I make your medicine

"Then I use this method to figure out why..."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

Tang Ren clicked on the newly received five-second voice, Li Yuan's words were interrupted by Li Ze, his tone seemed not very happy.

Within half a minute, the WeChat interface showed that the voice message had been withdrawn.

Hearing that abrupt and straightforward words, Tang Ren was sure that Lize's brain probably didn't have any curvature.

Li Yuan really went to live in school, and the learning activities at the hot and sour noodle shop at night were naturally cancelled, but he would occasionally send some problems to Tang Ren, and Tang Ren would write a detailed problem-solving process to take pictures when he was free. past.

It is now 10:30 in the evening, and it seems that Li Yuan is asking for help from across the dormitory. The student's roommate, Li Ze, feels neglected and issues extremely dissatisfied questions.

Li Ze: Leave him alone.

Lize: I will tell him.

Tang Ren looked at the news that popped up, and replied coldly.

TR: Whatever you want.

Tool man, Tang Ren didn't expect that one day these three words could be linked to himself.

He got up from the bed. He was in a very poor state tonight, and he couldn't concentrate on the questions. He thought about going to sleep, but he couldn't feel sleepy.

Pushing open the door, Tang Ren stopped in his tracks.

His bedroom door is facing the living room. In the room that should be silent at the moment, Li Che is doing push-ups. He is wearing a half-sleeved sweatshirt. His arm muscles tighten and bulge with his movements. There is a thumb-length pink spot on the forearm of his left hand. scar.

After Li Che finished this set, he bowed his legs hard at the waist and stood up easily. Turning his head, Tang Ren stood blankly at the door.

He was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "I haven't exercised for two weeks, so I'll keep up the results." The sweatshirt was sweat-absorbing and fit close to the body, and the outline of the chest and abdominal muscles did not need to be looked at carefully, as they were brightly rising and falling with breathing.

"Are you studying?"

Li Che thought that Tang Ren didn't have a study plan today, and he couldn't do it in the bedroom, so he came to the living room when he didn't disturb others, and picked up the routines that he had to do in the past.

When he took a shower yesterday, he clearly noticed that the muscles he had maintained for many years were showing signs of disappearing. He is nearly thirty, and he still has a 19-year-old kid in his heart. He has to discipline himself.

Don't seek immortality, at least be strong.

"Don't learn, come out to drink water." Tang Ren stared at him calmly, turned and went into the kitchen.

When he came out again, the boss had already changed a pose on the yoga mat.

He looked at Li Che who was lying on the ground doing abdominal crunches with clearly visible abdominal muscles, and subconsciously touched his stomach.

Gee.

Li Che paused for a while, lying on the ground and tilting his head to look at Tang Ren who was standing beside him, "Do you want to practice too? Together?"

Tang Ren was taken aback for a moment, and the hand touching his belly suddenly clenched the material of the clothes, and nodded calmly: "Well, I'm going to change clothes."

Boss Li watched him enter the room in surprise, sat up straight and couldn't help but say to himself: "I really agree?"

I really agreed. Not only did I agree, but I also practiced very seriously. Li Che learned what Li Che taught him. With so many years of experience, it is not a problem for beginners to get started. He will teach Tang Ren the movements that do not require too many equipment assistance. , although the child is young, he has a very impressive muscle profile. At first glance, he looks like a person with a very good innate foundation. Some movements he thought would be difficult, but Tang Ren did them very easily.

Li Che took a sip of water, looked at Tang Ren's serious eyebrows, and suddenly set up a small heater in his heart.

Has a plan, has a goal, is willing to work hard, and has less nonsense. Even if life is hard, he still has a clarity and cleanliness that many people younger than him do not have. He never does things sloppily, and sometimes he is serious and even a little cute. .

Everything about him fits Li Che's standard line, extremely precise.

Got a treasure.

On the yoga mat, "Bao" gritted his teeth, endured soreness and weakness, and vowed to complete every movement to the extreme. He didn't know that at this moment, his man's desire to win and lose had already broken through the window of his soul, and was interpreted lovingly by the boss as a good quality of hard work .

The price of over-competition is soreness the next day.

Tang Ren sat in front of the dining table, holding a bowl without consciously shaking. He trained his arms too hard last night, and now he was sore every time he moved.

"Arm hurts?" Li Che took out hot milk from the microwave and put it in front of him. Seeing that he was pinching his arm, he smiled softly: "Last night was a bit intense. Come back and jog at night to relieve it, or you will get worse. It hurts more and more."

Tang Ren took a sip of milk and nodded: "Okay." His eyes swept across the boss's biceps, and his eyes were covered with a layer of firmness that could not be hindered by pain, but then he was easily melted by the unbearable gentleness. Smiling, he looked at the grilled mackerel served by the boss, and slowly relaxed the corners of his lips.

Li Che sat opposite, "Try it, it's the first time I'm doing it."

In the past few days, he has developed the 12 ways to eat fish to No.[-]. Most of the latest chapters are Japanese-style grilled fish, which are more suitable for breakfast. It just so happens that Tang Ren joins the ranks of fitness, so he can take this opportunity to add more protein.

So far, except for the children who are not used to eating sashimi, he has not had a car rollover case.

"good to eat."

As long as it was made by Li Che, Tang Ren would never say anything other than "delicious". Last time, he clearly ate the sashimi slowly, but he still ate the whole plate, saying yes eat.

The person's verbal feedback is worthless.

Li Che fumbled for his expression and eyes, and had already summed up a special method of observing Tang Ren's preferences.

For example, now, Tang Ren's eyes are shining while he is eating fish, and he sticks out his chopsticks without any hesitation, which means he really likes it.

Li Che smiled and drank his coffee, "Can the car be brought up today, and I will pick you up tonight?"

Tang Ren: "Okay."

The boss acted as a full-time driver. Not only did he not find it inappropriate, but he smiled even brighter after he was approved. Recently, Tang Ren’s rejection and politeness to him have almost disappeared. I am afraid that there is only one layer of the city wall left in the past, and it may not be long. Will wait for a suitable time.

In the evening, Boss Li parked at the door of the store on time in his brand new black car. Tang Ren locked the door and picked up the key and walked down the steps.

Li Che was lowering his head to light a cigarette, when the lighter cap popped open, making a crisp "click" sound, half of Li Che's handsome side face was reflected by the light of the dim street lamp, the other side of his nasal bone covered a shadow, mysterious and difficult to approach .

Tang Ren walked over, stood half a step away, watched him turn off the lighter, smiled at himself, the cigarette was casually dangling from his lips, and he bit back lightly as the smile crooked in situ.

"Do you smoke?"

He handed the cigarette case forward, Tang Ren responded with a "hmm", and took out one to his mouth. Li Che held the cigarette in one hand and tried to light it for him with the other, but his wrist was lightly clenched, he looked at himself The cigarette in his hand pointed at the one between Tang Ren's teeth, and the warm breath sprayed on his fingers.

"Borrow a fire." Tang Ren slowly exhaled the first puff of smoke, mixed with the winter mist and dissipated in the wind, revealing his smiling eyes that were blocked for a moment.

Li Che chuckled, put the cigarette holder in his hand casually, and bit it gently.

"When did you learn to smoke?" Li Che leaned against the side of the car and stomped on the small snowdrifts beside his feet.

"Junior high school." Tang Ren also leaned on the side and crossed his long legs, "What about you?"

"Junior high school." Li Che stretched out his arm to flick the soot into the trash can, "Why? Do you think the toilet smells bad?"

Tang Ren lowered his eyes silently, took a puff of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and said, "Refreshing." He straightened up and changed the subject: "What is your reason?"

Li Che looked at him, and answered along the way: "Hacking Internet cafes, the stinky problems came out during that time."

Tang Ren tilted his head: "What are you going to play in the Internet cafe?"

"What's popular and what to play, I just don't want to go home." The house is smoky, his mother throws pots and bowls when she gets angry, Li Che has limited patience in adolescence, is irritable and irritable, and he is on the road of a bad boy for the sake of family harmony.

"Junior high school gets out of school very early. What do you do after class? Go home and study?" Li Che asked softly, observing the children's expressions carefully.

"I didn't study before, and I didn't have that concept." Tang Ren smiled, smoked the last cigarette and crushed it into the ashtray of the trash can, and said, "I'm going to work after class."

Li Che was startled: "Child labor?"

Tang Ren nodded: "Small places are not strictly managed. Many restaurants accept child labor to help in the back kitchen. It may not be possible in the past few years."

When he was young, he was tall and had an indifferent face. He could easily be recognized as a young wage earner at first glance.

"You..." Li Che thought for a moment, swallowed what he wanted to ask, and extinguished his cigarette, "Get in the car, it's quite cold, don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Tang Ren slowly clenched his hands in his pockets, and followed him into the car.

"Meow." The hand that opened the door paused, and he followed the sound, and found a palm-sized kitten at the corner by the steps of the store.

Li Che also heard the voice, turned his hand to close the car door, and walked over with Tang Ren.

Tang Ren held up this kitten with gray patterns and snow stains in one hand. It was not that big but had four thick paws. The nails were as fragile as a child's. His voice was thin and shivering from the cold.

"It's so small." Li Che stroked the kitten's head with one finger, eliciting a soft response.

"The front leg seems to be injured." Tang Ren peeled away the blood-stained fur. Li Che looked over and nodded, "It seems to be scratched by something." He looked up into the distance and said, "I remember there is a A pet hospital, let’s go, take it to have a look.”

Tang Ren covered the trembling kitten with both hands and got into the car. He sent the cat to the hot air vent to gently comfort the screaming hairball. Li Che took a quick glance while driving the car. His actions made his heart soften.

"Like small animals?"

Tang Ren's arm was still sore, and he couldn't do the lifting for too long. He put the kitten on his lap and said in a low voice, "Well, it's very easy to touch."

Li Che laughed angrily, squinting at the side of the road, the hospital was just ten meters away.

The two entered the house almost before the closing time, and the nurse on duty took over the kitten and cooperated with the doctor in wound treatment and basic examination.

The doctor plucked at the kitten's fur and took the time to ask, "Are you planning to adopt it?"

"Yang, let's do a detailed inspection." Li Che stretched out a finger and pressed the little thing's fat and tender paw, and was immediately pressed against the paw.

"Nurture?" Tang Ren let go of his arms and said unexpectedly.

Li Che said casually: "Well, it's quite cute, let's keep it." After thinking for a while, he turned his head to ask his roommate for permission: "Is that okay?"

Tang Ren was dumbfounded by his question, and replied reflexively: "Okay."

Li Che bent his lips, turned around and asked the nurse, "Are you selling cat food or something?"

"It's for sale, are you sure you want to adopt it?" The nurse glanced curiously at Tang Ren, who was still in surprise, and looked at Li Che with some guesswork in her eyes.

"determine."

The doctor turned the kitten over and said with its strange cry: "This cat is only about a month old, and we have to wait for the test results. From the outside, except for a little inflammation in the mouth, the other parts are really good, and the wound is not a big problem. , Just take some medicine on time, good luck, it’s rare for a stray cat to have such a good physique.”

Li Che couldn't hold back his hands and went to trouble the cat again, moving the cat's head very regularly, which attracted several dissatisfied little voices.

He said to Tang Ren who came closer: "Think of a name?"

Tang Ren was startled again: "I think?"

Li Che: "Think together."

He looked at the boss's slender neck and smiling side face, and the warmth on his lips deepened: "Well, let's think about it together."