Chapter 106: Bitter is sweet and sweet is frost

In general, usually, sometimes, in the novel, in addition to the destiny goddess disguised by the mother and stepmother, there is also the existence of a kind of creature, which makes the judge rejoice.
In martial arts, it is a world-famous person who loses his life to the stupid protagonist and hangs up as soon as he loses; in Crossing, it is the indoor maid of the world's first beauty who tells the heroine that she is actually the first beauty in the world who came to reach out for the clothes of a royal minister; Here, it is a villager who told a certain Jin Xiaowei that this place is not haunted and haunted by zongzi; in the stallion, I saw a bunch of jade-like wives crying in front of the horse bed and said to the horse "The emperor's draft today" Little eunuch.
In ten years, cough, no matter, anyway, in ten years, there is a similar passerby.
This person is what Aheng heard from his Chinese colleague. An old Chinese doctor who lives in the Sixth Lane of Goberland District is very good at acupuncture and specializes in treating leg problems. But the old TCM doctors have a bad temper. They don't care about Chinese and foreigners. If they are good-looking, they will die. If they are rich, they will die if the hospital can cure them.
Yanxi: "Damn, can I let Laozi disfigure?"
Aheng: "Fuck you, I finally brought it back, you are happy but I am not happy!"
"Then what to do?"
A Heng gritted his teeth: "You said you have this face. What's the use besides recruiting men?"
She took out the gray scarf from the closet, wrapped Yanxi into a wolf grandma, and said, "Okay, let's go."
Yanxi is depressed: "How can Ben Shao's beauty be covered by a scarf!"
Aheng ignored him and took him on a bicycle. The second-hand material was squeaky and dying.
Yanxi laughed through the scarf, "Aheng, I also took you before."
Aheng babbled and pedaled the car: "That old car is still in your storage room?"
Grandma Wolf shook her head: "I sold it."
"When?"
"Before I moved to Lu Liu's house, after I broke up with you."
"I forgot to say, happy breaking up, I wish you happiness."
"Who said I am happy? Which eye do you see me happy? If I am happy, can I remember my ex-girlfriend in front of my current girlfriend? Am I that person?"
"Your logic is upside down, ex-girlfriend...now girlfriend...who is it?"
"It's you, all you, only you!"
Yan hopes to heaven, his white fingers are playing the piano on the left leg gently, and he sighs: "I don't even know. Why are those people who have liked me afraid of you and go away one by one?"
Aheng was silly: "I haven't done anything."
Yanxi's tall nose lightly pressed Aheng's sweater, and he smiled: "Yes, you didn't do anything."
He said: "I blame it all for making you the only one."
Constantly choosing, constantly pursuing, desperately filling in the loopholes in my heart, excluding everyone.
Only one is left.
The old Chinese doctor's surname is Wei. Look at Yanxi, who is lame like Grandma Wolf, and look at Ah Heng's cheap and rough clothes. He is very kind.
The courtyard where Dr. Wei lives is not big, and he has dried many Chinese medicines on a shelf, which has a strong fragrance. Ah Heng remembered that when he was a child, he felt that time and space had been changed, and he could still see the old scene in France. He was very kind.
Dr. Wei asked, "Have you seen a doctor before?"
Yan Xibi painted and said: "I have visited many homes and have done rehabilitation. There is still such a long steel nail in it."
Dr. Wei pondered: "Young man, you take off your cotton trousers and lie on the bed, let me see." Yanxi has been wearing cotton trousers to keep warm since the early autumn, but her blood is impassable and she is often cold.
A Heng wanted to see the teacher, but was locked out by Dr. Wei. He touched his nose and gave him a sentence: "Big girl, look at men with only thighs, you are not ashamed!"
Yanxi laughed through the door, A Heng's face was blue and red.
After a while, Xiaoya began to scream for pain, and bumped against the screaming geese.
Aheng leaned on the door and asked: "What's the matter?"
The old Chinese doctor repeatedly scolded: "What kind of I used to see, wait for Yuerou to die!"
A Heng was anxious: "Can you be cured?"
The old Chinese doctor threw a sentence: "Look at good luck!"
Ah Heng is even more anxious: "Don't, don't say this, what's the matter?"
The old Chinese doctor administers the needle slowly indoors, paying no attention to Ah Heng. Yanxi burst into tears in pain, biting the pillow, and whimpering outside the door with a dumb throat: "I'm fine."
The old Chinese doctor patted Yanxi's mouth: "A child, what's wrong, is it dirty? Does it hurt like this?"
Yanxi bitterly, her green veins jumped: "Does it hurt? You don't know if you have the needle!"
A Heng sweated his forehead and slapped the door: "Why does acupuncture hurt so much, don't you make the wrong one? You stay a little longer, he is afraid of pain when he was young, Dr. Wei, let me go in!"
The old Chinese doctor ignored her.
Yanxi yelled even harder, just like killing a pig.
A Heng was about to smash the door: "You let me in, Dr. Wei, it will be fine if Yanxi sees me, really!"
Dr. Wei rolled his eyelids and continued to administer the needle: "You are an analgesic, it's fine to see you. What use do I need if you have you?"
A Heng vomits blood, what kind of old man, her grandfather said that grandfather and the dead grandfather Xin, put it together, there is no such trouble. She said: "I'll just take a look, take a look, and then leave."
Dr. Wei took the needles from several large veins on Yanxi's leg, and asked the tearful Yanxi: "Who is this girl? I care about you so much."
Yanxi sobbed: "My daughter-in-law, I haven't been through the door."
Dr. Wei said: "No wonder, if it wasn't for your age, you thought it was your mother."
Yanxi wiped her tears and babbled with great effort to put on cotton trousers: "You are kidding, how can my mother hurt me."
Doctor Wei looked at Yanxi's scarf and said, "Wait, what's the matter with you, you haven't taken off the scarf when you came in?"
Yanxi: "Then what, I'm disfigured, because it's so ugly, my mother didn't want me since I was a child, do you want to see it?"
Dr. Wei coughed: "Forget it, as long as it doesn't look good, it's done."
Yanxi is angrily: "You look good, right?"
Dr. Wei sneered, "Most people who are good-looking have bad intentions."
Yanxi sneered, opened the door slowly, and plunged into A Heng's arms, tears streaming down: "A Heng, it hurts to death."
Aheng felt distressed and touched Yanxi's hair: "It's okay, okay, it's okay, go back and cook chicken soup for you." She turned back and asked Dr. Wei, smiling, "Dr. Wei, look, we are ill..."
Dr. Wei said: "I come here once a week. You must keep walking within an hour after the acupuncture and moxibustion. You cannot rest."
Aheng's eyes slowly burst into laughter: "So, can Yanxi's illness be cured?"
Dr. Wei said: "Seeing his ability to sense acupuncture and moxibustion is very good, if he persists, it should be possible."
She looked at Yanxi in her arms and spoke softly: "Did you hear it?"
Yanxi's eyes lit up: "A Heng, when we get married, can I hold you to the auditorium?"
A Heng nodded, his smile more gentle and clear. She took Yanxi's hand and walked slowly with him, not stopping, Yu Yanxi, so difficult.
He said, "Please, let me watch your back go."
A Heng insisted, she said: "This time, we will be together."
Every week, Aheng walks with Yanxi for an hour, and then takes him home by bicycle.
The 12th district is not too close to Gobolan, and it takes an hour to ride a bicycle. About less than a month later, the bicycle was scrapped.
A Heng was fined a month’s salary before, and has been living tightly, plus Yanxi’s medical expenses, although not a lot, it is still a lot of money for them now. Therefore, Aheng decided not to buy one anymore, and Yanxi walked the rest of the distance on his back after an hour.
Yanxi is reluctant to live and die: "We take the subway."
Aheng: "Don't you need money for the subway?"
"The bus?"
"The bus is not free."
"Then... I'll go back."
"You will waste the road before you go back."
"Didn't the doctor let you practice more?"
"Not so much." Then, before Yanxi could speak, Ah Heng walked back with him behind her back. She said, "Look how thin you are, so thin that you can blow away with a gust of wind."
Winter in Paris, 2007, the first day of snow.
She carried Yanxi like a ball on her back and smiled and said, "Yanxi, you are really too skinny. You have to eat more." She gritted her teeth, her lips were white, her face was covered with snowflakes, and her forehead Suppressing the appearance of green veins.
Yanxi smiled suddenly on her back.
He said: "Wen Heng, how much do you love me?"
A Heng was stunned for a while before he said lightly: "I owed you in my previous life. I hurt you and your family. I will pay the debt in this life."
She stitched Yanxi a knee pad with cotton and wrapped it around his leg. She stepped on the snow all the way and walked for a long time. It seemed that she had reached the end of heaven and earth and was home.
The scarf that Yanxi was wrapped in was accidentally touched off during the acupuncture process, and Dr. Wei saw what Yanxi looked like.
The benevolent old man seemed to have been greatly deceived. He took the needle midway and said, "You go."
Both Aheng and Yanxi were dumbfounded. They did not expect that the old man would have such a temper.
The old man said: "I won't see you again, you dirty liars!"
Aheng’s lips were dry, and he tried to explain: "We just can’t do anything. Yanxi’s legs have not been healed. Although I am a doctor, I have never been able to do anything with his legs. Do you know that watching your relatives get sick but you can’t do anything? Is it painful?"
However, Dr. Wei seemed to be touched, angrily: "Get out, get out of here!"
The tears in Aheng's eyes fell like beads, and she choked up: "Why? Yanxi's legs will be healed right away. You know that if you give up halfway, his muscles will accelerate necrosis, and you can only saw off your legs. , How can you be so unkind?"
Dr. Wei closed the door and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you two again!"
Yanxi has been standing beside him without saying a word. He leaned on the wall and watched Aheng cry. With sweat from acupuncture still remaining on his forehead, he suddenly smiled: "Don't cry, Aheng."
A Heng squatted on the ground, the fleece on his forehead was scattered, and he shed tears with great difficulty.
Yanxi supported the wall and walked to her, snore the tears on that little face, and said, "Why are you crying? Get up, don't cry, let's go home."
Aheng cried dimly. She said: "I can't go on, Yanxi, I'm very tired, really, very tired."
He said: "Stand up, Wen Heng, I will smoke you if I don't get up again."
Aheng looked at him with tears in her red eyes. She said, "Yanxi, I'm tired."
Yanxi squatted on the ground, tilting her back slightly: "Come on, I will carry you home."
Aheng continued to shed tears and said, "Your legs have not yet..."
But he became angry: "Wen Heng, you come up with me! Even if the legs are scrapped and sawed, I will carry my daughter-in-law and go home today, hurry up!"
A Heng hesitated and took a step back.
Yanxi didn't say a word, holding Aheng's hand in one hand and Aheng's waist with the other, and stood up.
He staggered, arched his back and gritted his teeth. With every step he took, the sweat on his forehead became dense.
He said: "I will paint for you every day from now on, draw pictures for our children, and then open a gallery. The exhibition is all you, okay? Baby, don't cry."
He said: "Although I can't take you into the auditorium, but I dare say that in this world, only I dare to marry you."
Aheng asked: "Why?"
He smiled: "Whoever will marry you, I will kill him."
He said: "You always want to hear me say you like you, but, baby, how are you going to make me like you more than now?"