Lucky Records

Song Lan's illness came suddenly and violently.

Song Lan used to lie down at home for one night when he was sick, and he could recover without taking medicine after drinking a few bowls of ginger soup made by A Niang.

When Shi Qing broke in through the window, he was lying on the bed, unable to utter a word in a daze.

Shi Qing brought him a pot of vitality chicken porridge, and pounded a few slices of green vegetables for him at his house, and passed them to him after the porridge and vegetables were warm.

Song Lan was so sore that she couldn't even hold the bowl steadily, and her hands were trembling when she touched a spoon.

Shi Qing saw it from the side, and simply went over to feed him.

Because of the fight with Lu Xiang the day before, Song Lan's cheeks were pinched a bit heavily by Lu Xiang, and his cheeks have been swollen since then, and it hasn't gone away all night, and now he feels a little painful when he chews and eats. So for the first time he ate one meal for half an hour.

After he finished eating, Shi Qing went to the kitchen outside to help him wash the dishes carelessly, and then returned to the bed, he had already drifted off to sleep again.

Shi Qing had never seen Song Lan like this before, and he was so weak that he felt unreal, so he cared for a while and asked him softly, "Brother Lan, where's your thermometer?"

Song Lan didn't even open her eyelids, she only moved her lips slightly, "In the closet over there." Then she continued to sleep.

After measuring his body temperature, Shi Qing became anxious, no wonder he was almost dying, because the fever had reached 40 degrees.Without saying a word, he helped Song Lan put on a sweater and coat, and helped him find a pair of trousers to put on, then took out the scarf and hat to wrap him tightly before carrying him outside.

Shi Qing wants to send Song Lan to the hospital.

After [-]:[-] p.m., the traffic in Shanghai began to jam up. The big hospital was far away, and it took about [-] minutes to drive there in half an hour. Now it is difficult to get a taxi. Shi Qing has no patience, so he can only go to a nearby hospital. Give Song Lan a number at the local hospital.

He went to the hospital with Song Lan on his back, and accompanied him to see the doctor and get the medicine, and finally accompanied him in the infusion room for anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing drips.

After drinking half a bottle of drip, Song Lan finally came back to his senses. Seeing that his face was not as red as before, Shi Qing went outside and bought him a few oranges from the fruit stand, peeled one and handed it to him, asking He: "How did you do it? Old Zhang next door to our house said that you got into a fight with someone last night!"

Song Lan was thirsty, so she stuffed half a tangerine into her mouth, and after chewing it, she replied "um".

He tugged at the hand that was on the IV drip, rolled up the cuff halfway up, revealing half of his snow-white arm, and let Shi Qing see, "Do you have a mobile phone? Take a picture for me."

Shi Qing leaned over to look, he wrote a series of numbers with a ballpoint pen on his arm, and then two Chinese characters "Luxiang".

"What? A tattoo?" Shi Qing asked him, holding the phone in his hand and clicked a few pictures there.

"Mao Mao! Yesterday's grandson's name and ID number. My phone ran out of battery. I was afraid that I would forget it if I got sick and confused. I wrote it on my arm when I got home yesterday." "Photographed? Send me WeChat, this grandson I didn't let him go so easily."

After Song Lan finished speaking, he put down his sleeves, and he accidentally pulled the needle, and the sting came suddenly. He scolded his mother and grinned for a long time.

"Did you really fight with someone? Just now the doctor said that your cheek was contused. What happened to that road?"

"Road!" "Fuck! The shot is very ruthless. It doesn't look as big as you, but it's very powerful." Song Lan wanted to save face, but at this time he even forgot all face and scolded there for a long time.When the scolding was almost done, he asked Shi Qing: "There is a family called Dihao Entertainment, do you know?"

That was the logo on the back of the business card given by Yu Junyan. Last night, he was wondering why Lu Xiang asked himself twice if he recognized this person after seeing that business card.He and Lu Xiang were on the same page. Knowing oneself and the enemy can win every battle. This time he was beaten for nothing and lost more than 4000 yuan.

He thought that Shi Qing worked in the night market, had contact with many people, and only had one circle, so he could always find out.Unexpectedly, Shi Qing thought for a long time and finally shook his head.

Song Lan frowned, but still said, "Help me find out."

Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, and knowing that Shi Qing had to go to work at night, he started to chase people away.

Although his appearance has improved a lot, he still has inflammation, and the high fever is easy to recur. Shi Qing is worried about him, and is afraid that he will be late and cause trouble. Finally, he called him for someone.

It was a young man in his twenties. Shi Qing said that his new brother was named Wu Di. Like Song Lan, his parents were not around. Seeing him pitiful, the company asked who would take him and volunteered.

Song Lan looked at the man, he looked much more neat than Shi Qing, she lowered her head shyly, Shi Qing did whatever she said, so she drove Shi Qing away without refusing.

The young man was very nice, so he obediently sat beside Song Lan and watched TV. Seeing that Song Lan's bottle was empty, he ran to call the nurse.Song Lan glanced at him a few times, and gave him some tangerines to eat. He peeled three and gave Song Lan two.

When the bottles were all gone, Song Lan was too embarrassed to ask him to take him home, and sent him back to work at the nightclub directly at the hospital gate.She thought he was leaving, but unexpectedly he was quite honest, saying that it was brother Shitou who told him to watch him carefully, so she followed Song Lan all the way until she saw Song Lan entered the alley before turning around and leaving.

Song Lan went to the market the next morning.

Recently, Chinese New Year is approaching, and more and more people come to the market to buy clothes and cloth.After resting for two days, he calculated that the loss was quite a lot, and he went to the market to open a shop after taking the medicine against the belief that money can't be paid.

There are a lot of people coming in and out in the morning, and they don't have time to rest until one o'clock in the afternoon.When Shi Qing came, Song Lan was eating a boxed lunch. Seeing him coming, he simply asked him to watch the stall and went to the toilet by himself.

When Song Lan came back, Shi Qing stood there smoking. Song Lan knocked the cigarette butt off his hand and pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall.

Shi Qing brushed her hair, looking a little haggard, "Brother Lan, you really worked hard, it didn't work out, so the market just opened?"

Song Lan paused and couldn't help laughing when he thought of his four thousand and five thousand, "Lack of money." His face was still a little swollen, and he struggled to speak simply.

Shi Qing looked at his face, the previously handsome and handsome face was swollen by two big lumps, and he looked quite pitiful.Thinking of what he was going to tell him later, he felt a little apologetic in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "We are new shareholders, it's quite a problem, it seems that we want to use the venue as a stronghold, but someone demolished the private room on the third floor .”

As soon as Song Lan stopped moving, don't look over at him.

"We've been so busy these days, the private room has to be refurbished into an office without affecting normal business."

"By the way, Brother Lan. Brother Zhou asked when you could go, and I told you here, but he said to wait a little longer. I don't know what the boss means now."

"Brother Lan, how about... I'll find you another place?"

Said for a long time that I asked him to do something wrong, Song Lan was stunned for a moment, and in the end it was okay, "It's okay, the job of wine trusting is not what I want to do, you do your job well, don't make trouble with the company because of me unhappy."

Shi Qing nodded, and continued: "I may not do field tours in a while, Brother Zhou said that Mr. Zheng has other things to do in Shanghai, and he wants to find someone familiar with him."

Song Lan was taken aback, "Master Zheng?" Why did he think it sounded so familiar.

Shi Qing suddenly leaned over, mysteriously: "Well, it's the new shareholder, but it's awesome, didn't you say it last time, it can reach the sky. Brother Zhou asked me to follow him well, saying that it will be different in the future .”

Seeing that Song Lan was in a panic, he leaned over to comfort him again, "Brother Lan, don't worry! I won't forget you when I am so successful, I will pay for your father's money!"