Epigenetic

Grandma was cooking when I came in.My brother came back too, standing by the stove drinking water with his wet hair on his head.

Seeing Zhu Weixing's appearance clearly, grandma stopped the spatula in her hand.Zhu Weichen shook his crippled hand, and most of the water was spilled.

"Oh..." My brother stared wide-eyed as if he had something to say, and went to see grandma anxiously, rubbing his feet on the floor, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

Zhu Weixing saw it, changed into his slippers as if nothing had happened, walked over and put the noodles in his hand on the table.

Without waiting for them to ask questions, Zhu Weixing downplayed it: "The street lights in the wasteland are a bit dim. When I came back, I tripped over a stone and scratched my skin a little. It's nothing."

After finishing speaking, without looking at the expressions of the two of them, he took a change of clothes and quickly walked into the bathroom.

A half-person-high mirror was pasted behind the door, and under the dim light, Zhu Weixing looked at the person in the mirror, even more embarrassed than he thought.Dirty clothes and broken skin on the calf are nothing, but the scariest thing is the neck. The bright red fingerprints on the already fair skin are strangled around the neck like five shackles, and it will not disappear within a few days.

Fortunately, grandma and the others didn't see it, Zhu Weixing thought.

I found a T-shirt with a collar and buttoned it to the top when I finished washing.Zhu Weixing would also wear it like this before, but now it doesn't look abrupt, barely covering the bruises.

The food has been arranged neatly, as soon as Zhu Weixing sat down, Zhu Weichen's eyes followed him.

"Eat," grandma clasped the bowl, motioning for Zhu Weichen, who was staring at his younger brother in a daze, to pick up vegetables.

Today's dish is a plate of braised chicken, Zhu Weichen's chopsticks circled around the edge of the plate, and finally caught two pieces of chicken feet and a piece of chicken neck.

Just when he was about to squat in the corner to eat as usual, someone picked up a big chicken leg and put it in Zhu Weichen's bowl.

I wish Weichen a stay.

Grandma was also surprised, and raised her eyelids to look at Zhu Weixing who remained expressionless.

Zhu Weixing was eating green vegetables: "There is fat on the chicken legs, I don't have an appetite after seeing it."

Zhu Weichen glanced at the slightly thin legs, didn't understand, but heard grandma say: "Hurry up and eat, don't walk around, just sit here."

Zhu Weichen raised half of her buttocks, and when she heard this, she froze and sat back obediently.

My brother's eating posture is very unattractive, even a little rude, and he likes to smack his mouth.But Zhu Weichen didn't pay him much attention from the beginning to the end, he lowered his head to deal with the two plates of vegetarian dishes, and successfully finished the first meal for the three of them at the same table since they were discharged from the hospital.

When washing the dishes, Zhu Weichen preempted him. He was no longer avoiding Zhu Weixing like a snake, but his manner was still tense and full of unnaturalness.

I wish MSI didn't argue with him and went back to the room.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see that the opposite window is on, and the owner should be at home.Zhu Weixing walked over and put down the curtains without looking sideways, checked and wiped the flute case and flute carefully, turned on the computer, selected two flute etudes and played them at a low volume, and listened to the tunes while reading professional books.

After a while, Zhu Weichen also came in, still tiptoeing, lighted the mosquito coils, and went to bed tiptoely.

Zhu Weixing didn't look back, and let her brother rustle behind her back for a long time and fell asleep.

Around ten o'clock, Zhu Weixing closed the book, turned off the light and went to bed, and found that a tube of aureomycin had been placed beside her pillow.The tube is shrunken and a bit old, as if it has been used a few times.

Looking at Zhu Weichen whose back was turned to her, Zhu Weixing climbed onto the upper bunk, carefully rolled up her trouser legs, squeezed out a little chlortetracycline ointment and applied it to the wound.The taste is really bad, especially dry and greasy in summer.But Zhu Weixing didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she squeezed some more and rubbed it on the injured part of her neck, kneading it properly before lying down.

He put the chlortetracycline ointment back on the pillow, and in the summer night, with the sound of cicadas, Zhu Weixing closed his eyes.

The harsh treatment he received during the day did not leave any ripples on his heart.Jiang Yi hated him, Zhu Weixing was surprised but not unacceptable, let alone sad.Instead, working hard to learn knowledge and gaining part of his family's approval satisfied his spiritual life. He felt that this day was very fulfilling and rewarding.

Tomorrow is also a day to live seriously, Zhu MSI said to himself.

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But the next day Zhu Weixing got up late, his mind didn't want to care about Jiang Yi, but his body was affected by the other party, his whole body was sore, he almost thumped and couldn't sit up.

Zhu Weichen has already left the house, and grandma has finished the housework, left a bowl of green vegetable noodles for Weixing, and went back to the room to fold the paper money.

Zhu Weixing took a look at the neck in front of the mirror, and the color of the handprint became more terrifying than last night, almost even the opponent's fingerprints were printed on the skin.Adjusting the neckline to block it, Zhu Weixing came to the corridor to do stretching.

Looking up, I saw a person standing in the aisle of Building No. [-] opposite, who seemed to be the boy wearing glasses who was sitting next to Lan Mao in front of the soup dumpling stall last time.His gentle and gentle demeanor and temperament are completely different from those of the little bandit gang, so I don't know how to play together.

He was not as hostile towards him as the others, and he noticed Zhu Weixing's gaze at this moment, and smiled friendly in return.After receiving Zhu Weixing's polite nod, the other party opened the door of Jiang's house and walked in familiarly.

Zhu Weixing continued to exercise, and saw that the door of their building 405 was also opened. The girl I met last night came out with a schoolbag on her back, her eyes were slightly swollen, and she went downstairs without saying hello to Zhu Weixing.

The old lady with the bun was also there, half hidden behind the door, staring at the girl leaving, and then at Zhu Weixing, looking mean and sinister.

Zhu MSI didn't say anything, and went back to have breakfast.

The green vegetable noodles were a bit swollen, Zhu Weixing finished eating without disgust, washed the dishes, and cleaned the stove.

When returning to the room, grandma said, "Aunt Jiao will go to the hospital with you later."

Grandma made the arrangements and wished MSI not to disobey: "Okay."

Going back to the bedroom to get the money, a low shout suddenly came from the quiet room.

"How did you get in?"

There is only MSI in the room, so naturally he is not talking to himself, but the opposite.A few days ago, Zhu Weixing might not be able to tell who was speaking, but after the close communication last night, Zhu Weixing could not forget the voice for the time being.

It was Jiang Yi again.

The curtains were rolled up, so that Zhu Weixing would have a clear view of the small window, but he didn't look up, and he had no intention or interest to meddle in other people's business.

But he didn't want to see and hear.

"I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I saw that the door was unlocked, so I came in." The male voice who answered was gentle and seemed to have a particularly good temper. He was not angry at Jiang Yi's questioning, and was even flattering, "I am Didn't it wake you up? I brought you breakfast, and if you don't want to eat it now, I'll put it in the living room first, and you can sleep for a while."

Jiang Yi's reply was silence, I don't know if he fell asleep again or was too lazy to answer.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Jiang Yi asked again a minute later.The voice is hoarse and lazy, if it is not mixed with so much impatience, it will sound better.

The boy was helpless and a little aggrieved, "You need to eat the small wontons earlier, as they will become mushy if you leave them for a long time. Besides, Alai said that you have several reports that you haven't handed in, and the time is almost up, let me help you, I just want to wait for you to wake up It's..."

"No need." Jiang Yi resolutely refused.

Zhu Weixing didn't listen, turned to the medical records and left the room.

Before he left, he couldn't help but glanced over there, the target was not Jiang Yi, but the boy with glasses.Some wondered why some people still persisted after being treated so unkindly. How much favor did they owe Jiang Yi?After thinking about it again, Zhu Liangliang in the past also knew that others didn't like it and still insisted on it, so she immediately gave up her wild thoughts.

However, this little bandit treats everyone equally, and doesn't make a difference just because the other party is a friend. He attacks indiscriminately, and his temper is too bad.

After going to the hospital with Aunt Jiao, I found that the director still remembered me.The other party looked at his examination report and asked, "Is there any progress in memory?"

Zhu Weixing then told about the dream she had, and of course omitted the last part of running around at the neighbor's house.

The director pondered, saying that returning to a familiar environment probably stimulated Zhu Weixing's past memories, or walking around many scenes in dreams would be more helpful for recovery.

"Are you coming back for a follow-up visit next month?" Aunt Jiao asked, "We live quite close together, so it's safe to come for more checkups."

"CT can't be done often, it's good to come every three months." The doctor smiled, looking at the address on the medical record card, "Do you live in Antelope?"

"Yeah, it's only three stops away by car." Aunt Jiao said, it's nothing unusual for Director Li to know this alley. It's located in a golden business district surrounded by so many landmark buildings. There are not many alleys left in U City. Jia is the most ugly, and many tourists often come to visit it out of curiosity.

Director Li said: "I know because a few years ago... I had a patient who also lived there."

"Who is it?" Aunt Jiao was curious, there were decades-old neighbors in the antelope, and she probably knew them all.

Director Li shouldn't have said his name, but after thinking about it for a while, he sighed and said, "It's a kid named Meng, about the same age as Xiao Zhu..."

Aunt Jiao immediately understood: "It's Xiaomeng! So Director Li is Xiaomeng's doctor? What a coincidence. Alas, their family is very poor, and Xiaomeng is also good. It's a pity to encounter such a thing."

Director Li didn't want to talk about the patient's privacy, and told MSI a few words before letting them go back.

When leaving the hospital, Zhu Weixing saw the familiar row of phoenix orchids downstairs in the hospital. It was strange that he didn't miss the days in the hospital at all, but he was inexplicably thinking about these phoenix orchids, probably because he re-rooted with himself alive.Now seeing them growing lush and fragrant, Zhu Weixing feels very relieved.

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Jiang Yi: Excuse me!

Zhu MSI: Who are you?