Chapter 979

The business of the bookstore 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 gradually losing their vitality.

When passing this bookstore, many people often feel extremely curious that this bookstore, which only opens late at night, has not closed yet.

Fortunately, their curiosity is limited,

After all,

There are so many things worth exploring in this world,

For example, why does your child grow longer and more like a hair of your own.

If someone really seems to have nothing to do, and happened to recite words for a while, and his fortune is very weak, he may have some special surprises when he comes to the bookstore in the evening.

Day after day, year after year.

This year was generally calm.

"Dinner!"

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

Yingying is very smart, which no one can deny. Over the past year, her cooking skills have improved rapidly. She and Xu Qinglang have separate days, and she cooks on a single day.

On the table,

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

In addition,

There is also a Yingying's own dish, lotus root cake, but it has mint leaves. In summer, take a bite of this, crisp, refreshing, and it also relieves greasiness.

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

Lao Zhang appeared at the door of the bookstore at the most appropriate time.

At first, when Yingying began to handle the spoon, Lao Zhang was "unlucky" for a long time, but after tasting Yingying's craft, he has been "so clever".

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

The Taoist priest glared at Lao Zhang unhappily.

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

The world is in a hurry,

When many 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 simplify and simplify three meals a day.

However, it is really hard to find meals that really give meals a kind of "life" and "enjoyment" connotation. The bookstore has retained and inherited them.

Because,

Everyone is too idle.

A cook is a 200 year old zombie with rich burial objects,

A cook is a relocated household with more than 20 Suites closely linked to the National Games,

Food,

In their hands,

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

The black chick came with a lot of melons and fruits, which were packed separately. Some of them wanted to send express to Yueya, these foreign ghosts, and some wanted Lao Zhang to take back to the police station.

The fruit produced by the bookstore is completely green. It's definitely much better than selling outside. It's also very dignified to take it out and give it away.

A meal is enjoyable.

It's just that occasionally there is a gap between people serving rice or soup,

His eyes will glance at the sofa near the window,

However, on the sofa,

Without that familiar figure,

The days are too light,

Too few days always make people a little uncomfortable,

It's better to be salty,

Unfortunately,

Lack of salt.

Lawyer an belched,

Put down your chopsticks,

Left the table, went to the bar, picked up Yingying's super strong cup of coffee made for him before dinner and drank it "gudu gudu".

In the mobile phone,

There is another unread text message,

His appointment for kidney stone surgery will be made next Wednesday.

Lawyer an has always been very satisfied with this body. If you want to have good looks and temperament, it is easy to have stones.

Lao Dao's health is good. Cancer is terrible, especially for patients with advanced cancer, as if they had 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 doctor judged that there were only three months left. In the past year, except for going to the hospital for examination or chemotherapy at regular intervals, he was no different from normal people at other times.

oh

Hair is gone,

This is inevitable.

This made him look nondescript in his Taoist robe for a period of time, and passers-by thought he was a double practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism.

Later,

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

After seeing the Taoist's appearance, the next day I gave him a haircut that I had left for more than ten years.

The production process of wigs is simple and complex. Wigs made from human hair can effectively avoid the problems of allergy and scalp inflammation.

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

The Taoist priest wears his wig happily every day,

Tell people the story of your wig when you meet people,

He has been philanthropic 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 showed that the cancer cells had spread to the Taoist brain, and the operation was scheduled half a month later.

But the Taoist priest is still happy all day,

after meal,

The Taoist priest went out for a walk,

Out of the bookstore,

He turned around and went into the drugstore next door,

Fangfang gained weight again,

She got married,

Her husband was an active serviceman and returned to the army after the marriage leave.

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

Now, Fangfang began to get used to sitting behind the counter of the drugstore, watching the video of whitening bloggers while knitting sweaters for children.

Yes, of course,

She can't use the cosmetics recommended by these bloggers anymore. Everything is for her children.

"Oh, busy, have you drunk the chicken soup?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

"It's necessary, but you can't sit all the time and walk more. You're so p.. You're so thin and weak. You have to exercise more to have a smooth birth."

"Afraid of pain, just cut open."

"OK, that's fine."

The old Taoist nodded and walked into the ward.

This ward is still crowded.

On the innermost bed,

Hook salary lying there,

One leg was in plaster, with drops hanging, and the bandage wrapped the skin. Faintly, black marks could be seen.

Two months ago,

Summoning up the courage, the salary hook finally took that step again,

After finishing the whole series of prison break in the ward,

On that night, when the black wind was high and there was thunder,

He sneaked out of the drugstore.

It can't be said to be furtive,

He paid his medical expenses in full and 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 paid,

How can this big man in the next bed and the big men in the two beds outside be so calm.

Yes, the two boys haven't woken up yet. They have been lying dead for almost a year and haven't woken up yet.

But when Qing Zao wakes up, he will watch prison break with him.

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

This makes it very uncomfortable for those who have been looking for Pathfinder,

He couldn't hold back,

He is going to slip away.

then,

That night,

He just walked out of the drugstore,

He was struck by thunder.

His body was cut and blackened,

Rolled down to the manhole cover,

The manhole cover is a little loose,

Collapsed,

I broke my leg, too.

If it hadn't been discovered by the police on duty and sent back to the nearest drugstore in time for rescue, it might have been lost.

Qing just lay in bed,

Looking at the pay check and standing out,

Then look at the pay check lying back sideways.

On the expression,

No joy, no sorrow.

She doesn't run,

Since that day, the old man said something in the ward, it's not long,

Hell surged in a short time,

Major events have occurred one after another,

Soon afterwards,

The passage between hell and the sun was completely blocked,

Even if Qing wants to feel the breath of hell, he can't do it.

She was shocked,

The power of the emperor,

Such terror!

So,

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

Ask:

"Oh, little girl, have you eaten?"

Qing smiled all over his face, and his eyes bent into lovely crescent moon. He responded enthusiastically:

"Yes, Grandpa."

………………

A cup of Cat Shit coffee,

A neatly ironed newspaper,

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

Even if Yingying's boss wakes up one day and finds that there is no coffee around to drink, he doesn't keep being able to browse.

This year,

Every afternoon,

Yingying will hold "maid's self-cultivation V",

Lean on the bed,

Read a book for a while,

I'm looking at the boss for a while.

The boss likes to be clean,

Every morning and evening, Yingying bathes her boss.

Massage twice a day,

Occasionally push the wheelchair to take the boss to the sun.

occasionally,

Whether the nurse is diligent or not,

It's clear if there are bedsores on the patients she cares for.

The wind in the afternoon is warm and warm.

The wind blew in through the window,

Blew Zhou Ze's hair in front of his forehead.

Without any warning,

Boss Zhou slowly opened his eyes at this time.

Yingying seems to feel something,

He turned and looked at his boss.

No surprise,

No cheers,

yes , we have,

It's just as gentle as everyday,

As if the past was not a year,

Just yesterday;

"Boss, are you awake?"

Zhou Ze closed his eyes and opened them again after a while, as if he could not adapt to the light at this time, and his mind was still a little confused.

however,

He saw the girl sitting beside him clearly,

corners of the mouth,

Subconsciously smiled.

"Am I awake?"

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

Yingying clearly remembers any habits of her boss.

"Am I dreaming?"

After jumping down the wellhead,

Boss Zhou has had dreams for a year, many, many dreams.

"No, boss, it's you who woke up."

Zhou Ze raised his hand with difficulty,

Yingying proactively nestled herself in Zhou Ze's arms,

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

Zhou Ze said uneasily:

"Yingying?"

"Well, I'm here, boss."

"Call one."

"Hum hum......"

"Well, it's not a dream."

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