Facts have proved that the effectiveness of this medicine like Ganmao Granules depends entirely on fate.

Yan Shaoqian drank but could not escape the clutches of the cold. He didn't eat much for dinner. The more he ate, the more sore his throat became, and the stuffy nose got worse.

He is puzzled by the constitution of modern man.

Because of the rain, Shen's father didn't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening, but at this time Yan Shaoqian had already lay down early because of discomfort, and he didn't have time to say hello to him.

The rule of the Shen family is "don't talk about work at home". However, both father and son are workaholics, and there is nothing to talk about if they don't talk about work.

Shen's father loves his career, while Shen Zhuo's because "I have to work hard to become better, so my elder brother will be with me."

How this conclusion was reached is beyond words.

He is now troubled by a sudden cold, Shen Jue spread the quilt for him: "Go to bed early, if you don't get better tomorrow, I will take you to the hospital."

Yan Shaoqian said in a low voice, "Shouldn't you reflect on it? If you hadn't stopped me from taking a shower and made me walk naked for a few minutes, maybe I wouldn't have caught a cold?"

"It doesn't exist," Shen Zhuo looked calm, "Maybe when you take the high-speed rail without a ticket, you won't catch a cold if you get caught in the rain."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

day.

Shen Jue turned around to leave, Yan Shaoqian thought of something in a daze: "I almost forgot, Wu Yu asked me to ask for your autograph for him."

Shen Zhuo was taken aback: "What?"

"Wu Yu wants your autograph. You sent me to work that day. He admired you very much after seeing you and your car, so he wanted your autograph. Am I not clear?"

The genius Mr. Shen instantly understood - this guy worked really hard to make the fake show real, and it was smart to think of asking for an autograph to clear the relationship with him.

So he immediately replied: "Okay, I see, I will sign for you tomorrow, so go to bed first."

After he finished speaking, he turned off the lights, exited the room, and closed the door.

As soon as he left, Yan Shaoqian finally heaved a sigh of relief, rolled over and sat up, trying to raise his head - his nose was blocked.

No matter lying to the left or lying to the right, it is a mess.

Just now because of his face, he was embarrassed to say that now that there is no one else, he can finally liberate his nature. He sat on the bed for a while, and finally breathed the fresh air again.

This is how to do.

How can he sleep if he gets blocked as soon as he lies down?

After thinking about it, Yan Shaoqian decided to make a bold attempt—to meditate.

When he was still a teenager, in order to be able to succeed to the head of the cottage, he endured a lot of hardships. All his martial arts were practiced with real swords and guns. He would do such things as meditating to restore his spirit almost every night.

However, the requirements for a different body should not be so high. He simply adjusted his internal breath and tapped a few acupoints. He felt that the fever symptoms had not become more serious and his nose was not so blocked, so he was ready to lie down and go to sleep.

Who would have thought that he would feel Youdao's eyes staring at him just after he exited the meditation state.

This is a kind of intuition of a martial artist, even if he couldn't see it, he turned his head suddenly and said in a low voice: "Who?!"

No one responded.

... an illusion?

No, that person is still at the door, he can hear the slight breathing.

He was so concentrated when he was meditating just now that he didn't notice that someone was coming.

Yan Shaoqian immediately reached out to touch the switch of the bedside lamp, and suddenly a voice spoke faintly, "What are you doing?"

It's Shen Jue.

"Let you go to bed early, you sat there motionless for an hour, what are you doing, meditating?" Shen Zhuo opened the door and came in without turning on the light, "Your recent actions really puzzle me, sometimes I I really doubt..."

"So you stared at me at the door for an hour?" Yan Shaoqian felt unbelievable, "Isn't it good for you to spy on others in the middle of the night?"

"I didn't want to spy on you, I forgot my mobile phone charger with you," Shen Jue said, walking towards him, and found the charger on the bedside table, "I wanted to come and get it, but when I opened the door, I saw you sitting there, To see how long you're going to sit - and then you'll know."

There is nothing to say about money.

He needs to hurry up and find an excuse to fool someone.

Who would have thought that before he spoke, Shen Jue sighed first: "Can you stop learning messy things from those so-called 'masters'? If you have a cold, you should take medicine and rest. Qigong can't cure the disease."

Yan Shaoqian: "?"

Qi...qigong?

"Have you really been stimulated by something?" Shen Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched his forehead, "Is that why I can't give you a sense of security? Do you want me to make an appointment with a psychiatrist?"

Yan Shaoqian was at a loss for words for a while, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "No... no, thank you."

"Then go to bed quickly, and stop messing around." Shen Zhuo helped him lie down again, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, then turned and left.

Yan Shaoqian was at a loss.

What the hell just happened?

He didn't explain anything, did Shen Jue convince himself?

He really didn't believe in any qigong masters, he found those videos randomly, he was wronged!

Yan Shaoqian fell asleep very depressed, unaware that Shen Zhuo had an extremely complicated expression after leaving, even... a little panicked.

He thought to himself: Could it really be him?

The one who died in his hands in an unbelievable way of sand sculpture should have been a legend for a lifetime... the head of the Shenying Village?

The two people who had their own concerns fell asleep separately, and probably neither of them slept well. One was thinking "he should have no doubts", and the other was thinking "it shouldn't be true".

The two brainwashed themselves in unison, forcing everything to remain the same.

However, the next day, an explosive news swept through the mobile chat software of the two at the same time.

Yan Shaoqian got dozens of crazy posts in the WeChat work group. He went in out of nowhere to take a look, and found that they were all repeating a sentence: [Brother Yan, you are hot [picture] [picture]]

He opened the picture with a blank face, and found that it was a picture of himself when he was charging at the toll booth.

... who took it?

Looking at the angle, it looks like a passenger on a toll-paying vehicle.

After seeing the photo, he still didn't understand. He thought, why take pictures of him if there's nothing to do, and then scrolled down, and someone shared a link.

Clicking in was a Weibo, and there was a 5-minute video in Weibo—it happened to be the part where he confronted the robbers in the toll booth on the day of the robbery.

Yan Shaoqian said in his heart: What the hell?

How did this thing get posted online?

He glanced at the number of forwarded comments and likes, and then he was dumbfounded.

How many... tens of thousands?

this thing...

Feeling nervous, he clicked on the Weibo search bar, and saw a trending search:

#The most handsome toll collector#

Yan Shaoqian:? ? ?

What is this?

Click on the hot search, and it really contains the content of that video, as well as the two photos I just saw.

It is a bit foolish to say that there is little money.

Is he on trending?Just because of that video of "Fighting Robbers"?

Although the hot search ranking is not high, it is a hot search anyway. The comments shouted "so handsome" "so amazing" "I have never seen such a handsome toll collector brother" "Next time I will go to this toll booth Encounter" and so on.

And a ruthless criticism of the hapless robber.

Yan Shaoqian didn't know what to say. He never expected that such a trivial move could attract so many people's attention. It seemed that many people were "fans" of him.

He just wants to be a toll collector in peace, collect tolls step by step, and live his life peacefully—he lived too tired in his previous life, and he finally traveled to a peaceful age, just wanting to be an ordinary person , did not want to fire.

He got up in a complicated mood, and saw a packet of unbrewed cold medicine on the bedside, and a note under the glass next to it, in Shen Jue's handwriting: [Remember to drink the medicine when you wake up]

Yan Shaoqian raised his eyebrows, obediently poured out the medicine and drank it.

In fact, his cold didn't seem to be getting worse. Apart from a sore throat, he didn't have any serious problems, and he didn't have a fever.

For some reason, an idea popped into his mind—it doesn't seem so bad to be taken care of like this.

This is different from the feeling of being surrounded by younger brothers in the previous life. Of course, being blown rainbow farts by others will make you feel happy, but it only stays at the level of "pleasure".

Being cared by Shen Zhuo... How should I put it, it feels like being held in the palm of someone's hand.

He had been the pillar of support for so many years, and it seemed that today he suddenly discovered that someone had supported him.

Yan Shaoqian was looking at his heart in the mirror of the bathroom, while Shen Zhuo had just been harassed by Wu Yu, and he also found out about someone's hot search.

He was curious at first, but after watching the video, his curiosity turned into shock.

It was also the first time he saw during that period of surveillance, how Yan Shaoqian "fighted wits and courage" with the gangsters, and he was terrified, especially when he took down the "gun" and lit a cigarette, he was really afraid of a sudden shot Ring someone's hand pierced.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, the lighter was indeed a lighter, and there were no accidents.

But this behavior is still too risky...

Shen Zhuo only frowned, and decided to go to that guy Xingshi later to question him.

He clicked on the photo again—Yan Shaoqian in the photo seemed much quieter. He was sitting at the toll window, taking the money handed over by the driver with downcast eyes. It looked surprisingly gentle.

Shen Zhuo couldn't hold back and admired it for a long time. He felt that his big brother was really good-looking, and the uniform looked so attractive that people couldn't help but want to take it off.

... No, no, he didn't spoil his body, he was a decent person.

Mr. Shen swiped at the comments at the bottom of Weibo, and saw a comment in the middle, which intercepted a small piece of the photo: [[Picture] Such a beautiful hand, it's a pity not to use it to grab the sheets[ doge]]

Shen Zhuo expressed his deep approval, raised his eyebrows slightly, and silently gave a thumbs up to that comment.

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