and share this life with affection

Ou Hao raised his head and looked at Bian Zhi in a daze.

Weird.

She was obviously a little girl who looked like she had just graduated from college, and she was as tender as a freshly bloomed flower in spring.

Such a girl doesn't understand the sufferings of the world, and occasionally shows compassion, but most of them are not capable of sympathy.

But he somehow wanted to trust her.

I was very moved by the three words "try it" she said.

"Hey--"

Director Wang frowned, and came out of the office with a fierce look on his face.

"It's only natural to pay for medical treatment!" Director Wang frowned, and looked at Ou Hao rudely and bluntly: "Our Chinese medicine is not cheap. If you want to see a doctor, you have to pay. Do you have money?"

The light in Ou Hao's eyes disappeared instantly.

He has no money.

In other words, his money is too little.

With a blushing face, he took out the crumpled banknotes from his pocket, his back almost bowed into the most humble shape, "This, is this enough?"

The man's money was messy, like it was picked up from a garbage dump, and it smelled sour.

Director Wang took two steps back, with contempt on his face, "Stay away! What are you kidding, you don't even have enough money to register an account! It stinks!"

Ou Hao didn't dare to look into Bian Zhi's eyes, bit his lip fiercely, and asked softly, "But, can I pay on credit?"

"I, I pick up bottles and sell cardboard. I will pay back little by little in the future."

Obviously he has given up, but people always want to hold on to the last piece of driftwood.

"Selling paper! Hehe!" Director Wang's laughter was mixed with the dull sound of rain, "You are a beggar, and you have fooled us for fools. Our medicines cost at least a few hundred. If you pick up the rags, when will you be able to return them?" It’s over? And didn’t you hear clearly just now? Your condition is very serious, and it will take a long time to get results even after treatment. Why don’t you see a disease if you don’t have money!”

Director Wang looked at Ou Hao as if he was looking at dead meat, and sent him away holding his nose.

Ou Hao's head was lowered, as if he hadn't raised his head for many years, like a man in his decades, someone poked his spine and scolded him.

Before coming to the Chinese Medicine Center, he went to look for Aunt Tang, but he was ridiculed and said something worse than Director Wang.

Ou Hao was desperate, his shoulders trembled, he just wanted to find a place to die early, so as not to upset others or embarrass himself.

"How much money do you make in a month?"

Just as Ou Hao took a step outside, he heard the clear voice sound again.

He recognized the voice as that beautiful little girl with big eyes who said she could be cured.

In front of a girl with such eyes, his inferiority complex seemed to be magnified a lot, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at her.

Ou Hao rubbed the hem of his clothes uneasily, and said very lightly, "Five, five hundred."

"Ha ha!"

Director Wang's voice seemed to come from his nostrils, "Five hundred, what's wrong with you, buying an urn costs more than five hundred!"

"Director Wang." Bian Zhi frowned, and looked at the philistine woman coldly, "If you can't learn to shut up, I think my silver needle will teach you when to stop."

Ou Hao raised his eyes.

Then he saw the soft little girl close her eyes suddenly, exuding a powerful and intimidating aura all over her body, as if she was emitting light.

Her voice is soft and nice.

It is inexplicably awe-inspiring.

Bian Zhi turned his head, "Five hundred, yes, but I hope you know that immune diseases take time and patience. If you want to try it, if you trust me, then I hope you can persist. , can you do it?"

Ou Hao nodded, feeling that he had met a fairy Bodhisattva.

In the past, I could only tell him, "Give it up," "You can't be cured," and even the cousin who used to be kind to her said to him, "Don't waste money."

She was the first to say to him: "I hope you stick around".

"Five hundred, is it really enough?" Ou Hao asked timidly, afraid that he would bring trouble to Bian Zhi, but he was also reluctant to part with the hard-earned hope.

Even though, he felt in his heart, this hope would eventually be dashed.

He didn't really think that this is a disease that can be cured.

He could clearly see the lessons learned from so many patients.

But, who would resist the light of hope?

Bian Zhi smiled and brought him into the consultation room, took the pulse and prescribed medicine.

When he came out, Bian Zhi smiled and said, "Our Chinese medicine center has a place for stewing soup and medicine. If it's inconvenient for you, you can take it and stew it for free."

Ou Hao nodded, and when he went to the counter to check out, he took out the messy banknotes tremblingly.

"Heh - Bianzhi, this is an immune disease, what are you trying to do?"

"This kind of vulgar person doesn't know how to be grateful. A little money is like life. If the future results don't meet expectations, you will suffer!"

Director Wang snorted heavily.

Ou Hao who walked out with the medicine turned his head.

He raised his eyes cautiously to look at Bian Zhi, and quickly looked away with low self-esteem, "Doctor, I know my situation, even if the treatment is not good, I will not blame you."

After the man finished speaking, he bowed gratefully to her, and then turned his head.

After a pause, the man held the medicine bag tightly, and said in a low voice, "Maybe you think this is ridiculous, but if there is a chance in the future, I will repay you."

When Ou Hao stepped across the threshold with difficulty, he swore heavily in his heart: As long as he is good, he will risk his life to repay her!

When the people left, the little girl at the cashier came out with a smile.

"Bianzhi, this person is quite interesting. He is so dilapidated that he wants to repay his kindness."

Bian Zhi didn't make a sound.

The little cashier girl turned her head to look at Bian Zhi again and said, "The registration fee is free, and you paid [-]% of the medical expenses yourself, and only received a symbolic ten yuan. Out for him?"

Bian Zhi still didn't speak.

Turned back to the consulting room.

More than a dozen yuan is the cost. In essence, he did pay for his own medicine.

The man's back was crushed with humility, but she needed to tell him that all he got was in exchange for money.

Not charity.

When Bian Zhi came out of the consulting room, the rain outside had stopped.

The little girl at the cash register looked up at the TV screen with her eyes wide open, looking at the screen with concentration and seriousness.

in the video.

The man's voice is like a subwoofer, radiating everywhere through the microphone.

[Thank you to the fans and friends who came to support me. Today’s run, friends, will be my last variety show recording. Thank you for your perseverance in the past three years, thank you. 】

Bian Zhi turned to look over.

Zhou Suihuai stood in the center of the stage in a youthful purple casual suit, with arrogant white hair.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised a hand and sang the theme song of the variety show "Running Friends" to the rhythm of the music.

There is a dance solo in the middle.

Under the light, the man's sleeves rolled up at will, the forearm lines are smooth, and the body dancing with the music seems to be born on the rhythm of the stuck point.

There was a shattered light on his body, and a casual smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His unruly and domineering appearance caused a lot of girls in the audience to scream.

"It's such a pity," the little girl at the cash register laughed while crying, looking at the man on the screen greedily.

"Yeah, it's a pity," said the little girl beside him, "At the beginning when he just entered the variety show circle, everyone didn't like him, saying that he entered the circle through his family connections, and the seniors in the circle looked down on him because of his connections. , many early programs can see that he was embarrassed."

"That's right, there were some shabby shows back then, and I deliberately gave him bread stuffed with toothpaste. For the sake of effect, after eating, he smiled and said, "It's delicious. He was still in the [-]th line at the time, and the agent was abrupt." Watching him endure hardships, he didn’t dare to let go of a fart. I heard that after the recording that day, he had abdominal pain and hung up the bottle for several days. It's really a pity."

Listening to these discussions, Bian Zhi was stunned for a while.

Zhou Suihuai is such a proud person, it's hard for her to imagine that he will have such a humble moment.

"And I heard that vvvi's show wanted to invite Zhou Suihuai to be the first high-end spokesperson in China, but he refused even this one. I heard that he had been fighting for a long time for this show."

"It must be because of a very important reason, so I am willing to give up."

"He has so many fans, so many invitations to variety shows."

"..."

The girls' voices were low and soft.

Bian Zhi looked at the screen.

The man is suave and suave, and he answered the host's questions with ease, and when the camera swept over him, he seemed to have sensed it a long time ago.

She hooked her lips, revealing her white teeth, and slowly raised her eyes, her smile spread out like the bright starlight that ignited the dark night.

It must be an important reason to make Zhou Suihuai give up such a comfortable and enjoyable stage, Bian Zhi thought.

When Bian Zhi was about to look away.

Suddenly, the camera lens swept across Zhou Suihuai's hand holding the microphone.

At the mouth of the tiger——

Vaguely like stabbing a flower.