Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Fang Shimian sat upright, expressing...
Fang Shimian sat upright, his expression very serious: "Just...don't look at it anymore, does it still hurt?"
There was a faint scent of incense in the car, a smell I had never smelled before.
Huo Zhongshan seemed to be quite regretful, and said slowly: "If you are in a good mood, you won't feel any pain."
"Ah? Oh..."
What kind of wound will be painful or not depending on emotions? I have only heard that the stomach is an emotional organ.
Fang Shimian vaguely sensed that Huo Zhongshan's attitude towards him had changed, and the atmosphere between the two seemed to be more relaxed, but he was uncertain.
"If you feel pain when you're in a bad mood... that means you haven't been cured yet, right? The doctors at Anhe are very good, you can ask them to check you out again."
The young man had a serious look on his face, and it was obvious that he felt it was a bit outrageous but was also worried that it was true, which made people feel itchy.
Huo Zhongshan's expression slightly changed, and he stroked lightly with his fingertips: "Next time you are on leave, accompany me for a checkup. Help me watch them and check them carefully."
Fang Shimian thought for a moment, his eyes full of doubts: "They dare not be devoted to the big boss?"
Under normal circumstances, no matter what position you are in, the service will be the most thoughtful and comprehensive only when the boss comes to inspect or experience it. It is common to be perfunctory to customers, but it is a bit unreasonable to be perfunctory to the boss.
However, if the medical staff of Anhe heard this, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood and cry out for injustice. Anhe's salary is the highest in the industry, but the requirements are also extremely harsh. Except for special wards, other places are basically fully covered by surveillance, and there is a strict reporting mechanism internally, so it is impossible for them to be perfunctory towards any patient.
Just at this moment, a notification sound came from Huo Zhongshan's cell phone.
The man calmly picked up his phone and replied to the message without answering the other party's question.
The road down the mountain was winding, and the two of them leaned their arms and thighs against each other, feeling warm. The heater in the car was turned on very high. After a day of hard work, Fang Shimian was sleepy and hungry. At the beginning, he could still hold on to look at the scenery along the way, but he fell asleep in the second half.
But when he realized that he was about to fall asleep, he carefully moved to the side and tilted his head to the other side, trying not to touch others.
Mr. Fang, who is strict with himself, also has a good sense of propriety even after falling asleep.
Huo Zhongshan waited until the people around him fell into a deep sleep before he turned off his cell phone and threw it aside, then reached out and pulled the person in his arms to sleep.
He touched the boy's soft face, and waited until the sleeping little thing frowned and looked a little unhappy, then he chuckled and turned to ruffle his short, thick black hair.
Fang Shimian seemed to have finally found a sleeping position that was comfortable enough, and he consciously leaned his head on Huo Zhongshan's shoulder.
I don’t know how long it was, but when the car made a very sharp turn, Fang Shimian was suddenly awakened.
He heard the driver speaking with a serious expression, and calmly reported a string of numbers into the intercom. The vehicle drove out of a small road and merged into the main road.
Fang Shimian climbed up from Huo Zhongshan and looked at the bustling city construction outside the window, still a little unresponsive.
He turned to look at Huo Zhongshan, and then slid down along the man's line of sight to his hand that was supporting his chest. He moved it away silently, pretending to be calm and asked, "What happened just now?"
Huo Zhongshan looked out the window and said calmly, "The original road is closed. Let's take another route."
"Oh." Fang Shimian had just woken up and was half dazed and half sleepy. He didn't doubt Huo Zhongshan's words, so he changed the subject and asked what he was most concerned about: "What are we going to eat?"
Huo Zhongshan looked at Fang Shimian. He liked the fact that Fang Shimian didn't ask too many questions, but he was also worried that this guy was too easy to fool. Once someone gave him something delicious, he would lose his mind.
"I'm not greedy." Fang Shimian opened his eyes wide and spoke for himself: "I've been staying in the temple these days and I don't like to eat meat. I feel it's not polite."
After a brief silence, Huo Zhongshan asked, "Is there no meat in the braised beef noodles in the temple?"
Fang Shimian was a little confused: "I think... those black pieces in the vegetable buns don't look like meat."
There are indeed a few excellent vegetarian restaurants in Hai City, and many of the dishes taste just as good as meat. The ingredients of each dish can be found on a tablet in the store, and if you have any questions, the chef will come to explain it to you.
The dishes in this kind of restaurant are small in portion and the presentation is exquisite. Even the rice is a small bowl. Fang Shimian finishes a bowl in two bites, and it becomes awkward to refill the bowl more often.
However, since the two of them were dining in a private room, they didn't have to worry about other people's opinions. Huo Zhongshan was not very interested in this kind of food at first, but the sight of Fang Shimian burying his head in eating his rice could indeed whet the appetite of others. After a few bites, he felt that the taste was indeed quite good.
Like some winter bamboo shoots, after being soaked in thick soup, they still retain their sweetness, crispness and deliciousness. The soup quickly melts in the mouth, leaving a light sweetness.
Huo Zhongshan put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites, wiped his hands, looked at Fang Shimian's favorite dishes, and asked someone to add some more.
The menu here is updated according to seasonal changes, and the daily supply is limited. It usually takes about a month to make a reservation, and the event spots posted on the platform are notoriously hard to grab.
This store is also a subsidiary of the group and has good revenue. In recent years, people have paid more and more attention to healthy eating, and this brand has established a firm foothold in many cities.
The two had almost finished their meal, but the waiter for the bill had not come yet, so the person in charge of the restaurant came over.
This man is also from the side branch of the Huo family. He is quite old and was very excited when he saw Huo Zhongshan.
This year, his family was not eligible to be invited to the dinner at the Huo family's old house, and could only attend the family gathering at the Huo family's estate in the south.
Today, he heard the manager in charge of this store say that Huo Zhongshan was bringing people here. He was originally drinking with a few good suppliers, but upon hearing this, he rushed over without stopping, fearing that he would miss this hard-earned opportunity to meet.
Fang Shimian looked at the people around him who were rushing to come forward to talk to him. The flattering words and envious eyes seemed to be looking through his appearance to see the power beneath his mood.
The bodyguards in black approached and stopped some of the people.
Huo Zhongshan, however, seemed to be accustomed to it, his expression did not fluctuate greatly, he responded with a few words and left with Fang Shimian.
In fact, Fang Shimian only knew that Huo Zhongshan was the president of Hengshi so far. Zhu Ze mentioned this to Fang Shimian when they were having hot pot a few years ago. There were many factions in Hengshi's senior management, and the management was very chaotic. Several diehards on the group's board of directors were very difficult to deal with. The position of the president of Hengshi was even more difficult. Many powers were in name only and could not be exerted or changed. In addition, he had to bear tremendous pressure that ordinary people could not bear.
When Fang Shimian first heard it, he just thought it was Zhu Ze's complaint and didn't take it seriously. But now, thinking about it, Huo Zhongshan must have suffered a lot behind the scenes to be able to stand in front of others so gloriously.
When getting in the car, the security team suggested that they send someone alone to take Fang Shimian back, but this plan was rejected by the young bodyguard before it even reached Huo Zhongshan.
The young man seemed to have a superior status among the bodyguards. After he made the decision, the others did not complain at all and quickly arranged the route and set up guards along the way.
However, Fang Shimian took the initiative to suggest that he could take a taxi up the mountain. Huo Zhongshan did not comment, but just grabbed the man and put him in the car.
Fang Shimian was in high spirits at the moment. Looking at the darkening sky, he suddenly thought, "I didn't see Mr. Ke with you today."
Huo Zhongshan: "Vacation."
Fang Shimian then remembered that it was still Chinese New Year and that large companies like theirs should have annual holidays, so he nodded and continued to ask, "Is Brother Zhu no longer working at Hengshi?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Zhongshan looked up at him with a dignified look, "Why are you asking him?"
Fang Shimian touched his eyes. "Last time I went to his office, it seemed he was no longer in Hengshi Building...Did you have a fight?"
Fang Shimian recalled that Zhu Ze was drunk and crazy in the monitoring room that day. It was probably because he had a quarrel with Huo Zhongshan, so he came to him to vent his anger and said bad things about Huo Zhongshan.
Huo Zhongshan's expression relaxed a little, and he said simply: "Conflict of interest."
"How many days will you stay in Baoyin Temple?"
The air conditioner in the car was at a high temperature. Fang Shimian was wearing thick clothes and had eaten a lot, so he felt a little stuffy. "We have to stay here for three more days. There are many pilgrims during this period, so there is a shortage of people on the mountain."
Huo Zhongshan: "You like it here very much."
Fang Shimian was stunned for a moment, as if he was lost in some past events. After a long while, he said softly, "I stayed here for a few days before... I felt very good."
The temperature in the mountains is low at night and it is still snowing. The mountain road to Baoyin Temple was built with government funding. As a major focus of cultural and tourism promotion, the road is wide and there are lush vegetation along the way. The snow presses on the plants, and animals shuttle through the bushes from time to time, making noises, causing the snow on the tall treetops to fall down.
The car was parked directly behind the teahouse. There was a tiny gap in the small door, letting in a faint yellow light.
Fang Shimian got out of the car, said goodbye to Huo Zhongshan, and quietly pushed open the small wooden door.
An Guo was reading a book on a small wooden bench behind the door. When Fang Shimian came back, he closed the book, opened his phone and checked the time. "Next time you go down the mountain, tell me in advance."
"Got it, Senior Brother." Fang Shimian and An Guo walked in side by side, and asked with a smile, "Senior Brother, are you waiting for me?"
An Guo nodded, "I'm not too sure."
At this moment, the time for evening prayers and chanting sutras has passed. The temple is very quiet at night. The lights are on in the main hall, and the eternal lamp in the incense burner outside is watched over by a special brother. The bright flame flashes in the snowy night, just like the never-extinguished wish in the heart of the person who lights the lamp.
On the day of going down the mountain, Fang Shimian spent 999 yuan to light an eternal lamp outside the Ksitigarbha Hall and carefully wrote his name. An Guo tied a red rope around his wrist that had been blessed by chanting sutras in front of the Buddha.
Before leaving, Fang Shimian donated another two thousand yuan to the temple, then ran to An Guo's single dormitory as if he knew the place well, and placed one thousand yuan in cash on the table beside his bed.
Xu Long rode his big motorcycle up the mountain to pick up Fang Shimian and take him home.
It was just that the wind was strong on the road, and when they arrived at the community, they were both very cold. They only recovered after they were roasted in front of Xu Long's electric oven and the smell of burnt food.
After Fang Shimian finished the game, he turned off the electric oven to check what was burnt. After searching for a long time, he looked down and found that Xu Long's shoes had changed color.
The next day, Xu Long asked for leave and didn't come to work because he had two large blisters on his feet.
Coincidentally, someone from the Order Department asked for leave today, so no one came down to replace Xu Long, so Fang Shimian had to go to work alone.
Although Xu Long did not come, he remotely asked the day shift patrol to come to the monitoring room to replace Fang Shimian for breakfast. Those people were happy to do so. The day shift was made up of young men who were happy to stay idle in the monitoring room, take out their mobile phones to play games, and asked Fang Shimian to come back later and eat more.
Fang Shimian bought some steamed buns and soy milk and went back to the community bulletin board to sit and eat. The gray and white kitten ran out, rubbed against Fang Shimian's feet twice, and made a small purring sound.
The little guy grew up a little, he was very thin and clean.
Fang Shimian broke open the meat bun, found a piece of paper to put on the ground, put half of the bun on the paper, and let some of the meat filling fall out.
The kitten ate the filling first. The bun skin was a bit thick, so it took a few bites and then looked up at the other half of the bun in Fang Shimian's hand.
Fang Shimian squatted on the ground, poured the bun filling onto the paper, and ate the skin in two bites.
After eating, the kitten licked its paws, raised its furry head and looked in one direction.
Fang Shimian folded his hands in front of his knees and looked in that direction.
Not far away, there was an auntie holding a baby and coaxing him. She gently rocked the child in her arms, pointed out the flowers in the sun to the child, and let the child's tender little hands touch the natural world.
When Huo Zhongshan was brought here by the property management executives for a visit and inspection, he saw Fang Shimian from afar.
The boy in uniform and the kitten squatted quietly together, covered by the shadow of the bulletin board. The cat and the man were motionless, looking in the same direction, which was a mother holding her child in the warm winter sun.
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