Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy IX What Year Is Tonight

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The bookstore's business has not been very good.

With the advent of the electronic age, all media that use traditional paper as the carrier of communication seem to be gradually losing their vitality.

When many people pass by this bookstore, they are often very curious that this bookstore, which is only open at night, has not yet closed down.

Fortunately, their curiosity is limited,

after all,

There are so many things worth exploring in this world than this,

For example, why does my own child look more and more like one of my own children as they grow older.

If someone really seemed to have nothing to do, but happened to be reciting words at that time, and their luck was very weak, they might have some special surprises when they came to the bookstore at night.

Day after day, year...a year passed.

This year, on the whole, was uneventful.

"Dinner is ready!"

Yingying, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen, holding a huge casserole in her hand.

Yingying is very smart. No one can deny this. In the past year, her cooking skills have improved rapidly. She and Xu Qinglang split two days, and she cooks on one day.

table,

A plate of cold cucumber, a plate of shredded pork with chives, a plate of Cangzhou iron lion head, a plate of fried yam with fungus, and a pot of stewed chicken with mushrooms in the middle.

in addition,

There is also Yingying's homemade dish, lotus root cake, but mint leaves are added in it. In summer, take a bite of this. It is crunchy, not only refreshing, but also relieves greasiness.

"Huh, what a coincidence, I'm eating."

Lao Zhang appeared at the door of the study at the most suitable time.

In the beginning, when Yingying started cooking, Lao Zhang had been "unfortunately" for a long time, but later, after tasting Yingying's cooking skills, it has been "a coincidence".

"Yeah, what a coincidence, I also put an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."

The old man glared at Old Zhang angrily.

Lao Zhang was also polite, sat down and ate directly.

The world is in a hurry,

When many people are busy commuting to and from get off work, eating may be just a casual meal for them.

Takeaway, fast food, all kinds of rich forms that appear, in the final analysis, simplify and simplify the three meals a day.

It is really hard to find the meals that really endow meals with a connotation of "life" and "enjoyment", but the bookstore has retained and inherited them.

because,

Everyone is free.

A cook is a 200-year-old zombie with rich funeral goods,

A cook is a demolition household with more than 20 suites closely connected with the national fortune,

food,

in their hands,

Only then can we truly be endowed with the soul of "life".

The black girl brought a lot of melons and fruits, all of which were packed separately, some of which were to be delivered to Yue Ya and the others, and some were to be brought back to the police station by Lao Zhang.

The fruit produced by the bookstore is completely green, and it is definitely much more delicious than those sold outside, and it is also very face-saving to take it out as a gift.

A meal, eating happily.

It’s just that there are occasional gaps between people serving rice or drinking soup,

The eyes will glance at the sofa by the window,

However, on the sofa,

Without that familiar figure,

the days are too light,

Days that are too dull will always make people a little uncomfortable,

It's better to be salty,

pity,

lack of salt.

Lawyer An hiccupped.

put down the chopsticks,

Leaving the dining table, walked to the bar, picked up the Super Cup of coffee that Yingying made for him before the meal, and drank it with a "gulp".

in the phone,

There is one unread text message,

His kidney stone surgery appointment is due next Wednesday.

Lawyer An has always been quite satisfied with this body. It needs to have good looks and temperament, but it is easy to develop stones.

Lao Dao's health is good, but cancer is terrifying, especially for terminal cancer patients, it seems to have been sentenced to death in advance.

But some people have a good mentality, and such people are often prone to create some miracles.

For example, the old man who was judged by the doctor to have only three months left, has been no different from normal people except for going to the hospital for check-ups or chemotherapy every once in a while.

oh,

hair gone,

This is inevitable.

This made him look nondescript when he put on Taoist robes for a period of time, and passers-by thought he was a dual practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism.

later,

A female college student who was sponsored by Lao Dao specially came to Tongcheng to visit Lao Dao after she was admitted to Capital University;

After seeing the appearance of the old man, he cut off his long hair that he had kept for more than ten years the next day.

The process of making a wig is simple and complex, but a wig made of human hair can effectively avoid the problems of allergies and scalp inflammation.

These problems are only small problems for ordinary people, but they are a big trouble for the body of cancer patients.

The old man happily wears his wig every day,

get along with people

The family tells the story of the wig on his head,

Be kind and generous for decades,

He doesn't care about anything in return,

But any kind response can make him happy for a long time.

However, the latest inspection report showed that the cancer cells had spread to Lao Dao's brain, and the operation was scheduled for half a month later.

But the old man is still happy all day long,

after dinner,

The old man went out for a walk,

out of the bookstore,

Turn around and go into the pharmacy next door,

Fangfang gained weight again,

she is married

My husband is an active soldier and returned to the army after his marriage leave.

The time was short, but Fangfang and her husband worked hard. Two months after her husband returned to the army, Fangfang found out that she was pregnant.

Now, Fangfang is getting used to sitting behind the counter in the pharmacy, knitting sweaters for children while continuing to watch whitening blogger videos.

Of course,

It is impossible for her to use the cosmetics recommended by these bloggers. Everything is for the children.

"Hey, busy, have you had the chicken soup?"

"Drink it, it's delicious."

"Necessary, but you can't sit still, walk more, you are so p... so thin, you need to exercise more, so that you can give birth smoothly."

"I'm afraid of the pain, so I'll just have a caesarean section."

"Okay, that's fine."

The old man nodded and walked into the ward.

This ward is still crowded.

On the innermost bunk,

Lie there with a hook,

One leg was in a plaster cast, drips were attached, and the bandages wrapped the skin, and there were faint traces of black and blue.

two months ago,

Mustering up his courage, Gu Xin finally took that step again,

After finishing the entire series of "Prison Break" in the ward,

On that dark, windy and thunderous night,

He sneaked out of the drugstore.

It can't be said to be sneaky, right?

His medical expenses are fully paid, and he paid half a year in advance.

at the same time,

In the process of getting out of bed and leaving the ward,

"Qing" on the next bed,

In fact, I have been watching his performance with my eyes open.

I can't figure out how to get a salary.

How could the big shots in the next bed and the big shots in the two beds outside be so calm.

Yes, those two male dolls haven't woken up yet. They've been lying dead for almost a year, and they still haven't woken up.

But when Qing woke up early, he would still watch "Prison Break" with him.

But these big men seem to have no idea at all.

This makes Gou Xin, who has always wanted to find the Pathfinder, very uncomfortable.

He couldn't hold back anymore,

He is going to slip.

Then,

that night

He just walked out of the pharmacy,

Was struck by lightning.

His body was chopped black,

Rolled over to the manhole cover,

The manhole cover is a little loose,

collapsed

The leg was also broken.

If it hadn't been discovered by the police on duty and sent back to the nearest pharmacy for rescue in time, maybe this life would have been lost.

Qing just lay on the bed,

Watching Gu Xin stand and walk out,

Then he watched Gou Xing lie back sideways.

facial expression,

No joy, no sorrow.

she doesn't run,

Since that day when the old man said in the ward that time was running out,

In a short time hell is raging,

Big events happened one after another.

Shortly thereafter,

The passage between hell and the world was completely blocked,

Even if Qing wanted to sense the breath of hell, he couldn't do it.

she was shocked,

The majesty of the government,

So scary!

so,

When the old man pushed open the door of the ward,

asked:

"Hey, little girl, have you eaten yet?"

Qing smiled all over his face, his eyes bent into lovely crescents, and responded enthusiastically:

"Eat it, grandpa."

………………

A cup of cat poop coffee,

A neatly ironed newspaper,

It will be regularly placed on Zhou Ze's bedside table every day.

Yingying is afraid that one day the boss will wake up and find that there is no coffee to drink, and there is no book to read.

This year,

every afternoon,

Yingying will hold "A Maid's Self-cultivation v",

leaning on the bed,

Read a book for a while,

I'm watching the boss for a while.

The boss likes to be clean,

Every morning and evening, Yingying bathes her boss.

Massage twice a day,

From time to time, I push the wheelchair and take the boss to bask in the sun.

sometimes,

Are the nurses diligent?

You just go and see if there are bedsores on the patients she cares for.

The afternoon wind is a little bit warm.

The wind blows in through the window,

Blowing Zhou Ze's hair on his forehead.

without any warning,

Boss Zhou slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

Yingying seems to have sensed something,

He turned to look at his boss.

no surprises,

no cheers,

some,

Just as gentle as water in everyday life,

As if the past is not a year,

only yesterday;

"Boss, are you awake?"

Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, as if it was difficult to adapt to the light at this time, and his mind was still a little muddled.

but,

He saw clearly the girl sitting next to him,

corner of mouth,

Subconsciously smiled.

"I woke up?"

"Yes, boss, do you want to take a shower?"

Yingying clearly remembered any habits of the boss.

"Am I dreaming?"

After jumping down the well,

Boss Zhou has been dreaming for a year, and there are many, many dreams.

"No, boss, you woke up."

Zhou Ze raised his hand with difficulty,

Yingying took the initiative to snuggle herself into Zhou Ze's arms,

Holding the girl in his arms, the familiar chill came over. Although it was not as cold as before, it still made Zhou Ze feel very comfortable.

Zhou Ze was a little worried and said:

"Yingying?"

"Well, I'm here, boss."

"Call one."

"Beep..."

"Well, it's not a dream."

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