The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Tang Jiao, he relied on you to survive."

Tang Jiao stopped unbearably.

Covering his face, he squatted on the roadside as if he was helpless, letting the leaves blown by the wind fall on his back.

She was wearing a light blue off-shoulder cardigan jacket, with the wide cuffs hanging down, revealing her twig-like white arms, and the soft and wide hem hanging to the ground, making her figure slimmer.

The long hair that is casually tied low on the back of the head is tilted to one side, and the protruding neck bones at the back of the neck are particularly fragile.

Vehicles kept passing by, and their tires rolled across the road at high speeds, making the sound of breaking wind.

The originally thick white clouds turned into deep and light gray at some point, and the autumn wind whistled.

The thin girl squatted alone on the deserted sidewalk on the side of the road, her hair being blown around.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near behind him. Tang Jiao covered his face and subconsciously shrank his body and gave way.

The rustling footsteps stopped after passing her, and seemed to be getting closer again.

"Baby, can't you walk?"

A very old and kind voice, not loud, with a slow tone and concern.

Tang Jiao froze. He wiped the hand covering his face randomly a few times before hesitatingly raising Bai Shengsheng's face.

An old woman wearing a dark plum blossom coat, holding a small flower umbrella, stood in front of her with her waist slightly bent.

The old man is thin and slightly stooped. His gray hair is carefully combed behind his head with a thin black hairband, revealing a face full of wrinkles. He looks to be about 80 or [-] years old.

There were many brown spots on her face. She was smiling, showing her dentures, and she looked energetic.

The old man looked at Tang Jiao's reddish eyes and delicate and cute face, took another step closer, put the umbrella on Tang Jiao's head, and asked again:

"What's wrong? I'm squatting here crying."

The tone of her speech was very similar to that of Grandma Tang Jiao.

Tang Jiao looked up at the kind-faced old man and unconsciously told the truth:

"I feel uncomfortable."

"Why do you feel bad? Are you hungry? There are pears here, mother-in-law."

The old woman always had a kind smile on her face and spoke in an unhurried manner, as if all the big things here were just a breeze.

Tang Jiao shook his head and couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and pursed his lips and said:

"My heart aches."

The old woman looked at Tang Jiao with dark eyes for a while, and the wrinkles on her face became deeper.

She showed a kind and wise smile and said sincerely:

"It feels distressed, which means you cherish it. Having something you cherish is a very happy thing..."

Tang Jiao raised his face completely, with tears still brewing in his dark and clear eyes, and looked at the old woman blankly.

A rough hand full of wrinkles and spots gently landed on the top of her head, bringing the warm body temperature unique to the elderly.

"Keep the things you cherish well. This way you won't feel bad."

The old man patted Tang Jiao's head as he did to his little granddaughter, and then withdrew his hand, a smile shimmering in his slightly cloudy eyeballs.

She moved the little flower umbrella in her hand and said:

"You little ones still have a great time, don't waste it crying. Go home, it's going to rain!"

Tang Jiao stood there, watching the old man holding a small flower umbrella and a half-old red canvas bag on his shoulder, walking forward slowly and slowly, and finally crossed the road slowly at the intersection in front and disappeared.

She lowered her head and looked at the fragrant pear stuffed into her palm. It was green and exuded a fresh and sweet fragrance.

He raised his hand, reached to his mouth and took a bite.

"Crack."

The sweet and full juice flows out, filling the bitter mouth, with a cool and sweet feeling, and slides all the way into the dry throat.

Tang Jiao looked down at the fragrant pear that had taken a small bite, feeling as if he had been soaked, sore and swollen.

Her wet and thick black eyelashes blinked, she opened her mouth and took a bigger bite.

More sweet juice rushed into his mouth.

Tang Jiao stood on the side of the road and silently chewed the fragrant pear in big mouthfuls. Even the seeds were swallowed, leaving only a thin stem.

She sniffed sharply, raised her head and patted her cheek.

The sky in sight is vast and vast, and groups of dark clouds are moving rapidly in the sky, seeming to gather and disperse.

Tang Jiao raised his hand and flagged down a taxi that happened to be passing by.

"A Fei, I'm sorry to bother you. I have a situation and I want to ask you if you have any good ways to relieve it..."

"Senior Sister Meiling, I have something to ask you..."

Tang Jiao sat in the back seat of the taxi and made seven or eight calls.

The uncle driver in the front seat listened to this pretty and lonely little girl talking about treatment and recuperation on the phone.

There are also a bunch of words that although I don’t understand, are very unclear when I hear them.

I thought to myself that it was so unlucky for one person to suffer from so many troublesome diseases at once. Fortunately, there was a doctor in the family. Look how thoughtful he was.

It seems that I will have to let my daughter study medicine in the future, how reliable!

The driver drove all the way and his thoughts were very active.

I have already thought of the scene where my wife and I had headaches and fevers when we got older, and how my good daughter who was a doctor was having trouble. Even Tang Jiao had hung up the phone and didn't hear him talking to him.

"Master, master driver."

The driver came to his senses and responded quickly: "Hey, I'm sorry, I was too focused on driving."

Tang Jiao clicked on the message sent by one of the seniors, called up the map on his mobile phone and entered a location. With the screen facing forward, he handed it over and said:

"Please, please turn around and send me here."

The driver turned his head and glanced at the address that Tang Jiao extended, and said cheerfully, "No problem, I know this place well. I'll be there in ten minutes!"

The place Tang Jiao is going to is the largest medicinal farmers market in Jingzhou.

It can be called the Compendium of Materia Medica market. Whether it is refined wholesale medicinal materials of various types, rare wild medicinal materials, dry goods, or fresh goods, there is nothing you can't find here unless you know it.

Teachers from the medical department, especially Chinese medicine and pharmacology, will even bring students here for practical classes.

Ready-made teaching aids can also be used for random exams. You can pick up a handful of dry firewood and dry grass and ask what its scientific name is, the four qi and five flavors, the ups and downs, toxicity and side effects, etc.

The 500-meter radius is full of ready-made test papers. The main theme is surprise and unpreparedness. The game is about heartbeats and can make students doubt their lives.

When he was a junior in college, Tang Jiao once took a class with a Chinese medicine senior and came with her twice.

As expected, the driver was very familiar with the road. He dropped her off in less than 10 minutes and even took the initiative to add zero to the fare.

Seeing Tang Jiao get out of the car and turn around to go to the market entrance, the dark-skinned driver could not resist his warm-heartedness, so he stretched his neck and shouted:

"Little girl!"