A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo didn't eat any of the granules, capsules, sugar-coated tablets, and the medicine box with ghostly symbols written on it was casually thrown on the coffee table.

There was another knock on the door in the morning, but he pretended to be asleep and heard it.

In the morning, the nurse called to say that the old lady was in stable condition and asked him to go back on Tuesday.

Right now, I really can't sleep with me, and it's difficult to go to work.

He didn't take antipyretics and didn't find the old lady's medicine box, so Jing Zhuo slept on the bedside and played with his mobile phone for a while, and didn't get out of bed until noon.

Yesterday I was mainly dizzy and sleepy, but today I woke up feeling uncomfortable and in pain.

Sore throat, sinus pain, headache, sore limbs...

Stomach hurts too, I don't know if Cheng Luo's porridge from yesterday was poisoned.

Lying at home is quite boring, so I can only browse Moments and watch Tian Shilong sell various things in Moments.

A Doraemon: Free trial of e-cigarettes.

A Doraemon: Excavator rental, master contact number: XXXXXX.

A Doraemon: The new ice machine has rich flavors, and the second one is half price.

It was so boring, Jing Zhuo sent him a message to correct: Doraemon

"I know!" Tian Shilong sent a voice with DJ Tu Hei's BGM, "Wechat business, you have to put your name on the front row of your friends list, right?"

It seems reasonable and wise.

When Jing Zhuo was speechless, a small red dot suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the puppet cat's head.

Cheng: take medicine

Cheng: Do you still have a fever?

Jing Zhuo left him alone for a while, and then replied "Well, no".

Cheng Luo's last sentence last night made me a little annoyed by the head of the puppet cat now.

I can't tell what it feels like, the small disappointment at that time was fleeting, and later it was more of self-love and the embarrassment of being rejected from close relationships, as well as anger from embarrassment.

Jing Zhuo vowed that he would never get feedback from others who didn't even know whether it was true or not, and would return it with true feelings.

I was so confused last night that I forgot that Cheng Luo was an annoying person.

Walking around the house unhappily, Jing Zhuo feels that the symptoms have not alleviated at all today.

But he hadn't taken the medicine Cheng Luo gave him, and just looking at it made him feel sick and sick.

Just as he picked up his phone and was about to order medicine, the door rang again.

Jing Zhuo paused, and wanted to continue pretending not to hear, but suddenly his throat was itchy, and he coughed earth-shatteringly.

Cheng Luo waited for his cough to subside before knocking on the door again: "Open the door, the severe coma should wake up from the cough."

With a new level of embarrassment that was exposed, Jing Zhuo got off the bed angrily and walked to the door.

Before opening the door, he looked at himself to make sure he had clothes on.

Cheng Luo was wearing pajamas, holding a small cup, and strolled in as if entering his own house while drinking tea: "Is it still burning?"

"I don't know." Jing Zhuo couldn't help complaining, "Your veteran cadre came to inspect?"

Cheng Luo smiled, the alienation and strangeness at the end of last night was completely gone from his face.

Like this broken county, this person is also quite divided.

"Not going to work?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"Off duty." Cheng Luo said, "Don't waste time."

"Thinking too much." Jing Zhuo hooked the corners of his mouth, and the joy of revenge rose in his heart, "I mean, you are busy looking for something, so you don't need to hang around here."

Cheng Luo pretended not to hear it: "Maybe you have to hang around until you are completely healed."

"Worth one and a half favors?" Jing Zhuo felt that it was very naive and mentally retarded to say that, like a child, I lent you [-] cents and you gave me half a dollar, but now seeing Cheng Luo was very upset, and wanted to choke him very much.

"Let's have one." Cheng Luo didn't care, for his face is the best shield.

"Come here and take the medicine." He sat on the sofa, picked up the medicine bag, shook it, and patted the place beside him.

Jing Zhuo didn't sit where he was taking the picture, and bypassed him to sit on the single sofa far away from the coffee table.

"Come here and let me try." Cheng Luo washed the pellets and hooked his hands at him.

Those who obediently passed by were kittens and puppies, Jing Zhuo turned his head and ignored him.

Cheng Luo didn't insist, got up and sat down here, supported the back of his head and pushed it forward.

Jing Zhuo was somewhat frightened, he shrugged his shoulders suddenly, and the two foreheads knocked together with a "dong".

Does it sound good? It sounds good!

Jing Zhuo held his breath, looking down at the tip of Cheng Luo's nose.

The other party's warm breath brushed his face, and at this moment he wanted to pinch Cheng Luo's nose.

My mind was in a mess, and my thoughts had already flown to the sky. Right now, it was just forehead to forehead, but there was an indescribable subtle atmosphere.

It's strange, I didn't feel this way when I was at a negative distance, but when I put my forehead on it, I became more innocent.

"Almost retreated." After a while, Cheng Luo let go of him slowly, "What kind of magical self-healing ability is this?"

Jing Zhuo shrank back, blowing the hair off his forehead, without saying a word.

Cheng Luo looked at him and smiled, Shao's mood didn't look very beautiful today, his small expression was about to catch up with An Wei's.

Because of what, he didn't think about it any further, he was too tired to think about it.

Except for cooking, he finds it bothersome, and he doesn't think about things that he can't perceive at once. He is tired enough from normal work, and there is no need to toss his brain cells when he has nothing to do.

But the problem is that his perception is too sharp.

So if you want to understand, you can understand, if you want to be confused, you can be confused, it all depends on your mood.

Cheng Luo drank half a cup of tea: "Spoon, accompany me to the vegetable market."

Jing Zhuo turned his head and stared for a while in disbelief: "...Do I have a fever or do you have a fever?"

"Go out to get some fresh air, it's not good to be bored all the time." Cheng Luo said, "Have you ever been to the vegetable market here?"

"……No."

"Then I'll show you around." Cheng Luo stood up.

Jing Zhuo has never been to the vegetable market, a word that has appeared in textbooks in the form of pinyin since kindergarten.

Occasionally, I saw it through the car window a few times. The farmer's trade in Tianjiabu, Sunjiazhuang, Wangjiacun.

Jing Zhuo's car was still in the parking lot of the hospital, Cheng Luo got into the elevator and pressed the first floor, not intending to go to the parking lot.

"Very close?" Jing Zhuo recalled. Although he was not familiar with the Second County Medical District, the newly built community was surrounded by areas similar to development zones in the past two years, with shops and shops similar to those in the city. Construction, it is impossible for a market to pop up out of nowhere.

"Let's drive for 10 minutes." Cheng Luo looked at the floor on the display board.

Jing Zhuo found that he could never figure out his non-human thinking: "Are there any nearby shopping malls, supermarkets, and convenience stores that you fancy?"

"The ingredients are stale and soulless." Cheng Luo said seriously.

"Your culinary skills are ashamed to pursue fresh ingredients?" Jing Zhuo was shocked, "You are the soul extractor, right?"

With obsessive confidence in cooking skills and the supreme pursuit of fresh ingredients, the two got on the electric car heading to the vegetable market.

"If I remember correctly," Jing Zhuo gripped the bottom of the car seat, "There is a means of transportation called a taxi."

"I can't get in the car, but I can still put things on this one." Cheng Luo beeped the horn, "Sit still."

In the dry and cold noon of late autumn in the north, a small yellow electric car drove two men under the warm sun to the vegetable market selling souls.

The picture seems to be quite beautiful and peaceful, except for the effect of electric cars and motorcycles.

"Ride slower!" Jing Zhuo took a mouthful of wind as soon as he opened his mouth, his nose was breathed by the cold wind like this, and it was quite comfortable.

It might also be because of Cheng Luo's riding style.

"If you ride slowly, you will crooked!" Cheng Luo's voice blew into his ears along the wind.

The car entered a vent, and Jing Zhuo was almost blown off by the wind.

Cheng Luo probably felt that the center of gravity in the back seat was not stable, so he pointed a finger at his waist.

"Don't use one hand!" Jing Zhuo shouted with difficulty.

"What?" The wind was so strong that Cheng Luo couldn't hear clearly, and pointed to his waist again.

For the safety of himself and others, Sanhao citizen Jing Zhuo generously went to justice, stretched out his arms tremblingly, and wrapped them around Cheng Luo's waist.

Said Huan is just Huan, with his arms wrapped around his waist, without any intention of hugging him.

"Where are you going to play with the ring?" Cheng Luo once again freed up a hand under Jing Zhuo's terrified gaze, grabbed his hand and pulled it forward, pressing it tightly on his waist.

The car fluttered all the way, so fast that it was about to fly, almost becoming a magnetic levitation electric car.

Jing Zhuo had long forgotten what it was like to ride a roller coaster in an amusement park in his class when he was a child, but the moment he got off the Chengluo electric car, he was sure that the shadow of this terrifying experience would accompany him throughout his life.

The instigator had no intention of being responsible at all, and pulled Jing Zhuo's disheveled hair even more messily after getting off the car.

One is pushing an electric car and the other is following behind the car. There are quite a few people shopping for vegetables at noon. If you walk on the straight road to avoid people, you can turn [-] turns.

This is the first time Jing Zhuo entered the market, this mysterious place is really... ordinary.

But it's different from what he saw in the TV series. There are no stalls on the ground, and the merchants are in a good order. There are shops for each person, and there are things inside and outside the shop, which is neither a shop nor a stall.

The main force of consumption is grandpa and aunt, as well as children sent by their parents.

Cheng Luo seemed out of place here, a tall, tall and handsome young man, shuttling among vegetables, chickens, ducks, beef, mutton, pork, tofu, mushrooms, chickens and ducks.

"San Tang Tangerine costs eight yuan and three catties are not sweet, no money—"

"Summer ice silk mat manufacturers off-season clearance, touch and have a look—"

"Live chickens are killed now, ducks and geese—"

The market is very noisy, with cries, chatter, price bargaining, and every sound has the same style as a quarrel. In addition, there are various movements that are not human voices, such as chickens and ducks crowing.

"What do you want to eat?" Amidst the noise, Cheng Luo approached Jing Zhuo and asked.

Jing Zhuo didn't want what he wanted to eat to become an indelible nightmare: "Do you still have to cook at noon?"

"I said that I will hang around with you until you recover." Cheng Luo walked slowly.

"I'm fine." Jing Zhuo said, "I can't be better. If you really want to hang around, can we hang out and eat some human food?"

"Too much hidden salt, strong taste, you still have a cold, the stomach is fragile, stomach flu..."

"Yes." Jing Zhuo couldn't help laughing, thinking it was ironic that Cheng Luo, a gastroenterology doctor, likes to cook stomach-killing weapons.

Following him to a shop, an aunt came out wiping her hands: "Young man hasn't come for more than half a month!"

"Too busy at work." Cheng Luo smiled, "Pick out two boxes of hazel mushrooms, thank you aunt."

Not only this one shop, any shop owner passing by can call Cheng Luo, and several of them call doctors, who have been his patients.

Shuttle among the dazzling ingredients, Dr. Cheng's electric cart was full of things, and there were several bags hanging from the handlebar.

Jing Zhuo's trip this time is really purely for breathing, he can't get involved in grocery shopping, and he doesn't need to carry vegetables.

But the county is so small and the market is so big, you can always meet someone you know.

"Shanzi!" A thunderous roar filled with excitement, "Brother!"