The first snow of 2002 came earlier than usual.

Department of Psychiatry, Second Hospital of HD District, Beiping.

The man smiled slightly, but did not answer, stepped out with his right foot, and stepped down slowly. Xu Yu lifted his legs, and everyone did not change color, and they saw a footprint about an inch deep on the bluestone road......"

This is a fragment of the heroes of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Dr. Yang spat and explained, which was particularly fascinating.

Huo Yunting, who was sitting in front of him, closed his eyes, and listened very attentively.

Dr. Yang's voice echoed in the old office, and Huo Yunting leaned back in his chair quietly with his eyes closed, neither happy nor sad.

"Slippery"

After a long time, Dr. Yang sucked the tea, and Huo Yunting slowly opened his eyes.

The young man is just over twenty, and his facial features are sharp and angular, but there is a little more depth and twilight in his eyes that does not belong to this age.

This disease is strange to say, maybe he is the only one in the world. As soon as he hears the story, the image will come to life in front of his eyes.

He had long forgotten when the disease had plagued him, but as time went on, it became more and more severe, and in previous years it had developed to the point where he would unknowingly substitute himself into it.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have dropped out of high school and came to Peking to seek treatment.

Just like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" just now, he is the iron-footed fairy king, and Peng Lianhu's face changed suddenly.

The inner tension and excitement, the emotional twists and turns, have not disappeared until now.

And this is the result of his doctor's treatment and slowly learning to control his heart.

Otherwise, it would not have been able to slow down for a few days.

"Whew...... Dr. Yang, I feel much better this time. ”

Taking a sip of hot tea, Old Man Yang said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that it is right to let you be a group performer."

"If you act too much, you will be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and over time you will become resistant. In a few years, you should be in full control of your thoughts, unaffected by the story. ”

"Doctor Yang, I've been giving you trouble these days."

Standing up, Huo Yunting respectfully gave a fist salute.

"You're welcome, it's not like you didn't get paid." Yang Guohua glanced at the fruit on the table and said with a smile.

He knew that this kid was a practitioner, and he was not surprised by this rare fist salute.

"Anyway, thank you."

His family knows his own affairs, Yang Guohua is an expert in spirituality, and the registration fee is not low.

Huo Yunting, a North Drifter, has a salary of several hundred yuan a month, and he can't sell his kidney for more than a year.

It was Yang Guohua who was very curious about this disease, so he regarded it as a research, so he kept giving him free treatment.

There was nothing to repay, so he could only bring some fruit every time he came to show his heart.

The two chatted about his condition for a while, and Yang Guohua told him some precautions, as well as some research experiences, and told him that he didn't have to come again in the future.

After Huo Yunting left, Yang Guohua put his feet on the table and sighed, "This is a big loss, I haven't studied anything for a year." ”

"If you give him another rule, Lao Tzu will die, let him fend for himself, anyway, I am benevolent and righteous."

……

The winter in Peking is very cold, the cold wind is like a blade, and the face hurts, and the cheap down jacket can't resist the cold at all.

Out of the hospital, Huo Yunting put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with his neck bent.

I walked two streets, turned around, and got into a hot pot restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, the heat rushed to his face, and he slipped into his shirt through the slit of his neck, cutting through his body, and it was much warmer at first.

"Ouch! Brother Yun is here, what are you going to do? ”

Greeting, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old chubby with a soup pot greeted him.

"Two beers, fish pot." Huo Yunting said with a sigh of relief in his hand.

This shop used to be the place where he first came to Beiping to work, and a month ago, in order to treat his illness, he listened to Yang Guohua's words and went to work as a group performer.

The fat man's name is Yue Longgang, who came a few months ago, and has been behind his ass for a while, he is honest and diligent.

Because he often comes here for treatment, he occasionally comes over for a meal, and the two of them get acquainted with each other.

I casually found a table and sat down, and within two minutes, Yue Longgang carried two bottles of beer and put them on the table.

"Brother, I'm a little busy today, let's drink it first, and I have to wait for the fish fillet pot haha."

"It's okay, you're busy, I'm not in a hurry."

'Bang' twice, Huo Yunting picked up the lid of the beer with chopsticks, and after pouring a big sip, his body felt a lot more comfortable.

A bottle of beer has not yet reached the bottom, and there is a quarrel in the box.

The hot pot restaurant is not big, just two private rooms, both in the lobby. Not far away, Huo Yunting heard the scolding inside and Yue Longgang's continuous apology.

Listening to the sound becoming more and more intense, Huo Yunting got up and went over, and glanced through the hidden door to see that four or five young men were still swearing.

Yue Longgang's eyes were red and tears were rolling, and he bowed vigorously and apologized.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm a little busy today, it's wrong for me to remember the wrong number, please take these two bottles of wine."

"Dude can't afford to pay money, right, can you use it?"

"Then I'll pay for it myself." Yue Longgang, who was extremely aggrieved, just said.

apologized, and the food money was waived, but these people still didn't give up, and the clay man still had three points of anger, let alone a young man who was in adolescence.

"!"

"You're a pretty arrogant kid, your store has this service attitude, right?"

"Let me tell you, I won't give you a cent for this meal today!"

"I can't count it, why don't you die!"

"Bang!"

kicked the door open, Huo Yunting stood at the door without saying a word, and the room was suddenly silent.

Then several pairs of eyes looked at each other.

"Yun, Brother Yun, what's inside... Are you still there? Didn't resign? ”

Huo Yunting frowned and said, "Check out, get out." ”

He was very impressed by this group of people, and it was not the first time that he had ordered the wrong dish in this group of grandsons. When he was still working in a hot pot restaurant before, he encountered exactly the same thing as Yue Longgang.

He is a native of Cangzhou, Hebei Province, from Huojiazhuang, which is a well-known boxer. Not to mention that Cangzhou is the hometown of martial arts, and I dare not say that all the martial arts in the world are here, but there is also a seven, seven, eighty, eight.

He didn't have the good temper of Yue Longgang when he practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he went back directly. Just as they were about to do it, these bastards turned the table over.

The final deal was that the money for a table of dishes was deducted from his salary, and he worked for nothing for half a month.

Not idle, he found a steel pipe that night, followed the whistle all the way to the small alley, and sent several people to the hospital for a few days.

These grandsons did not change their lives, and after being discharged from the hospital, they found a few people to block him on his way to get off work.

That night, he hit eight.

They haven't been in the store since.

A month ago, he resigned to be a group performer, and he met these bastards in places like Bayi Film and Television Base and Style Garden. Seeing him, these few were all hiding.

"Okay brother, let's settle the bill."

Pooling money, settling bills, leaving, the action was done in one go, without the slightest demudge.

"Brother Yun, thank you." Yue Longgang wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Manly man, what are you crying for. Pack up and get to work. Patting him on the shoulder, Huo Yunting turned around and went back to drink, and at this moment the fish pot was also brought up by another waiter.

After a while, after the fish pot was eaten, the wine was exhausted, and his body was a lot hotter, Huo Yunting got up and walked out of the store, and fine snowflakes fell.

The cold wind blew and scraped through Huo Yunting's skin along the gaps in his clothes, causing goosebumps all over his body, and the heat brought by the fish pot was also blown away.

Let's run for a while.

About half an hour, Huo Yunting, who was trotting all the way, came to the gate of Beiping Film Studio.

Although it was already afternoon, dozens of people still gathered at the gate of the Beijing Film Studio.

They are all group performers waiting to take over.