Twenty-three, sugar melon sticks.

It is said that "the New Year is after Laba Festival", and indeed something festive happened.

The tumor in Wei Qian's lung was finally considered benign and was removed from the surgery. After that, in order to show his wisdom and martial arts, the old man was born with a series of things. Zhuge Liang was lying weakly on the hospital bed. He also seized the opportunity to show his exclamation and said shamelessly: "I said it's okay, it's okay. Have I let go of the mouth? You guys are jumping up and down..."

Sanpang's expression of bleeding gums on his face.

Fortunately, at this moment, Wei Zhiyuan came in, carrying a thermal bucket in his hand.

He greeted Sanpang, put the insulation bucket aside, then squatted on the ground, lifted up a sleeve tube of Wei Qian—the hand that was injured by the knife had been removed—Wei Zhiyuan took out the string of wooden beads that he had polished for him from his pocket and wrapped them up.

Wei Qian blinked and asked strangely: "Why do you remember to bring it?"

Wei Zhiyuan said without raising his head: "You just passed the anesthetic after surgery and you were still confused. Don't remember what you wanted? When you woke up, your first sentence was to ask them in a unclear way, 'Where is my bead'."

Wei Qian was quite embarrassed and said nothing.

Sanfat smiled so hard that his pleats came out: "Hahahaha, 'Where is my beads', why do you want them so well? I said, Qian'er, do you want the red-headed rope? It's two feet long. It's the Chinese New Year. I'll buy it for you. My father has money. I'll pull you a few more inches. I can still use it as a belt if I have nothing to do."

Wei Qian was lying on the bed and couldn't get out, so he had to express the somewhat complicated message "I want to kill you" with his eyes.

"Oh, glaring at dad," Sanpang patted his stomach and said with a smile, "I'll leave after glaring at me. I don't like to look at your late-girl face. You two...that, hehe, I won't disturb you."

Where do you follow this?

Wei Qian: "Get out."

Three fat people laughed to the sky and went out and got out.

Wei Qian then secretly went to see Wei Zhiyuan, but found that Wei Zhiyuan was looking at him. He immediately coughed dryly and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, is there anything wrong with your... company?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "No."

Wei Qian asked again: "Where is Xiaobao?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I just called and had a big fuss with me, and my voice was hoarse, saying that I had booked a flight in the afternoon and arrived in the evening."

Wei Qian was really exhausted this time, and Wei Zhiyuan sat next to his bed: "What else should I ask?"

Wei Qian was silent for a moment and reached out to him: "Come here."

Wei Zhiyuan took his hand and sat closer.

Wei Qian raised his hand and touched his head, then moved it slightly, and his palm, which seemed a bit thick because of the wound, rubbed against Wei Zhiyuan's face. He said, "It's really okay this time. Don't be angry if I don't lie to you."

Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes: "I don't."

"Okay, I've been very stingy since I was a stingy." Wei Qian smiled, "I had a fight with Xiaobao and never entered her house until I moved."

"You actually remember." Wei Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be two small lights in his pupils, jumping brightly, "What do you still remember?"

"I remember a lot. When you were a child, you didn't want to go to school. You jumped at me at the school gate and bit me a bit. As a result, you broke down one of your teeth and thought you were dying. You wrote the first masterpiece in your life." Wei Qian said slowly, "And Xiaobao, you two were like a pair of cockfighting at that time, from morning to night, and I don't know why."

"I don't know why she is, I'm just trying to make you happy anyway."

Wei Qian: "Nonsense, what's so happy about you two fighting?"

Wei Zhiyuan leaned over and reached out and touched the corner of his mouth: "Who knows? You are still laughing anyway."

Wei Qian held up the corner of his mouth that was involuntarily raised involuntarily, then he thought for a while and complained, "But just a few years later, when you grew up, you won't kiss me much."

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him meaningfully.

Wei Qian asked inexplicably: "What are you looking at?"

"It's not that I don't kiss you, but that I don't dare to kiss you anymore." Wei Zhiyuan said, and took out his wallet from his pocket. His wallet was stuffed in his pocket for a long time and was worn out by jeans of hard materials. They have changed seven or eight of them so far, but after opening it, the photos in the photo clip will always be the same.

The photo was so old that it was not as good as it was worn out. It was glued back with tape. It was a flat-headed figure on it. It was a young man with a pretty face. He was wearing a school uniform and stood in front of the camera, with his hands behind his back, standing straight as if he was standing at the moment, like a stiff mallet, with no smile on his face, tightly tight, his eyes a little gloomy, as if he was deeply hostile to the whole world.

"Who is this stupid boy? Why is it like a teenager?" Wei Qian couldn't react at first. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time. Finally, he struggled to recognize himself who had been nearly twenty years ago. He suddenly became Spartan. "Where did you find such a second photo? Wei Xiaoyuan, you are too sensible, so you can't pick a good one? You carry this with you all day... This guy with four big words "I'm a fool" on his face, aren't you afraid that others will see jokes?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Give it back to me, don't insult my dream lover."

"If you don't give it, you'll confiscate it. I'll destroy the body." Wei Qian turned his hand and stuffed the old photos under his pillow, preventing his dark history from continuing to swagger.

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly.

"Okay, at worst I can compensate you one." Wei Qian thought about it, remembering that he didn't take photos at all, he reached out to take a phone out of Wei Zhiyuan's pocket and pulled out the photography function he had just started playing recently.

What kind of shot?

Wei Qian thought about it and struggled to remember it in the hospital bed.

"What are you doing? Don't move around," Wei Zhiyuan immediately pressed him down, "Be careful to touch the needle tube of the drip."

Wei Qian turned his head slightly, then Wei Zhiyuan's movement, and gently moved his hand with a little bit, as if he was holding up Wei Zhiyuan's hand to hold him down, and his lips gently touched the back of Wei Zhiyuan's hand.

There was a "click".

Wei Zhiyuan's hand shook like an electric shock.

After a while, Wei Zhiyuan stared at his mobile phone screen blankly. The man's side face was pale that was unique to the serious illness. The darker and thicker the lower his eyebrows and eyes were as if he was holding a flower stained with dew in the dim morning light. He felt more pity for his delicate, fragile and charming. He kissed him at one touch, and then placed it steadily back on the branch... There was still a faint, helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

He trampled on his destiny to pursue him countless times, and even the cheap "Fate" didn't seem to dare to provoke him now. He was invincible, but he was simply defeated by the swaying fragrance of this "flower".

Wei Zhiyuan felt that his lonely and regretless road had finally come to an end.

I don’t know if it was because I had been too tired after spending the past few days or something else, but not long after, Wei Zhiyuan couldn’t help but fall asleep on the head of the bed.

While he was napping, the monk Xiong Yingjun came.

He dressed as an alternative monk and was swaying in the hospital. He was watched by doctors, nurses, other patients and their families. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, curling while walking, bowing to anyone who saw him and avoiding him. So his footwork seemed very slow, but he ignored others' comments about him.

At this time, a hospitalized doctor caught up with him: "Master! Alas, that master!"

Old Bear: "Amitabha."

The doctor looked him up and down and asked uncertainly: "You... are here to visit the disease too?"

The old bear said in a divine manner: "Yes, there is a lay Buddhist who has just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. I'll take a look at him."

The doctor's face changed, and he lowered his voice: "Oh, is the one who sent the morgue in the afternoon? That's not possible. Our hospital is strictly managed and we don't allow the morgue to enter at will."

Old Bear: "…"

He felt that it was the Dharma-Ending Age now, and even sacred medical workers could be so superficial.

"Amitabha." Lao Xiong sighed and explained patiently, "That layman, unfortunately he was still a living creature."

"Ah, that's a shame... No, no, no, I don't mean that." The doctor was ashamed of constipation when he saw him. Then he saw the fruit basket he was carrying. He quickly held up the glasses on his face and said righteously, "Actually, I caught up with you and want to tell you that it is best not to wear long skirts and trousers like women who are particularly elegant in the hospital. - Oh, I just said that clothes like you can sweep the floor, we are all patients, there are many bacteria and viruses on the ground. Sweeping them onto the clothes will harm your and your family's health."

Immediately, the serious doctor realized that it was not appropriate to tell the monk that "family" and added: "Going back will harm the health of you and your senior brother, second senior brother, Sha."

Old Xiong was speechless for a moment and had to bow his head to express his gratitude. At the same time, he felt that Wei Qian must be the blessing of the Buddha and could survive in such a dangerous medical environment.

An old doctor with a mask passed by and scolded the young resident doctor in disgust, saying, "Xiao Liu, you are a little bit sarcastic, why are you talking so much nonsense? Without any prestige, how can patients trust you in the future?"

Dr. Liu smiled and leaned over to beat his shoulders and back: "Teacher, I'm going to save the world, he saves all living beings. We have a common language. What's the point of talking about a few more words?"

The four words "Saving all living beings" made Lao Xiong pause, and then he shook his head and laughed, and walked towards the ward.

When he pushed open the door of Wei Qian's ward, Lao Xiong was stunned at the door.

He saw Wei Zhiyuan sleeping soundly on Wei Qian's bedside, most of his face buried in his own arms, only a little bit revealed, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Qian was still having various tubes inserted into his body, and he was flipping through a magazine all the time. He sometimes lowered his head to look at the young man who fell asleep quietly, his eyes were indescribable.

Wei Qian's eyes accidentally swept to the door. When he saw Lao Xiong, he immediately raised his index finger and stood up on his lips, making a quiet gesture to him.

Old Bear walked in gently and put the fruit basket next to it. He felt that he was blinded by the dog man. In order to express his dissatisfaction, he pulled out a banana from the gift, peeled it open without hesitation, and started eating.

Wei Zhiyuan did not have the habit of sleeping during the day. He was so tired that he took a nap and only lay down for about twenty minutes. The old bear used these short twenty minutes to chew half of the fruit basket. Wei Zhiyuan woke up in a "cracking" sound, and for a moment he thought there was a rat in the ward.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Wei Qian finally spoke.

"Xiong Yingjun," said Wei Qian, "Are you here for my picnic?"

Lao Xiong said without a glance: "Anyway, it is not convenient for you to eat these things for a while. It should be broken in two days. I will solve it for you and don't waste anything."

Wei Qian smiled slightly and said, "That's so thankful - what did you do? It's impossible for me to come here to see me, right?"

"You donor, how sarcastic, it's okay to belittle yourself, but you're always willing to think of others as bad as you," Lao Xiong was kind enough to lure them, and then spread his hands together. "I am really here to visit you, and I wish you an early age."

Wei Qian glanced at him suspiciously: "The weasel wishes the chicken a New Year?"

"Amitabha," Lao Xiong was silent for a while, "Sometimes it is really hard for me to understand the speech style of donor, you... often attack yourself without any difference, and you are too equal."

Probably because he had been lying for too long, Wei Qian felt the wound hurt a little. He frowned and moved gently. Wei Zhiyuan immediately came over and stuffed a pillow behind him: "Be careful."

Wei Qian nodded, then turned to Lao Xiong: "I don't want money now, I'm going to die. Which one do you plan to discuss with me? Don't go around in circles, just say it."

"Amitabha, how can you talk about this kind of vulgarity with monks? Are you and I supposed to say about Brother Kong Fang? How sad the relationship!" Old Xiong lowered his head, and five people and six people made a compassionate look. Then he suddenly raised his persimmon cake face, showed a terrifying smile like a Garfield, and extended five fingers to Wei Qian, "It's enough for you to sponsor this number."

Wei Qian was angry: "I knew you couldn't come to see me!"

Lao Xiong smiled and said, "Don't be angry, donor, the serious illness has not been cured, you must nourish your energy and consolidate your foundation, be calm."

Wei Qian: "Impossible. I'm currently spending several projects on my hands in the early stages. The capital chain is almost broken. I'm planning to sell myself soon. Where can I get the remaining money?"

Lao Xiong: "It's only 500,000, which is not as high as the interest rate for you in the blink of an eye. Don't you just want to pluck a penny, okay?"

"Five hundred thousand? It's easy to deal with." Wei Qian leaned back: "Xiaoyuan, do you have any change? Give him ten yuan, and there is a lottery seller at the door. Let him tell the Buddha and win a prize of 1.8 million yuan and then it will be solved."

Lao Xiong: "Is your name Poverty? You are so stingy that you have to a certain extent."
To be continued...