Feng Yanjun did not go to work in the afternoon and specially accompanied Feng Yanhong to the health center.
The sun was shining brightly, and when the two of them walked to the door of the health center, they were both covered in a thin layer of sweat. After the sutures were removed, Feng Yanhong's forehead was still a little red and swollen, and pink tender flesh had grown out of the wound.
Feng Yanhong's cheeks were flushed red from the sun. She covered the sun with her hands. She was shocked to find that the skin on her body was much darker than before.
But it doesn't matter. She has completely inherited her mother's southern blood. Even if she gets tanned in the summer, she will turn white again in the winter when the ultraviolet rays are not strong.
She doesn't need to keep her beauty for anyone now, her only goal for the time being is to get money first.
Before coming out just now, Fu Minxia seemed to have stuffed something into Yanjun, but seeing that Yanjun refused to take it and stuffed it back, she finally felt relieved.
She asked Yanjun, and Yanjun said that Fu Minxia was stopped on the road that day, and he only said a few words in the past, which was not really helpful.
Since it's not considered helping, naturally I can't accept gifts from others.
Moreover, she had heard a few words from other nurses in the health center these days. Fu Minxia's family seemed to have good conditions, and coming to the health center for internship was just a formality.
If this is the case, then no matter what thoughts she has towards Yanjun, they will have no results.
She doesn't want Yanjun to suffer in this regard, and she doesn't want Yanjun to be harmed.
"Let's go to the supply and marketing agency to buy some popsicles for you."
She doesn't yearn for cold things. She would rather not have the temporary coolness than having menstrual cramps, but she wants to watch Yanjun eat.
When Yanjun was eating popsicles, his eyebrows were crooked and he was smiling, like a silly son of a landlord, he was so heartless and good-looking.
"Huh? Are you that girl from someone's family?"
The salesperson is a middle-aged woman, a little chubby and from the farm, but her speech has some Jiangsu and Zhejiang flavor.
Feng Yanhong looked at her and felt that she looked familiar, but she didn't know her name yet.
"Auntie from the Feng family. My father, Feng Taizhou."
Their farm is a very magical place. When she was a child, the adults would gather together to talk. There were dialects from all over the place, but she couldn't understand a word of it, but there was no obstacle to the adults communicating.
Even now, everyone still jokingly calls this place the epitome of the great motherland, with dozens of provincial representatives gathered here.
"Oh, yes, your mother Bai Xiu, last time she asked me to pay attention to the bicycle. You go back and bring her a message. The goods will be available next month. If you want, I will reserve a place for her first. It may be better than the one during the New Year.
A batch costs about ten yuan, and it’s a permanent brand.”
"Then thank you, auntie. It doesn't matter if it's more expensive. We want the bike."
There were not many cars in this era, so having a bicycle was of course very convenient. In the past, my family was not in a good condition to buy one, but later my mother had to save up for her dowry and was reluctant to buy one.
Now that we're not getting married anyway, what's the point of saving a dowry? It's better to exchange it for something practical and convenient.
"Okay, then let your mother prepare the money. When the goods arrive, I will have someone send you a message."
Feng Yanhong walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with a popsicle in her hand. She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, but it only lasted for a moment, and soon her lips froze.
Li Boshan stopped his bicycle with a serious look on his face, and the stand made a clanging sound. He rushed over in a hurry, and when he bumped into her head-on, he just looked at her.
There was anxiety in his eyes, which made her feel inexplicably flustered. It turned out that he was not always so calm and indifferent. What kind of emergency could make him so anxious?
He handed the popsicle to Feng Yanjun and turned around to follow him.
"right."
"I have these symptoms, but I don't have a fever, eh."
"Is it just a side effect of the medicine? Could it be..."
"Okay, okay, thank you Professor Shen, thank you."
In just a few words, Feng Yanhong had already understood that it must be because of his third brother's illness. No wonder he was so anxious.
She had heard people say that cancer was an immortal cancer. At that time, she was ignorant and even joked with people that if she couldn't die, then what kind of cancer could she call it?
But in fact, the life of his third brother Li Boqing ended forever when he was twenty-three years old. Although his family was no longer in Yincheng at that time, the news still spread back to the farm. No matter who mentioned it, They couldn't help but feel sorry for the Li family.
Li Boshan hung up the phone and calmed his mind before reaching for his pocket. His face suddenly froze again, showing a hint of embarrassment.
Feng Yanhong saw that he was still a little lost in thought, but just by looking at the change in his expression, she understood. She silently took out a dollar from her pocket and handed it over.
"Thank you. I'll pay you back when I get back."
His voice was not as trembling as before, but it was softer than their previous voices. His ears were clearly red, and she knew he was embarrassed.
She wanted to say that she didn't need to pay it back, but she couldn't, it would make him even more embarrassed.
"Well, you're welcome. You've helped me many times." What does it mean if I help you with this little thing?
"You go back first, don't worry about us, Yanjun and I will walk back slowly."
Li Boshan couldn't take care of her and Feng Yanjun. Looking at him like that, there must be something urgent at home.
Li Boshan got on the bicycle with an apologetic look. The speed of the bicycle was obviously much faster than before, and he disappeared on the road like a gust of wind.
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After Feng Yanjun returned home, she took half a basket of eggs to see Li Boqing. When she came back, she looked solemn.
Li Boqing and Yan Jun are the same age. They grew up together in the company and went to school together. They were still classmates until Li Boqing got sick and took a leave of absence from school.
Maybe in the eyes of others, a good student like Li Boqing would not become good friends with a monkey jumping up and down like Feng Yanjun, but in fact they have always been very, very good friends.
The death time of Li Boqing in his previous life was surprisingly similar to that of Yan Jun...
Feng Yanhong didn't dare to look strange, and tried hard to calm down her emotions before asking: "How is it? How is Bo Qing doing?"
"He said he is very good, but I know he is not good at all. He has learned to lie! Sister, how come he has learned to lie?!"
"It's okay. His brother has asked the professor, but it's just because he can't adapt to the new medicine..."
They are not patients, so how can they know if something is going on or if they are feeling well?
"Sister, do you think this world is very unfair? How could such an excellent person like him get that kind of disease? The teacher used to say that he would definitely be able to get into college, the best university. But now he is ..."
Feng Yanjun's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his head was buried lower and lower. A tear fell to the ground, and the red brick became wet.
"His disease cannot be cured now, but it may not be curable in the future. People must have hope when they are alive, right?"
"If he says he's fine, it means he hasn't given up yet. He hasn't given up yet. How can you give up on him?"
She said something heartless, but she couldn't bear to see her brother like this.
She was even a little afraid, afraid that she would not be able to change the outcome of her family's previous life...
Feng Yanjun suddenly raised his head, with tears still hanging on his cheeks, but his eyes were not as sad as before.