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Although he came here initially because he had to complete the social practice tasks assigned by his mentor, this did not prevent him from establishing friendship with the children here.Most of these children go to school in the village primary school about 10 minutes away from the village; the oldest one is only in the second grade of junior high school, and it takes about half an hour to go to the middle school in the town by bus on weekdays.And today is Saturday, so all the children are here.

The content of social practice is to understand the life and education conditions of children in rural areas, help them do their homework, and play with them. However, Jian Mingcheng does not only think of the nature of the matter when writing the investigation report, but also Think of it as a research topic or project.

Tan Song is the subject of his investigation, so he is the closest to Jian Mingcheng.On the way to the dam in the village with Jian Mingcheng, he excitedly told him about all the fun things that happened this week, but Jian Mingcheng was a little absent-minded.As he listened, he turned his head to look at the surrounding houses, the farmland in the distance, the cows in groups and the dog lying on the wall, and that strange feeling came to his mind again.Something is wrong, but what exactly?

"By the way, Brother Mingcheng, another person came to our place today. It's a man, about your age. He went into the mountains with my father in the morning."

"Oh? Do you know what that man is here for?"

Tan Song looked at the sky and shook his head. The dam had arrived, so he let go of Jian Mingcheng's arm, and took the lead to take a seat in front of the crude ping-pong table built with cement boards.The other kids swarmed in, waiting to see when it would be their turn.

Jian Mingcheng came to the root of the tree next to him. There was a small bench under the tree. He didn't know who it belonged to. He sat down without saying hello to anyone and watched the children play ball around.At this time, he suddenly remembered that he had bought that pair of table tennis rackets for Tan Song himself.

This is a kind of rural life that is completely different from the city. It retains the silence and bustle that seems to belong to the ancient times, and often gives him the illusion of traveling through time and space.Sitting on a small bench, he was thinking about his childhood life, when suddenly a group of black shadows broke into his vision, at first it was blurry and hazy, and then gradually became clear, and a complete outline emerged.

When crossing a ditch, the black figure jumped lightly. After his feet landed, he inadvertently raised his head and looked towards this side, meeting Jian Mingcheng's gaze.Ah, this is—

Jian Mingcheng woke up from the bed in the Affiliated Hospital of Fuji University, but the image of the long memory in the dream still seemed to stay in front of his eyes.How could he remember those things?He thought he should have forgotten.

After that social practice, Jian Mingcheng never went to that village again—there was no reason not to go, and there seemed to be no reason to go, so that village, together with the people there, and in memory The scorching sun of summer gradually left his life track.Only one person walked into his life from there, making him think he had found love.

Looking around, he was glad that there was no one in the ward, but soon this luck disappeared—the two people gradually lowered their voices from outside the ward, perhaps because they were afraid of disturbing the ward Immediately afterwards, the sound of one person's footsteps faded away, and the remaining one seemed to stand there silent for a while, then opened the door and walked in.

Faced with the people on the hospital bed, Fang Junqian's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he found that Jian Mingcheng was looking at himself with a kind of eyes that he couldn't describe, with a haze that seemed to have not woken up, and he vaguely caught some The blazing love that once filled his eyes looking up at him, his heart suddenly seemed to miss a shot - this made him realize that after so many years, this person has already taken root in his mind , even if he tried to forget, he still couldn't eradicate it.In this case, let this root germinate, grow, and flourish. He firmly believes that Jian Mingcheng has never forgotten himself, as long as he wants to save him, this person will definitely return to his side.

This kind of staring only happened in a very short time, and soon, Jian Mingcheng silently turned his head away, pretending that he didn't see Fang Jungan, in order to show his silent resistance.

Fang Junqian walked over silently, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and said, "Are you awake? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Jian Mingcheng didn't look at him, nor did he speak.Fang Junqian turned around and picked an apple from the plastic bag next to him, picked up the fruit knife and peeled it, and said to himself: "Xiao Che watched you all night last night. I think she is too tired, so let her go first." Go back to sleep, the part-time cake shop has also asked for leave." He stopped, looked at Jian Mingcheng, and asked, "Do you know how many hours a day she works part-time, and how much is an hour?"

He always knows what kind of topic Jian Mingcheng can't avoid no matter what.Jian Mingcheng turned his head, but still didn't speak.

"Now these businesses are recruiting college students for part-time jobs. The wages they pay are not even up to the legal minimum wage standard. There is no overtime pay for overtime work, and they treat people like cheap labor. Do you think this kind of work is suitable for Xiao Che?"

Jian Mingcheng bit her lip and stared red.He really didn't ask Jian Mingche how much a day's salary was. Even if he did, she would confuse it vaguely and tell him not to care too much. Anyway, it was the money she earned and spent by herself.

"You think you are a competent elder brother, but in fact you are the one who needs to be taken care of the most. Xiao Che is more sensible than you."

Jian Mingcheng wanted to refute him - what qualifications do you have to say such things to me?But he couldn't say it.

"Want to eat?" Fang Junqian asked him holding up the peeled apple.

The fruit peel was only peeled off by two-thirds, and the bottom circle was reserved for easy handling. This is his habit—Jian Mingcheng thought of this kind of thing inadvertently when he saw the scene in front of him—then he Shaking his head, he turned his face away again, ashamed to admit that he already knew all kinds of living habits of the person in front of him like the back of his hand.

What kind of living habits does Gu Enzhong have?He was a little distracted thinking... Gu Enzhong often disappears for several months when he starts filming. Even if he is not filming, it is impossible to get tired of being with him all day long. Calculated, the time spent together by the two of them is really Not many.He likes to collect some old things, such as old-fashioned gramophones, old vinyl records, stage performance videos of predecessors, music albums of the last century, professional film magazines, film films and various Videotapes, there seems to be some interest in antiques, but not much enthusiasm.In his spare time, he likes to read scripts, read books, and occasionally go out with friends to roller skate and browse the streets; he drinks tea and coffee, and the taste tends to be light, but he can also eat spicy and spicy ones; he smokes, but he has no addiction; he does not keep pets , but don't hate kittens and puppies.He remembered that the manager of the villa on the outskirts of Gu Enzhong had a dog and often tied it to the yard in front of the house to guard the gate. He was once frightened by it.Thinking of this, he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, almost laughing out loud, but...

Seeing the changing expression on Jian Mingcheng's face, Fang Junqian suddenly gripped the wet wipe tightly, then slowly squeezed the wet wipe into a ball and threw it into the trash can at the foot of the bed.

"By the way, I heard from Xiao Che that you went to Harbin a few days ago."

Jian Mingcheng blinked his eyes a few times quickly, and felt that his breathing seemed to be disordered.But Fang Junqian didn’t seem to have any special meaning when he brought up this topic. He just said: “It should still be snowing in the north at this time, but the snow will basically start to melt in March. You grew up in the south, and it’s okay to go to the north occasionally. Not bad." It seemed that he knew that Jian Mingcheng would not answer any questions easily, so he didn't ask any questions.

"However, famous places are sometimes boring, crowded with people, and everything is crowded. If you want to see snow, you can find some familiar locals and let them take you to some less famous but fun places. With a guide, it’s not easy to get lost.” He stood up, looked at Jian Mingcheng who was sitting on the bed, and said, “Okay, rest for a while, I’ll call the doctor and see you again look."

The Affiliated Hospital of Fuji University had already been inextricably linked with Fuji University, so it was normal to meet an acquaintance, but Fang Junqian happened to know the doctor here, and Jian Mingcheng was amazed at the breadth of his social circle.Whether it was before or now, he has a sense of wonder at this kind of thing that he is not good at.

Fang Junqian and the doctor who looked a little older than them were talking and laughing casually. Several young people who looked like interns stood aside and whispered softly. They seemed to be students of the Medical College of Fuji University. It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it before, maybe I just passed by in school.

When he was thinking this way, a young man suddenly came up and asked, "Has Mr. Jian experienced this kind of physical condition before? He just fainted suddenly. What symptoms did you have before you fainted? Do you feel ringing in the ears and black eyes? , or tired?"

Jian Mingcheng seemed a little taken aback, and said, "No... no, this is the first time. As for the others... I can't remember."

The young man pondered, and said, "Hmm...probably just fainting caused by excessive fatigue and mental stress, it's not a big problem. Is it a professor?"

The young man asked the doctor who was talking to Fang Junqian over there, and the conversation between the two stopped.The doctor nodded slightly to him, and he looked relaxed, as if this was not a hospital, but just an ordinary gathering of friends.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "That's all right. Xiao Che was happily singing with us yesterday, but I didn't expect to meet him in the hospital this morning, and I was shocked."

Jian Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out and asked, "Do you know Xiao Che?"