I make your medicine

The old car was scrapped, and the new car is still going through the formalities. Li Che's driver career ushered in a short period of unemployment.

Tang Ren got off the bus and bought two catties of oranges from a fruit store at the door that was yelling for discounts. He smelled a sweet, sour, salty fish smell as soon as he entered the stairwell.He opened the door, and a stronger smell hit his nostrils.

Li Che poked his head out of the kitchen with the red apron that he bought as a gift for laundry detergent: "Are you back? Is it cold?"

Tang Ren's chest shrank suddenly, and the movement of taking off his shoes slowed down. The body that was still warm from the cold wind was instantly swept by the heat.

He looked up at the boss who rolled up his sleeves and had water hanging on his fingers, and shook his head: "It's not cold." Seeing that the gauze on Li Che's left arm had been replaced with a simple wound patch, he asked, "Did you change the dressing?"

"Well, it's changed, and the stitches can be removed on weekends."

Tang Ren approached and put the orange aside, took out a piece of paper and lightly grasped Li Che's left wrist, and lowered his eyes without looking at him, "Beware of getting wet."

Li Che was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." He looked at the big red hands on his wrists, and said with a smile, "Why are your hands so cold when you're not cold?"

Tang Ren pursed his lips, threw the wet tissue into the trash can, and changed the subject: "Cooking so late?" He just got off work, and it's almost ten o'clock now.

"It's my kid's birthday, let's celebrate." Li Che raised his chin towards the desk: "There is a small gift."

Tang Ren followed his gaze unexpectedly, it was a dark and simple paper bag, the size of a book was square.

After finishing speaking, Li Che went back to the kitchen and brought the fish that was almost ready to the table. It was indeed a bit late, and he only cooked three dishes to set off the meaning of the gift. After all, looking at him, he didn't seem to remember that today was NO. .15.

Tang Ren really didn't remember that it had been his birthday for many years, and the day No.15 had lost the value and significance of a separate memory for him. This was the first time in ten years that someone celebrated his birthday.

He walked to the desk and opened the square box in the paper bag. It was a low-key and exquisite black pen, with a bottle of well-designed ink attached to it.The body of the fountain pen is only engraved with the golden brand logo, and the rest is black without impurities.

There is also a small card in the box: "Happy Birthday."

Li Che's handwriting is completely different from his own. His demeanor has always been calm and casual, and on certain occasions he will be restrained and appropriate, but Tang Ren can actually see some fierceness in his handwriting. Straight, but the hooks and corners are sharp and sharp. In just four words, I thought it was a declaration of war without reading the content. The momentum was reckless and hard, revealing an arrogance that cannot be ignored.

Looks good, much better than his crazy grass.

Tang Ren rubbed the card carefully and smiled.

He walked to the kitchen and looked at Li Che who was cooking. His deep voice pierced through the noise of the stove: "Thank you."

Li Che tilted his head to look at him, "You're welcome."

Tang Ren stood at the door like a door god, watching Li Che's strong arm control the vegetable shovel, skillfully shaking the spoon from time to time, he stepped forward to hold the handle of the pot in two steps, Li Che looked at him suspiciously, Tang Ren frowned and said seriously: "Your hand is not healed yet, don't force yourself, let me do it."

Boss Li didn't dare to laugh too much, so he let it go happily. He leaned against the stove on one side and watched him pick up the vegetables, and said, "I didn't think what would be suitable as a gift, so I bought a pen. I always thought it would be wrong to give you a workbook." Too fastidious."

He really thought about buying a set of newly published exercise books. This person sat at the table every night and studied the questions until midnight. It seemed that the sea of ​​questions was the only thing that could suit his taste, but no matter how Li Che thought about it, he couldn't Feel awkward.

Tang Ren chuckled: "The pen is pretty good, I like it very much."

Boss Li was confused by his laughter, and touched his mandible with one finger.

The kid seems to be laughing a lot recently.

"nice! You love it."

Tang Ren looked at him, and stretched out his hand to hold him directly in his arms. The distance between the two was extremely close. Li Che was stunned on the spot. Tang Ren seemed to have never expected to be so close. His expression was blank for a moment, and then he dodged his eyes. Pulling out a plate from the side, he whispered, "Take a plate."

Li Che turned his head to one side and cleared his throat, then looked at Tang Ren's stained earlobes, and silently raised the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, he is old and thick-skinned, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing if it turned red.

The last dish was ready, and the two sat at the table. Tang Ren looked at the two plates of fish. The heat in his chest reached his throat, making his cheeks sour.

It has been ten years, but he never expected that someone would cook fish for him on this day.

Li Che: "I don't know what flavor you like, try the ones in the sea and the river."

In the morning, he was not doing his job at work. He watched the hundred ways to eat fish for half an hour. After work in the afternoon, he went to buy a piece of mandarin fish and a piece of high-quality silver cod. He tried the hundred ways and made two of them today.

Tang Ren squeezed the chopsticks, gritted his teeth to suppress the sourness, and said solemnly: "Thank you."

Li Che looked at his expression, resisted the urge to touch his head, and responded sincerely: "Happy birthday."

Shouxing bent his lips and smiled: "Well, happy birthday."

"Let's eat." Li Che waited for him to take away the first piece of fish, and also tasted his own cooking.

It's okay, there is no rollover, it's still passable.

"If you are injured, you can't eat sea fish." Tang Ren stared straight at the fried cod that Tang Ren just mentioned on his lips, and added: "Cod is a sea fish."

He knew cod was a sea fish.Li Che put down the fish helplessly, and chuckled indulgently: "You are too strict."

"The wounds on the limbs heal slowly." Tang Ren turned a deaf ear and was very principled.

"Then what else can't be eaten? I'll also pay attention to it during lunch." Li Che honestly ate the squirrel fish with a serious questioning appearance.

"Chili can't be eaten, and seafood, onion, ginger, and garlic are also not allowed." Tang Ren simply made a list for him, and then said, "Actually, you shouldn't take a bath." But the boss has good hygiene habits, and he washes it almost once a day. Find a suitable moment to stop it, but the doctor didn't say anything when changing the medicine, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Why are you so clear?" Boss Li asked the question from the bottom of his heart, and Tang Ren answered without hesitation: "Check it out."

Tang Ren: "..."

He paused with the hand holding the fish, looked at the smiling face of the boss, and refused to say another word.

In the middle of the night, Tang Ren took a new pen and traced three pages of copybooks. Every stroke was done carefully. The pen felt very good in the hand. His plastic pen with four replacement refills for ten yuan was almost incomparable with this one.After finishing the last page, he flipped through the completed copybook and wrote two lines of poems by himself without following the traces.

Little progress has been made.

He frowned and closed the pen, not in a very high mood.Yu Guangli was the small card he put on the side of the book stand. He took it, printed the card on the blank space of the sulfuric acid paper, and traced the four frivolous and flamboyant characters one by one. After tracing, he looked at it. , and find a blank space to trace again.

The happiest birthday in so many years made Tang Ren a little sleepless. He sat under the desk lamp and traced the boss's words vividly until 12:30 before he became sleepy.

Before going to bed, he was lying on the bed still thinking about the birthday present for his boss.

Tang Ren thought about it for four days, and finally bought a lighter that was a bit expensive for him.

Li Che has been suffocated by the one cigarette a day rule for the past few days. The stitches were removed yesterday, and he tasted two of his favorite brands on the balcony before entering the house. This is still the amount he allowed.For a moment, Tang Ren couldn't help but reflect on whether he was really too strict, so he thought of lighters.

Li Che's lighters are all plastic machines in the supermarket that cost two yuan and five colors to choose from. Taking advantage of his spare time, he went to a nearby high-end shopping mall to buy a low-key metal lighter, which is heavy and high-end that can be seen with the naked eye.

During the day, Tang Ren had to work, and Li Che was invited out for a drink by Huang Mingfeng.

The guests in the barbecue restaurant were eating in full swing, and the punching at the table next door had already entered a feverish stage, and the diners around couldn't help but turn their heads to watch.

"...Twenty skewers of mutton, twenty skewers of ribs, and six bottles of beer." Huang Mingfeng kicked Li Che rudely under the table, "What do you want?"

While replying to Tang Ren's message, Li Che said, "Change the mutton skewers to ten skewers, three bottles of beer, and half of the others should not be spicy."

Officer Huang raised his eyebrows: "Are you pregnant?"

Boss Li smiled: "Twins."

"Tsk, what's going on? What are you doing out there if you don't want to drink?" Huang Mingfeng kicked him again, feeling that this person was acting a little suddenly.

He took a sip of lemonade: "The stitches have just been removed from the wound."

Huang Mingfeng looked at him unexpectedly, turned to the waiter who hadn't left yet, and said, "Don't want to be spicy, replace lamb with beef, and don't want beer."

The waiter turned and left after repeating the menu to confirm that it was correct.

"What's the matter? Did you die?" Huang Mingfeng frowned, probably because of his professional needs. Frowning all the year round caused a deep mark between his brows, and he looked a little more bluffing than the youthful youth in high school.

"The car accident, the glass blew up." Li Che and his friends didn't play it lightly, and said they were very serious when they were very serious.

"You have a car accident with this skill? Where did you get hurt?" Officer Huang couldn't believe it, and scanned the brother up and down again. As far as he could see, he was still so handsome that no trace of time could be seen, and he looked like a human.

"Arm, seven cars collided in a row on Huiyuan Expressway, and I was one of them."

Li Che crossed his legs calmly, and he couldn't see the trembling of his absent-minded hands when he got out of the car after narrowly escaped death.

On the highway, he was driving in the fast lane, almost at a speed of [-] per hour, and was passing a car in the slow lane side by side, but the incident happened so suddenly that the car in front of him in the distance rolled over and flew away without warning, like a small Like a beetle, he lay across the middle of the road directly after the loud noise. Even if he stepped on the brakes, the distance was not enough for him to brake successfully. There was a panicked car next to it that almost fell into the ditch. In desperation, he accelerated directly. When he hit the isolation belt, a piece of iron pierced the car window, and when he instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, broken glass pierced his left arm.

Listening to this thrilling description, Huang Mingfeng frowned and almost killed flying insects.

"You hurt an arm so seriously?" He took a sip of water and stretched out his hand: "Let me see."

Li Che waved his hand, "Okay, I didn't sew a few stitches."

Huang Mingfeng stared at him and thought to himself, after a long while, he said "Tsk", "No, why are you so pretentious after you have all the stitches removed?"

When there were fights in high school back then, the famous Li Che in No. 27 was so red on the head, and he still drank and went to Internet cafes as usual at night, Huang Mingfeng didn't believe that he was too old to spare his life.

"Tighten it up, don't let it go." Li Che lifted the water glass to hide the warm smile from the corner of his mouth, clearly enjoying it.

"Damn, are you here?" Huang Mingfeng pursed his lips speechlessly, looked him up and down, and couldn't help gossip again: "Are you in love? It's done?"

Li Che put down his glass: "Not yet, almost."

Police officer Huang looked at the brother he had known for many years miraculously: "Is there a chance to open our eyes? Let me see what kind of monsters and ghosts can make you laugh like this."

To be honest, when talking about Qin Yang back then, Li Che never laughed like that.

Thinking of Qin Yang, Huang Mingfeng was startled.Li Che has not passed the curse that cannot last forever in youth.

"I'll talk about it when I have a chance." If Li Che had a tail, he would probably be wagging it leisurely at this moment. He felt so happy, he hadn't been this happy for many years.

After eating this barbecue, as soon as Li Che entered the house, he saw Tang Ren sitting on the sofa in the living room with a cake box in front of him.

It's an appointment, come back to eat cake after dinner.

He entered the room with a smell of barbecue, Tang Ren sat still, opened the box and took out the mousse cake that had just left the refrigerator, pushed another bag over, and whispered, "Happy birthday."

Li Che took the bag, was stunned when he saw the lighter, and asked with a smile, "The ban has been lifted?"

Tang Ren's expression was gloomy, and he looked at the smiling boss with a kind of aggression he had never seen before, until the boss put away his smile involuntarily, and his heart suddenly became agitated.

He said, "Well, it's lifted."

Li Che calmly licked the inside of his teeth, stroked the cold lighter, and sat beside him, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The two were so close to each other that their knees were almost touching. Boss Li wanted to sit on this big sofa. The space next to him was spacious, so Tang Ren didn't move a bit. They shared the mousse cake tacitly like this.

Just after taking a bite, Li Che's cell phone rang to break the silence. He took it out to look, and frowned slightly for a moment.

"mom."

On the other end of the phone, Chen Sumei cried again, and said with a trembling voice, "Lize has been away for half an hour, and he may be looking for you."

Li Che was silent for a moment, today is the anniversary of his grandfather's death, his mother will definitely go to sacrifice, Li Ze originally said that he would go back after the winter solstice, but he couldn't stand his mother's begging on WeChat, so he followed.

Now run again.

"Well, come on, I'll send him to school tomorrow." Li Che didn't think too much, thinking that Li Ze just didn't want to go home, but at this moment, the security door opened, and Li Ze's hair was wet by the snow outside He didn't know whether it was water or tears on his face, he stood at the door, looked at his brother in the room, his voice was terribly hoarse, and he asked, "Today is your birthday?"