Shanghai morning

Wang Yao was shivering in the cold wind in the morning, he hugged his arms tightly, but he could only keep his chest from being as cold as other places.Losing his salary, he couldn't think of anything to do. He ran to a pawn shop two streets away last night, bargained with the sharp-mouthed court salaryman, and pawned his coat.The most valuable thing in the house is a Tang Pozi from the Daoguang period of the former Qing Dynasty. It is made of copper and has good workmanship, but it is used for warming Wanwan's feet.Perhaps due to the lack of proper care since childhood, Wanwan has always been weak and cold. In autumn, he has to add a quilt and rely on Mrs. Tang to survive the winter so as not to get sick.

His upper and lower teeth were fighting, and Wang Yao thought that he might be able to feel warmer when he ran, but when he started running, the wind brought by his body was even harsher, and after shortness of breath, the frozen air was sucked into the lungs, like a sharp knife being inserted into the cavity Same.The exposed face and hands were also tense and painful. The frozen wounds on the hands were all at the knuckles. Due to the cold, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and the frozen wounds burst and ooze blood.

The way to work was much longer than usual, Wang Yao almost rushed through the gate of the foreign firm, his body was still cold from inside to outside, and he couldn't restrain his trembling.I sat down in my seat and rested for a while, but it still didn't get better, and my head hurt a lot, probably because I didn't sleep well last night.After drinking a few sips of water to settle down, Wang Yao began to devote himself to busy and boring work.

Francis habitually came over to chat with Wang Yao, but as soon as he got close to him, he realized that something was wrong with Wang Yao. His angle was just right enough to see Wang Yao's side face, and his usually ivory face was now blushing, which was obviously unhealthy Red, the most conspicuous thing is the white gauze wrapped on his forehead, which looks injured.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Francis asked in Wang Yao's ear.

Wang Yao's reaction was half a beat slower than usual: "Fortunately, it's just a little cold."

Francis looked at Wang Yao's exhausted smile inquiringly, curled his lips and said, "I think you are sick."

"It's nothing, I don't like to be sick." Wang Yao smiled and tried to hide it.

"Why did you hurt your head?" Francis reached out to test the temperature of Wang Yao's forehead. Just then Arthur and a tall young man walked in. The two seemed to be arguing about something. The young man's words came clearly: "I Having said that, it makes no sense!"

"Francis what are you pervert doing?" Arthur dropped the young man and ran towards Francis.

"Don't get me wrong," Francis held up his hands, "I'm just taking my temperature, that's all."

"You can make up a better reason next time!" Arthur stared into Emerald's eyes, "I should put a sign on your door that reads 'Dangerous animals, no one allowed to enter'!"

"Hey, little Arthur, before putting me in the cage of 'no one is allowed to enter', shouldn't you introduce the guests first?" Francis pointed to the young man who followed Arthur, "Xiao Yao and I don't know each other yet. And this one!" He said and put his hands on Wang Yao's shoulders naturally.

Arthur had no choice but to hold back his anger, and introduced in a serious manner: "This is Alfred F. Jones, my cousin, American. This French animal is Francis Bonofau, unqualified partner; this Chinese boy is Wang Yao, our employee."

"Hello, Mr. Jones!" Francis extended his hand generously.

"Call me Al!" Al warmly shook hands with Francis.

Wang Yao has already stood up, and the action of standing up made his eyes stare, not only because of the fever, but also the American young man named Alfred in front of him surprised him, Al is the one wearing glasses who "justified" yesterday blond young man.

Can only pretend that nothing happened, Wang Yao smiled politely and said: "Good morning, Mr. Jones." He did not extend his hand, as foreigners are generally reluctant to shake hands with Chinese people.

But Al took the initiative to pick up Wang Yao's right hand and held it in his palm: "Your name is Wang Yao? We have met before!"

"You know each other?" Arthur looked back and forth between the two.

"I don't know each other, but I have met," Al said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet someone I know!"

Is it considered an acquaintance if we met once?Wang Yao complained secretly in his heart.

"Are you nervous? Why are you sweating so much?" Al felt the wetness of his palm.

Francis pressed Wang Yao's shoulders and forced him to sit back in the chair: "No, he's just a body..."

"Francis, you've wasted enough time!" Arthur ordered, "Come here right away, we'll be busy all day with Gonghe Yangxing!"

Francis pretended to have a helpless smile and said, "Little Arthur, don't become a workaholic too early!" Then he walked inside with Arthur.

"Al, you come here too, you have to learn these things!" Arthur turned to Al.

"I'm sorry, I said I'm not interested." Al stood there with his arms folded. "Since you guys want to talk about business, this person will lend me a day." Al said, grabbing Wang Yao's arm and pulling him up from the chair , Wang Yao had to stagger around the table and stick to Al.

Arthur just wanted to get angry, but after thinking about it, he couldn't be tough on Al, so he said dissatisfiedly: "Well, for the sake of you just arrived in China...Wang Yao, help me keep an eye on him. Watch him, don't let him do stupid things."

Before Wang Yao could speak, Al had already pulled him outside: "Don't worry Arthur, I don't wear diapers long ago!"