It was not until very late that He Xiangdong came out of the police station. Fortunately, he was not detained. He was criticized and educated by the police and fined some money and released it. Those little hooligans were all guys who entered the palace. The police knew them and did not give them a good look. They are still criticizing and educating them. I don’t know when they will be released.

There was a piece of green on He Xiangdong's cheek. He couldn't get it well when he fought in front, and he also suffered a lot of hits on his body.

It was Lao Zhou who came to help him pay the fine and protect him. Seeing He Xiangdong's appearance, Lao Zhou said angrily: "It hurts. Tell me why you fought with them? What if something happens?"

He Xiangdong said the opposite: "Can I watch my master get beaten?"

Old Zhou murmured and said, "Don't just say that you see your master get beaten up, don't just do it. Alas, you're not lucky. If you meet these little hooligans, it's our duty."

He Xiangdong frowned, pursed his lips and asked, "How is my master?"

Old Zhou also sighed and said, "Lying at home."

He Xiangdong suddenly became nervous and asked hurriedly: "My master is injured? It's impossible. He was still fine when I left."

Lao Zhou said: "I was not injured, I was lying at home now."

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I have to go home and have a look." After that, He Xiangdong ran home quickly.

After getting home, he found that his master was lying on the bed, looking sick, while Zhou Qingqing was still helping him take care of his master at his house.

"Master." He Xiangdong quickly trotted to Fang Wenqi's bed, grabbed the master's hand, and looked at him nervously.

Fang Wenqi opened his eyes in a daze, looked at He Xiangdong's eyes, and slowly closed them.

Zhou Qingqing also came over and comforted He Xiangdong: "Don't worry, the master is nothing serious. I have seen a doctor before. The doctor said he was so angry that he had no good idea, so he prescribed some sedative drugs."

He Xiangdong nodded and said to Zhou Qingqing: "Thank you, Qingqing, please trouble you."

Zhou Qingqing just smiled and shook her head.

He Xiangdong looked at the sleeping master, sighed silently, and said to Zhou Qingqing: "It's getting late, I'll take you home first."

Zhou Qingqing shook her head and said, "No, I'll just go back by myself. You can take care of your master. Anyway, my home is not far from here."

He Xiangdong looked at the master on the bed, and was indeed a little worried. He said to Zhou Qingqing: "Okay, thank you Qingqing, you must be careful when you go back yourself."

Zhou Qingqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm only a few steps back, and there are many people on the street now, it's okay. On the contrary, your face will definitely be shattered tomorrow. Remember to get an egg to apply it."

He Xiangdong looked at Zhou Qingqing deeply, then smiled and nodded.

Zhou Qingqing also looked at He Xiangdong, and the two looked at each other and fell silent.

It was He Xiangdong's first eye to move away. Zhou Qingqing also reacted, smiled, picked up his bag, and said, "Then I'll leave first."

He Xiangdong helped her open the door and said, "Be careful on the road."

Zhou Qingqing smiled and went out. He Xiangdongyi looked at her leaving back until she disappeared. It was not that he didn't know Zhou Qingqing's feelings for him. To be honest, if he could really marry a girl like Zhou Qingqing, his ancestors would have accumulated virtue.

But he knew that this was not possible. He was a student from a prestigious university and had a good job and a good future. He didn't even know where to eat his meal. Perhaps he could only be like his master, wandering around the world and making a family. How could such a good girl suffer this crime with him?

He Xiangdong even suppressed the charming feeling in his heart. He would rather call this feeling the throbbing of adolescence of young men and women. After that, it will be fine. It is really bad for everyone.

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly, closed the door, and made a small stool to sit at the head of the master's bed. Under the dim light, he looked at the master's old face.

I usually don’t feel anything when I watch my master grow old. But suddenly I look at my master at this moment and then I realize that my master is really getting old, and they are all old and have different faces, and my face is very dark, and I don’t even have divine light.

He Xiangdong had tears in his eyes. Whenever his master fell ill in bed, he was the most helpless. He was just such a relative in his life.

"Oh," He Xiangdong sighed, reached out and stroked the messy white in front of his master's forehead, and sighed: "Master, Master, why are you so stubborn in your life?"

Perhaps He Xiangdong's movements were too loud, or perhaps because his voice was too loud, he woke Fang Wenqi up. Fang Wenqi opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at him in a daze, and closed it again.

He said in a trembling voice with a weak voice: "Dongzi, will you make eight screens do you have?"

He Xiangdong touched the corners of his eyes, and forced a smile with a tense face. Master was confused. He knew about the eight screens more than ten years ago.

Fang Wenqi was still saying in a daze: "Why did no one listen to this crosstalk suddenly? No one listened to it at night, no one listened to it."

He Xiangdong didn't know how to answer. He knew that the most blow to his master was not his body, but the recession of crosstalk. This is a person who regards crosstalk as his life. What he wants after crosstalk is his life.

"Ah, is crosstalk dead?"

"No, no, alive." He Xiangdong laughed bitterly and responded.

Fang Wenqi's lips moved for a long time before he made a voice again: "Dongzi, it's Master, I'm sorry for you."

He Xiangdong couldn't hold back his tears and couldn't stop falling. He covered his mouth tightly, for fear of making a sound.

"Think about Tianjin and take a look"

"Look, look." He Xiangdong let go of his hand and said in a trembling voice: "Look, go back and take a look. When you are cured of your illness, we will go back and take a look."

Perhaps when Mihuqi heard this, his lips opened slightly, as if he smiled.

On this night, He Xiangdong felt very uncomfortable and cried in a silence. Many times his emotions accumulate to a certain level, and it will only explode in a special environment. He has been really hard and bitter in recent years, and he cried more than any child of his age, but he has never blamed his master for any master. Without him, there would be no him.

The disease came like a mountain of fallen, and the disease was like a thread being pulled. Fang Wenqi's illness was a week before he could get up and walk. Then He Xiangdong quit his job, and he was about to go back to Tianjin with his master.

In fact, he also wanted to go back to Tianjin. He wanted to go back to the city with his best memories. In addition, he also wanted to find the reasons for the decline of crosstalk in this crosstalk nest. Why did it seem like it was suddenly over at night?
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