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Five years later.

The urban sky is full of flaws, and the light pierces through the clouds and grins.On the commuter subway, what I hold in my hand is a small cup of coffee called a medium cup, and what I hear in my ears is "30 Lectures on the Rapid Counterattack of Ordinary People". It is a traffic radio station with a different frequency band: "There is a rear-end collision on the road ahead..."

The grandparents who got up early in the park practiced Tai Chi with "Yunshui Zen Heart". There was a flood of shared bicycles on the side of the road. Someone picked one up and bypassed a series of green belts and irrelevant banks without accounts, and stopped at a building. In front of the office building.

The single-floor elevator is parked on the 19th floor. After walking past the information desk and multiple partitions, I took off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack at the door. I stepped on the oak floor. There were already a lot of people inside, so I could only tiptoe to find an eye-sized gap between the back of my head. Look in.

In the center of the field of view is a pure white ultrasound machine. A man with his shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbow is holding a probe and moving it over the upper edge of the patient's scalene muscle.

On Friday, the recovery room was open for inspection, and many people came to study and join in the fun. The physiotherapy beds and foam rollers in other cubicles were occupied by laughter, and only the musculoskeletal ultrasound testing room was considered quiet.

Pang Sheng flicked on the high-density white shadows on the screen, his mouth was parched, and he didn't care if someone came and hadn't heard the whole thing, so he turned around and winked: "It's almost done, right?"

The man behind him retracted the probe long before he signaled, and the crowd automatically gave him a gap when he walked towards the instrument, and his already erratic gaze was completely cast on the man's face at this moment: the eyes and eyebrows are strangely handsome, and Yamane is also pretty , but unfortunately wearing a mask.

After inviting everyone out, Pang Sheng took a deep breath, slumped on the medical chair and turned around, squinting at the back of the person who was squeezing the disposable alcohol by the pool.

"You didn't help me a few words, you didn't say a word." Pang Sheng complained, "I was exhausted talking there, and the cross talk talkers were not as tired as I am."

The lid of the yellow medical waste bin popped up, and a mask was thrown in. Yao An let go of the pedal: "You seem to enjoy the stage."

"Ah bah." Pang Sheng smiled and leaned back. "It's all the boss's fault. If there's nothing to do to promote it, the online popularity is not enough, and the offline is still the same, tossing people to death."

Yao An glanced at the door, it was still noisy, so he copied the tablet from the table, folded it on his knees, and knocked with his head down.

"What are you busy with? Don't take a break. There will be another wave later." Pang Sheng kicked his feet, and the chair slid to the side of Yao An.

On the screen is the H5 editing interface, with gaudy typography and bold fonts. Yao An pinned a picture of a person holding his tailbone and screaming for pain, and replied: "Online popularization."

The recovery room operates a public account, which is responsible for the daily teaching of popular science and diseases to the general public, in order to achieve the effect of attracting customers silently, but so far it has had little effect, and it is a miracle that it is not abandoned.

Pang Sheng stared, watching him crackling and typing out a large paragraph of words that seemed not to be popular but to be a pyramid scheme: what made the middle school students in their prime sigh and sigh, and the office workers in their prime of life complained, the culprit was it—waist Muscle strain!

There is also a creepy panda head expression pack below.

"It's too proficient." Pang Sheng couldn't laugh or cry, "When did you take over, and you're actually happy?"

"Not happy." Yao An remained expressionless, "I wrote extra money."

"You are honest." Pang Sheng also rubbed his old waist, "It takes a lot of time to write every day, and no one reads it."

"Yes." Yao An said.

"How much?" Pang Sheng didn't believe it, "Let me see."

The alcohol gradually evaporated, causing a small dryness. Yao An rubbed his fingertips and said, "At least one."

I got off work later than usual today, and Yao An didn’t hitch a ride with Pang Sheng as usual when I went back. The guy’s co-driver and the back seat were packed with yoga teachers on the 7th floor. He called it communication in related fields, but he didn’t know about communication. It's easy to say, there is still a car with their company man in the back, and there is a seat left, so ask Yao An to go with him.

"No, I have to rush to buy cat food." Yao An rebuffed, "That beast will gnaw at the foot of my bed."

After chatting for a few words, everyone stopped persuading him, and they were used to him. Pang Sheng said goodbye to him, and led the social animals to spend the weekend.

After taking the bus to the subway and getting off the elevator, Yao An found an extra ice cream vending machine.

He exchanged the coins, put the cone shell under the machine, filled the vanilla-flavored ice cream, licked his mouth, it was so sweet that he wanted to throw it away.

It is estimated that the last train was full of people, but this train is still relatively empty. Yao An walked in, holding an ice cream to the less crowded connection belt, and was stopped by an ambush ground crew within two steps.

The other party seemed to be waiting for a rabbit, with bright eyes: "Sir, ice cream is not allowed in the subway, and offenders will be fined 50."

"..."

Yao An thought that the purpose of setting up a vending machine was to earn some extra money. He ate the ice cream in two or three mouthfuls, and paid for the money while chattering. There were only the coins left just now. He asked, "Can you scan the code?"

Yao An didn't grab an empty seat when the subway was approaching the station. After receiving the warning "No leaning at the junction" provided by the ground staff, he moved to the side where the door was not opened.A bird's-eye view of the city at night is posted inside the railway, resplendent and dazzling, giving the illusion of birds to most people who cannot reach that height.

He turned his back on his back, threw his bag at his feet, took out his tablet and swipe up the real questions for the mid-level rehabilitation therapist exam next week. You have to have worked in this industry for many years before you can take the exam. , Yao An didn't want to be idle.

After finishing the multiple-choice questions, he felt like he was dreaming of going back to school. It didn't take long, but some things really couldn't stand the review, otherwise the muscles and brain would be involved. In such a trance, he sat past the stop.

He didn't bother to curse with bad words, so Yao An picked up his things and got out of the car to wait for another trip. After clicking into the backstage of the official account of the recovery room, a new message appeared.

"So these soothing moves have to be done on a yoga mat? What if you don't?"

Yao An selected the comments, and replied: "It's also fine on the bed, there's not much difference."

The other side returned very quickly: "Why not big, my bed is very soft."

Yao An said: "My bed is also very soft, I can do it."

"Then take a few demonstrations."

Yao An tapped twice on the back of the screen: "It's the same as the sample picture."

"People are different, I want to see you do it." The other party said.

"..." Yao An recalled the slim beauty in the picture, and said, "Forget it, I'm not that seductive."

The arrows on the ground flashed, and Yao An walked in. The pull rings and the ground in this column were all pink, and there were people taking pictures on them. Yao An took the time to avoid the crowd. This netizen named Bisous might be really boring. , almost every article has his comments, whether it is about back pain, headache or knee pain, and he often digresses, like just now.

But Yao An himself didn't "chat" anywhere, otherwise, why would he reply to every message, and even habitually go to the backstage to check the latest messages.

The reminder of the arrival at the station ahead sounded, Yao An glanced at the tablet, but the other party did not reply.

Before going home, I took a detour and walked to the nearby commercial street. There is a pet shop that is comparable to an art corridor. The beauty room and medical room have everything you need. Site, sure enough, the other party came here with a tablet computer, and started to introduce washing, cutting and blowing after asking him about cats. Yao An had no choice but to interrupt: "I just want to buy a bag of food."

"Our cat food is imported from Japan, the United States, and Canada. The ingredients include cassava, chicken, and salmon. If you spend over [-] yuan, you will get a free nail clipping service." Fang Fang said enthusiastically.

Yao An nodded and said, "Bring me the cheapest one."

He walked out despite the waiter's whispering, carrying a bag of food that cost at least three figures, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a qualified slave.

Before turning on the light at the entrance, a pair of blue eyes were waiting for him on the shoe cabinet every day, like two laser lights, Yao An should have been numb long ago, and waved on the cat's head to switch on the light to change his shoes.

He sniffed the shoes before he finished changing them, immediately frowned, glanced into the living room, and became angry.

"Look at what you've done!" Before the cat slipped away, he grabbed the nape of its neck and lifted it to the side of the litter box. Is the big beach cat litter for display?"

The cat was forced to look at his handwriting with his head held down by him, and it writhed and barked in dissatisfaction. Yao An had to get it cured today: "Sure, be more civilized in the future, go here—" Yao An held it in his hand She swayed on the basin, and faced herself again, "Understood?"

The cat impatiently raised its paw to scratch his nose, Yao An narrowly avoided it, and suddenly felt that the nail clipping service was not so unnecessary.

Putting the cat away, he added newly bought food to the food bowl, the cat buried a few mouthfuls and yelled at him dissatisfied.

"Just let it go." Yao An began to undress after cleaning up, "I'll serve you a good meal tomorrow."

His cat is different from other cats. Perhaps it is a habit developed in Anding Village. They are not picky about what they eat, but they must be on the table.However, Yao An has been preparing for exams and working recently, so he basically relies on takeaway.

The button was unbuttoned, Yao An took it off and threw it into the washing machine, opened the door and went into the bathroom, after a while a small shadow appeared under the frosted glass door, as if watching the wind, Yao An kicked through the door, the shadow It's gone.

The foam got into the eyes, and Yao An let the water wash over it. At first they buried the mother cat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the kitten cried all night. The next day, Yao An bought a portable cage and took it away.Grandma refused at first, saying it was inconvenient for him to keep him, but Yao An was very persistent, so the cat followed him, first hid in the closet and fought guerrilla with the dormitory manager, and then went to the rental house to turn around and sing, back and forth, almost five years.

After turning on the steam in the room, the exhaust fan was still whining, Yao An came out shirtless, rubbed his hair a few times, picked up the cigarette case from the tea table, poured out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

A layer of wooden boards was laid under the anti-theft net outside the window, and several pots of flowers and plants were placed.Yao An twirled the cigarette, spit out a puff to dizzy the night, scooped out a spoonful of rice washing water from the bucket next to it, and poured them one by one. Instead of looking at the openings that were contending for beauty, his eyes fell on the nearest pot of dark green, lifeless Signs of mid-spring on pomegranate flowers.

He had only seen it open the best time, in those hands.