Chapter 22

Zhang Qing took a look at the scars on Mo Hui's hands and feet. Her thin white legs were covered with shallow blood stains. The injuries by the spring pool turned blue and purple. She lay on her knees. Her white skin pulled out and thought she didn't see them. Finally, she couldn't help roaring. Her fingers almost poked Mo Hui's cold face: "I don't know if you're a woman. It's OK to scratch her body So much hurt, you think you are engaged in performance art! There's money for performing arts. What's the use of bringing back a wound? "

Mo Hui did not respond, eyes chasing Zhang Qing for her hand, smooth mouth soft, seems to hang a trace of shallow smile.

"Why, dumb! It's a good afternoon, isn't it? Or is it too heavy for me, and your wound hurts? " Zhang Qing saw Mo Hui did not speak, hurriedly asked, clear eyes is not to be mistaken worry.

"Sorry about the afternoon!" Don't look down and apologize sincerely.

She should understand Zhang Qing. She can't be with a man who has known each other for a few days. She must have her own reasons. It's her fault. She lost her sense in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry, if it's useful, what else do you need the police to do! I tell you, I'm still angry! You'd better leave me alone! Or I'll run away from home! " Zhang Qing snorted from her nose, threw the used cotton swab into the garbage can and bent over to dry the medicine on her leg.

Don't look down. What do you think? After a long time, she raised her head and asked, "where are your pieces? Have you found them?"

That pair of chessmen means a lot to Zhang Qing. She never let anyone touch it, but she lifted it. She is very bad to Zhang Qing. Don't think about it.

“…… There's another one I can't find. " Zhang Qing was silent for a moment and answered.

The player of chess has already gone nowhere. If he leaves a pair of chess in the air, it's better to break up.

"I'm sorry!"

"Can you say something else besides sorry?" It's the standard lion roaring skill of Zhang.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Hui can't help but continue to say sorry.

"I can't stand you." The words were disgusting, but the tone was totally different. Zhang Qing looked a little proud, "I'll show you my little miracle Doctor Zhang's strength today. By the way, boss, what do you think of the president? People are not very good, tall and handsome, good temper, right? You said, "can I touch a girl like him?"

Her face is like turning a book. It's sunny after turning a page.

This is not, just said a few words, and obediently called the boss.

"Girl..." Don't fall in love with others easily, especially Zhang lingshuo.

Mo opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

"What's the matter? Boss, I hurt you? " Zhang Qing looked up with a nervous face.

"No, it's OK." Don't give up. She told the little girl what she was doing. She looked naive and not happy about the world, but she knew what she was doing. She could control her heart, didn't she?

"It's OK. Let's see the effect of this medicine first. If it doesn't work, I'll go to Uncle Wang for herbal medicine tomorrow morning. " Zhang Qing fixed the wound with clean gauze and moved carefully.

"What about the wound on your hand? Are you better? " Mo Hui's eyes met Zhang Qing's hand wrapped in gauze, and it was covered with blood.

"It's just a minor injury." Zhang Qing laughed and almost scratched her head with her injured hand.

"Let me see." Mo Hui reaches out to hold the scar on Zhang Qing's hand, and tears suddenly slide down.

"The injury on my hand is not as serious as yours. You are jealous of me! And I cried Zhang Qingpiao said reluctantly, causing Mo Hui's tears to fall even more fiercely, "come on, I've really convinced you. When it hurts, I cry like this. Do you think you are a young lady? Do you want me to coax you with sugar! I can't stand it! OK, OK, stop crying, stop crying! "

Zhang Qing patted Mo Hui's head and rolled her eyes. She uttered a series of strange cries in her mouth, but there was no sense of disgust in her tone.

"My leg hurts..." After Mo Hui found a reason, he cried boldly, and the tears fell more fiercely.

So this is the feeling of being comforted? Warm heart, no empty sense of insecurity, as if no matter where people are, there will be a place, someone will stay there forever, will not leave, always waiting.

Grandfather Zhang, you say, if you feel pain, you have to say it, or no one will know you feel pain, right?

Now, there is a person like you who treats me like this. Will you feel a little relieved?

Zhang Qing, thank you! Thank you for being with me.

"I haven't finished crying yet! How painful is it? Hello, boss, my clothes are all wet with your tears. Would you stop for a moment? It's hard to sleep in wet clothes. I just took a bath and changed clothes. You know I hate washing clothes. Don't cry Help Zhang Qing a series of strange cry, but the hand is in Mo Hui's back there is not a match to pat.

After the shade, Zhang lingshuo is invisible in the dark. Looking at a woman crying like a child in a small shop not far away, there is a trace of pity in her eyes.

He almost saw Mo Hui, who was fat. Every time he was hurt, his scream seemed to lift up the roof of the villa. It was so boring that people felt sick. However, when this ordinary looking woman cried, she drew countless pities.Thinking, Zhang lingshuo takes another look at the two people in the shop and turns to leave.

Night, all uneasiness temporarily hidden.

**

it's still a continuous rainy day, the gray sky covers the whole town, and the dark clouds are low above the town, which is almost breathless.

"Mr. President!" When Zhang Qing saw Zhang lingshuo and Uncle Wang walking up the path from a distance, he cried out.

Zhang lingshuo whispered a few words to Uncle Wang, who nodded and left quickly.

Zhang lingshuo came to the shop.

"What would you like to eat today, Mr. President?" Zhang Qing asked.

"No, I've already had breakfast. Are you free later? " Zhang lingshuo looks directly at Zhang Qing.

Ga Zhang Qing opened her mouth and forgot to close it.

"Why, no time?" Zhang lingshuo chuckles.

"Yes, of course! Mr. President, what are you doing Zhang Qing recovered and nodded busily.

"Can you walk with me? I'm not familiar with town! " Zhang lingshuo began to laugh, his eyes bent.

"Of course. Wait for me Zhang Qing took off her apron and ran to the small garden excitedly, shouting: "boss, today I ask for leave to accompany the president! Come down and look at the shop! "

Before hearing Mo Hui's reply again, he ran back and laughed brightly, "Mr. President, let's go!"

Zhang lingshuo nodded and left in parallel.

By the window, Mo Hui looks at the back of the two people, two picturesque figures on the path of bluestone, the handsome men and the charming women. They are all very right.

Mo Hui had a strong sour smell in her heart. She pulled her lips and laughed. Her eyes were deeply worried, and her sorrow was stained with the unformed wood carvings on her hands.

Rain and fog, the mountain hidden in the thick fog, endless rice fields have been harvested, each piece of bare rice fields have different heights of haystacks. The path made of ridge and stone forms a big net, dense and strong. In the middle of the net, there is a big umbrella and a small umbrella moving slowly. Occasionally, there is a whisper under the umbrella.

"Mr. President, where do you want to go? Although we are not as advanced and prosperous as the city, we are quiet and have a long history. The natural scenery is absolutely invisible in big cities." Zhang Qing and Zhang lingshuo are walking on the path with paddy fields on both sides. She turns her back and walks backwards, looking at Zhang lingshuo's handsome face.

"Well, it's beautiful here." Zhang lingshuo put his hands into his pocket and looked at the scenery around him.

"I knew you would like it, Mr. President. There is a legend about a bamboo mat maker in Zhuxi town. During the Qing Dynasty, there was a skilled bamboo mat maker in the town. His reputation spread all over the country and finally spread to the palace. At that time, the Emperor himself ordered him to enter the palace, but it didn't last long. After a few years, the bamboo mat maker came back with his white haired wife. It is said that he was a concubine who fell in love with the throne. It should have been a capital crime, but the emperor cherished his talent and couldn't bear to kill him. He only wasted his hands, and his white haired wife was the emperor's favorite concubine. Another thing is that... " Zhang Qing smiles happily.

"There is another saying that he abandoned his hands for the sake of love and only wanted to be with his beloved woman." Zhang lingshuo takes the lead.

"You know that. It's amazing!" Zhang Qing jumped up, clapped her hands and said, "do you know the house where the bamboo mat maker lived after he retired?"

"Your boss's house."

Bingo, guess right. My boss is really a rich woman who comes out of nowhere. He is very rich. Two years ago, the house was sold by the government. She happened to pass by the town. After hearing the legend of the bamboo mat maker, she paid for the house without blinking an eye. She also spent a lot of money to maintain it, but she saved herself like a miser. " Zhang Qing said with chagrin.

"What's your boss's name?" Doubts flashed in Zhang lingshuo's eyes, and his heart beat faster.

Two years ago? This time gave him an extra guess.

Zhang Qing thought about it and thought about it again. Finally, she scratched her head and said with a sorry smile, "I don't know. She never said her name, and we didn't deliberately ask. The whole town is used to the boss's name."

Zhang lingshuo heart flashed disappointment, "you are really simple."

"Well, the people in the small town are quite simple. However, the boss once let slip that her name was Xiaohui. Mr. President, what do you want me to do today? " Don't you want to tell me? Zhang Qing thought happily.

Xiaohui? A stranger name. It can't be her!

"I have one thing I want to ask you for help!" Zhang lingshuo's eyes on Zhang Qing showed his greatest kindness in his life.

"You say that I will go through fire and water if I can help the president." Zhang qingjiao smiles and raises her hand to promise.

"Well, the rain has seriously hindered the way back to the city. It's not convenient for the hotel to connect to the Internet, so I want to rent a room in your store, and I want to borrow your boss's house for a few days. Shengde hotel has no Internet, so it's not convenient to work. " Zhang lingshuo speaks with high sounding. It's common for him to cheat each other in the shopping mall, but he still feels uncomfortable when he treats people in this small town by such means."It's a piece of cake! It's up to me! " Zhang Qing just missed the chest.

As they continued to walk, Zhang Qing also kept introducing the characteristics of the town to Zhang lingshuo.