Against the current Hengdao

Mr. Ling took only two personal bodyguards and flew to Baoji overnight.

Ling He even saved the time of staying in the hotel, and he didn't need to rest and sleep even if he was running around. What he had to do was much more important than sleep.He left the airport and went straight to the big man's house, visiting with a gift box of dried abalone and sea cucumber, a special product of Luan City, in his left and right hands.This kind of scene is also rare. Mr. Ling, like a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right, ran long distances to present gifts to others.

It's not that Ling He doesn't know the ways of the world, it's just that he doesn't think he needs to use these polite manners at ordinary times. He either doesn't care about many people and many things, or he uses scheming and plundering. He doesn't bother to flatter anyone.However, in this world, there are some things that cannot be taken by chance, and some people will not let him "grab" whatever they want... Today, if you really want something from someone, you have to tear off your proud face and bow your knees.

He entered the room and nodded, and asked politely, "Is Doctor Zhang Wenxi in?"

A capable and thin man stood by the window, with his back to him, playing with dozens of rare plants on the window sill.This man was wearing a loose silk Chinese-style gown, black cloth shoes with thousand layers of soles, and the scholarly clothing of the Republic of China was a bit like Qi Baoshan's sourness, but he was much younger than Qi Ye.

This guy is also a genius, as if the eyes of the sky were opened in the back of his head, he pushed him back with a unique cynical tone: "Why are you again? I told you last time not to come, I will treat you if you are hungry!!"

Ling He asked softly: "Why can't it be cured, Doctor Zhang?... Is it too serious to be cured?"

The man with his back turned his head slowly, revealing a long and thin wheat-yellow face and a pair of slender and shrewd eyes: "No, it's cured well, isn't it just a hamstring? This kind of minor injury and pain can be healed soon." You are very good at it! However, I am in a bad mood recently, and no one will cure me, so you will all be limping!"

Ling He was stunned and stood there in a daze, having never heard of such an unceremonious way of refusing without compiling any reason.

The young master Ling He came to look for was not very old, and it was said in the circle that he was a miraculous doctor who could cure all kinds of trauma and diseases with a pair of skilled hands and a scalpel.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is said that there was such a "magic knife Zhang" in Baoji who lived in seclusion in Xigou in Qinling Mountains. He was often invited by the central government to Haizi in Yandu to see doctors for leaders, sages, and ministers.This man's surgical operation saw no blood or scars, and cured the disease with his hands, leaving no traces or sequelae.It's a pity that no matter how good a demigod is, he still has his destiny, and he has his destiny, so he can't heal himself.Later, this "magic knife Zhang" passed away, and there was a successor behind him. It is said that he was also good at handwork.

However, this person in front of him is very difficult to talk to. Zhang Wenxi is notoriously eccentric and out of line with common sense and out of line with the crowd. Perhaps he is self-confident that he is talented and his eyes are above the top, so he can do whatever he wants.

Zhang Wenxi was sitting in an antique chair carved with pear wood, holding a cup of Gaiwan tea, lowering his eyelids and teasing a layer of tea leaves floating on the hot water one by one, pretending to be leisurely, it was simply irritating.This kid has a ruffian face, he really doesn't look like a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, he looks like he came from a fake village.

Ling He pokes there alone, usually he pinches the tip to make others angry, and sprays the venom casually to make the enemy's face twitch and fester. He is the best at this kind of thing. Not good at asking for help.At this moment, he was thinking about how ordinary people should deal with this kind of situation. Should he rush forward and hug Miraculous Doctor Zhang's thigh, writhing in pain and begging to move people with grief, or should he throw money, seduce him, or draw a gun?I'm afraid it doesn't work.

Ling Helin held his breath and took two steps closer: "When will Doctor Zhang be in a better mood and willing to treat him?"

Zhang Wenxi snorted: "I don't know, it could be a year or so at least, or ten or eight years at most, depending on how hungry you feel."

Ling He frowned, with evil fire in his heart, and looked at the other party unkindly: "Master Zhang, you have a gloomy look between your brows, yellow tongue coating, sores on the corners of your mouth, and a bad temper. Are you frustrated and upset?"

Zhang Wenxi raised his eyebrows fiercely: "Hey, are you a doctor or a doctor, do you diagnose or treat a doctor? How dare you run on him?!"

Ling He put boxes of seafood gifts on the floor of the room: "Since I'm upset about being broken in love, I'm really sorry that I didn't come at the right time. Dr. Zhang, I'll come to visit another day. You must take care of your health, and give me a gift before your mood improves." Live well!"

These insidious words made Zhang Wenxi's eyes full of astonishment, and he had never seen such an arrogant and daring to speak insultingly to him, the back of a patient seeking medical treatment, angrily said to Ling He: "You, you are hungry, stop!"

The little genius doctor has been in a bad mood recently, and he has indeed lost his love, and it has not been a day or two.

The childhood sweetheart Zhang Wenxi liked since he was a child went back to his hometown in Shandong to get married and married another man.Not only did he not catch it, but he also healed the injured leg of his lame rival.Such magnanimous, skillful and benevolent acts of accumulating virtue and violating baseness, we Dr. Zhang feel that enough is enough, our kindness has been exhausted, and we don't want to meddle in other people's ordinary affairs and watch these people drying dog food in front of him. Who is lame? Let's go limping, it's none of my business?

Zhang Wenxi choked back the suffocation of hurting spring and autumn, Gu Ying and self-pity, and pointed to the seat beside him: "Mr. Ling, sit here, I'll ask you when you're hungry."

After Ling He sat down, Zhang Wenxi squinted at him: "The man you said broke his hamstring, how did he get hurt? He borrowed usury and couldn't repay it, and his foot was chopped off? Or did he get revenge for doing evil things?"

Ling He shook his head, but whenever Yan Xiaodao was mentioned, his vicious resentment dissipated, and he replied seriously: "He is a very good person, he never did evil things, how could he be retaliated against?"

Zhang Wenxi was suddenly curious, and leaned closer to her body slightly: "Good people don't get rewarded, how did that stop?"

Ling He's face was calm, his eyes were innocent, as if he was describing an ordinary family matter: "I am a villain, and I broke his foot with a knife."

Zhang Wenxi let out a "hiss", exaggeratedly raised his leg and rubbed his ankle, feeling a sharp pain piercing his lungs: "Does this person have any grudge against you? You are so ruthless!"

Ling He shook his head again: "No, she is my wife."

Zhang Wenxi clutched his chest and almost fell back from the pear flower wood chair!He also saw that Mr. Ling's mental state and mental reasoning were not like ordinary people, and he was clearly telling the most vicious deeds. On this young and handsome face, the two eyes were as bright and clear as a newborn baby, pure and innocent, as if It is completely different from the mundane and dirty secular world; this person talks about how to pierce someone else's foot, which is as common as cutting fish scales with a knife in his own kitchen. It seems completely unreasonable. What kind of brain is this?Either the blood vessels in the brain are crooked, or there is a pituitary tumor hanging from the brainstem.

Zhang Wenxi felt good about himself, and complained: "You cut everything, and you still spend money to treat it? Crazy, are you playing hungry?"

Mr. Ling, who is mentally ill, shivered slightly as if he was afraid of the cold, and was speechless.

They were all chopped up, so what if they were not treated?

If Can't be cured for the rest of his life, will Yan Xiaodao still choose to forgive him, still hang out with him, at least give him a "willing" on the surface?

Yan Xiaodao will definitely hug him with a limp and forgive him, and continue to indulge his willful and bad reputation. In short, when the two of them are together, who cares if they share joys and sorrows or are they in the same boat in the eyes of the world? ... Ling He has a judgment in his heart, and he is very sure.For so many years alone in the dark quagmire, using evil as his body armor and poison as his weapon to hurt people, he has only met Yan Xiaodao for so many years, who can make him look up at him from the angle of worship as if he met a god.This person is the guardian angel who came to rescue him, who made him feel ashamed from time to time, but he couldn't stop, and was tossing and suffering in the love and infatuation of the knife every moment.

Xiaodao saw Zhixiu climbing the wall room with bare hands in the yard yesterday, his eyes were full of loss and desolation at that time, he hid behind the door and peeked, he was very sad.

Xiaodao rolled and fell down the stairs of the country inn, and he didn't even have time to hold him up. He fell into the sun with a heroic look, and a broken staircase unexpectedly caught the perfect person in his mind, especially making him scratch his head.

Ling He felt that he urgently needed another confession, in front of that Pastor Qiu Wenlan, and needed to change the content of some confessions.His state of mind is very different from what it was a few months ago.Regardless of whether he can spend his whole life with Xiaodao in the future, the changes that this person has branded on him, deeply and shallowly engraved on his skin and bones, cannot be denied.

It turns out that falling in love with someone can make him less vicious, and become softer and kinder... Although he is never ready to confide in Yan Xiaodao about this understanding.

Ling He said to Zhang Wenxi indifferently: "I want to cure him, restore him to his former appearance, and make him happier."

"That's it, cough!..." Zhang Wenxi's slender brows and eyes flickered, and he said simply, "I'll charge you 500 million, if you can afford it, I'll treat your sweetheart's foot well, Make it completely unfeeling that he's ever been hurt."

Ling He asked in shock: "You want such an expensive price?"

Zhang Wenxi took it for granted: "Originally, I only charged 150 million yuan for a foot, and 500 million yuan for a head change. But you said just now that you stabbed your wife's foot with a knife. Since it was a good thing done by you, Even if you are so vicious and ruthless to the one you love, how can you not let you bleed more? You can't lose a penny of 500 million, or you won't be cured if you are hungry!"

Ling He stared at Zhang Wenxi in a daze, and it was rare for him to show weakness in front of outsiders and cry poorly: "I don't have that much money, and now I won't be able to come up with the cash for a while."

"Cough, when you cut someone's foot, it hurt so much, why didn't you think you wouldn't be able to pay for it?" Zhang Wenxi spread his hands, and sneered, "If you are hungry, if you don't get enough money, Mr. Ling, will you come back someday next time?" Unhappy, planning to rape your daughter-in-law, you stab another foot? It would be best to let you go bankrupt this time, and there will be no next time in this life!"

Zhang Wenxi's every word was fierce and tricky, and he deliberately sneered at him and lashed him mercilessly. Ling He stared at him dumbfounded, only to realize that he met a living opponent today.

Ling He lowered his eyelashes, two clusters of shadows like ink paintings drooped under his eyelids, and said softly: "Master Zhang, I really can't afford so much money, can't you be flexible?"

Zhang Wenxi asked rhetorically, "Do you still have a house?"

Ling He: "..."

Ling He's eyes were darkened, he shook his head to shake off a piece of gold stars flying on the black curtain in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "I can sell the house, you heal his feet first."

Zhang Wenxi took out a piece of rice paper from the desk without any hesitation, and his narrow eyes were quite shrewd and tricky: "Mr. Ling will give you a formal IOU, and you must not give less than 500 million."

Ling He did not instigate or hesitate, and took out a pen to sign his name on the IOU.

After writing this signature, he will bear a huge debt.

The reincarnation of heaven is so ridiculous, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corners of Ling He's lips.He can only let Chen Jiu live again, he has to kill him to get the 500 million.

……

The eldest son is not at home, and the Lingzhai villa lacks a benchmark that can guard against evil spirits in the house. The old rules and regulations in the Hanhai Building seem to have been kicked to pieces overnight. And in front of Yan Xiaodao, the very unassuming second master, there are no rules at all, and a group of men, women and children have started a rebellious mode of eating and sleeping.

The senior chef was not at home, and Mao Xiangu bought three takeaway lunches in the morning, noon and evening to feed the whole family.

Yan Xiaodao couldn't imagine that he had lived with a group of bachelors for so many years, ate various flavors of miscellaneous brand lunches bought by Hiroko every day, and lived a very rough life. How did he manage to survive?It's not just Ling He who can never go back to his previous life...

The white house has cold walls and simple decoration. The kitchen is a cold pot and stove with a stainless steel shell, which is not popular at all.Although that Mr. Ling said that every time he was standing on a wooden stake in the kitchen, he couldn't get up the waves, his expression was cold and his face was paralyzed, but Linghe itself is a stunning landscape, and his facial paralysis is also "beauty paralysis", wearing old clothes and tattered clothes And flip flops are very attractive.

Mao Zhixiu and a few companions planned to go to the beach together, and invited Mr. Yan to drive a motorboat, but Yan Xiaodao declined after hesitating for a moment, thinking of the beautiful and ingenious Xiaohe in his heart.Ling He is not at home, with whom to hug and play on a two-person motorboat?He was so bored that he just wanted to stay in the bedroom and watch "15 Years of Wanli".

Yan Xiaodao had lived in Luancheng for two times before and after, and hadn't visited the tourist attractions, so Mao Zhixiu drove him around the city's undulating mountain roads to enjoy the flowers.

Master Ling was not at home, and Miss Mao was still cautious. She drove a semi-new van of a brand name, which was so sparse that it was impossible to tell. There were seven or eight strong men in the car, and she was the one who was in charge. drive.

Mao Zhixiu has a handsome tattoo on his back shoulder, wears sunglasses, and has a slender lady's cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The driving style of the four wheels bumping and flying on the mountain road is like a female bandit descending the mountain.

Yan Xiaodao subconsciously grabbed the handle of the car roof, unable to control the trembling bones of his body, his buttocks left the seat, and couldn't help shouting: "Girl, let's take it easy!"

The brothers held their stomachs and groaned: "Brother Xiu, the pork rib box lunch just now is all upside down!"

Mao Zhixiu laughed at them with a cigarette in his mouth: "Look at you girls!"

There were joking and joking voices in the carriage and laughter one after another, and the mood was very happy along the way.

Passing by the most famous Christ Church in Luancheng, Yan Xiaodao said that he would go in and buy a small relief sculpture of Christ and send it to his mother as a token of filial piety.Mao Zhixiu said, you don't need Mr. Yan to step out of the car, I will get out of the car and run errands to buy it for you!

Their van was parked in the shade not far from Christ Church, Yan Xiaodao leaned on the edge of the car window with his elbows, sitting and watching the scenery, the sycamore trees beside the road blew their green and thin leaves like big palms in the wind There was a "crash clatter" sound.

A few steps away, there was a standing public phone booth on the sidewalk, and the phone rang right in front of Yan Xiaodao.

Yan Xiaodao, who was always vigilant, noticed the first ring of the phone and turned his eyes to the phone booth under the plane tree.This is a public phone for passers-by to insert coins. Who would make calls to the public phone?

Amidst the noisy traffic in the surrounding streets, the phone kept ringing incessantly.Yan Xiaodao's ears were very sharp, the phone was clearly disconnected and turned into a busy signal, the other party dialed again, and continued to ring in his ears, as if it was specially rang for him.The attention of other partners in the car was also attracted.

If a little brother gave Yan Xiaodao a deep look, Yan Xiaodao's face was stern and calm, and he didn't move.

"Mr. Yan, you don't answer the phone, I'll answer it for you!" The little boy slammed open the car door and jumped out of the car. As soon as he picked up the receiver, the annoying phone ringing stopped abruptly and turned into a series of busy tones again... …

Yan Xiaodao remained silent, knowing everything clearly.He judged that this call was made by someone, so the other party should have seen him sitting in the car surrounded by human hands and eyeliners, so it was impossible for him to answer the call.

Or maybe there was no need to answer the call.The loud ringing of the bell is a sharp reminder, and also a kind of urgent call and urging.In the following afternoon and night, the ringing of the phone took root in Yan Xiaodao's mind, as if it had become a living creature with weight, rolling over and over again on his nerve strings...

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Xiaodao leaned on a cane and stood at the bustling doorway of the morning market, watching Zhixiu and Azhe go in to buy breakfast boxes.He was wearing a hoodie made of rainproof material. The hat covered half of his face, and he was wearing a pair of knee-length shorts. This was the most common attire for a local man in the rain at the beach.

He had seen Ling He dressed up like this before, so he subconsciously imitated it.Ling He occasionally showed a pair of slender calves, and he could wear a male model in a baggy casual outfit.

In the only one or two minutes between Mao Zhixiu's entry and exit, a black car broke in suddenly at an unexpected speed, biting the bullet and plunged into the chaos of bicycles and electric vehicles at the gate of the morning market.The car window opened, and the people inside the car shouted in a low familiar voice: "Brother, get in the car and follow us!"

Yan Xiaodao looked in surprise, one of the people in the car was Qi Ye's bodyguard, a familiar face he knew, and the other was his brother Hiroko.

His foot injury is almost healed, and he has spent so long in Luancheng, a tourist city, on vacation leisurely. In the eyes of outsiders, he just doesn't want to leave. How could Lord Qi not know where he is?When they went to Sanjiang to investigate the case, his subordinates had been wandering around the Hanhailou villa for several days, waiting for him to come back.

Hiroko was also surprised and puzzled, and grabbed his arm: "Brother, don't be dazed, get in the car!"

Yan Xiaodao: "Kuanzi...who told you to come?"

This question is pure nonsense.

Yu Li, who was injured and robbed at the beginning, now he gets in the car and leaves without saying goodbye, which is by no means unkind or unrighteous.

Yu Qing, he didn't want to leave at all.

Yan Xiaodao pressed down on the car door: "Kuanzi, please help me convey a message to Lord Qi, my foot is broken, and I won't be of any use to my godfather in the future. I'm sorry for my godfather, please take care of him."

He promised Ling He that he would never run away when Ling He was not at home, and he did what he said.The cold war between the two of them almost cut off their old relationship for two months. He has not yet confessed to the other party. He has started to set the future for the two of them in the depths of his heart. The foreseeable ups and downs and burdens...he is willing to bear them.

The two of them were obviously taken aback, confused and unwilling: "Brother, Master Qi asked us to bring you a few words. The boss said..."

The bodyguards around Qi Baoshan intentionally imitated the tone of the boss, and even imitated the punctuation and hoarse voice perfectly: "Xiaodao, you went to the south, and you must have understood the unbearable past more than ten years ago. It's the evil deeds committed by my godfather when he was young. I feel ashamed. There is reincarnation in the law of heaven. If you forcefully change your luck, you will suffer retribution in the future. The older you get, the more you regret it.

"Xiaodao, godfather is only one of your sons. Without you, there will be no one under his knees. One day in the future, I will die on the street, and no one will bury my body to the end. Xiaodao, godfather believes that he has always treated you the same. You have done something wrong, because you are too cruel."

Yan Xiaodao's face did not change color.

His solid and tough face cracked with a voice that he could distinguish, and many complex emotions broke free from the restraints and rushed out from the cracks, hitting his eye sockets and pupils, making him feel uncomfortable. He is very uncomfortable.When people are old, they are not as good as when they were young. Now it is Qi Baoshan who is soft-hearted, and it is Yan Xiaodao who is cruel.

He nodded awkwardly: "I'll take care of the matters at hand, and I'll go back to visit my godfather immediately. Kuanzi, send a word to Lord Qi, the situation is critical and irreversible, if you can leave, hurry up!"

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The balance in my heart, after months of swaying left and right, the weight of strangling and suffocating each other on both sides of the balance finally decided the winner.Yan Xiaodao also didn't expect that he would be so firm and without hesitation, as if he only realized something at the end of the day, everything has changed, and he can't go back to the past.

Yan Xiaodao let go of his hand, staggered with his right foot and took a few big steps away, but refused to leave in the car on the spot.He has to wait for Ling He to come back.

Su Zhe wandered out of the morning market stalls with a ridiculously permed hair like a chicken coop.This kid is carrying a large box of takeaway in his left and right hands, but his slender legs are twisting and twisting, and the twisting range is almost comparable to that of a race walker on TV, interpreting the word "narcissism" to the sky.

Hiroko sighed angrily and sadly, and couldn't understand whether his boss was bewitched by the goblin or possessed by an evil spirit, so he could only quickly turn the front of the car around and spew out a exhaust of frustration, drowning the roof of the car in the crowd of people middle……

In the evening of that day, the kitchen and the coffee table in the living room of Hanhai Building were covered with white polluting plastic waste, and the finished box lunch hadn’t been cleaned up yet. The master came back with Dr. Zhang Wenxi, who had been invited all the way, behind him.

All the minions under Mao Xiangu's command were all embracing their arms, watching Dr. Zhang, who was rumored to be a master of medicine in the world.Zhang Wenxi entered the Ling family mansion to look up and down, sat down and said only one sentence: "I like the color of this house very much, it is suitable for an operating room!"

Su Zhe kept blinking at Fairy Mao: "I thought he was a bad old man, but this little genius doctor is young and handsome!"

Mao Zhixiu yelled at him: "Are you falling in love again? Whenever you see a live man, you can brainstorm from his sitting posture to one hundred and eight postures."

"How can I! I'm also very picky!" Su Zhe blinked his pure and innocent black eyes, and whispered to Fairy Mao, "Believe it or not, this little genius doctor is crooked, look at the way he looks at me Oh~~~"

Mao Zhixiu couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled her eyes to the sky, this hopelessly sentimental nerve.

Miss Mao grabbed Ling He at the corner of the stairs, and whispered in her ear: "Yesterday, when I passed by Christ Church, a public phone on the street rang twice in a row. It should be for Mr. Yan. This morning in the morning market, there was a The black car followed us and wanted to pick Mr. Yan away, but he didn't take the opportunity to leave."

Ling He seems to be aware of all the movements in the bright and dark places, no matter whether others are in the city or in other places.His dark eyelashes shone brightly under the chandelier, and the corners of his mouth slightly pursed: "Call the housing agent in the United States and list my apartment in Brooklyn, New York for sale."

"Ah?!" Mao Zhixiu's two curved willow-leaf eyebrows almost flew away from the brow bone, "Sold? Where will you go back to live after selling?"

Mao Zhixiu thought again, ouch, President Ling, you have already talked to Mr. Yan and plan to marry him?Sell ​​all the properties under your natal family's name?Anyway, you also leave yourself a way out!

"Where can't I live when I go back? Didn't many people sleep in the underground passages of the New York subway station? ... I can sleep there too." Ling He was originally indifferent to money matters, only thinking about the knife in his heart, lips But Bian inadvertently leaked a smile with warm yellow lights.