The temperature in the gatehouse became hotter and hotter as Zhuo Fei kept throwing in firewood.

The old kettle sitting on the stove was steaming, filling the room with fog outside.

Wang Wan'er sat in the fog, watching Liu Mei and Ye Mozhu busy, somehow she felt like she was looking at flowers, they were really good-looking.

Liu Mei is washing melons, washing bitter gourd, presumably there must be a dish called cold bitter gourd at night, which is eaten by herself, her side face is angular in the fog, and her skin is white to the present, as if she used some beauty lens.

On the other side, Ye Mozhu was boiling something, carrying a big iron spoon and constantly circling in the pot, the sweat stains on her forehead wet her sideburns and sticking to her equally white and tender cheeks, full of femininity.

Wang Wan'er, who was in a daze, made up her mind that she had to whiten.

Then she felt a wave of dizziness and heavy eyelids, and she leaned against the wall next to the bed and fell asleep again.

At this time, the door of the gatehouse was pushed open, and a puff of white gas came in first, and Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei went to the school to move back to a simple single iron bed.

The reason why she had to move the iron bed was, of course, because Wang Wan'er used her nosebleed to prove that she really couldn't adapt to the kang and couldn't let Wang Wan'er give in.

The two of them placed the iron bed in the center of the room, then found two rags and pulled out a subway of rust.

After washing the dishes, Liu Mei helped to pick up the futon and spread it on the iron bed, and then everyone looked at Wang Wan'er who was sleeping together, and decided that it would be better to move her over now.

I didn't say hello, I didn't wake her up, I don't know if she slept too deeply.

Zhang Xiaojian lifted Wang Wan'er's two legs, and Zhuo Fei put his arms under Wang Wan'er's arms.

Both of them are practitioners, so naturally they gently put the already thin Wang Wan'er on the iron bed very easily.

Liu Mei covered her with a futon, put the back of her hand on Wang Wan'er's full forehead, and said, "The temperature has dropped." Everyone who had been busy for a long time smiled and was quite gratified.

In the evening, Wang Wan'er woke up and found that she was sleeping on a separate bed, she barely supported her weak body, and subconsciously touched the position of Renzhong under the tip of her nose and found that there was no bleeding, sure enough, it was harmed by the fire!

Uncle Sun didn't know where to find an old-fashioned thermometer.

Zhang Xiaojian shook the end of the thermometer wildly, and his arm was about to fall off, only to see that the temperature inside was zero.

Handed it to Liu Mei, she took the thermometer and couldn't help but say it to Wang Wan'er's armpit, and Wang Wan'er of ice raised her mouth and shouted: "Cool." ”

So, everyone's eyes looked at her, and the meaning in their eyes was for your good.

While her heart was warm, she said timidly: "I'll clamp it." ”

Liu Mei smiled: "Don't be too tight, in case it breaks." ”

“……”

Zhang Xiaojian and Zhuo Fei glanced at each other, and always felt that Liu Mei was driving, but there was no evidence.

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The people in the village sensed that the atmosphere was not quite right today.

No matter who you meet at the street corner, it seems that there is some secretive meaning.

Most of the houses were closed, and close relatives gathered together to discuss something, so that it seemed as if everyone had something to discuss, and the curling smoke that should have risen at this dinner time was not as thick as it used to be.

Lao Hu's village chief's family, of course, the relationship in the village is intertwined, in the past, this time period should be the time for a few people to sit down and eat, but today it is a little unavailable.

There is always a knock on the back door of the compound, and there are always people at the front door of the compound to inquire.

These people are here to send money.

Yue Liang's estimate was not wrong, he would indeed see more cash today.

Because he did have the trust of the whole village, and he did bring back to the villagers who lent him money.

Most of the villagers in Feiluan Village have simple personalities, and it is difficult for them to be broken back, and they are jealous of the villagers who invested in Yue Liang last year and got a double return, and of course they want to get a piece of the pie this year.

Yue Liang had said at the wine table before, don't make it known to the whole village, say it in private, if you want to vote a little, you can vote a little, and if you can not bring it, don't bring it.

But in fact, this matter has been known to the whole village, and the so-called people who can not bring it are actually scrambling to get on this ship now, but of course everyone takes this matter as a secret and does not put it on the table.

It's a bit absurd, but it's really happening, so much so that the atmosphere in the village today is a little weird.

The aunt who sells vegetables is a little absent-minded, and the uncle who sells medicine is a little impatient.

Yue Liang didn't know these details, he just sat in his room, watching the cash gradually increase, and listening to the text messages from his mobile phone that kept ringing.

The more I listened, the more irritated I became, and the more I listened, the more I fell into a self-struggle.

If there is always a place called conscience in a person's heart, then his conscience is now on the scale, the scale on the right.

To the left of the scale is more and more money in front of you, and a constant ringing of information.

The conscience is a matter entirely up to the individual, and it does not increase in a short period of time, nor does it decrease in a short period of time.

But money and text messages would, so gradually, the scale on the left pressed down, and his conscience on the scale was lifted, pouted, and never to be seen again.

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Dinner in the concierge was sumptuous, but it was clearly noticeable that it was different from the previous two days.

Six dishes and one soup, there is no greasy and heavy mouth, and some are only refreshing and light.

In addition to Yaya's depression, people who have eaten a lot of fish and meat in the past few days are quite comfortable, and after eating, everyone began to play a very strange game at the suggestion of Liu Mei.

This game is called, what appears in the TV series must be what!

Liu Mei was the first to start: "If you go to bed, you will get pregnant!"

Ye Mozhu continued: "Chop your hands when you cut vegetables." ”

Wang Wan'er: "The golden basin must be hung to wash your hands." ”

Zhuo Fei coughed: "If you can't kneel for a long time, it will definitely rain."

Zhang Xiaojian pondered for a long time: "If you cough with a handkerchief, you will vomit blood." ”

Yaya said: "Women dressed as men will not be able to see it!"

Uncle Sun hadn't watched the TV series, and said with a smile: "You come, you come, I won't participate." ”

So it was the turn of Liu Mei who was the first one, and she said: "The second female will be blackened." ”

"Isn't this absolute?" Zhang Xiaojian questioned.

Who would have thought that women are born with an absolute talent for watching dramas, and Liu Mei gave more than 20 examples in one breath...

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In the midst of laughter and laughter, it was late at night.

After ending this boring game, everyone began to be in a daze, and Wang Wan'er began to have a fever again.

Fever is a strange thing, it seems to calculate the time, and it tends to get worse at night.

Drinking a pack of fever again, Wang Wan'er's high fever was not alleviated, and after taking her temperature again, Liu Mei looked carefully at the yellow light bulb and said, "Thirty-nine degrees five." ”

Everyone was shocked, Zhang Xiaojian said: "This can't be done, won't your brain be burned out if you burn it like this." ”

Wang Wan'er, who was in a daze, said: "It's not easy to make anyway, burn it out." ”

Uncle Sun said, "I'll go find the doctor, you guys are waiting here." ”

The maid also got dressed together.

After the father and daughter left, Liu Mei found a bottle of liquor, took out two steel hammers, and prepared to give Wang Wan'er a physical therapy.

Don't say it, the method soil, but it seems to have been scraped when I was a child, and it is very easy to use, Wang Wan'er had to obey, and after a while, she yelled.

Of course, physical therapy had to take off clothes, and Zhang Xiaojian Zhuofei had no choice but to stand at the door with a cotton jacket at almost 20 degrees below zero.

Then the two old men looked at each other listening to Wang Wan'er's shout, and showed a smile, smiling and taking the car.

Within half an hour, Uncle Sun and Yaya brought a doctor from the village health station into the house, and without saying anything, first came a butt needle with the fastest effect, Wang Wan'er suddenly felt pain and numbness on half of her body, so she had to change her lying down to lying on her stomach.

Of course, this injection was more effective than Liu Mei's physical therapy, and it didn't take long for Wang Wan'er to have a fever, and the people who tossed until midnight were also tired and fell asleep one after another.

As soon as the next day dawned, Wang Wan'er, who had passed the strength of the medicine, was the first to wake up.

She got out of bed with a trembling body, wanting not to disturb everyone, but she couldn't help retching.

Like getting up, everyone woke up almost instantly, Ye Mozhu and Liu Mei hugged her, and when they touched their heads, they could feel hot without a thermometer.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at her flushed little face and said, "Another fever reducer, let's go back to Ningyuan immediately to find a big hospital, it won't work like this." ”

His proposal was met with everyone's approval.

So, they began to pack up in the shortest possible time and prepared to say goodbye to Feiluan Village.

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At the same time, Yue Liang was also bidding farewell to Feiluan Village, and his extended luxury car had been parked at the door of the village chief's house.

Knowing that he was leaving this morning, the villagers, who had already gotten up early, came out to see him off, and hundreds of people stood with a kind and expectant smile on their faces.

Today's weather is also very good, not only is there no fog from yesterday, there is not a single cloud in the sky, only the early morning winter sun splashes, slightly let the temperature rise slightly, the only drawback may be that the wind is a little strong.

After Yue Liang finished breakfast, he came to the gate under the escort of Village Chief Lao Hu and a family of six.

Then he saw those relatives in his mouth, looking at their smiles, looking at the way they waved, Yue Liang felt that his conscience, which had been flying on the scales of his heart for a night and didn't know where he was flying, had returned.

Just glanced at the trunk of the elongated luxury car, Yue Liang pulled his collar, squeezed out a stiff smile that was already common in winter and waved his hand: "Don't send it away, everyone, I'm leaving." ”

So, there was another warm greeting and farewell.

After about half an hour, the villagers piled up the seats behind his extended luxury car with souvenirs, and he finally got into the driver's seat.

With one foot on the accelerator, Yue Liang's car finally drifted away, he seemed to be in a good mood and whistled.

The melody of the whistle is good, and he plays it well, but no one around appreciates it.

If anyone is there, you must be able to hear that he is playing the theme song of "Infernal Affairs".

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