The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The two waited for a while, and soon they were lined up.

The pet doctor was a young female doctor in a white coat. She looked at the cat, then at the two people standing there, and said, "Are you stray cats?"

Wen Yan nodded.

"Have you been vaccinated?"

"It was hit." Wen Yan said.

"That's fine, anesthesia first."

The process of injecting the anesthetic took a bit of effort. The big head looked round, but it was quite strong. Several people worked together to push the anesthetic into it.

The anesthetic took effect very quickly, and the kitten, which was alive and well a few minutes ago, was now limp and non-aggressive.

Seeing this, Jiang Han got excited again, stretched out his fingers to poke the kitten's round belly, and plucked the kitten's whiskers, having a great time.

Wen Yan saw how childish this person was again, and was too lazy to stop him.

The poor big head was lying alone on the stage, watching himself being manipulated, wanted to resist but had no choice but to be slaughtered.

At the last second when the consciousness disappeared, what the big head saw was Jiang Han's magnified face with a lewd smile, the "shadow" in the cat's life.

During the operation, they were not allowed to go in, and the two of them sat outside and waited.

There were fewer people coming to the hospital in the morning, and the last surgery was done on an old lady's cat.

The doctor came out and explained some precautions to the old lady, and the old lady chatted with the doctor for a long time, and even asked the cat "can I blow the air" carefully, as if the operation was performed by a pregnant woman. The cat in the house is like my own wife, and I almost didn't shed two tears on the spot.

"My darling, I suffered..."

Funerals aren't all that exaggerated.

On the side, Jiang Han was amazed: "These days, cats are treated much better than humans."

Wen Yan replied, "Old people tend to place their emotions on their pets."

Jiang Han was noncommittal: "That's really emotional."

Wen Yan: "Maybe it's lonely."

Jiang Han turned his head to look at Wen Yan: "Then you raise animals because you are lonely?"

Wen Yan stopped talking.

Over there, the old lady asked all the details, and then she took the cat and planned to leave with a distressed face.

Halfway through wiping away tears, the old lady stepped back again.

His eyes looked at Jiang Han, then at Wen Yan, and finally turned back to Jiang Han.

The old lady stared at Jiang Han for three seconds, then suddenly asked, "Young man, do you have a girlfriend?"

Jiang Han was choked up in time, and his face flushed with coughing: "Ahem...for now, not yet."

"Then add WeChat."

The old lady took out her mobile phone, she didn't see the sad look just now, and then asked three times in a row of "death blind date", where is home?Where is the account?Do you have room?

Jiang Han: "..."

It was the first time that the old lady asked for WeChat. Even if Jiang Han was eloquent, he was at a loss for words: "That...I..."

Jiang Han couldn't "I" come out, so he gave Wen Yan at the side a look for help.

Wen Yan glanced at him, and quietly said four words: "It's suitable for all ages..."

Plan to stand by and watch.

"Fuck." Jiang Han almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and it was the first time he found that Wen Yan was so good at teasing people.

Jiang Han: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

The old lady: "It's okay, just leave a number."

Jiang Han: "I don't plan to fall in love recently."

Old lady: "No hurry, wait until you want to talk."

Jiang Han: "Still a student."

Old lady: "Female junior, hold a gold brick."

"..."

The smile on Jiang Han's face couldn't hold back: "I don't like girls."

The old lady gasped: "I can't see it!"

"Young man, you have a future."

This time, the old lady finally left, shaking her head regretfully as she walked.

After finally sending the person away, Jiang Han felt depressed again.

Afterwards, I felt novelty and laughed amusedly.

Seeing Wen Yan next to him holding back his laughter, Jiang Han said, "Laugh if you want to. Holding it in is not good for your health."

Wen Yan smiled for a while, and said, "Is it according to the parents' aesthetics?"

Jiang Han let out a long sigh: "There's no way, who told you to be at the same table as I look so safe."

Someone with a safe appearance met today's "Shao" again when he went out.

The little girl looked at the cat in Jiang Han's hand, raised her head and asked pitifully, "Brother, what's wrong with the little cat?"

Jiang Han didn't know where this child came from, and there was no adult around him, so he said, "Well, it has undergone surgery and still needs training."

"Oh, did you have an operation..."

The little girl lowered her head thoughtfully, and asked after a while, "Then why is its tongue sticking out?"

"that is……"

Jiang Han didn't know how to explain the word "anesthesia", so he organized his wording and said, "I'm not fully awake yet, I won't wake up until the effect of that... medicine wears off. Just like we stick out our tongues when we sleep, wake up That's it, anesthesia."

The little girl immediately said, "I know about anesthesia, but I don't know anything about it."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The little girl looked very energetic, but she was a little thinner, and her thin body was covered under the baggy clothes.

Jiang Han praised and said: "Smart, but you don't know anything."

He was just about to ask about your adults when he saw Wen Yan squatting down in front of the little girl.

"Children, it's dangerous to go out alone. The adults in the family will be anxious, and there will be many bad people outside."

Although he was pointing out a mistake, his gentle tone could not be heard as accusatory, and it would only make people follow the train of thought.

The Wen Yan at this time was a bit different from usual, without the usual sense of alienation, adding softness and elegance.

Jiang Han watched it for a while, and asked Wen Yan how he knew it with his eyes.

Wen Yan's eyes fell on the back of the little girl's hand, and Jiang Han followed her.

There are many thin needle holes, which are a bit shocking to watch.

The child, with pinholes all over the back of his hand, appeared alone near the hospital.

Jiang Han thought for a few seconds and probably understood.

The little girl's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice: "I'm so bored by myself, no one is with me, so I came out by myself..."

"It's okay." Wen Yan persuaded patiently, "Next time you go out to play, you must remember to tell your family. Otherwise, they will be worried, right?"

Wen Yan followed the temptation step by step, and the little girl was moved and nodded.

The three sat on the side of the road waiting for the children and adults to come.

The little girl is still wearing a hospital belt on her wrist, which means that there will definitely be an adult to take care of her, and it shouldn't take long to find her.

The little girl squatted on the ground watching the cat, watching carefully through the glass cover.

Jiang Han asked "like".

The little girl nodded.

"Very bad tempered."

"It looks so good."

"It will bite."

The little girl raised her head: "It's such a small ball."

Obviously a big group.

Jiang Han smiled: "What's your name?"

"Lin Le."

Crispy.

Jiang Han raised his face and said, "Lin Le, next time you run out alone, I'll ask the traffickers to catch you."

The little girl smiled, not afraid at all: "I know you are good people."

Scaring people didn't work, Jiang Han asked again: "Who do you like, me or this brother?"

The little girl turned her eyes around the two of them, walked over and pulled Wen Yan's clothes and said, "I like this brother."

Jiang Han's eyes widened: "Don't you like my handsome brother?"

The little girl smiled cheerfully: "I like them all."

But I prefer this big brother.

Jiang Han was discouraged: "Then who is better, me or this brother?"

This time the little girl has experience: "They all look good."

"Who looks better."

The little girl shut up and stopped talking, hiding behind Wen Yan and smiling softly.

The answer is self-evident.

After failing to answer the two questions, Jiang Han took a self-examination for a while: "Could it be that I don't look good enough for children to like?"

Wen Yan said coolly at the side: "It's enough to attract adults to like it."

"..."

Jiang Han choked for a moment: "I didn't say that, my debut with this face is definitely a fan idol in the hearts of millions of girls."

"Is it the kind of door-to-door son-in-law?"

"..."

Jiang Han found out that Wen Yan liked to dismantle him very much today. After playing with it for two seconds, he started to be serious again: "Yanyan, do you have any objections to me recently? There are quarrels at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. If there is any conflict, we can't leave it overnight of."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then turned around: "No."

Jiang Han clicked his tongue twice, and the little girl asked curiously, "What is a bedside quarrel?"

"Ah...that's it," Jiang Han dragged his voice, "The couple—"

"Jiang Han."

Wen Yan called out to him: "Don't bring bad kids."

Jiang Han took the initiative to shut up, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It means to make up after a quarrel."

The little girl continued to ask: "Then why is it on the bed?"

Jiang Han: "The child has so many problems, do you know the way to the hospital?"

The little girl obediently replied: "...I know."

"Run out often?"

The little girl glanced at Jiang Han, hesitated and said, "No...no."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows slightly, the emotional brat either really wanted to go back, or wanted someone to play with her.

After a while, the child's adult came.

"Lele, why did you run out alone..."

When the child saw the adult, he ran over happily: "Dad, you are off work. There are surveillance and police uncles here, there will be no bad guys, and my kind brother is with me..."

The child's father picked up the little girl and walked in front of Jiang Han and Wen Yan. He sincerely thanked and said, "Thank you, I am sorry to cause you trouble."

"It's okay." Jiang Han waved his hand, "She's very smart and knows how to stay where there are many people."

The child's father carried the little girl away, and the little girl waved cheerfully behind him.

"Goodbye big brother."

"Goodbye kitten."

Jiang Han Yaoyao returned his hand: "Goodbye."

Wen Yan watched quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

The two stood for a while, and Jiang Han rarely expressed emotion and said: "Tell me, isn't fate very strange? Some people dream of dying, while others seek to live."

Wen Yan glanced at him, Jiang Han said: "If I remember correctly... Lin Zhi has a younger sister, also named Lin Le."

Wen Yan paused with his fingertips, and Jiang Han calmly told the truth: "Leukemia, his mother's cancer is terminal."

Wen Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "How do you know?"

The snow has not yet melted, and the cold wind blowing on the side of the road is a bit chilly. Jiang Han touched his nose: "I overheard it when I passed by the office. It's been a long time, and I forgot about it too. Oh...your friend Yang, Yang Qian, look He is unreliable, he is a nice person, and he does not leave his name behind when he does good deeds.”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Han looked back at Wen Yan who was standing calmly: "Don't you ask why?"

"A part-time job in a restaurant, I know."

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and stretched his waist comfortably: "Life is short, enjoy yourself in time. Let's go, at the same table, do you have time to enjoy yourself and have a meal together?"

Lunch was eaten near the community, and I ordered two small stir-fries.

Jiang Han found that Wen Yan seemed to eat everything, but in fact he picked everything. After a few pieces of clean beef were sandwiched in a dish of stir-fried beef, he didn't touch anything that was stained with minced garlic.

For bamboo shoots and fungus, only bamboo shoots are eaten, and the darker ones do not touch chopsticks.

In the end, most of the food went into Jiang Han's stomach, and he lamented that this week's exercise was for nothing.

At the same time, I secretly wrote it down.