Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

The provincial capital changed seasons very early this year.

In southern cities, the high temperature always catches people off guard.The hot shadow of May has not yet covered the earth, but at the beginning of June, it is like a mosquito net that has been shaken from the sky, and the air can't let out any heat.There was a smell of sweat everywhere, and Zhizhi was lying on the tree, and his voice was also hoarse, unable to scream.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Xingsan Medical Clinic, even though the air-conditioning is fully turned on, it is not very cool because of the long queues for registration and the crowds.

Xi Hu is going to buy bread for Tian Tian at Xingsan Medical.

He searched around the emergency room, but couldn't find any place selling food.

He walked straight forward and followed the search to the outpatient department.

Xi Hu walked through the registration lines and walked to the innermost side, only to see a small shop with five words on it - "Hospital Commissary".

"Boss, please take a bag of toast and two bottles of mineral water."

Xi Hu put his hand in front of the cash register.

The owner of the commissary is about forty years old, with his chin slightly tucked in, operating the cash register.

There are a pair of black eyes on her waxy face, and the smile seems to have never been removed, a row of teeth are exposed, and the hair on a mole on the side of her mouth is also trembling.

The boss turned around and took the requested item from the shelf, his eyes drifted back, and he finally looked at Xi Hu squarely.

Xi Hu shuddered: This person's eyes are wrong.

There was a fiery gleam in those eyes, which wanted to eat him alive.

Xi Hu thinks that he can take all men and women, but it's suitable for all ages...it's impossible.

Cautiously, he took out a folded ten-yuan bill from his trousers pocket, pressed the bill on the table, and handed it over.

"Auntie, have we met?"

"Of course!"

The boss nodded affirmatively, "Is your name Xi Hu?"

Xi Hu: "...Yes."

The boss smiled knowingly.

The next sentence is: "I hugged you when I was a child!"

Xi Hu: "..."

"No——I hugged you when you were a child!" The proprietress said with a smile, "Look at how excited I am, I've lost my word."

Xi Hu: "..."

Are you sure you missed the point?

The slip of the tongue is not the point at all, the point is how does this aunt know herself?

Their family doesn't have any distant relatives who work in the hospital?

This aunt also said that she had seen him when she was a child?

Xi Hu hesitated for a while.

"Auntie, you have identified the wrong person."

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't care, as if they heard him tell a joke.

"No! Even if I don't recognize you, I can still recognize your father! Your face is just like his! "

Still looking around, neck sticking out: "Where's your dad? Didn't he come with you?"

Xi Hu: "..."

Xi Junfeng will be haunted if he comes with him.

Xi Hu didn't follow the boss's rhythm and turned to look for someone, nor did he answer.

I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong. What is going on?

From the beginning to the end of my mind, it was like making a quilt in the morning, holding the end of "Xi Junfeng didn't come with him" with one hand, and the end of "He looks exactly like Xi Junfeng" with the other hand, and put the quilt together. Ignoring the two clumps that made him confused, he shook them off like cotton, and the hidden facts underneath were ready to come out——

You know, he was born in Yuanxing City and grew up in Yuanxing City!

Although Xi Junfeng is now in the provincial capital, he has never brought him here before.

"Auntie, since you know my dad..." Xi Hu frowned, "Can you tell me his name?"

"Hey, you still don't believe me? Your dad is that...Xi Haihui!"

"..."

"When I heard it for the first time, I laughed at his name too like a girl!" The boss is obviously still immersed in the past.

"Auntie, you're really mistaken. My dad doesn't have that name."

Xi Hu had no choice but to repeat it again.

He left the canteen, returned to the ward, and put the things he bought on Tian Tian's bedside.

Tian Tian has the habit of taking a nap, this time, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was sound asleep.

Xi Hu told Tan Siming what happened in the commissary in a soft voice, just like talking about the weather.

"Could it be that handsome people are all similar, so they will be mistaken?"

His two eyes were rolling around like abacus, and his chin was thrust forward, still a little unbelievable.

Tan Siming was used to his narcissism, and the character "Chuan" formed between his eyebrows, as if he was in deep thought.

"Hey, don't think about it." Xi Hu stretched out his hand to smooth Tan Siming's brows, "Obviously, let's go eat—"

Surreptitiously, Wen Xiang Nephrite kissed her.

"—I'm starving to death!"

"...Let's go."

-

There is no shortage of three kinds of businesses around the hospital: funerals, accommodation and catering.

"Yuelongmen" is a well-known local specialty home-cooked restaurant. It is opened next to the First Hospital. When foreigners come, they will go to this place specially if they don't see a doctor, to taste the taste and visit here.

Their dishes are typical home-cooked dishes in Yuan Province. The dishes themselves are not spicy, but Yuan Province is rich in fresh chili, and the locals like to eat chili mixed with vegetables.

The waiter looked at the guests who didn't eat and only picked chili, and thought it was weird.

If you don’t want spicy food here, what else can you eat?

Neither of the two people who were sitting took a few bites. Tan Siming was watching Xi Hu carefully put the peppers into a small plate with chopsticks.

A pot of brightly red chopped peppers, the floating decorations faded away, leaving behind the snow-white fish heads.

"Obviously you don't like spicy food," Xi Hu said regretfully, "Do you really want to eat here?"

"You like it, and I like looking at you too." Tan Siming didn't even bat an eyelid, "Have you contacted your dad? You seem to be in a bad mood."

"If you're in a good mood, there will be ghosts—"

Xi Hu pouted, picked up a chopstick of bitter gourd, chewed it, and felt that his favorite bitter gourd was not too fresh, "Xi Junfeng finally took the initiative to call me, but he didn't speak when he answered, I don't know what he wants to do."

He turned to arrange the peppers on a plate, making a picture of a cycad blossoming.

"It may be fate-his name is Xi Junfeng, two mountains; and I, my name is Xi Hu. These two mountains can't tolerate one tiger. Since he won't allow me, I'd better stay away from him, so as not to embarrass myself."

"I guess maybe your dad wants to talk to you."

"How is that possible." Xi Hu lamented, "The possibility of me being reunited with him is even lower than that of Tian Tian and Qiao Yuenan."

"..."

The corner of Tan Siming's mouth twitched, he almost laughed out loud, and could barely hold back, "Reunite after a broken mirror... I will make up for you when I get back."

"How to make it up?" Xi Hu poked Tan Siming's face with the other end of his chopsticks.

"Hmm..." Tan Siming's eyes were also bent, and a thin line protruded from the corner of his eyes, "Probably I will give you a list of exam idioms, listing high-frequency and confusing ones, and copying each one twenty times. It's time to practice calligraphy."

"Forgive me!" Xi Hu knew that Tan Siming would never do what he said, so he couldn't help begging for mercy, "I have never succeeded in practicing calligraphy, and all the copybooks at home are new."

"Then have you found the reason?"

"Huh? You still need to think about the reason for this?"

"..."

"It should be because I'm too picky and don't like Pang Zhonghua's writing."

Xi Hu obediently gave the most likely reason, "Because I don't like it, I can't sit still. After writing for a while, I threw away the pen."

Bitter and bitter: "The highest record is that I wrote it for 10 minutes..."

However, the cruel reality is that in the major bookstores in Yuanxing City, half of the copybooks are owned by the man named Pang Zhonghua.

Tan Siming obviously understood him too.

"Then who do you like?"

"You!" He didn't hesitate at all.

Tan Siming: "..."

"Otherwise, why do you think I can read the notes you wrote to me?"

Xi Hu looked at Tan Siming with a little surprise, and explained, "Your calligraphy is Xingkai, right? Every time I read it, I think it's upright and handsome, and it's different from those rigid regular scripts and running scripts with ghostly symbols... ..."

Another fresh and tender fish head with chopsticks was handed over to Tan Siming's bowl, and there was not a single bit of chopped pepper left—it was as if they were all swept away by Xi Hu, either picked out or swept away, and the rest was white flowers of a slice.

"Don't talk about 10 minutes, if you want me to watch it for an hour, I'm happy too!"

"Got it, I'll make up a book for you."

"What are you making up? Copybooks?"

"Well, let you copy my handwriting."

Xi Hu: "..."

This……

I feel like I have been given an extraordinary mission...

There was a long silence.

"Obviously... Are you so lonely in your studies?"

The "lonely" person is silent at the other end of the dinner table.

Tan Siming looked down at the table, his eyelashes were drooping, and there were sporadic spots of light from the indoor lights stuck on it. When others looked at it, they would naturally think of the stars that fell into their orbits.

Xi Hu watched Tan Siming's expression and sent a text message to Tan Siming.

[It’s good to be lonely, I’ll give you a comforting hug~=3=]

Tan Siming took out his phone from his pocket and checked the messages.

Xi Hu is taking a picture of a plate of chili peppers.

Tan Siming put down his phone and smiled at him.

"With you here, I won't be lonely."

The author has something to say:

I was so sleepy last night that I fell asleep and forgot to update orz...

ps: The opinions stated in the article only represent the opinions of the characters.For example, regular script and running script, I think both are very good, it is a tiger stepping on two to hold one...