The next day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nine.

Before Chenyang woke up, he was woken up by the phone ringing, and he raised his eyelids in a daze to see that it was Wen Xia.

"Hey, squad leader. ”

"Haven't gotten up yet?"

"Well," Chenyang looked at his watch, "it's going to be half an hour." ”

Wen Xia said helplessly, "Okay, you said yesterday that you would take me to your aunt's small theater to listen to cross talk, where is the address there? Also, what time does it start?"

Chenyang subconsciously said, "The September Small Theater on Saihan Road in Xinmin District, the starting time is two o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Wen Xia's repeated voice came from the phone, "September Small Theater on Saihan Road, Xinmin District, you can deliver it before two o'clock, well, okay, how much is it." ”

"What are you doing?"

"Order the flower basket. ”

"No, you can just go. Chenyang Road.

Although he has not really been a classmate with Wen Xia, his memory tells him that Wen Xia has liked to listen to cross talk since he was a child, and he held a party and performed on stage when he was in high school, so he can be said to be a complete cross talk fan.

So yesterday, he invited Wen Xia to participate in the third anniversary of the aunt's small theater.

I didn't expect this little girl to be very particular, so she went to order flowers early.

Wen Xia said, "Then what's the matter, I'll listen to it for free, and I won't even say anything, so let's do this first, let's meet at the small theater at noon, bye-bye." ”

"Well, bye-bye. ”

hung up the phone, and Chenyang lost his sleepiness.

I got up and took a shower, and I received a call from my mother, who was a little noisy on my mother's side, and I could hear that I should be helping in the small theater.

"Hey, Yangyang, are you up?"

"Got up, just took a shower. ”

"Come to your aunt's small theater at noon, today your aunt's small theater celebrates its third anniversary, remember to come. ”

"Well, I know, my aunt called me yesterday, by the way, Mom, I'm bringing a friend today, you remember to ask my aunt to leave me an extra place. ”

As soon as she heard this, her mother immediately gossiped and asked, "Friend, what friend, is it a girlfriend?"

Chenyang was speechless, "What girlfriend, it's my first classmate in high school." ”

"I guess too, just like you and now you are a jobless vagrant, who is looking for you. ”

"Mom, why do you say that about your son and me, anyway, we have also inherited the excellent genes of you and my father, not to mention anything else, but with this look, it is also Yushu is suave and suave, and the little girl is ...... when she sees me" 3.5 million in hand, Chenyang began to narcissist.

"Okay, okay, don't be poor, let me ask you, how are you looking for a job?"

"Then you don't need to talk about it, you can catch it!"

"What kind of work, where is the unit?"

Guest writers are actually similar to the online gods in their previous lives, and they belong to freelancers, but unlike in their previous lives, the profession of guest writers will generally be recognized by everyone, and they are equivalent to white-collar workers in this world.

There are more than 3 million in the card, and a salary of more than 20,000 yuan, Chenyang is not to mention how proud, my mother asked, and immediately said, "Capital Daily, guest writer, how about Mom, this job is okay." ”

My mother was stunned, "You kid didn't lie to me?"

Chenyang owes a debt and said, "Where do I dare, who are you, you are the Queen Mother Lafayette of our family, I dare to lie to you? Besides, I can't starve to death if I don't look for a job, and the few fairy tales I wrote last time have been published, and the manuscript fee is more than 3 million." ”

Mom was completely stunned this time, "No, more than 3 million? So much money? Last time you published prose, it was only tens of thousands, didn't you say last time that the fairy tale market was saturated, and no matter how you write, you can't get out, you shouldn't be being deceived." ”

"What are you cheating, the money is in hand, I said last time that the fairy tale market is saturated, that's true, but you have to divide people to write, don't blow with you, just those fairy tale masters now, in the eyes of your son, are all rubbish. "The morning sun is starting to blow.

But, this is also what he said in his heart.

Now don't talk about other people, even the famous Chinese fairy tale master Ding Ning can only be regarded as a beginner in his eyes, compared to fairy tales?

My mother laughed, "You just blow it, it's still garbage, I don't know how much it costs for people to publish a book, so it's such a small achievement." ”

She said this, but Chenyang could hear it, and her mother was already happy and didn't know what to say, and after a pause, she said again, "Didn't you say that your throat hurt last time? ”

Hearing his mother say this, Chenyang was puzzled, "Yesterday? I was at home yesterday." ”

My mother was angry, "Were you there at noon?"

"Uh...... All right. ”

"Smoke less in the future, don't be like your dad, who only knew to quit when he got pharyngitis. ”

"Okay, okay, I know, Mom, then I'll hang up first. ”

"Remember to come early at noon, your aunt is waiting for you. ”

"Hmm. ”

After chatting with his mother for a few more words, Chenyang hung up the phone, picked out clean clothes, looked at his watch, it was half past ten, Xinmin District was still some distance from where he lived, anyway, there was nothing wrong, Chenyang was too lazy to stay at home, called Wen Xia, and was ready to go.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a blue lozenge on the shoe cabinet.

In normal times, he would pass by at a glance, but now, his eyes are straight, of course, it is not how precious this lozenge is, but this packaging.

A black and white oval photo hangs on the top of a palm-sized rectangular box with a black-and-white oval on the top of the photo, showing a middle-aged man with a head and a smooth white font written "gocden" underneath.

Looking further down, there are red characters on a white background, with five big characters clearly written on it: Golden Mulberry Throat Treasure!

Chenyang's eyes were straight.

He is too familiar with this medicine, in his own world, this medicine can be regarded as the originator of the lozenge industry, when he was a child, when he had a sore throat, he was not less forced by his family to stuff this medicine.

Could it be that this world has it too?

Thinking in his heart, Chenyang opened the box, and a golden lozenge fell out of it, and the golden color here is not an adjective, but a noun.

Golden, yellow, and a golden coin in the palm of your hand.

"Is it the same name?"

Chattering, Chenyang put the golden pill on his nose, smelled it, there was a faint mint smell, and then put it on his mouth, just stretched out his tongue to lick it, the golden lozenge suddenly turned into a fog, and before he could react, it was sucked in his mouth.

With the influx of golden mist, Chenyang felt a coolness in his throat, and there was a hint of sweetness in the coolness, but this process did not last long, and a breath suddenly welled up in his chest.

"Ahem, ahem. Chenyang subconsciously coughed twice.

However, as he coughed twice, he suddenly felt itchy in his throat, and with each breath, the itch intensified.

"Damn!"

After barely saying a word, Chenyang couldn't open his mouth anymore, and could only cough instinctively.

Coughing all the time.

Coughing non-stop.

In the end, Chenyang was completely defeated.

The violent coughing made him unable to straighten his waist at all, all his senses were closed, and his vision was blurred by the tears he coughed up, however, what Chenyang didn't see was that at this moment, every breath of air he breathed would turn golden when it touched the tip of his nose, and every breath he coughed out of his mouth turned black......