"Do you know why Issei, Sanri and the others even stay with me to eat?"
In the study room, the conversation between Wang Zhong and Wen Ju'an continued.
Wen Ju'an shook his head and guessed: "Is it because Uncle Qiao is too busy?"
Wang Zhong looked at Wen Ju'an, who had a delicate face and was wearing a beautiful floral dress. He sighed and said, "Actually, compared to Yicheng and Sanli, you are much happier than them."
Wen Ju'an didn't know why Wang Zhong said that, so he guessed and asked, "Is it because brother Yicheng and Sanli's mother passed away?"
Wang Zhong shook his head and said: "This is the main reason, but it is not all. There are some reasons that you don't know."
Wen Ju'an blinked and looked at Wang Zhong curiously: "Is there any other reason?"
Wen Ju'an's eyes were somewhat questioning: "What's the reason?"
Girls are not usually very curious, especially since Sanli is Wen Ju'an's good friend who he just met not long ago.
Wang Zhong said: "You have met Sanli's father several times. What kind of person do you think he is?"
Wen Ju'an thought for a while, and the figure of Qiao Zuwang appeared in his mind, but then he shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he seems to be quite kind, right?"
Wen Ju'an was young and had little experience and knowledge, so he naturally didn't know how to look at people.
Wen Ju'an felt that Sanli's father was pretty good and kind. This was because Qiao Zuwang knew that Wen Ju'an had a good family background, so he always smiled and had a great attitude when he saw her. But listening to what Wang Zhong said, there seemed to be something wrong with this. Some secrets that she didn't know about.
Wang Zhong didn't say much, he just briefly talked about Qiao Zuwang's glorious past. Wen Ju'an frowned at first, but the more he talked about it, the more strange his expression and reaction became.
In the end, he even said with emotion: "It would be great if my mother treats me the same way Uncle Qiao treats Sanli and the others!"
After hearing this, Wang Chongtong Kong Weisuo couldn't help but shook his head.
"You! You are so blessed that you don't know how to be blessed!" Wang Zhong said: "You envy Sanli and the others, and Sanli and the others also envy you!"
"I don't have to worry about food and clothing, I have a good family background, and I have a mother and uncle who love me. I want whatever I want! If nothing else, as long as you live like this, who wouldn't envy this area around my house?"
Wen Ju'an did not speak, lowered her head, and chose silence, but her silence also showed her attitude. It was obvious that she did not agree with Wang Zhong's words.
Wang Zhong just said it casually and did not dwell too much on this topic.
"Like you this time, running away from home in anger will not do anything except make those who care about you fearful and worry, and search everywhere for you."
"Do you know what is the most important thing that distinguishes adults from minors besides age?" Wang Zhong suddenly changed his tone.
Wen Ju'an didn't react. He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Wang Zhong and asked, "What is it?"
"Mature!"
"Mature?"
Wang Zhongdao: "An adult, even when he is furious, will maintain the last trace of reason and not let anger dominate his thoughts and actions, causing harm to himself and the people around him!"
Wen Ju'an seemed to understand something but not quite.
Wang Zhong continued: "Just like you this time, it was just a quarrel. You felt angry and wronged. In anger, you ran out of the house alone in the middle of the night without caring."
"As I said just now, if you encounter danger on the road, you are a weak woman and have no power to restrain a chicken. What can you do? What can your mother and father do?"
Wen Ju'an had a look of shame on his face and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Wang Zhong did not mean to stop: "If I were you, first of all, I would definitely not run away from home. Secondly, I would secretly grit my teeth and swear to study hard and study hard. After one year, I will successfully pass the entrance examination of my favorite university. University, and then moved from home to school openly. While going to school, he found ways to make money by himself, gradually got rid of dependence on his parents, and used his actual actions to tell them that he was already fully mature and could live independently. of adults.”
"Take the university entrance exam?" Wen Ju'an asked, "Why do you have to take the university entrance examination?"
"Because going to college is the easiest way for you to realize your own life value and achieve your dreams without relying on your mother and uncle!"
"Because all the knowledge you have learned in these twelve years from elementary school, junior high school, to high school is to lay the foundation for learning more advanced knowledge in college."
Wen Ju'an nodded thoughtfully.
"Arguments and arguments are just the helpless wails of the weak. Don't you think your mother controls everything for you and arranges everything for you? Then use your own efforts and your actual actions to tell her , even without her arrangements, not only can you live well, but you can also live a happier and more exciting life."
"I...can I?" Wen Ju'an looked at Wang Zhong with stars in his eyes, but there was unconfidence in his expression and words.
Wang Zhong smiled slightly and said: "Ju'an, you are a smart boy. As long as you are willing to work hard, why can't you do it?"
"Nothing is unachievable."
"The key depends on whether you are willing to work hard for it!"
"I do!"
Wen Ju'an blurted out without thinking, and even felt a little excited.
"If that's the case, I can provide you with some help after you finish your re-study and successfully enter college!"
Wen Ju'an asked: "Provide help? What help?"
"The time has not come yet, so there is no use saying it now!"
"That's pretty much what I want to say to you. Think about it yourself."
"Yes!" Wen Ju'an nodded heavily and looked at Wang Zhong with a bit of firmness in his eyes: "I remember!"
The next day, early in the morning, before breakfast, Wen Qinghua and Wen Qingxue arrived outside Wang Zhong's house.
"Mother Ju'an? Teacher Wen!" Tattooed Ma Suqin, who was washing vegetables by the pool in the courtyard, turned to look and hurriedly said hello.
Seeing Wen Qingxue and Ma Suqin was indeed quite surprising, but the surprise disappeared immediately.
"Su Qin!" Wen Qinghua also shouted back!
"Where's Ju'an? Where is she?" Wen Qingxue asked impatiently.
Ma Suqin pointed to the room where Ju An was and said, "Maybe I was too tired yesterday and I'm still asleep in the room right now. I didn't hear anyone getting up!"
"Ju'an!" Before Ma Suqin could finish her words, Wen Qingxue rushed into the house impatiently.
"Sorry, my sister..."
"I understand!" Before Wen Qinghua could explain, Ma Suqin interrupted Wen Qinghua: "Teacher Wen, please go in and see Ju'an!"
Wen Qinghua nodded and followed in.
"Ju'an!" As soon as Wen Qingxue saw Wen Ju'an, tears filled her beautiful eyes. No matter how strong and independent a woman is, she will always be vulnerable. The most vulnerable part of Wen Qingxue is undoubtedly Wen Ju'an's daughter.
But after seeing her daughter lying on the bed with her eyes closed and breathing evenly, Wen Qingxue was filled with words, but she couldn't say them out.
Wen Qinghua moved a stool to the bedside and let Wen Qingxue sit. He stood next to it, holding Wen Qingxue's shoulders.
Wen Qingxue leaned against Wen Qinghua, but her gaze remained motionless as she looked at Wen Ju'an, looking at the sleeping face. Thinking of what happened last night, she felt mixed emotions in her heart, but most of all, she felt for her daughter. Caring.
Although she had received the news from Wen Qinghua last night that her daughter was safe and sound, as a mother, Wen Qingxue felt relieved after seeing it with her own eyes.
"Sister! Let's go out and sit and wait!" Wen Qinghua leaned over and whispered in Wen Qingxue's ear.
Wen Qingxue shook her head and said, "Go ahead!"
Wen Qinghua said nothing and quietly withdrew.
After a while, Wen Ju'an on the bed suddenly frowned almost unnoticeably. Before Wen Qingxue could make any move, Wen Ju'an suddenly rolled over and turned over to sleep on his side, with his face facing the outside of the bed where Wen Qingxue was. .
The messy hair also covered her face as Wen Ju'an turned over. Wen Qingxue carefully reached out her hand, picked up the scattered hair one by one, and placed it behind her ears, revealing her delicate and pretty face. come out.
Wang Zhong returned home with Sanli, Simei and Qiqi who had finished their morning training. Breakfast for the top two was almost done. Wang Zhong chatted with Wen Qinghua for a few words.
Sanli, Simei and Ma Suqin filled a grate full of steaming vegetable porridge, fragrant scallion pancakes, and the xiaolongbao just taken out of the steamer from the kitchen, and piled them into a hill-like shape. .
Fortunately, Wen Qinghua had eaten at Wang Zhong's house many times, so he already knew about Wang Zhong's appetite, so he didn't have to be surprised.
"Tsinghua, has Ju'an's mother had breakfast?"
Wen Qinghua shook his head and said, "She is definitely not in the mood to eat now. Let's wait until Ju'an wakes up!"
"It's okay, uncle, I've already saved some. It's enough for Ju An and Aunt Wen."
Yicheng is busy with schoolwork, business, and morning exercises. He has no time to stay for breakfast. He even eats very little lunch and dinner at home. Most of the time, he either eats in the cafeteria or Deal with it casually outside.
Especially now that Yi Cheng is busy taking the postgraduate entrance examination, he even has less to worry about business matters and wishes he could devote himself to reviewing.
"Okay, let's eat first!"
Simei and Qiqi couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Wang Zhong spoke, they couldn't wait to reach out their hands. One picked up the xiaolongbao, and the other grabbed the scallion pancake with a folded newspaper and started to eat.
It was Wen Qinghua, whose eyes kept glancing toward the back room, and his eyes were not very calm.
It is reasonable for Wen Qinghua to behave like this. After all, the two people in the room are his closest relatives, and there was such a fuss last night. Wen Qinghua is particularly familiar with the temperament of his sister and niece. It is inevitable that there will be some worries.
After breakfast, it was already half past eight. There was no movement in the room, and Wen Qingxue had no intention of coming out. Ma Suqin and Sanli quickly packed up the bowls, and Erqiang and Wang Zhong said something and went out.
In recent years, Erqiang's skills have gradually improved. Wang Zhong said that in two years, he would lend him money to open a restaurant. Erqiang knew that he had no ability. He was not as smart as his friend Niu Ye, not as capable as his elder brother, and not as careful as Sanli. There is no such thing as Si Mei, who is so smart that she can’t study, go to university, or start a business.
The second strong man simply didn't have much expectations for the future. Ever since he learned the craft from Wang Zhong, he had always hoped to open his own restaurant and cook for his uncle and brothers and sisters every day.
If he just asks for a hard-working, capable, decent-looking girl to be his wife, and has a few children, then he will be satisfied in this life.
This is what Wang Zhong likes most about the top two. Although they are a little stupid, they still know how to be satisfied and have self-awareness.
They had just eaten and it was not advisable to exercise strenuously. Simei could only take Qiqi to play in the courtyard, while Wang Zhong and Wen Qinghua sat under the eaves and chatted.
After Sanli and Ma Suqin had finished cleaning up in the kitchen, there was finally movement from the bedroom in the back room.
"mom?"
When he opened his eyes, the first person he saw turned out to be his mother. Wen Ju'an's mind was still a little confused, but it suddenly shut down.
"Ju'an! You're awake!"
When Wen Qingxue's voice reached his ears, Wen Ju'an felt as if someone had poured cold water on him in the middle of winter. He immediately woke up, turned over and got out of bed, looked at Wen Qingxue in confusion, and his face instantly darkened.
"Why are you here?"
"I'll take you home!"
Looking at Wen Qingxue in front of him, Wen Ju'an said nothing. He put on his shoes and got out of bed, stood up and walked out. When he saw Wen Qinghua sitting under the eaves, he shrank, said nothing, and went straight into the shower room to wash up.
After the mother and daughter had the breakfast left by the second strongman, they said goodbye to Wang Zhong and Sanli, and Wen Ju'an was taken home by Wen Qingxue and Wen Qinghua.
As soon as the three Wen family members left, the Wang Zhong family returned to its usual peace.
Yicheng is busy outside all day long, Ma Suqin and Erqiang stay in the video room most of the time, Qiqi is taken by Ma Suqin, Simei goes to the dance teacher to learn classical dance every day during the day, and Sanli is stationed at the hospital. , while helping Wang Zhong, he also learned medical skills from Wang Zhong.
Three days passed like this. On this morning, Wang Zhong was setting the bones of an eight or nine-year-old boy in the hospital. The boy's arm accidentally fell and dislocated while playing, and he burst into tears. She screamed in pain. The hospital was not as close as Wang Zhong's medical center. The little boy's grandmother was also a frequent visitor to Wang Zhong's medical center, so she took the little boy to Wang Zhong's place first.
Wang Zhong asked the little boy's grandmother to hold her grandson. She held the little boy's dislocated hand with her left hand. He took out a White Rabbit toffee from his pocket with his right hand and said with a smile, "Uncle, can I give you some candy?"
With Wang Zhong supporting him, the pain in the little boy's arm eased a little, and his crying became quieter. He took the candy and turned to hand it to his grandma: "Grandma, peel it for me!"
Just as he turned his head, Wang Zhong's right hand pinched the little boy's shoulder with lightning speed, pulling and stretching it back. Hearing a "kacha" sound, the little boy immediately opened his mouth and burst into tears. .
"Doctor Xiao Wang..." The little boy's grandmother felt her heart was broken when she heard her grandson's cry. She immediately looked at Wang Zhong nervously and asked.
Wang Zhong smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, it's already taken care of!"
The little boy was crying and felt something was wrong. After a while, the pain stopped. He looked at his shoulder in confusion and tried to move it. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he turned to his grandma happily. Said: "Grandma, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
"It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore!" Grandma rubbed the little guy's head lovingly.
Wang Zhong poured some medicinal wine into the palm of his hand. After rubbing it to warm it, he squeezed the little boy's shoulder for about half a minute before saying, "It's nothing serious. It's just that the hand was just connected. No strenuous exercise for at least a week." , to prevent dislocation again.”
"Okay, okay! I'll remember it. Thank you, Doctor Xiao Wang. Thank you, Doctor Xiao Wang."
Wang Zhong looked at the little boy again and said with a serious face: "Little guy, remember, if it dislocates again, be careful not to be able to reattach it, or the hand will be amputated."
"Uncle Wang, what is amputation?" the little boy asked Wang Zhong with a confused look.
Wang Zhong made a gesture and said: "Amputation means cutting off your arm with a saw. From now on, you can only use one hand no matter what you do!"
"Wow~~~"
When the little boy was frightened by Wang Zhong, his expression immediately changed. He cried loudly and hid in his grandma's arms, shouting loudly: "I don't want amputation, grandma, I don't want amputation!"
He was afraid that Wang Zhong would conjure a saw out of nowhere and saw off his arm.
"If you don't want to have your leg amputated, just listen to your grandma and don't move."
After sending the little boy and his grandmother away, a person that Wang Zhong didn't expect suddenly appeared in the hospital.
