Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 88 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

This afternoon, it was time to do psychological counseling for Han Zhe for free.

This time, his parents brought him here, along with two bags full of local eggs and vegetables from home.

Afraid of delaying their son's treatment, they took the initiative to wait cautiously in a corner of the reception area.

Shu Xin and the others didn't take care of them on purpose, that would only make them feel more uncomfortable and owed, it's just so natural, just treat them as ordinary guests.

In the office, Jiang Lan and Han Zhe sat face to face.

Jiang Lan, "How do you feel recently? Have you gotten rich?"

There was no response to her words, looking into his eyes, Han Zhe was avoiding and ignoring unnaturally.

"It seems that you are sober now, and you can understand what I said, right?" Jiang Lan put away her pen, "It's okay if you ignore me, but your parents are waiting outside, and they are too old to be cautious and tormented because of you." waiting there."

"Can you bear to see them like this?"

She didn't believe that Han Zhe would be so cruel. That man who was reluctant to buy popsicles for himself but missed his parents would not be so ruthless even if he became abnormal.

There was soothing music playing in the office, and Han Zhe looked out the door with unsteady movements, his eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes lax, which showed that he was struggling violently in his heart.

"It is not terrible for people to fail. Everyone must learn to face it, face their own responsibilities, and face their own shortcomings..."

As Jiang Lan's voice became softer, Han Zhe's eyes became clearer and brighter. He persisted for 5 minutes longer than last time, and once again returned to his silly look.

Han Zhe, "I am such a successful person. The only shortcoming is that I have endless money. The biggest worry every day is how to spend the money."

Jiang Lan, "...."

"Then you are really distressed."

She glanced at the time, there was still an hour before she got off work, and she followed his words to chat.

"What business are you doing recently, are the popsicles still on sale?"

"The popsicle earns only a small amount of money. Now I have a new job and I will take the warm route."

Jiang Lan heard him say this for the first time, and was curious, "How do you get the warm line?"

"The cart sells roasted sweet potatoes."

After he came over mysteriously and finished speaking, he put his index finger on his mouth and pressed it firmly, "I will tell you about this, and most people don't tell him."

"Have you made any money?"

So, sell baked sweet potatoes right now because the weather is getting colder and likes them hot?

"Does it need to be said? There must be endless money to be made. A sweet potato that costs one yuan a catty sells for ten yuan after roasting. Put it hot in your hand, it is fragrant and sweet."

Jiang Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, why is this person's memory so strange, every time what remains in his memory are some trivial things, but he is so persistent.

"Is it tasty?"

Han Zhe shook his head, "It's just a piece of broken sweet potato. What's so delicious? It takes a lot of water bottle cardboard to get such a small piece. It's too much effort!"

"Sweet potatoes, our Han Zhe has loved to eat them since he was a child."

When Mother Han heard her mention it, there was a smile on her lips. A few days ago, he went out with me to pick up junk, and watched the sweet potato cart for a long time, and finally bought a piece for him to take home.

Han Zhe was very happy at the time, but after returning home and eating, his face looked ugly. He must say that it was not delicious, so he would not buy it in the future.

Han Mu said, "How could it not be delicious? He has always been the most sensible one. Even if he is sick, he still knows how to love our old couple."

When they left, Shu Xin and the others who had watched the whole process were bound to sigh.

Lao Lu said, "This young man is really special. Others are living in the dream of getting rich, but he is good. He is pragmatic and exaggerated."

Xiaobai felt deeply, "Only the poor would have such a dream."

Bobo, "The world is real."

It was at this time that Wen Qingyun came over, and she was taken aback when she entered, the atmosphere was too sad.

Wen Qingyun, "What are you guys doing? Everyone's looking downcast."

Jiang Lan was quite surprised to see him, "What wind brought you, a busy person, and the studio is finished?"

"Hurry up. Speaking of this, I have to thank your guy. If it wasn't for his help, I wouldn't be able to rent a good and cheap office building."

"Thank you, don't just express it verbally, show your actual actions."

Wen Qingyun grinned, pretending not to understand, "Didn't I come to thank you in person, the old man asked me to bring you the fruit, and I'll take it home with you when you get off work."

Jiang Lan's complexion changed slightly, and she smiled as naturally as possible, "Don't bother you, I will take it away by myself later."

"No, I have to personally deliver the task that the old man entrusted to me." Wen Qingyun happened to be idle and ready to finish it off, "It's almost time, so don't be dazed, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he was ready to go out and motioned for her to follow.

Jiang Lan wanted to disappear in place, how could she explain that she was living in a big villa now.

"Senior brother, don't bother. You are so busy in the studio now, and you even sent me some fruit. Just call me to pick it up."

"Don't mind, it happens that the two studios are relatively close." Wen Qingyun said something was wrong, carefully observing her expression, "What are you panicking about?"

"No, you read it wrong."

Wen Qingyun is not so easily fooled, "That's what your expression tells me."

The two people's professional abilities are not at the same level. Jiang Lan wanted to give up lying and chose a compromise reason, "Wen Miao will pick me up right away, just put me in the car."

Wen Qingyun asked suspiciously, "You still live together?"

She nodded.

Wen Qingyun almost gritted her teeth, she really took advantage of that stinky brat, and gave her a look of resentment, she was chased by a boy so easily, as expected, there were too few ambiguous partners.

He didn't think much about it, "It's easy for him to take it away, but you have to go down with me, the things are still in the trunk."

After tossing for a long time, I still want her to go down.

If it wasn't for Grandpa Wen's sake, she would have rejected it a long time ago.

Walking down the stairs, Wen Qingyun mentioned it again, "If you want me to say, you just take people to my place and forget it. You can still be a veteran when you come here now, it's not much better than staying in this broken building."

Jiang Lan clicked her tongue lightly, "Dig the wall, dig the wall, and no personal attacks are allowed."

Wen Qingyun shrugged, knowing what she meant, so she didn't say any more.

He asked gossip, "Wen Miao still lives with you?"

Her eyelids twitched, and she responded calmly, "Yes."

"I really don't understand what their rich people are thinking every day. Don't you feel that you can't use it if you live in a big house and huddle together with your old man?"

Jiang Lan panicked, always feeling that her senior brother had discovered something, and how she should answer so as not to show timidity.

(End of this chapter)