river bank, river bank

After Shan Jia finished delivering the words, she continued with the work at hand, picked up the matching teeth mold, prepared the gutta-percha and shaped it, took a handful of slender wood chips, and focused on pouring gypsum powder.

It looks like a handicraft class for kindergarten children, it should be fun.

In less than 5 minutes, three or four patients came in one after another in the waiting room, either looking down at their mobile phones, or chatting with people around them.

No one noticed Bai San who was crouching in front of the table and curled up into a ball.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and without standing up, he slowly moved behind the table like a small mushroom that didn't grow tall, and jumped onto the high-backed chair.

There is a large glass window behind the desk.

It was snowing outside again, white and small, and windy.

He was lying on the table, motionless, with his arms under his head, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead, and he was breathing hot.

Sometimes, Bai San turned his head and quietly raised his eyes, and glanced at the white porcelain cup by the table, which was filled with golden spring tea, which was half full, and Dr. Jiang took a few sips.

Sometimes, with a blushing face, he sticks his head out from the folded arms, takes a big breath of fresh air, and sees the newspapers randomly stacked on the low cabinet under the table. .

These trivial things, like small bubbles slowly floating on the surface of lemon water, flow into the throat with a slightly scorching sweetness, wrapping around the heart.

Bai San sat on the chair in a lump, with his forehead resting on the table, his eyes wide open and he thought for a long time.

Even if it was a joke, it seemed that no one had ever said something similar to him, saying that this is a protective circle... that will protect him.

The memo on the phone is empty, he has never had anything worth recording, and sometimes even if he knows something is important, he is lazy and simply forgets it.

Bai San recalled what Shan Jia had conveyed, pursed his lips, and poked and poked his fingers on the phone screen, trying to restore it, and wrote down every word in the memo.

Jiang An said... Jiang An also said...

Fearing that it would be unreliable and unable to save it, he planned to review it in his diary before going to bed.

The softness in those words will be brought into dreams.

In July of 2017, midsummer, in the afternoon, Bai San met a man who blocked the way to confess his love to him. He had no memory of his face and no memory of his figure. The man was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and his words were sincere and sweet.

Living in this world, there will always be love, and eachother who seem to meet again in a thousand years.

But Bai San thought of today at that moment, in the dying winter, in the empty waiting room, someone teased him and gave him a protective circle with boundless magic power.

Thick diaries have been piled into dusty bookcases, new mobile phones have been replaced one after another, and the unreliable backup function is still unreliable.

The old memories flooded into his heart, and he was suddenly dazed. In this flash, he remembered it for many years.

The waiting room is bustling.

Bai San complained in his heart that the other resident doctor was unreliable, and the patients had gathered together until today. Dr. Jiang was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink, and then he relaxed secretly, from a shy little turtle to an elongated Little Fat Chirp with his neck poking his head.

There are wheels under the high-backed chair, which is very similar to the swivel chair he used for studying. The cushion is soft and comfortable when crossing his legs. The high backrest is also suitable, but he doesn't dare to turn it.

After all, Tang Sanzang entered the circle drawn by Monkey King, and he always meditated, not playing in circles.

With a learning attitude, Bai San carefully watched Shan Jia’s tooth filling mold. When he touched the mold quietly for the seventh time and was beaten by the thugs for the seventh time, he flattened his mouth and gave up. It didn’t look fun at all. .

The potted sunflowers in front of the table had plump and dark green leaves last time. It hasn’t been seen for a week. The flowers haven’t bloomed yet, and many leaves have fallen.

He took half a cup of water from a disposable paper cup and poured it in. It was quickly absorbed, but it didn't seem to have any effect.He made the same posture as Hua, with one arm resting on the table and the other on the armrest, his head drooping limply.

Boring, still boring.

Since he released the news of selling the dagger, many people left messages asking.

Scalpers with Sanwu numbers are all skipped. There is a person with id Eddie who keeps sending messages. After a while, he has saved 99+ and is working hard towards 999+.

Bai San is usually afraid of this kind of chatter, because he has not yet reached this level, so he can't say it.

But it is a very pleasant thing to transform the chattering spirit into the persistence and enthusiasm for the dagger.

Eddie: Look at me, look at me, god sun, I like you so much!The day you play professional is the day my dream comes true! ! ! ! !

sun, the game id of Baisan.

He shook his hand and clicked to open the dialog box, regretted it the next second, forked it off with a cold face, saying what he likes at a young age, really, really shameless.

Then, he clicked on a long list of new messages that continued to grow.

[sunsun! !It's really you!You finally remembered your account password! ! ! ! ]

[Oh my god, I'm so excited, do you still remember the double row that you promised Team Zhang, Team Wang, and Team Li, I squatted in the live broadcast room until my waist disc protruded, do you know wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

[Great God, is this going to change to a new weapon?Let me tell you about the cold weapon, I will quickly place an order to practice, and I only want to fight side by side in my lifetime/Holding fists.jpg]

[AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlyI want!I want!Wait for me to organize the language, if I can get the dagger of Little Sun, I will be so happy! ! ! ! ! ]

[Ask politely, if you don't mind, can we have dinner together?A meal is 99w, you can increase the price]

[Hahahahahaha what about the love you agreed to, why do you want to use your natal weapon all of a sudden?Although I am a bit sad, but no matter what decision you make, which weapon you will use in the future, whether you win or lose, I am always looking forward to you. ]

……

It was the first time that Bai San opened up the permission to receive messages from strangers, and the influx of them was far faster than his browsing speed. The messages that were in front of him one second, were swiped to the second page in the next second.

Most of them were gags. In the past, everyone watched him play so many games, and there was no place to express their impressions. They took the opportunity to sue.

There are not many suitable candidates, as long as there are other weapons, the professional players have already been selected.

The rest of the ordinary players mostly liked his use of the dagger more than the dagger itself, not enough for now.

Furthermore, the release time is too short, so you have to take your time. Bai San grabbed the remaining leaves of the potted plants, stared at the small satchel for a while, sighed hard, and lay down on the table, unable to read the rest of the news .

Although he has stopped playing games recently and his time is gradually being taken up by studies, he is not yet ready to give away the dagger. As soon as he thinks that the dagger is in someone else's hands, or sees the dagger lying quietly in his satchel in this life, he will feel a sudden change in his heart. regret.

'Is this ready for a new weapon? '

--no.

He never thought of using other weapons besides the dagger, even if it was a dagger other than his dagger, including after losing the dagger.

'I'm always looking forward to you. '

— not worth looking forward to.

At the moment when he decided to turn away from being daggered, Bai San felt that he had split into two people, one was him at this moment, with a desperate focus on his studies.

The other is that because the dagger collided unintentionally, he could cry with distress, his eyes were red, and he was full of enthusiasm for the battlefield, and all enthusiasm was born and died because of the dagger.

At this moment, he, who was desperate, was saying goodbye to him who was full of enthusiasm.

As expected, the game "Battlefield" will become a memory he can talk about when he is old.

Walking into a convenience store one evening, he saw three or two junior high school students yelling and yelling, and the familiar picture on the screen of his mobile phone flashed by. Nice guy, lost the dagger later.

When he was a child, Bai San was in poor health, and lived with the old dean for a while, so it was convenient for him to take care of him.

He remembered that the old dean had so many books covering three walls, with miscellaneous contents, both ancient and modern.

In the memory of the sweltering and quiet summer when he was a child, there were shaded windows, he lay on the wooden floor, his calves raised and his feet dangling, and the pages of the book were opened in front of him.

Among them is a biography written by a reporter, talking about interviewing old people before they died, from young to seventy, what would they like to say.

Probably can be imagined.

The last time I didn't say goodbye to my friend, I wanted to eat a bowl of scallion noodles made by that person, but I couldn't wait until this winter's New Year's Eve. If I had...

Nothing more than the past, regret on paper.

At that time, Bai San didn't think anything of it, but now that he thinks about it, it's inevitable for people to have regrets.So it's no big deal that he loses the dagger along with a part of himself.

With rigorous thinking and strong logic, he seemed to have comforted himself. He pouted his chin and gently pulled the leaves, still depressed.

"You just pull it, quickly pull off those two leaves," Shan Jia said calmly, pulling on the fake mold, "When Doctor Jiang comes out, I will tell him how the potted flower died, no wonder I didn't give it Watering was secretly eaten by a little sheep that ran in at some point."

The little sheep trembled, and with a "swoosh" he withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.Tilting his neck, he looked at Jiang An, who was facing away from him in the treatment room.

Busy, still busy, didn't notice outside the treatment room.Bai San breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and suddenly met Jiang An who was turning around. Jiang An raised his eyebrows slightly, hung the spray gun in his hand back on the dental chair, and walked out.

Bai San turned his head abruptly, his limp spine straightened in a second, and his little hands, which had no place to rest, were on the armrests. He sat upright on the high-backed chair, obediently like a primary school student waiting for a lecture from the dean.

He puffed up his cheeks and looked at Shan Jia with grievances. He felt that Shan Jia had learned badly from another resident doctor, but he didn't expect that Shan Jia could be worse.

"Hey, why didn't that little sheep bark anymore?" Shan Jia poked his cheek with the tail of a signature pen.

Bai San flinched, he didn't want to bleat like a sheep.

He poked again, and he shrank again.Shan Jia had more fun, withered a pot of sunflowers and grown a bunch of mimosa.

Bai San was so angry, he took a deep breath, his cheeks became more round and swollen, he watched Jiang An approaching eagerly, and sniffed, so Jiang An would not bully people like this.

"Go to the child care department next door and get some toys back." Jiang An instructed Shan Jia, then picked up the white porcelain cup and went to the water dispenser to refill the hot water.

In front of Jiang An, Shan Jia was restrained, responded softly, squinted his eyes at Bai San and smiled secretly, cleared his throat, and pointed to the withered potted plants on the table.

"Doctor Jiang, this pot of sunflowers is dying. It looks like it's not just water shortage."

Bai San's heart rang out in an instant, and he raised his head and looked at Jiang'an without blinking, his eyes were full of anger and aggrieved.

"Throw it away." Jiang An gave Shan Jia the way to deal with it without delay.

Shan Jia choked for a moment, couldn't get the words out of her mouth, and finally responded helplessly, picked up the potted plant and walked towards the big trash can in the bathroom.

Sure enough, Dr. Jiang is very good!

Bai San was happy, his eyes were shining with the light like the sun shining on a dewdrop hanging on the tip of a leaf.

Knowing that he just did something wrong, he looked away, opened his mouth, didn't say anything for a long time, stared at the ground in a daze, and really wanted to say something to Jiang An, tilted his head and pulled his hair, licking the dry corner of his mouth, " I'm short of water too."

Jiang An pulled his lips slightly, "I'll throw you away later."

"..."

Bai San flinched, formed into a small ball, and silently lifted the blanket next to him to cover himself.

Doctor Jiang, I'm so annoying.