When I slept in a daze in the morning, I heard Su Xiuying whispering to Fang Jing in my ear. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the name of that guy you're talking about? How did I hear Lao Wang mention a Mongolian doctor? ”

"The surname is Ma, I don't know the specific name." Fang Jing's voice was a little weak, as if she was about to get up and was pressed to the kang by Su Xiuying again, "It's not dawn yet, you have only slept for two hours, and you will lie down for a while." ”

"Minghan is going to be cremated today, and I want to give him a ride." Fang Jing's voice was hoarse, she taught Xiaobei acupuncture last night, and she talked too much.

"I know, you lie down, I'll get up and boil water." Su Xiuying got up and dressed quickly, and didn't forget to tuck the quilt for Xiaobei before going to the ground.

The room was quiet, Fang Jing suddenly coughed violently, and Xiaobei was woken up, "Doctor Fang, I'll go pour some water." ”

"Xiaobei, leave me alone, it's okay, there is inflammation in the body caused by the lungs and heat, lie down, it's cold in the house."

"Asleep?" Fang Jing saw Xiaobei snuggling up to her side, her body stiffened obviously, she was not used to being so close to her, but after only being stunned for a few seconds, she calmly faced Xiaobei.

"Well, I slept soundly." In the dark, Xiaobei's eyes have a layer of gray, which is as beautiful as the night pearl.

"The eyes are beautiful." Fang Jing's heartfelt praise.

"That's what I thought too." Xiaobei shook his head proudly and replied with a smile.

"Phew, kick your nose in the face."

Fang Jing is cold-faced and kind-hearted, but she is not as gentle as Yu Yuemei or Su Xiuying, and she has always maintained a sense of alienation from Xiaobei.

Xiaobei felt that she unconsciously wrapped herself in a cold protective shield and refused to be cared for and loved by others, which may be one of the reasons why she and Li Minghan could not become dependents.

"Master!" Xiaobei didn't care whether Fang Jing was an ice cube or not, he leaned over and shouted quietly, making Fang Jing's heart throb violently and his heart bloom.

"Little girl, it's useless to be sweet with a bare mouth, you must digest everything I handed over to you last night, don't embarrass me."

"I know, people are not stupid, you always teach me three or five times, it hurts my self-esteem!"

Fang Jing was choked by her and had nothing to say, her heart, which had always been as cold as ice, became loose and melted because Xiaobei was able to be so intimate with her, and a tenderness rose in her heart, and she also felt that life was really not so miserable, and there were still many beautiful things waiting ahead.

"Master, why did the Mongolian doctor's legs be sawed off?" Xiaobei had no fear, and began to inquire about the old man's situation.

"Well, I don't know the specific situation, it's been many years since this incident, and I still used a silver needle to seal his acupuncture point, so I didn't let him bleed to death."

"What year did this happen?"

"Xiaobei, why are you so curious about him?" Fang Jing stared at Xiaobei's eyes warily.

She heard Su Xiuying talk about Xiaobei's suspicion of He Huili, this kid always causes trouble for herself all day long, she doesn't want to talk about Dr. Ma, she is afraid that this troublemaker will be curious to inquire.

"In the future, you will have less contact with him, and besides, you can show me the prescription he wrote for you."

Su Xiaobei pursed his lips unhappily, and replied angrily, "What are you doing?" You're going to steal art? ”

"Phew, Flim Flam." Fang Jing got up and got dressed, ignoring her.

"Oh, master, don't be angry, the prescription is on my brother, don't look at him during the day." Xiaobei got up and climbed on Fang Jing's arm coquettishly, and the angry Fang Jing didn't dare to make a big move, for fear of hurting her.

"Scoundrel!" A word of anger made the two laugh.

"Xiaobei woke up? Why don't you sleep a little longer? Su Xiuying, who came in after boiling the water, was cold all over, and wanted to go over and make love to Xiaobei, but was stopped by Fang Jing, "It's so cold on her body, be careful to freeze her." ”

"Oh, you cut all my underwear, what am I wearing?"

When Xiaobei slept, he wore pajamas made by Fang Jing himself, or a small piece of cotton cloth.

This made the rough Su Xiuying laugh, saying that Fang Jing wore this body like a morning glory wrapped in a dog's tail, which was nondescript.

Xiaobei didn't dare to laugh, according to the eyes of her two lives, the pajamas made by Fang Jing are really beautiful, and they are also popular styles in later generations, I have to say that fashion is reincarnated, and this simple beauty will never go out of style.

Su Xiuying was embarrassed when she heard this, Xiaobei's skeleton is small, where can she find a suitable autumn coat and pants for her for a while?

The cotton jacket and cotton pants worn by Xiaobei are small for Ding Damei, and she came to the militia company for training, she was reluctant to put on the new clothes made by Yu Yuemei.

"What are you doing?" Fang Jing saw her put the torn autumn clothes on her body, and hurriedly stopped, "You just put my clothes inside, anyway, you have room for cotton clothes and pants, just right to put them on." ”

Fang Jing is 1.75 meters, Su Xiaobei is 1.45 meters, you can not pay attention to your image when you sleep, but it is ...... in broad daylight

Su Xiaobei was also polite, "Anyway, it's all for me to wear, just give me this dress, how about I give Dr. Fang a new one when I go back?" ”

"Hey, little ancestor, you really believe her words, what does this look like inside? Take off and put on my autumn coat. ”

Xiaobei didn't want to, she had a clever brain, and suddenly found a business opportunity.

This city has been holding clothing festivals every year after more than ten years, and in the streets and alleys, regardless of men, women, and children, they are very particular about dressing up, Fang Jing's old-fashioned personality will choose such sassy pajamas, it can be seen that the female colleagues who are in contact with her on weekdays must have shared these things with her.

Yu Yuemei is ingenious, Xiaobei wants to buy a sewing machine for her mother, and try to make some fashionable clothes at home to see if there is a market.

The touchstone is, of course, Fang Jing, if she returns her pajamas, without the size and style of clothes, Yu Yuemei can't make it.

Xiaobei didn't think of any of them, and Fang Jing didn't care, just take it, and use it as a meeting gift from the master to the apprentice.

At six o'clock, the sky was bright, and Wang Yulin came to knock on the door.

The first time he saw Xiaobei, the young man exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Xiaobei, brother said that you have leg cramps, why did you swell like this overnight?" ”

Where can you see good with small clothes and big clothes? It's no wonder that the body is not bloated!

"Hehe, second brother, I wear more, wear more!"

Lin Guixiang's second son, Lin Weiguo, found a tractor, brought a few helpers over, and carried Li Minghan's coffin into the car, and the group squeezed into three cars and drove to the crematorium in the northwest.

"Grandpa, don't you wait for your aunt to come?" Lin Xiangping looked back, the Zheng family sisters didn't come over, how could they say that they sent Zheng Yunfeng's husband, she shouldn't have appeared.

"Humph! A fool, Zheng Yufen looked down on her, but it's a pity that Ming Han was killed by her and ended up so miserably, damn it, it's better if she doesn't come. ”

Lin Xiangping stuck out his tongue, the old man's temper was uncertain in the past two days, and he scolded the second uncle in the morning, which made him inexplicable and embarrassed.

Last night, the old man suddenly talked about Xiang Ming, so she was surprised, you must know that no one in this family dares to mention Xiang Ming's name, every time she mentions the old man, she blackens her face, as if Xiang Ming is not his own grandson, but a heinous villain.

Lin Xiangping was thinking nonsense on the side, and Old Man Lin closed his eyes to recuperate, "Xiangping, did that kid write to you?" ”