She looked up: "Wang Shanxi? ”

Guan Sixing frowned: "You recognized the wrong person." ”

Wang Shanxi was his student.

"It's impossible to admit mistakes." Jiang Youyou was sure, "We met at school, I was the doctor who gave you a physical examination, don't you remember me?" ”

Guan Sixing grimaced: "I remember." ”

He's not like someone, who has such a bad memory.

He descended from the ladder and crouched down to pick up the nails that had fallen at her feet. Just as she got up, the wide hem of her skirt hurriedly brushed the back of his hand.

The nail fell to the ground again.

He stared at his hands, annoyed.

"What were you doing up there?" Jiang Youyou looked up curiously.

"Repair the tower."

He went to pick up the nails again.

He didn't know if his head had rubbed against the beam at the top of the tower, and it was stained with a cloud of dust.

Jiang Youyou is a little obsessive-compulsive and wants to rub his hair and get rid of the ashes. Can't play hooligan, she couldn't help it: "You still build a tower?" ”

"Hmm."

The history of the construction of Xianglin Temple is very long, and the tower temple is seriously aging. The abbot of the temple and Guan Sixing's grandfather are old acquaintances. The abbot originally wanted Mr. Guan to recommend someone to come over to repair it, because the mortise and tenon structure was used to build the tower, and the ordinary construction workers could not repair it, but he didn't expect the old man to call his little grandson directly.

The physical engineer of the Seventh Research Institute personally came to repair the tower, and the abbot was also very flattered.

"Mr. Wang."

Someone once said that I like male college students the most.

Guan Sixing picked the nail in his hand, fought with himself for a long time, and finally agreed to her classmate Wang: "...... Well. ”

"Do you know how to get to the dining room here?"

Jiang Youyou was hungry.

Guan Sixing took her to the kitchen, and there was a little master from the temple in the kitchen.

She looked at the little master with the eyes of her relatives and asked if she could start the meal in advance, the little master said yes, she ran to get the bowl with a smile, and saw that classmate Wang was still at the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. Then you go back and continue to repair the tower, hard work, Mr. Wang. ”

Throw it away when you run out, it's very Jiang Youyou.

Mr. Wang left with his head down.

He didn't go to repair the tower, walked to the Bodhi tree ten meters away, squatted in the shade, looked at the kitchen, and saw Jiang Youyou holding a bowl with a smile, and asked the little master to scoop more food for her.

She ate two bowls of rice.

Guan Sixing wrote three words Jiang Youyou on the ground with a nail, and wrote next to it: But ask for money, rich and rich for a lifetime.

He made a phone call to his mother, Ms. Tan.

Ms. Tan was surprised and delighted when she received the call: "Baby, you actually called your mother." "It's hard for her to get a call from her baby son during the holidays.

"Mom, do we have any money in our family?"

"Hahaha, some have." Ms. Tan was so surprised, her family's physical machine was finally interested in something else, "What's the matter, baby, isn't there enough money to spend?" ”

"It's not." Guan Sixing usually eats and lives in the research institute, and has no concept of money, "Is there a lot?" ”

Ms. Tan was modest and modest: "It's quite a lot." ”

"Can you be rich for a lifetime?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ms. Tan was very pleased, "Don't worry, son, do your studies well, and your parents will earn money." ”

"Hmm."

Guan Sixing hung up the phone, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

After Jiang Youyou finished eating, he went to his mother's tablet and knelt for a while, then rubbed his knees and went home.

*****

At three or four o'clock, the sweeping monk was sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps, and there was a sudden thunder in the air.

"It's so dark, it's going to rain."

"I think we've been halfway down the mountain."

The two monks continued to sweep the floor.

Guan Sixing had not finished repairing the pagoda when he heard the thunder and came out and asked one of the monks, "Is that pilgrim from the Jizo Hall gone?" ”

"It's gone, I moved half an hour ago."

*****

Heavy rain was falling halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Youyou raised his mobile phone and searched for a long time but there was still no signal. She was so angry that she kicked off her damn high heels, and her ankle hurt so much that tears were pouring out.

blamed Jiang Zhenghao, she was dizzy, and came to the temple wearing high heels.

She endured the pain, gritted her teeth against the mountain wall and stood up, raised her head, and was instantly confused by the rain. She wiped a handful of rain and looked at the height above it.

She fell. Because the heel of the shoe got stuck in the stone, I couldn't stand firm when I pulled it out hard.

The mountain wall was steep, and she fell on both legs, especially her right ankle, which hurt when she moved, and it was impossible to climb up. There was no cell phone signal, and no passers-by passed by in the rain, so she might have died here. She broke the jar and fell, and the rain did not hide, and sat down in a negative mood.

It's okay to be dead, and if she dies, she will go to the temple to accompany her mother.

But the money in her bank card has not been spent yet, Jiang Zhenghao treats her financially well, and it is estimated that the money will fall into Shen Li's hands after she is not spent, as well as her house, her car and her bag...... She suddenly didn't want to die, she hadn't spent enough money from the Jiang family, and she couldn't cheapen the mother and son.

She reached for the branch, broke off a large leaf, held it on her head to protect herself from the rain, and went to pick up another stone and knocked on the wall.

"Is there anyone?"

"Is there anyone?"

“……”

"Is there anyone?"

"Is there anyone?"

In the back, the voice became more and more weak: "Is there anyone-"

Suddenly, his head was hit by something, and Jiang Youyou looked up.

"Mr. Wang!"

Her face and head were covered with muddy water, and her clothes were also scratched when she rolled down, and she was embarrassed, but her eyes were shining, and she asked excitedly, "Are you here to save me?" ”

Mr. Wang was wearing a black raincoat with a very cold expression: "I passed by." ”

No, he was followed by two masters from the temple.

He lowered the rope, tied one end to himself, and slowly descended the rope. It was about three or four meters high, and after his feet hit the ground, he untied the rope and walked under the tree where she was sheltering from the rain, and looked at her with a frown.

She had injuries on her hands and feet.

"Are there any injuries other than hands and feet?"

You don't need to look in the mirror Jiang Youyou also knows that she must be ugly at this moment, she pulled the sticky hair off her face, revealing a face that was white by heavy rain: "On the back." ”

Guan Sixing stared thoughtfully at her back for a few seconds, then walked over, bent down, stretched out a finger, picked a position that would not offend her, and pressed it.

"Does it hurt to press like this?"

Jiang Youyou shivered, not knowing if it was cold: "A little." ”

He pressed again.

Jiang Youyou felt weird: "Don't press it, I'm a doctor, I didn't hurt the bones, but I had skin injuries." ”

Oh.

He had forgotten that she was a doctor.

He took out a pair of sneakers from his backpack, squatted down, placed them at her feet, and then looked up at her, his beautiful dark pupils motionless.

Jiang Youyou's third sister once raised a Labrador, and she felt that Wang was very similar to that Labrador.

"You put it on."

"Whose shoes?"

"Borrowed." Guan Sixing said, "It's clean. ”

Guan Sixing: I'm not a physical machine.

Ms. Tan: Okay.

Ms. Tan: Mom loves you.