He Youdong was halfway through the car when Yang Li called suddenly. It was so late, what could happen? Du Siqiu answered the phone suspiciously: "Hello?"
But he found that the caller was not Yang Li, but the voice of a middle-aged man: "Hey, is this Yang Li's friend Du Siqiu?"
"Yes, I am. Who are you and why is his phone number with you?" She forgot to ask the most important thing for a moment, and asked for some small details out of curiosity.
"I am a staff member of Hainan Bar. Your friend is injured now. Please come and pick him up quickly. Have you heard of Hainan Bar? Do you know how to get there?" This staff member's wordiness is really intoxicating.
"I know, I'll be right over."
As soon as she turned around and put down the phone, Du Siqiu immediately asked He Youdong to drive her to Hainan Bar.
"What happened?"
"A friend of mine is injured. Please take me there first and I'll tell you in detail later."
She herself couldn't figure out the situation, and she was also very puzzled: Yang Li didn't look like the kind of person who knew how to fight, so why did he get into it out of nowhere! Besides, he was injured when he was injured, and he was injured in the middle of the night.
Let someone call her to tell her to clean up his mess. When I think about this kind of thing carefully, I have the urge to kill him every minute.
"Then you have to tell me how to get there. I've never been to this place." He Youdong looked at her speechlessly.
Hainan Bar is the bar that Yang Li took her to a few days ago. Because it is located adjacent to the food city, she was particularly impressed by that place. She was very familiar with the directions.
The two of them soon arrived at the entrance of Hainan Bar. Yang Li looked like a drunkard and slumped down on the ground regardless of his image. His face and forehead were covered with bruises and scars.
Du Siqiu knelt down in front of him, gloating and mocking: "Writer Yang, you have the wrong nerve again!"
Yang Li heard her voice and looked up at her. He was really a little drunk, and his eyes looked a little dizzy and confused, just like He Youdong when he was drunk. He just stared blankly for a few seconds.
He opened his eyes and suddenly grinned: "Du Siqiu, you are finally here."
Du Siqiu looked at his abnormal words and deeds with dumbfounding. She could see at a glance that apart from emotional frustration, what else could be wrong? Oh, what a big deal. There are always moments when I look back and think about how sad I am for love.
In fact, there is no logic in the past that no one can survive without it. The earth will continue to rotate without anyone.
"Come on, don't go crazy, we'll take you back."
In the end, she and He Youdong worked hard together to put him into the car.
He pointed at He Youdong's back and asked her: "Who is this person?"
"My boyfriend, He Youdong."
"Oh, hehe. Not bad, not bad. He is a talented person."
Du Siqiu's face darkened and she scolded: "Don't change the subject. Why are you fighting with others if you are so polite? After all, you are a famous writer. If you get into a fight with someone in a bar in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid that it will be reported in the newspaper when you get up early on a cloudy day?
"Although it comes from a business perspective, the care in the words is genuine.
"No reason. I don't like them. If they don't agree with each other, I'll fight them. I'm not afraid myself, so what are you afraid of?" He leaned back halfway and looked out the car window.
"If you have such great skills, why did you call me here? Don't call me for such nonsense again." She rolled her eyes.
"This is punishment, haha!" He suddenly laughed nervously again.
Du Siqiu seemed to have not heard clearly and asked repeatedly: "What punishment? What do you mean by that?"
"We're here, right?" He Youdong parked the car at the gate of Yang Li's community. Du Siqiu took out his mobile phone and called his nanny to come out and pick him up. When he got out of the car, Du Siqiu looked at him again.
, he got out of the car without saying a word, without even saying thank you, and obviously had no intention of answering her question just now. He turned around and disappeared into the night.
He Youdong sent her home and was silent all the way until he reached the door of her house. Then he turned to him and spoke with difficulty: "Don't you think you should explain something to me?"
"Explanation?" She widened her eyes in shock and her eyes were bright.
"Is this person really just your friend?"
"Of course, what do you want to say?" She knew that he had some misunderstandings. She thought what he was going to say next would be, if he is just your friend, why are you so familiar with the bar he goes to, and why is he so familiar with the bar?
When he was drunk and causing trouble outside, you were the one designated to clean up his mess. Of course, you can say that it was just because the friendship between you was very special and deep. However, the ambiguous things he said while half drunk and half awake were not sinister.
So what if!
Yes, what does this mean? But who should she ask? She knows nothing about any of this.
But He Youdong, he didn't ask any more questions, said nothing, and fell into terrible silence. When she got out of the car, he sighed and said, "Go back and get some rest early." His voice was still so gentle.
, so light that it floated to her ears like an illusion.
She said: "Well, you too."
The explanation ends here in vain.
She returned to her room and suddenly felt tired. She fell on the bed and fell asleep almost as soon as she closed her eyes.
Early the next morning.
She turned over, reached into the drawer of the bedside table and took out the watch given by He Youdong. She put it on her wrist and took a look. She felt happy, it looked so beautiful.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a small watch in the corner of the table, with a thin pink strap and a four-leaf clover pattern dial. It looked like a Korean girl. It had not been used for so long that the glass on the dial was covered with a thin layer of dust.
, she looked at it several times, and suddenly felt that it was extremely ugly. It was a birthday gift given to her by Peng Tao when she was in college. She liked it so much that she kept wearing it all day long. Now she is probably obsessed with things.
Well, the old people are gone, and the old things are ugly.
She sighed and threw it back into the drawer. She reached in again and unexpectedly touched a soft bag. Ah, Xinyi flowers! Xinyi flowers that her father forcibly gave to her.
That was a long time ago.
I remember that when I was in the second grade of junior high school, my sister Du Siyi was already in high school and working as a boarding student. The family was short of manpower, so her father asked her to help her mother who was doing Chinese medicine. Because of her curiosity about strange things, she was fascinated by this day.
I had been looking forward to it for a long time, so I happily agreed.
However, her memory is extremely poor. Except for some Chinese medicines with more obscure characteristics such as Eucommia ulmoides, Chuanxiong, white peony root, Alisma, Deer Hancao, Drynariae, etc., it is quite difficult to remember the rest. After a long time
For a while, she still couldn't tell the difference between honeysuckle vine and forsythia, couldn't tell the difference between Qianjin pull and pierce through stone, and she couldn't tell the difference between Perrin and fragrant grass. Only then did she secretly respect her mother. A person who graduated from elementary school had never been exposed to it.
A woman who writes medical books can actually memorize such a complicated encyclopedia of traditional Chinese medicine.
The mother grinned: What’s the point? It’s been eleven years, it’s all the result of time.
But Du Siqiu still felt incredible. There are always things in those traditional Chinese medicines that can confuse memory, such as Jueyinzi and Shijueyin. She got it wrong every time. The prescription written by her father was Shijueyin, and she
Often he would grab a handful of rice-corn-like Jueyinzi and put them on the small weighing pan. At this time, his father would get angry and say, "Can I use some snacks? Can I have a longer memory? Taking the wrong medicine can sometimes lead to death!"
She said sarcastically that this was not a job for humans.
"Otherwise, why do you think hard-earned money is called hard-earned money?" Her father was amused by her: "You have been studying for eight or nine years, and you can only memorize it by rote. Isn't Shi Jueyin just an abalone shell? You will remember it like this from now on, just like Shi Shi
Generally, the hard ones are Shi Jueyin and the smaller ones are Jueyinzi."
After that, I never missed these two traditional Chinese medicines again. I can still remember them well today, eight years later.
In addition, there are several types of traditional Chinese medicine that trouble her, namely earthworms, earthworms and magnolia flowers. Earthworms are actually dried earthworms. They are the same as earthworms, not only ugly, but also smelling disgusting.
. Xinyi tweed is quite beautiful, but it feels slippery and looks like the wriggling body of a big fat worm. Every time she grabs these three traditional Chinese medicines, she is inevitably frightened and screams. But her father does not allow her to escape. He says that the more scared she gets, the more frightened she becomes.
The more things you encounter, the more you have to face them head-on. This kind of thing is an inescapable obstacle in life. If you dare to take the first step, you will always get through it.
He said he would find a way to help her overcome it.
In that small town, there is a custom called "Going out of the Garden". Every fifteen-year-old boy must go through this rite of passage on the seventh day of July. Like a festival, it is exclusive to fifteen-year-old boys.
festival. She put on brand new blue jeans, a red and white striped T-shirt and a pink shirt. She sat on the sofa in the living room and happily waited for gifts from her parents. Her mother bought her a pair of silver bracelets. Where is her father?
He gave her a small package of tips.
She opened it with a suspicious look on her face. Oh my God, it was full of dried Xinyi flowers! She almost fell out: "My father even gives me red envelopes."
"I'll give you this."
She threw it on the coffee table: "Then I don't want it anymore."
My father smiled: "Don't even think about it. Put it on the bedside from now on, take it out and look at it before going to bed. When you are no longer afraid of it, give it back to me." When he smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes became
Very subtle.
She stared at the crow's feet for a few times, then nodded and said okay. She was glad that he was merciful and didn't directly give her a land bug or an earth dragon. Otherwise, she would have no guarantee that she wouldn't have nightmares.
She followed her father's instructions, and she soon lost her fear. She couldn't help but laugh to herself: Sometimes, nightmares are just weak lies, aren't they?
For some unknown reason, this pack of rotting Xinyi flowers was never returned to her father and had been left with her for many years. She didn't quite know what she wanted to do. Maybe, she needed to find a breakthrough to save her senseless life.