Chapter 982

The business of the library has not been very good.

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

When many people pass by the bookstore, they are often very curious about the fact that the bookstore, which only opens late at night, hasn't closed yet.

Fortunately, their curiosity is also limited.

after all,

there are so many things worth exploring in the world,

for example, why their children grow up more and more like their own little ones.

If someone really seems to have nothing to do, and happens to walk and recite words in those days, the fortune is very weak. If you come to the bookstore in the evening, you may have some special surprises.

Day by day, year by year After a year.

This year, on the whole, was calm.

"Dinner!"

The warbler with the apron came out of the kitchen with a huge casserole in his hand.

Yingying is very smart. No one can deny that in the past year, her cooking skills have improved rapidly. She has worked with Xu Qinglang for two days, one day for cooking.

On the table,

a plate of cold cucumber, a plate of leek shredded pork, a plate of Cangzhou Iron Lion's head, a plate of fried yam with agaric, and in the middle is a pot of stewed chicken and mushroom.

In addition,

there is also a oriole's own dish, lotus root cake, but it is added with mint leaves. In summer, take a bite of this, crispy, refreshing and greasy.

"Oh, what a coincidence. I'm eating it."

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

At first, when Yingying started to handle the spoon, Lao Zhang was "unlucky" for a long time, but later, after tasting Yingying's craftsmanship, he had been "very skillful".

"Yes, it's a coincidence. I've put on more chopsticks."

Lao Dao gave Lao Zhang a bad look.

Lao Zhang is not polite either. Sit down and eat directly.

When people are busy going to and from work, they may eat at will.

Take out, fast food, all kinds of rich forms, in the final analysis, or three meals a day to simplify and simplify again.

However, it's really hard to find a kind of "life" and "enjoyment" food that is really given to eating. The library has retained and inherited it.

because

is very busy.

A cook is a 200 year old zombie with rich funeral objects.

a cook is a relocated household with more than 20 Suites closely connected with the national transportation.

food,

in their hands,

can be truly endowed with the soul of "life".

Black girl came here with a lot of fruits and fruits. She had packed them separately. Some of them wanted to express them to Yueya. Some of them wanted Lao Zhang to come back to the police station.

The fruits produced in the library are completely green, which are definitely much better than those sold outside. It's also very dignified to take them out to give away.

A meal makes you happy.

Only occasionally, when someone is having a meal or drinking soup, his eyes will glance at the sofa near the window,

however, on the sofa,

there is no familiar figure,

the days are too light,

the days are too light, people are not used to it,

it is better to be salty,

unfortunately,

there is a lack of salt.

Lawyer an burps a lot,

puts down his chopsticks,

leaves the table, goes to the bar, picks up Yingying's super bowl of coffee, which he made before the meal, and drinks.

There is another unread message in the mobile phone,

his appointment for kidney stone surgery will be next Wednesday.

Lawyer an has always been very satisfied with this body. It's easy to have stones if you want to look good and have temperament.

Lao Dao's health is good, cancer is terrible, especially for patients with advanced cancer, it seems to have been sentenced to death in advance.

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

For example, the old man who was judged by the doctor to be only three months old was no different from the normal person except that he went to the hospital for examination or chemotherapy every other time in the past year.

Oh,

there is no hair,

it is inevitable.

This made him look different when he put on the Taoist robe for a period of time. Passers-by thought he was a double cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism.

Later,

a female college student who was once sponsored by Lao Dao came to visit Lao Dao in the whole city after she was admitted to Beijing University;

after seeing the appearance of Lao Dao, she sent her long stay of more than ten years to the scissors the next day.The production process of wig is simple, complex and complicated. The wig made from human hair can effectively avoid the problems of allergy and scalp inflammation.

These problems are just small problems for ordinary people, but for the body of cancer patients, it is a big problem.

Lao Dao wears his wig happily every day.

he tells people stories about his wig on his head.

he has been benevolent for decades.

he doesn't care about any return.

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

However, the latest examination report shows that the cancer cells have spread to the old brain, and the operation is scheduled half a month later.

But Lao Dao is still happy all day. After dinner,

Lao Dao goes out for a walk,

goes out of the bookstore door,

turns around and enters the next drugstore,

Fangfang is fat again,

she is married,

her husband is an active serviceman and returns to the army after the marriage leave.

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

Now, Fangfang is used to sitting behind the counter of the drugstore, watching the video of the whitening blogger and knitting sweaters for children.

Of course,

the cosmetics recommended by these bloggers are impossible for her to use, all for the sake of children.

"Oh, I'm busy. Did you drink chicken soup?"

"Yes, it is."

"It's necessary, but you can't sit all the time and walk more. You are so p If you are so thin and weak, you have to exercise more to have a good delivery. "

"I'm afraid of pain. I'll have a caesarean section."

"All right, that's fine."

Lao Dao nodded and walked into the ward.

This ward is still crowded.

On the innermost bed,

lie there with a check,

one leg is plastered with a little bit of plaster, and the bandage is wrapped around the skin. There are still traces of black and blue in it.

Two months ago,

plucked up the courage to pay and finally took that step again,

after finishing the whole series of prison break in the continuous ward,

in the night of dark wind and thunder,

he sneaked out of the drugstore.

It can't be said that it's furtive,

his medical expenses are fully paid and paid half a year in advance.

At the same time,

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

the "celebration" on the next bed,

has been watching his performance.

It's hard to think about paying. How can the big guy in the next bed and the big guys in the other two beds be so calm.

Yes, those two boys haven't woke up. They've been lying dead for nearly a year.

But Qing woke up early and would watch prison break with him.

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

It's hard for him to find the salary of Pathfinder. He can't hold it anymore and he's going to slip away.

Then,

that night,

he just walked out of the drugstore, and

was struck by thunder.

The body was cut black, and

rolled down to the well cover. The well cover was a little loose,

collapsed, and

legs were broken.

If it is not found by the police on duty and sent back to the nearest drugstore in time for rescue, maybe the life will be lost.

Qing is lying on the bed like this,

watching the cross pay standing and going out,

watching the cross pay lying back.

On the expression,

no joy, no sorrow.

She didn't run,

since that day when the old man said something in the ward for a long time,

hell surged in a short time,

there were big events in succession,

and soon afterwards,

the passage between hell and the sun was completely blocked,

even if it was to celebrate and feel the breath of hell, it couldn't be done.

She was shocked,

the power of the monarch,

terror!

So,

when the old Taoist pushed open the ward door,

asked:

"Oh, little girl, have you eaten?"

Qing smiles and her eyes are bent into lovely crescent. She responds enthusiastically:

"eat, Grandpa."

………………

A cup of Cat Shit coffee,

a newspaper that is well pressed,Every day, it will be regularly placed on Zhou Ze's bedside table.

Even when the boss wakes up one day, Yingying finds that there is no coffee to drink or keep reading.

In the past year,

every afternoon,

Yingying will hold the self cultivation V of maid,

leaning on the bed,

reading a book,

reading a boss.

The boss likes to be clean,

every morning and evening, Yingying takes a bath for the boss.

Massage twice a day,

push the wheelchair to take the boss to the sun from time to time.

Sometimes,

the nurse is not diligent,

you can go directly to see if the patient she cares for has bedsore.

The afternoon wind, some warm.

The wind blew in through the window and the hair in front of Zhou Ze's forehead.

Without any omen,

boss Zhou opened his eyes slowly at this time.

Yingying seems to have a feeling and looks at her boss.

No surprises,

no cheers,

Yes,

just as gentle as water in daily 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 there was still some confusion in his mind.

However,

he saw clearly the girl sitting beside him,

the corner of her mouth,

subconsciously smiled.

"I wake up?"

"Yes, boss, do you want a bath?"

Yingying clearly remembers any habits of the boss.

"Am I dreaming?"

After jumping down the well head, boss Zhou had a dream for a year, a lot of dreams.

"No, boss, you're awake."

Zhou Ze raises his hand difficultly,

Yingying actively nestles herself in Zhou Ze's arms,

hugs the girl in her arms. Although the familiar coolness is not as cold as before, it can still make Zhou Ze feel very comfortable.

Zhou Ze was a little uneasy and said:

"warbler?"

"Well, I'm here, boss."

"Call one."

"Weeping..."

"Well, it's not a dream."