure that he definitely did not have a fever.
His body was stained with moisture from the seniors, moisture that he had brought from the bathroom and had not yet been wiped off. He smelled the scent of shower gel, which was very light and could calm the mind.
But his heart couldn't calm down.
"Senior, let me take your temperature." He kept himself busy. Although the doctor had already examined and bandaged the senior, he was still worried.
Li Zheng was very cooperative, and it was this cooperation that convinced Yan Yueming that he was in a bad state. Otherwise, how could the senior be so obedient? This is impossible.
Fortunately, the senior's body temperature is normal.
Yan Yueming breathed a sigh of relief and found that the senior's mouth was a little dry and cracked, so he went to pour him some water. There was a water dispenser in the room. Yan Yueming thoughtfully set the warm water, then returned to the bed and handed over the water, but Li Zheng did not take it.
"Come closer." Li Zheng was half-leaning on the head of the bed, with the curtains drawn.
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In a slightly dark room,
His eyes were slightly lowered, and his wet hair was half dry. Every detail was so tempting that Yan Yueming came closer unconsciously. He brought the cup closer, but Li Zheng still didn't take it, but took a sip from the cup.
The water soaked his lips, and Yan Yueming saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and while he was in a trance, Li Zheng's hand held his wrist. A familiar voice rang in my ears, "How is the injury on your arm?"
Yan Yueming glanced at his hand holding the water glass stiffly. His arm was wrapped with gauze inside his sleeve. This was an injury sustained in the clinic. It only scratched the skin and flesh, but did not damage the muscles or bones, so it was okay. Compared with other people's injuries, Yan Yueming didn't even feel that he was injured.
"It's okay." He replied quietly.
"You said it's okay because it's okay?" Li Zheng asked back.
ah? Then I should be fine?
Yan Yueming blinked, not knowing how to answer. His brain was a little short-circuited and could not handle the current question and answer. At this time, Li Zheng suddenly let go of his wrist. The warmth receded, his skin came into contact with the air again, his pores dilated, and the slight coolness made people feel a little uncomfortable.
It's weird, my heart is beating a little fast, and I can't think straight.
"Then, I'll go out first. Senior, you have a good rest." Yan Yueming didn't want the senior to notice. He just wanted the senior to have a good rest and not be distracted by other things, even his own matters. Can't.
Li Zheng stopped him again, "Are you leaving now?"
Yan Yueming paused, "Senior..."
"I got news about your aunt." Li Zheng stopped teasing him, took the water glass from his hand and put it on the bedside, changed to a more comfortable position, half-lying, and said: "She has companions In Hu Di, also, she is the one who plays the drum."
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nbsp; Yan Yueming was shocked, "Auntie played the drum?"
Li Zheng: "The drum in Hu Di, the sound of the drum can curb the invasion of world consciousness on human beings. She is beating the drum in Hu Di. She must have realized that the world consciousness has launched a counterattack against the real world and is helping us."
Yan Yueming's heart agitated when he thought of the drum sound that sounded at the critical moment, so somehow, his aunt helped him? Is his aunt saving him? He quickly asked: "What about my companion? Who is he?"
Li Zheng: "The homeless man on the 11th is one of them. That organization is called the Disbandment Association. The Gas Physics Bureau will conduct follow-up investigations. There is not much information available so far."
He did not comfort Yan Yueming too much, saying that Tang Qiao would be fine, but simply stated the facts calmly. But this already made Yan Yueming feel very happy. At least he knew that his aunt was not alone, she had companions.
The most important thing is that at least these companions will not be people like Su Qin, because the wanderer No. 11 helped him when he was in the silent neighborhood and was kind-hearted. Rounding it all off, it was his aunt who helped him.
My aunt is no longer by my side, but she is always there.
This realization made Yan Yueming's nose sore, and tears were about to fall as she thought about it. He was a little embarrassed, but this was in front of his seniors, and he felt it didn't matter.
"Thank you, senior." He looked at Li Zheng longingly, saying thank you, but his eyes seemed to be longing for something else.
So Li Zheng gave him a doll. The palm-sized white puppy, which he made with his own hands, was held in Yan Yueming's hand. From Li Zheng's perspective, it looked quite similar to him.
Yan Yueming
I took the puppy back to the house, put it next to Xiaolu, and named it "Xiaobai ()"
“……?()?[()”
Yan Yueming patted its head, and suddenly remembered the picture of the rabbit doll that Su Huizhi had posted online, and turned on his phone to take another look.
He didn't know that Li Zheng didn't go to sleep immediately, he was also looking at his mobile phone.
"They're crazy." This is his summary of all the disputes online.
Li Zheng put down his phone with a dark face and prepared to sleep. Ten minutes later, he couldn't sleep, so he opened his phone and took another look. His eyes were fixed on Su Huizhi's social account. Finally, he cut out and replaced it with the chat box with Su Huizhi.
He wants to type.
I closed my eyes and gave up again.
Life span will be shortened.
He told himself so. But if he just ignored it, he felt that Su Huizhi would kill him and fall in love with him in his dream, so he decisively blocked Su Huizhi.
The world is quiet.
Li Zheng finally fell asleep peacefully, while Yan Yueming on the other side, after muttering to the white puppy, welcomed an employee with a hundred taels of gold. One hundred taels of gold is the flower shop opened by Li Zheng.
"The boss asked me to send flowers." The employees brought a lot of flowers, including gypsophila, roses, roses, hydrangeas, everything, and they were full of flowers.
Yan Yueming was still a little curious, "Senior, did he say what these flowers are used for?"
"He said just let me give it to you. It should be displayed at home. He used to often bring flowers home." The employee enthusiastically stuffed the flowers into Yan Yueming's arms, but felt embarrassed. He asked: "Can I take a photo with you? Don't worry, I won't put the photo online without permission."
Yan Yueming was slightly startled, and later realized that she still had the halo of the protagonist on her head. Although after the operation of the Qi Xiang Bureau, the title of the protagonist is not dead and the storm has been successfully resolved, he has entered the public eye after all.
People on the Internet call him "Xiao Ming" and they call him affectionately.
Xiao Ming finally agreed to take a photo and took a photo with him holding flowers. The employee was very happy and showed him his profile picture - surprisingly it was the one Su Huizhi took for Yan Yueming.
"I'm your fan," he said.
Do I have fans now?
Until the employees left, Yan Yueming still couldn't recover. He was thinking for a while, what do people like about him? How did you become his fan? I was thinking for a while that the senior suddenly asked someone from the florist to send flowers. Could it be related to him? After all, the senior just asked him if he liked flowers.
If it's the latter, could it be that I'm thinking too much?
But my aunt also said: Xiao Ming, thinking too much is your shortcoming, but are you a person who makes up nonsense without factual basis? No, this shows that many of your ideas are born after you have the idea. You don’t need to think too much, you just need a little drive and a little boldness.
Thinking of this, Yan Yueming looked in the direction of Li Zheng's room and couldn't help but be lost in thought again.
Dahuang didn't understand him very much. He lay on the soft sofa and flicked his tail in boredom. After a while, it was attracted by a pillow and started playing with it.
Yan Yueming: "!!!"
That's the senior's favorite one!
Silk!
Help. !
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