Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Fang Qiming was holding the report card, his hands were trembling unconsciously, which made Dong Xiaoran flustered.

The husband has always been a person who doesn't show himself, and it must not be a trivial matter that can make him show this kind of expression.

Dong Xiaoran glanced at Fang Zhimo who was lying on the hospital bed, and then at Fang Ruohan who was lying beside the bed. After a while of mental training, he took a deep breath, and then said, "What's the problem, you tell me."

Fang Qiming came back to his senses, and slapped the report in Dong Xiaoran's hand: "Look for yourself."

Dong Xiaoran was silent after reading it, and after a while he said in a low voice: "Moderate thalassemia...he actually kept it from his family for so long."

After Fang Qiming heard it, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed: "My son is so sick, and you, a mother, don't know anything about it. Tell me yourself, is that plausible?"

Dong Xiaoran also became angry when he heard it: "You still have the nerve to blame me. I also went to the Northwest with the team to save cultural relics. You are at home every day and don't know how to take good care of your children. How dare you blame me?"

"Cultural relics, you know cultural relics! My son's illness, I don't know if you brought it out. Think about it yourself, how many thousands of years old bacteria are there in the tombs, ah? You can forget it yourself , Fang Zhimo is so weak, can he resist it?"

Fang Qiming is used to being a leader in the unit, and he habitually uses a reproachful tone when things happen. This mistake, that mistake, in short, it is not his own fault.

However, Dong Xiaoran is also a small leader, and usually has a straight waist and a bad temper. After hearing this, he immediately refuted: "Fang Qiming, do you have some common sense? Is this disease caused by a bacterial infection?"

Fang Qiming couldn't continue for a while: "...Even if not, you, the mother, are also responsible."

It's useless to talk too much, Fang Qiming didn't bother to quarrel with Dong Xiaoran, so he just said, "Okay, you can go back and take Fang Xiaohua over later for a checkup."

Dong Xiaoran didn't say any more, and sighed softly: "Qiming, I heard that this disease requires regular blood transfusions. I'm afraid my son will not get better in the future..."

After Fang Qiming listened, his eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to touch Fang Zhimo's forehead, but did not speak.

Cheng Du left, but Fang Zhimo got a blessing in disguise and became the family's key protection object.

The mother suspended the work of the archaeological team and concentrated on serving the two children at home, and the father went home more often, and his eyes on Fang Zhimo were no longer so harsh.

But unfortunately, Fang Zhimo has changed.

He is no longer the child who longs for the care of his parents. At some point, an insurmountable wall has been built around him. He has become taciturn, and it is difficult to see a smile on his face.

Over the years, Fang Zhimo often heard about Cheng Du from Tan Xiaobo and Tan Yuan, but for some reason, he never took the initiative to contact Fang Zhimo.

Another four years have passed, and the child has already entered the third grade of junior high school.

His stature has obviously been raised a lot, and his skin is a little crazy white, so he is quite eye-catching when walking in the crowd.

After school that day, the uncle in the reception room was wearing glasses and squinting his eyes to read the newspaper. Suddenly, he saw a boy in a school uniform, with his hands in his pockets, walking through the window absent-mindedly.

The uncle poked his head out and shouted out the door: "Fang Zhimo, your letter!"

"Another letter?"

Fang Zhimo paused, walked into the reception room after thinking about it, and checked the senders one by one.

As always, there wasn't a name he wanted to see.

"Thank you, sir."

Fang Zhimo stuffed the letter into his schoolbag uninterestedly, ready to take it back and burn it.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, don't dare to spoil things. It's the girl's wish anyway. You should take a look at it anyway."

The uncle dutifully reminded Fang Zhimo that he didn't know about other people, but one of the letters was sent by a cute little girl, and it had been two years since he sent it.

Every day before dawn, even before the school gate was opened, the girl secretly put the letter in the letter column. When it rained, she would specially carry it in a plastic envelope, so as not to get wet, nothing else Just talking about this kind of heart, it is incomparable to others.

Even if the uncle does not support puppy love, it is inevitable that he will feel sorry for the girl's heart.

"Looked."

Fang Zhimo waved his hand, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and left.

"What did you see? You just saw an envelope!"

The uncle shouted angrily at the door, his expression seemed to be annoyed at how he raised such a stupid son who didn't understand.

Looking at the figure of "stupid son" fading away, the uncle shook his head helplessly: "Hey, where can I find such a good girl... these young people... just don't know how to cherish..."

Fang Zhimo wobbled along the road, thinking about the high school entrance exam absently.

According to what he meant, he wanted to go to the Neon Country and see the birthplace of Totoro.But after consultation, only high school graduates are accepted there.

In this way, there are still four years...

Fang Zhimo sighed, then wait another four years.

After four years, maybe I can visit Kyoto.

In fact, Fang Zhimo knew that he couldn't go too far, but he didn't want to stay in City B for the rest of his life, and he didn't want to be trapped around the hospital.

People always have to go out and have a look before they know what they want.

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt something stuck to his back.

Fang Zhimo looked back and was startled. There was a bat-shaped thing lying on his school uniform, which was tightly glued. Looking carefully, it was glue.

And the tail of the viscose "bat" is holding a rope that is also made of viscose, and the other end is held in the hand of the grinning little fat man behind him.

"Deputy Tan Ban, may I ask how old you are this year? You are still playing this childish trick."

Fang Zhimo stretched out a finger, trying to flick off the sticky thing on his body, who knew that the sticky thing stuck to his finger, and Fang Zhimo's expression instantly changed .

Tan Xiaobo looked at him and laughed, feeling as happy as if he had succeeded in a prank.He stretched out his hand and peeled off the "bat" on Fang Zhimo's finger, aimed at Tan Yuan next to him and threw it over.

Tan Yuan looked at the "bat" flying towards his face, quickly raised his canvas schoolbag and slapped it hard on the ground, the childish thing Tan Xiaobo just bought fell to the ground with a thud, his nose was covered with dust, and immediately It's not sticky anymore.

"Damn it, Old Tan, it's too embarrassing! At least it's fifty cents! You have to pay me!"

Tan Xiaobo angrily punched Tan Yuan, then smiled and hugged Fang Zhimo's shoulder, Fang Zhimo gave him a cold look: "Put the paw away."

Tan Xiaobo let go of him with a click of his tongue, put the "bat" back into the bag, put it in the school uniform pocket, looked Fang Zhimo up and down a few times, and said, "Brother Zhimo, what have you been eating these past few years? It's so fast." 1.7 meters, right? If you think about it, you have to stand on tiptoe for a while, which is strenuous."

"171," Fang Zhimo glanced at him, "it can still grow."

Tan Xiaobo leaned against Tan Yuan again, then hugged Tan Yuan and said, "You two are really disrespectful now, I dare not grow up alone now!"

Tan Yuan took a look at his bulging belly, and said cheerfully, "You're not short, you're growing sideways, you don't take the usual way."

"Damn, Tan Xiaoyuan, which pot won't be opened and which pot should be lifted, right? Come on, pay me the money first and let's talk about other things!"

Tan Xiaobo pulled out his five-second dead bat and threw it on Tan Yuan's face together with the packaging bag.

These two people are still as carefree as before, but Fang Zhimo seems to be preoccupied.

Whenever he saw them and recalled those days in the past, Fang Zhimo felt a little far away.

He shook his schoolbag, glanced at the two people who were fighting, and quickened his pace.

When I got home, I still fell into the room, listening to music while picking up the chess record at hand, and continued yesterday's unfinished chess game.

The room was still tidy and clean. Apart from a few new electrical appliances, there were two more things on the desk—two photos.

One is a group photo of two children, and the other is a slightly immature silhouette.

Fang Zhimo raised his eyelids and glanced at it, stretched out his finger, stroked the edge of the photo frame lightly, and sighed almost inaudibly.

"You...what on earth are you thinking?"

Why have you never contacted me for so many years.

The phone rang suddenly at this time, Fang Zhimo continued to think about his own business as if he hadn't heard it.

Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a knock on the door.Mom said outside: "Fang Xiaomo, I'm looking for you."

Fang Zhimo picked up the extension on the phone, took off one earphone, and gave a hello, but there was no sound from the phone for a long time.

Fang Zhimo glanced at the phone and hung up impatiently. Who knew that after a while, the phone rang again.

Guessing it was probably the guy from just now again, Fang Zhimo reached out and picked up the phone without waiting for his mother to answer: "Hey, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for... ahem, are you Fang Zhimo...?" A timid voice came from the opposite side.

"Hmm. What can I do for you?" Fang Zhimo couldn't hear clearly, so he took off the earphone on the other side.

"Well, my name is Qiao Xinran. I'm a sophomore student in your school. I would like to trouble the senior, can you come downstairs for a while. I, that, just... have something to do with you." The girl opposite sounded a little nervous , it's a pity that Fang Zhimo doesn't have any so-called empathy, so naturally he can't feel the source of her tension.

Fang Zhimo raised the gauze curtain, glanced downstairs through the gap, but saw no one: "Where are you?"

"I'm here. I'm at the canteen. Only here is the public phone." The girl looked around, and then looked upstairs nervously.

"Oh. Wait."

Fang Zhimo hung up the phone, glanced at the home clothes he had just changed, and clicked his tongue.

What a hassle.

When Fang Zhimo changed into his uniform and came out of the unit, the eyes of the girl standing in the canteen brightened.

She quickly ran out of the grocery store, pulled Fang Zhimo's coat sleeve and ran for a while, and stopped behind a tree.

Fang Zhimo didn't like others touching him very much, and since the girl's hands were fairly clean, she didn't have an attack.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

"Well, senior, I have been writing to you for two years, and I am very grateful that you are willing to accept my letter. I know this is your last year at school, no, the last semester, I want you to know my Heart. Senior, I like you!"

Speaking of the last sentence, the girl took out a small black gift box with a ribbon tied on it, which looked very pretty.

Fang Zhimo let out an oh, and slowly raised his hands.

The girl didn't expect the male god to be so talkative, her eyes widened, thinking that he was going to reach out to pick up her present, but Fang Zhimo slowly put his raised hands on his chest, and said without hesitation: "But I do not like you."

The girl was stunned, as if a little embarrassed, but she still held the gift with her hand stubbornly: "What kind of person does the senior like? I can try to develop in that direction."

Fang Zhimo glanced at her, the girl is the so-called "7-point girl", and she might be able to get a class fee or something in school.She has a well-behaved appearance, fair skin, her delicate eyebrows are tightly frowned, and her lips are bitten white because of nervousness. Such an expression makes her look pitiful to me.

However, Fang Zhimo just smiled indifferently, and said casually: "I like to be a top student. Are you? I am going to take the entrance examination for the High School Attached to University B this year. If you can also pass the entrance examination, I will try to date you."

The girl's grades were not good, and she lowered her head slightly when she heard this.

Seeing her dull look, Fang Zhimo smiled knowingly, turned around and prepared to go upstairs: "If you can't do it, don't pester me anymore, it's unnecessary. You're only in your teens, and you still have a long way to go. .”

The girl didn't understand what he meant, as if he didn't have a long way to go in the future.

Fang Zhimo had already reached the door of the unit in a blink of an eye, and stepped up the stairs with one leg.The girl looked at the back of him who was about to leave, and made up her mind to chase a few steps forward: "Okay, then it's settled, as long as I am admitted to the high school attached to University B, you have to date me."

Knowing that Mo was sure she would not pass the exam, he looked back and said with a smile, "Okay."

This was the first time a girl saw him smiling, and she was a little confused for a while, but when she recovered, Fang Zhimo had already taken several steps up.

"Fang Zhimo!" The girl shouted loudly.

Fang Zhimo paused, but turned back.

The girl stood there, as if mustering up her courage, and shouted loudly: "You wait for me!"

Fang Zhimo smiled, but without answering, he took a long leg and left.

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【Suddenly Appearing Edible Guide】

The second part is also known as the special chapter for cannon fodder. The characters appearing here are all cannon fodder except Bu Xun, so you can treat them as a fart and let them go~

You don’t need to use your brain when browsing, and you don’t need to remember the name~

ah?What is that supplement?

Emmm... anyway, it's not cannon fodder.