Life With You

When George Sheng came home at night, as soon as he opened the door, he immediately smelled a smell that he had not seen before. It was faint and somewhat familiar. After standing in front of the entrance for a few seconds, he realized that this was the smell of Chinese medicine.

The year before last, Qiao Dingxiang had a cough. The doctor did not recommend him to take Western medicine, saying that Western medicine hurt his stomach, so he took Chinese medicine instead. At that time, the smell was always there in the house.

After changing his shoes and walking inside, George Sheng went straight to the kitchen. As expected, the smell was the strongest in the kitchen.

It was almost late at night, and Song Xi was naturally not downstairs. George Sheng stepped up to the second floor. As soon as he stepped onto the last step, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that he had placed something else at the door.

He walked over and looked down. There was a thermos cup on the tray, and there was a note next to it. On the note was Song Xi's note, which simply said: This is to cure your insomnia.

George Sheng entered the room with a thermos cup and unscrewed the lid. Along with the steaming heat, a strong smell of Chinese medicine hit his nostrils. Looking at this temperature, even if he stayed in the thermos cup, it would not last more than an hour.

George Sheng didn't drink. He sat on the sofa in silence for five minutes, then picked up his cell phone and made a call.

After the phone rang five times, it was answered. Song Xi's lazy voice, who had obviously been woken up from his sleep, asked, Hello?

George Sheng said: Come down.

Song Xi asked: What?

He said: If I tell you to come down, you will come down.

After that, he hung up the phone, and a few minutes later, Song Xi, wearing a white silk pajamas with dark flowers on the cuffs, walked in sleepily, without even knocking on the door this time.

What's the matter? Looking at George Sheng on the sofa with half-squinted eyes, Song Xi was a little annoyed by the light in the room.

George Sheng suddenly spoke and asked instead of answering: Do you think my door is the company's mailroom?

Everything was placed at the door. Yesterday it was an incense burner, today it is Chinese medicine. Those who didn't know better thought she was here to offer incense and worship.

Song Xigang was woken up not long after he fell asleep, and he was inevitably angry. He immediately replied: Where can I leave it at the door? Please check the time before calling people? I stayed up with Chinese medicine until one o'clock, and I have to go to work tomorrow. , you are too good at tormenting people.

Song Xi's words were unintentional, and his tone was full of grievance and dissatisfaction, but George Sheng accidentally thought wrong.

She said that he was too good at tossing people, and he suddenly thought of the dream last night, in which he played with her in various ways, which could indeed be called tormenting.

Everything was fine one second, but in the next moment, George Sheng suddenly felt so dry that he could hardly look at Song Xi directly. He instinctively picked up the cigarette case on the table and started smoking.

Seeing this, Song Xi hurriedly said: Huh?

George Sheng glanced sideways at her, Song Xi frowned and said, Your long-term insomnia may also be caused by too much tar intake. Some people's nerves are indeed naturally sensitive, and the smell of cigarettes is irritating. It doesn't matter to you. , but the physical reaction is that I can’t sleep.”

George Sheng looked at Song Xi's pajamas and felt that they were very similar to those in his dream. Looking away, he lit a cigarette and took a puff before saying: So many people smoke, sleep. It’s untouchable, there are people who never smoke, but still can’t sleep, so don’t blame the cook if you get fat.”

Song Xi was so angry that he woke up and said with a smile: ...You are smoking and can't sleep!

George Sheng didn't take it seriously, You said there are many reasons, sometimes kidney fire, heart fire, and now smoking. According to your logic, if I take a breather tomorrow, I might not be able to sleep at night.

Song Xiren'er's brain was going to be broken. If he continued like this, she didn't know whether he could sleep or not. She knew that she would be so angry that she couldn't sleep!

After standing there and taking deep breaths several times, Song Xi suppressed his temper and lowered his voice: So you can't sleep now, and you won't let me sleep, right?

George Sheng suddenly raised the corners of his lips, looked sideways at her and exhaled a puff of white smoke, You can see it.

He replied with incomparable calm and composure, he was simply shameless and invincible in the world!

Song Xi looked at his hateful face...for one second or two, the more he looked at it, the better it looked, and the more he looked at it, the more embarrassed he became. He looked away, feeling a little confused.

She secretly murmured in her heart, she is not a cute girl, how could she forget her principles after seeing sex... But then again, everyone loves beauty these days, and they can give up money, but not beauty, and nothing else. Let’s take the stray dogs in the community as an example. Good-looking dogs are more popular, but they eat too much every day to walk, the beautiful ones are starved to death, and the ugly ones starve to death.

When George Sheng saw that she was silent for a long time, he couldn't help but frowned slightly and said: Don't think that I don't know if you are scolding me in your heart.

Song Xi looked at him in disgust and secretly thought that he was really a villain and she didn't scold him at all.

With her pink lips parted, Song Xi refused to answer and said directly: Have you cured the disease? If you don't want to cure it, I won't bother to cook Chinese medicine from tomorrow on. If you have the spare time, how about you rest for two or three more hours? good?

George Sheng put out the remaining cigarette in the ashtray and said in a neutral tone: You are not a professional in Chinese medicine. Who knows what you gave me to drink?

Song Xi said: Even if I am a professional in Chinese medicine, if you don't believe me, I will still say this.

George Sheng was choked by her and secretly thought that she was quite self-aware.

Is your prescription specifically for treating insomnia? George Sheng asked.

Song Xi replied: It's mainly used to remove kidney fire.

George Sheng:

He no longer knows what tone or face to use to deal with her. It's like Sun Wukong confronting Tang Monk. He doesn't recite the tightening curse, and he feels anxious just looking at her!

Song Xi saw that George Sheng was holding back, and she said, You are such an old man, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, and that is not the only reason why the kidney fire is strong...

She stood there and explained a lot of professional knowledge to him, regardless of whether George Sheng listened or not.

At the end of the conversation, Song Xi said: Actually, I have a bit of kidney fire, which is a very common problem among young people.

George Sheng found a breakthrough and immediately said: Then why don't you drink?

Song Xi said: I don't have insomnia.

George Sheng said: Isn't this a cure for kidney fire? It will cure the symptoms if you drink it.

Song Xi looked at him and asked instead, Are you afraid that I will poison you?

Despite George Sheng's previous temperament, he must have given her a mocking look in return and asked her: Do you dare?

But now, he would say, It's not impossible.

Song Xi pursed her lips and suppressed her anger. The thermos cup was on the coffee table with the lid open. She walked over, picked it up and took a sip without saying anything. Then she stared straight at George Sheng's face. It's like you have a villain's heart and a gentleman's heart.

But George Sheng only focused on Song Xi's lips. The Chinese medicine soup that accidentally spilled due to heavy drinking slowly flowed down the corners of her mouth.

He thought about last night, when they were in the bathroom... Of course, it was a dream.