Han Jiazhi said in disbelief: "Really? ”

Although Wen Ruming couldn't control her, it was strange and uncomfortable to keep nagging in her ear.

Wen Ruming said with a firm look in his eyes: "Of course, doctors never deceive people. ”

Han Jiazhi looked at Wen Ruming's sincere gaze, and withdrew his hand that was about to open the car door. At this time, Han Jiazhi realized that Wen Ruming's hands were cold.

It turned out that in order to stop himself, this guy ran out wearing only a thin long sleeve and an apron. Obviously shivering coldly, but he still stuck to the spot and bargained with her.

Han Jia didn't know for a moment whether to say that he was a 'living bodhisattva' with a stupid brain, or a nagging doctor carved into the bones of a rotten good person.

Being a man can do his part, and he is really unique.

Han Jiazhi walked back to the store quickly, and Wen Ruming stiffened to follow. After entering the store, Wen Ruming felt that he was finally alive again.

He picked up the work in his hand again, raised his head and told Han Jiazhi's back, "Remember to take medicine." ”

Han Jiazhi didn't look back, just lazily responded: "Got it." ”

After returning to the room, when Han Jiazhi took off his shoes, he found that the wound was indeed more serious.

Along the way, Han Jiazhi was not all smooth sailing, she spent the night in the wild, and spent three days on a pack of cookies and a bottle of water. When the car ran out of gas in a remote place, she walked eight kilometers in old sneakers to the nearest gas station to get gas, only to find that her feet were blistered.

It's not that she's not uninjured, and it's not that she hasn't suffered. With an injury like this, she can be said to be no stranger. Can a person who even sees her own life lighter than the wind, expect her to cherish her body?

Now that Han Jiazhi is ready to dedicate his life to freedom, of course he doesn't care about these small injuries and pains.

If it weren't for Wen Ruming to stop her, Han Jiazhi would have to climb the towering snow-capped mountain to take a look even if she was on crutches.

People, after spending a long time in the ice and snow, they think they are indifferent penguins. But I never thought that it was too long since I had seen the fire. With a little warmth and care, it becomes a young shoot, and even a thick layer of ice on top of it can't stop it from breaking through the ice.

When you feel the warmth, you will begin to become attached, and with attachment, you will become life-sparing and timid. Don't dare to take any more risks and start to cherish your body.

If Han Jiazhi shook her desire to pursue freedom and dedicate her life because of this warmth given by Wen Ruming, then Han Jiazhi would feel very pathetic.

How unfortunate it is to be moved by a stranger's small actions to give up his beliefs. And how much love is there to make myself moved to tears of gratitude because of a warm word from a stranger.

For Han Jiazhi, this is no different from a beggar on the side of the road.

When someone gives him a coin, he praises them with the best blessing in the world, the highest praise. Think this is the best person in the world, and then take him as a benefactor.

This is not Han Jiazhi.

Even if she is penniless now, even if she is no longer the heir of the Han family and the Zheng family, or she is no longer a young lady, she will never fall into this field.

Han Jiazhi was lying on the bed, holding the ointment given to her by Wen Ruming in her hand, she looked at it carefully, and seemed to be able to see a flower from this small ointment.

"He's such a nice guy." Han Jiazhi muttered to himself, "But I don't like good people." ”

Han Jiazhi fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the evening. She looked at the starry sky outside and suddenly shook her head.

This moment of feeling seemed to make Han Jiazhi find the destination he had been pursuing all his life.

The warm quilt, the small but comfortable room, I woke up naturally when I slept and woke up naturally, and when I woke up, I saw the stars outside the window. No one calls out of the blue to disturb their rest, because there is no one to restrain them anymore.

At this time, she is the most free existence, and she is in a room full of home, looking at the most beautiful scenery.

This reminded her of the endless wasteland, where she had been driving for a day and had not been able to find a place to stay, and had ended up in the car for the night.

I don't know if it was too cold or too lonely that night, but in the hot summer days, she felt infinitely cold. The only thing that can comfort the soul is the starry sky that you can see when you look up.

It was the most beautiful scene she had ever seen, and it was the coldest night she felt.

Compared with this moment, Han Jiazhi almost moved the idea of retiring here.

But the sudden sound of her stomach brought her back to her senses.

She was hungry again.

Han Jiazhi picked up the mobile phone placed next to the bed, and after taking a look, he realized that it was already early in the morning. At this point, it is estimated that even Wen Ruming went to rest.

"Let's take a look." Thinking like this, Han Jiazhi lifted the quilt, hurriedly put on his slippers and opened the door and walked downstairs.

She hurried to the top of the stairs with her handle, and found that the lights on the first floor were still on, and the occasional dishwashing sound could be heard in the kitchen. Looking inside, you can vaguely see Wen Ruming's busy back.

Han Jia's heart was overjoyed, he jumped to the first floor with his handle, walked to the kitchen with ease, lifted the curtain on the door and buckled it aside, and then leaned against the door and said to Wen Ruming: "Are you still cooking egg fried rice today?" ”

Wen Ruming, who was washing dishes with gloves, glanced back at Han Jia, then continued to do the work in his hand and replied, "There is no egg fried rice today." ”

"Oh." Han Jiazhi hung her head a little lost, it seemed that she could only sleep on an empty stomach.

Han Jiazhi turned around in disappointment, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Wen Ruming say again: "Although there is no egg fried rice today, there are vermicelli, let's make you an ant on the tree." ”

"Really?!" Han Jiazhi turned to look at Wen Ruming in surprise.

Wen Ruming smiled and said, "I never lie to people. ”

This sentence again, Han Jiazhi remembered that Wen Ruming had also said this sentence this morning. Some words are too much, but no one will question his authenticity.

Han Jiazhi said happily: "Then I'll wait for your ants to go up the tree, quasi-doctor." ”

"Hmm." Wen Ruming wiped and disinfected the washed dishes and chopsticks before he began to prepare for stir-frying.

Han Jiazhi looked at the kitchen at the dining table, hoping that the time would pass sooner so that she could eat the food as soon as possible!

Her fingers tapped on the wooden tabletop, and the rhythmic and dull tapping sound revealed the anxiety of her master at this time.

After nearly twenty minutes, Wen Ruming finally brought out the finished noodles, with a strong fragrance, which made Han Jiazhi even more greedy.