Looking back suddenly, the man was drawing circles in the corner

Chen Jing didn't eat much for breakfast, and she was hungry before twelve o'clock, but she was too lazy to cook, so she looked through the cabinets to see if there were any snacks and dry food, unexpectedly, she actually found a few packets of instant noodles.

This kind of thing was spurned by Wan Li and Zhong Xuan. Besides Chen Jing herself, the only person who would store them was Dr. Lin.

However, Dr. Lin is now so nourished by love that he cooks himself, and it is estimated that he will not touch them for a while.

In order to avoid waste caused by expired food, Chen Jing resolutely boiled water to soak a bag.

The little poodle heard the commotion in the kitchen, ran in briskly, rubbed its head against the trouser leg of its owner, Chen Jing bent down and touched its head, then opened the cupboard and took out a can of dog food .

"I don't cook for lunch today, so why not just eat this?" Chen Jing shook the can in her hand to the little poodle.

The little poodle shook its tail happily: "Aww!"

The dog food was given by Wan Li's colleague, who also had a dog at home. Because she bought too much during the special sale in the supermarket, and it was about to expire, she couldn't finish it, so she took it out to share with colleagues who have dogs at home.

Chen Jing opened the can, which was a simple action, but for some reason, she scratched the mouth of the tin can with her index finger, and blood flowed profusely.

Chen Jing was stunned for about two seconds, staring blankly at the index finger, not understanding why so much blood suddenly gushed out, and she didn't feel any pain.

The little poodle smelled the scent of dog food, its eyes sparkled, and it lifted its front legs off the ground, stood up on its two hind legs, and kept bowing to Chen Jing.

"Wait." Chen Jing said to the little poodle, "I'll bandage it first." Then she put the can aside and ran into the room to find the first-aid kit. I always feel that there are many things in it that I don't need, but now I need them Only to find that there are really many things that are not used.

There are a lot of antidiarrheal medicines, painkillers, and cold medicines, but there are no Yunnan Baiyao and band-aids.

"Aww?" The little poodle didn't know what happened, but could feel the owner's strange emotion, so it turned around at Chen Jing's feet worriedly.

Chen Jing rummaged through the contents of the first aid kit, but couldn't find anything that could stop the bleeding, so she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.But at this time, the pain sensory nerves began to transmit pain messages, and the wound was in sharp pain, so painful that she wanted to cover it tightly, but dared not touch it casually.

Chen Jing thought for a while, pulled some tissue paper and hugged the wound, then ran to the neighbor across the street and knocked on the door for help.

It happened that Huang Hua didn't go to work, and was making a vegetable salad in the kitchen, when he heard this sudden knock on the door, he was so frightened that he almost dropped the salad bowl.

"Who?!" Huang Hua went to open the door angrily, making up his mind to scold everyone first, but unexpectedly, his eyes directly met a blood-drenched slender hand, and he was so shocked that he forgot what he wanted to scold.

Chen Jing reached out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "Are there any band-aids in your house?"

Only then did Huang Hua come back to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, why buy something like that?"

Chen Jing: "..."

Huang Hua just glanced at Chen Jing's bleeding hand, feeling a little guilty for no reason, as if it was a sin not to have a Band-Aid at home, scratched the back of his head and said, "How about I go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy it for you?"

"Do you have a way to stop the bleeding?" Chen Jing asked.There is no pharmacy downstairs at all, and the nearest pharmacy is at least one more intersection away. Chen Jing guessed that she couldn't wait.

"Wait." Huang Hua turned around and ran back to the house, "Come in too, let me use my mobile phone to Baidu, it will be very fast, um... I was cut by a kitchen knife..."

"I wasn't cut by a kitchen knife." Chen Jing didn't go in, but still leaned against the door.

"That's not the point." Huang Hua quickly entered the text, and then searched, "Okay, it came out... You can mash ginger and apply it to the wound...Ginger, who has nothing to buy at home?" Huang Huacai He raised his head and looked at Chen Jing. "Do you have any at home?"

"It seems to be there." Chen Jing tilted her head and thought for a while, "I'll go back and look for it, thank you."

"Hey, wait, do you know what ginger looks like? Oh, forget it, I'll go find it for you." Huang Hua felt a little uneasy after thinking about it, and hurriedly took the keys and mobile phone and chased it out.

"How come I don't know what ginger looks like?" Chen Jing didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Huang Hua put his hands on her shoulders, and led her forward: "I don't know, let's go, let me open my eyes."

Chen Jing smiled and didn't say anything else. She didn't have a good impression of Huang Huacai before. After all, she had never seen that girl from a good family who kept fairy water in her house all year round. But now that she was really worried about her, she felt that This person is actually quite kind-hearted, the stepmother of the heroine of the time-traveling novel.

When the little poodle saw Huang Hua coming in, it barked twice reflexively, but immediately realized that it was the beautiful sister who had bathed for it, and immediately wagged its tail.

"Look, it still remembers me." Huang Hua said happily.

"Yeah, it doesn't have dementia yet." Chen Jing nodded in agreement.

"Why do you hate it so much?" Huang Hua said coquettishly, then walked quickly to the kitchen, "Hurry up, where is the ginger?"

"I don't know where to put it, you look through it." Chen Jing glanced at the wound on her index finger, the blood was congealed, she put her hand under the faucet and rinsed it, but the blood came out again.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Huang Hua finally found a few pieces of ginger in a jar filled with sand by the window sill, and when he turned his head, he saw Chen Jing washing his hands.

"I just rushed, I didn't expect..." Chen Jing also felt very depressed, the wound didn't seem to be long, why was the blood bleeding endlessly.

"I beg you, don't move any more. Go sit in the living room. I'll smash the ginger and apply it to you."

Huang Huacai seemed like a delicate girl who didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers. Chen Jing asked worriedly: "Can you do it? How? What do you use?"

Huang Hua took the ginger under the faucet and washed it clean. He picked up the kitchen knife and scraped off the skin of the ginger two or three times. Then he put the ginger on the chopping board and sliced ​​it. There were about five or six slices. Chopped.

"Hey, that's right, I didn't expect you to do some tricks." Chen Jing was a little dumbfounded.

"What's this? It's a piece of cake. I can cook." Huang Hua beckoned Chen Jing to come over, and applied the minced ginger to her wound.

Chen Jing gasped in pain immediately, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Huang Huacai grabbed her wrist tightly: "Hold it, it will pass soon."

"No, it's very hot, it hurts me to death, let go!" Chen Jing hopped in pain.

"Be patient, bear with me, or you will bleed to death." Huang Hua was afraid that she would shake off the ginger powder on her fingers, so she firmly grasped her wrist.

The most painful time is the moment when the ginger powder just touched the wound, and it hurts afterwards, but after those few seconds, the pain after that becomes bearable.

Chen Jing calmed down slowly: "It's okay, it's okay, it seems to be over."

Only then did Huang Hua let go of her hand.

The ginger powder was really effective in stopping the bleeding, and the blood stopped flowing.

"Hey, this scent... have you instant noodles?" Huang Hua raised his head and sniffed the air, his eyes fell on the bowl of instant noodles on the counter.

It was only then that Chen Jing remembered that she had soaked the noodles, and it was estimated that the noodles were too mushy to eat.

"Do you want to eat? There is still in the cupboard." Chen Jing said, "If you want to eat, you can make it yourself. If you don't mind the trouble, make a bag for me too."

"Didn't you already have a bath? How hungry are you?" Huang Huacai never knew how to write the word polite, and before Chen Jing finished speaking, he reached out to pull the cabinet door.

"The bowl is all mushy and can't be eaten. I'll throw it away later."

"Don't, don't, it tastes good when it's made into a ball. Instant noodles need this effect. Kangxi was born again to raise a prince. If you don't eat it, let me eat it. It's a waste to throw it away." Huang Hua quickly helped Chen Jing re-soak it. Then he picked up the bowl of noodles that Chen Jing had soaked earlier and started to eat.

"Sit and eat in the living room." Chen Jing remembered that she hadn't fed the dog yet, so she took the can to the balcony and poured the dog food into the tableware for poodles.

Huang Hua sat on the sofa with a bowl in his hand, glanced at the laptop on the tea table, moved the mouse cheaply, and the screen that had been dormant turned on.

"Is your computer desktop a little too clean?" Huang Hua asked while sucking on noodles, "Just reinstalled the system?"

Chen Jing threw the empty can into the trash can, poured a glass of boiling water for Huang Hua, and then sat down.

"The desktop needs to be clean so that the system can run fast."

"Then you should at least get a good-looking wallpaper." Huang Hua didn't feel that the computer was a personal item at all, and directly opened "My Documents" with the mouse, and then continued to open "My Photo Album".

Chen Jing couldn't stop her, but she thought that there were no pornographic photos in the album, so she let her see them.

"Tsk, dog abuse." Huang Hua shook his head while watching, and was blinded by a series of self-portraits showing affection.

Chen Jing smiled, picked up a noodle with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

The folders in the album are arranged in chronological order, Huang Hua just clicked on the earlier folder, and found Zhong Xuan's long hair.

"Zhong Xuan looks amazing with long hair." Huang Hua admired it sincerely.

Chen Jing stretched her head to take a look, then smiled with the corners of her mouth raised.She hasn't seen the photos in the album for a while. Since Zhong Xuan woke up, she no longer needs to rely on photos to miss the good times in the past. No matter how good those times are, it is impossible to repeat them. It is better to live the present Life.

"Huh, why does this place look familiar?" Huang Hua stared thoughtfully at the background of a certain photo with his chopsticks in his mouth.

"That's the church in city y." Chen Jing felt that the churches everywhere were pretty much the same.

"Have you ever been to City Y?" Huang Hua continued to use the mouse to click on the photos in the back, and the backgrounds were all familiar city scenery.

"Yeah, Zhong Xuan and I lived there for a while until she had an accident there." Chen Jing took a sip of the instant noodle soup. Can't stop drinking.

Huang Hua paused holding the hand of the mouse, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Hey, I mentioned your sadness."

"It's okay, it's over." Chen Jing smiled and didn't care.

If the sad thing can pass, it will be a happy thing.During that time, I was really sad, and I fell into the grief of not knowing what to do, but the time passed, and the sadness also passed, and I realized that there is nothing that cannot be overcome.

What's more, that important person has returned, and is by his side, safe and happy.

Huang Hua asked gossipingly while looking at the photo: "What happened to Zhong Xuan at that time? It was so serious that he became a vegetable."

The noodles that Chen Jing picked up with the chopsticks slipped back into the bowl, she lowered her head, her eyes became a little dim, and finally put down the chopsticks, suddenly feeling that she had no appetite at all.