The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Mr. Lu Zhishen said that if two or more events occur, and one of them will lead to disaster, the probability of this event will increase dramatically.

Especially when you have fear in your heart.

Outside.

A middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a tawny uniform of a security officer stood silently.

He seemed to sense that there was something wrong with the smell in the air, and his nose twitched twice.

Then he sized up Li Donglai suspiciously, a look of doubt gradually appeared on his face.

Li Donglai suppressed the tension in his heart and pursed his lips: "Comrade, what do you do?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and pointed to his feet.

On the ground, a piece of army green coarse cloth was quietly placed.

Li Donglai's heart, which was already hanging in his throat, suddenly let go.

The right hand that clenched the pen was also relaxed.

The security officers were not here to arrest people, but Gu Shen sent them to deliver cloth for hats.

Delivering the cloth to the door, the security officer seemed to have accomplished his task.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Li Donglai's eyes fell on his bulging waist, and he stopped him:

"Comrade, may I ask your name?"

This person was able to deliver the cloth, obviously he was a close friend of Gu Shen and Zhou Dao.

In the future, we may have to deal with each other many times, so it is better to find out the basics.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned his head slowly, his dark face expressionless: "I call me Wang Duozi, and everyone in the factory calls me bald."

Saying this, he took off his hat, leaving nothing on his scalp.

He just took off his hat lightly, put it back on quickly, and left without a sound before Li Donglai could react.

Li Donglai frowned as he watched his back disappear at the end of the stairs.

This person was too indifferent, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

There was neither embarrassment nor complacency in his eyes as he took off his hat.

It's like showing something that isn't your own.

Although it was just a face-to-face meeting, Li Donglai firmly remembered the bald head in his heart.

People who don't take themselves seriously often don't take others seriously either.

Such a person may not be very powerful, but he must be terrifying.

He dared to kill.

Just like the green skin on the streets of Beijing.

Those hugging each other, wearing general school coats, riding bicycles, and holding bicycle chains, looked awesome.

In a real fight, it might not be the opponent of a stunned guy with a kitchen knife.

. . .

Turn around and go back inside the house.

Ding Qiunan was already dressed.

She blushed and said, "Brother Donglai, we can no longer practice here."

"It's bad to be caught."

The footsteps just now really frightened her.

Li Donglai looked at Ding Qiunan's timid appearance, and cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn Gu Shen, you really know how to pick the time to deliver the cloth."

He pinched Ding Qiunan's little nose, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then how about going to my house?"

"..."

Ding Qiunan limped away.

Li Donglai took out the sack that he had prepared earlier, and packed the cloth.

Then, carry it outside the gate and put it on the back seat of the bicycle.

He got on his bicycle and went straight to Xueru's tailor shop.

This kind of dangerous thing is naturally done by old acquaintances.

The tailor's shop was open, and there were trivial voices inside.

"Oh, Boss Chen, you can save another [-] cents. Now it's not as good as before. Everyone's life is hard."

"Comrade Zhang, it can't be any cheaper. You see, the fabric of this cheongsam is made of Su satin. Today is different from the past. These materials are much more expensive than before."

"Hey, you know it's different now. Look at the street, who dares to wear a cheongsam? That's me, willing to spend money to buy it and wear it as pajamas at home. Tell me, is it cheap?"

"It really can't be cheap, no matter how cheap it is, I can't even afford the cost of fabrics...Hey...don't go."

. . .

A middle-aged lesbian in a gray woolen coat came out of the shop angrily, got on a bicycle and left.

Chen Xueru chased out the door, watching the bicycle go away with disappointment on her face.

This tailor shop really can't be opened, just now a cheongsam only earns 1 yuan for handwork, which is considered expensive.

Might as well close the door.

But after the shop is closed, what can she do, a widow who can't carry her shoulders or lift her hands and can only sew clothes! ?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he was about to go back to the house when he caught a glimpse of a burly figure slung on a bicycle, squinting at her from afar.

Chen Xueru quickly suppressed the frustration on her face, walked out excitedly, and said hello from a long distance away: "Comrade, are you here to buy a hat again?"

This man whose name is not known has already bought 200 small military caps from her.

Relying on those manual fees, she survived last month.

It can be described as a big gold master.

Li Donglai didn't speak, he tied up his bicycle, and walked straight into the store with a sack on his shoulders.

Not like a customer, but like a hostess.

Chen Xueru didn't find it abrupt, after all, this man was already an old acquaintance.

But as soon as the man opened his mouth, she froze.

"close the door."

"What?" Chen Xueru's eyes widened, and she took a step back subconsciously.

It's broad daylight, with the store closed, lonely men and widows.

Does he want to. ． ． ．

Chen Xueru secretly looked at Li Donglai, with a sharp face, black eyes, and a straight nose.

In particular, the faintly protruding old tree-like muscles under the shirt made her, a little widow like a dry well, regenerate waves.

If he was sincere, he would be a good candidate for marriage.

After the divorce, Chen Xueru felt the warmth and coldness of the world.

In the daytime, it is easy to say that as long as she is stepping on the sewing machine, she will forget all her troubles.

However, on a lonely night, I can only open my eyes and listen to the rustling of leaves outside the door until dawn.

It's been a rough day.

She desperately wanted a shoulder to lean on.

However, she knew that those men who were spinning around behind her buttocks were just greedy for her body.

And Li Donglai's shoulders look very broad.

Thinking of this, Chen Xueru turned around and inserted the door, and walked back with her hips twisted.

Biting her bright red lips: "I know you're interested in me, but shouldn't you invite a matchmaker first?"

While talking, she raised her head: "Even though I am a widow, I am innocent... hiccup..."

. . .

Li Donglai took the cloth out of the sack, turned around, with a puzzled expression: "Manager Chen, what are you talking about?"

"Shh!"

Chen Xueru's fair and pink face turned redder than the scarlet silk.

Her feet in embroidered shoes almost dug out a courtyard.

He hesitated, his eyes flickered: "What? What did I say just now? I didn't say anything?"

As she spoke, she came to her senses and added: "Comrade, I think there is something wrong with your ears, you should go to the hospital to have a look."

Li Donglai smiled lightly: "I am a doctor."

Chen Xueru: "..."

Under the dim light, in a small tailor shop.

Li Donglai gave Chen Xueru the matter of making the old military cap.

Chen Xueru frowned as she looked at the crooked drawings.

"You mean, let me make a batch of army caps?"

Li Donglai took the drawing, spread it on the table, and explained in detail: "It's not a military cap, it's an old military cap. You don't need the red star, but you can use scissors to cut some small gaps on the brim of the cap, and then...here... .”

This seemingly unreasonable approach made Chen Xueru's big watery eyes sparkle with admiration.

This man looks like a rough man, but he is a fine man.

The thought that dissipated just now resurfaced in Chen Xueru's mind.