Take an inch

Chapter 3

He Yinghua felt something stuck in his throat, glanced at the uncle-like man sitting on the sofa, nodded vigorously, and went back to the bedroom to change without saying a word.

Although it was almost time to get off work, He Yinghua basically didn't get off work on time.

Now when others are off work, he runs to work.

Fan Le heaved a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut.

He looked back at the door of the house, and after making sure that He Yinghua had left, he couldn't help rubbing his stomach: "I'm starving to death..."

He looked around the room, the living room was a bit messy, on the coffee table was Wang Laoji who had heard a pot open.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you immediately feel itchy in your throat, and you can't wait for a cold Coke to pour into your stomach right away.Wanglaoji was fine without Coke, he didn't care who opened the can and drank it, he picked it up and shook it, there was at least half of the can in it, he picked it up and drank it without saying a word.

Just stunned for a moment, then sprawled on the sofa and retched for a long time.

A strong smell of soot in the throat.

He felt so nauseous that he couldn't spit it out after swallowing it, holding back the tears that filled his eyes.

I can only spit mouthfuls, but I still can't get rid of the smell of smoke coming up from the depths.He cursed in his heart, looking around the room with red eyes.He found that there seemed to be a bottle of mineral water under the magazine on the bottom of the coffee table, he quickly turned it out, and unscrewed the lid impatiently.

This mineral water looks clean and clear, it doesn't look like there is something dirty.But he cautiously took it under his nose and sniffed it for a long time. After confirming that there was no smell, he gulped it down a few mouthfuls to wash away the smell of soot in his mouth and his stomach by the way.

But he always felt that there was soot in his throat, and he couldn't cough up anything after coughing, leaving him with a stomach full of nausea.

I was so hungry at first, I didn't eat anything after breakfast, and now I don't want to eat at all.

He Yinghua went to work at five o'clock in the afternoon, and the road was heavily trafficked.He shouldn't have to go, or go later, but in order to avoid staying in the same room with that bastard, he ran to Zhongguancun against the traffic jam without hesitation.

To pass the time on the way, he called He Junfang and Fan Weiguo respectively to report the status quo, saying that they would be relieved when they got back.

He Junfang replied briefly with satisfaction, asking him to take care of Lele and take him to review on time.

Fan Weiguo thanked him politely for a long time.

He seemed very tired listening to Fan Weiguo's voice, and he couldn't bear to ask him more questions, but Fan Weiguo's grateful words made him a little embarrassed.

It was just taking Fan Le back and giving him a place to live. When Fan Weiguo said it, he always felt like he had become their family's benefactor.

Fan Weiguo also said: "I'm too busy these days to go to the bank. Yinghua, you give me the card number and I'll remit Lele's expenses for you during this time, the expenses for meals, transportation, and medical treatment..."

He Yinghua said politely: "You don't need to give it to my uncle, the doctor's fee was refunded to him, and there is still a lot of money left. He can use that for his review. Meals can cost as much as I need, and travel expenses are not needed. I will drive him to and from him." Don't worry, Uncle, I'll let you know if something happens."

Fan Weiguo didn't insist too much, and the two ended the call with a few beeps.

He Yinghua was a little distracted, remembering that when his mother just married Fan Weiguo and brought him into his house, Fan Weiguo was a very energetic person.At that time, Fan Weiguo was said to have resigned from his job to start a small business. He had a little money, and he paid attention to his image every time he went out to socialize.

He Yinghua has no father since he was a child, so he has a vague impression of his father. He thinks that an image like Fan Weiguo is suitable to be a father, and he is also good to him, and he is not picky.

I couldn't recognize him when I saw her this time, my back was a little hunched, and my hair became much grayer. I don't know where that energy is at all, I don't have much energy, and my face doesn't look good.

I can't find that confident look at all, as if I've been crushed by something, my voice is hopeless.

Fan Le is here in the hospital and he has to go back to deal with things in a hurry, maybe there is really something in his hometown that drags him down.

He Yinghua thought, fortunately, his mother has always been quite lively, if she likes to meddle in her own business, she can do it, as long as she is happy.

I set off from home at five o'clock and arrived at Zhongguancun at 06:30.

Afterwards, he was immersed in his work, forgetting about Fan Le and the hospital.

The messy guy who works overtime in the office has unkempt hair. I don't know if he has no time or thinks it is unnecessary.When a lazy man wears a T-shirt and glasses, the light of the computer screen is reflected on the lenses, and he stares at the computer with furrowed eyebrows. From head to toe, he is a standard equipment in the IT world.

As soon as He Yinghua entered, no one paid any attention to him.

He sat in his work room, and his colleague Da Chuan'er came over, sniffed and sniffed: "Where did you go on leave this afternoon, my partner? She was dressed more stinkingly than usual..." He looked at He Yinghua's hair and He looked at his clothes again, "It's not the one in the morning, and I even changed clothes specially. If you see someone who has gone, hurry up! Let us introduce some of the partners you found somewhere!" He greeted the opposite The man also looked over, with dark circles under his eyes listlessly: "Where can you find someone, don't forget to tell your buddies, my mother is about to kill you."

"Look for a fart partner!" He Yinghua smoothed his hair from front to back, "It's the same as usual, and you guys can get those few hairs trimmed when you have time!"

This overtime worked until two o'clock in the morning.

He Yinghua rubbed his sleepy eyes and went to the bathroom to wipe his face to wake up. He habitually looked in the mirror, and his image when he came to work was gone.

His face is greasy, his hair is messed up at some point, he may not be able to write the code and always rubs his head, his eyes are darkened, not much better than Da Chuaner, his eyes are half open, and he may fall asleep when he closes his eyes.The shirt that was originally straight began to wrinkle, and three buttons were undone.

He turned the faucet to cold water, splashed it on his face several times, and finally regained consciousness.

It took only 10 minutes to drive home.

When he opened the door, He Yinghua suddenly remembered that there was someone else at home. Although he said that he would let that bastard sleep in the bedroom and he would sleep on the sofa, he would usually be polite and not sleep in someone else's bedroom.

When he came back, he had some other things to modify, so he had to use the computer in the bedroom.Fan Le was lying on the sofa when he left, maybe he fell asleep on the sofa now?

He Yinghua pushed the door open and went in, lightly took the light on the phone screen to illuminate it, and did not turn on the light in the living room to avoid disturbing Fan Le who was sleeping on the sofa.He walked through the living room to the bedroom by the light, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something wrong.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the sofa for a while, and finally strode over and turned on the light in the living room without hesitation.

The appearance of the living room startled He Yinghua, as if there was a fight, there was no one on the sofa, but there was a mess on the floor.The Wanglaoji jar he used to store the ashes was lying on the ground, and the drink mixed with the ashes in it was spilled all over the floor. The half-dried ones were there, and the spots looked disgusting.

Everything on the coffee table was thrown on the ground, including magazines he had read halfway through, and a handful of change. Tickets and coins were scattered, and two coins were submerged in the drink soup mixed with soot. The empty plastic bottle was also lying there, and the two socks he had taken off were spread out in the corner...

He Yinghua got angry when he saw this. Is this a rebellion or what?Has anyone done this?

He thought of something and suddenly calmed down again. In the situation in the living room, there is no one. Did something dangerous happen and he went to the hospital again?

In order to confirm, he took two steps to the bedroom, turned on the light and looked at the bed.

Sure enough, there was someone on the bed.

Fan Le was sleeping soundly on the bed, He Yinghua's towel was draped over his stomach, his legs were carelessly separated, his arms were raised to the top of his head and around his head, one could tell that he was in a deep sleep just by the way it was stretched.

He Yinghua suddenly became angry, I gave you a place to live and you demolished my house!

Without even thinking about going up, he slapped Fan Le's waist.

Fan Le suddenly opened his eyes as if in a dream and hummed, but didn't notice what happened, then turned his head and continued to sleep.

He Yinghua stepped forward and rubbed his shoulders hard with his fingers, "Ai! Ai! Wake up! Wake up! Get up and explain to me what's going on!" The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and his voice couldn't help but get louder.

Fan Le was stunned for a moment, thinking that this was not a dream, and finally struggled to open his eyes, staring at the phone in confusion, "Why, it's not yet three o'clock, what are you urging?"

Not satisfied?He Yinghua grabbed him and pulled him up forcefully, "Explain to me what's going on in the living room? What kind of face do you show me? Why are you angry with me?"

"The living room?" Fan Le just remembered, "Oh, during the day, I accidentally swept all the things on it with my crutches, and I can't pick them up because of my inconvenient legs..." He spoke in a daze, and gradually came to his senses , the tone is not at all the same as during the day, I don't know if I know I'm wrong, I feel guilty, or I just woke up and I don't have the strength to pull.

"If I can't pick you up, I can't..." He Yinghua stopped in the middle of speaking angrily, and he also realized that this was a problem. Fan Le couldn't move his legs, and the doctor wouldn't let him move with a cane, let alone bend down to pick up things .What can't be done?Call him?They never exchanged calls with each other.

"I'm sorry!" Fan Le apologized happily, "It wasn't intentional."

He apologized so much, but He Yinghua couldn't complain about him anymore, but he still held his breath and slapped Fan Le on the shoulder, "Go down! Go to sleep in the living room! I still have work tonight!"

Fan Le didn't leave, instead, he leaned on the bed and lay down slowly with his legs, and began to pull again, "I can't stretch my legs out on the sofa, I'm suffocating and it's hard to recover. I'll just sleep here." As he said that, he covered it up again. Covered with a towel, folded his arms on his chest and closed his eyes.

He Yinghua looked at him like a rascal, but couldn't drag him up and throw him on the ground.Suffering from being dumb, he held his breath and went to the living room to tidy up the house.

The wooden floor was sprinkled with a lot of drinks, mixed with soot, not to mention sticky, a lot of it may have seeped into that crack.He Yinghua took a rag and wiped it little by little, and tidied up the coffee table by the way.Throw away what you don’t want, put down what you want, the top of the noodles is especially clean.

I didn't feel in the mood to do any work at night. After cleaning up, I saw that it was past three o'clock, and it would be four o'clock if I didn't sleep.He glanced at the bedroom and lay down on the sofa with his clothes closed.

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