Every little bit becomes a proud character, winning the hearts of all generations
"Girl, if you do it, not only can you leave, you'll be my sister from now on!" The man stood up and added, "But if you can't do it, with so many people here today, you'll have to give me an explanation!"
"It's a deal!" Zhou Ying spoke each word with sonorous and powerful voice.
When Xue Jiuyue arrived, he only saw Zhou Ying's weak body carrying the unconscious Ke Yike walking out.
"I'm sorry, it's all a misunderstanding. The fault is mine. I will do my best to help you in the future!" "Ma Saner" apologized with a guilty look on his face and respectfully handed over a business card, leaving Xue Jiuyue completely confused.
"Sister Yue, let's go, it's okay!"
"Help me carry it!" "Ma Saer" turned around and shouted!
Although Xue Jiuyue had already helped Zhou Ying vomit once in a public toilet they passed by, Zhou Ying still couldn't hold on and fainted as soon as they got in the car. Xue Jiuyue called "120" while taking them to the nearest hospital.
When Ke Yike woke up with an IV drip, Xue Jiuyue shone her divine light into his frail body, bringing a spring to life in the dry desert.
"Ahem, Sister Yue, thank you for saving me." After seeing the situation clearly, Ke Yike coughed weakly twice and expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome!" Xue Jiuyue didn't say much.
"Is the trouble solved?"
"After we finished drinking, 'Ma Saner' said we'd be friends from now on! So it's resolved." Xue Jiuyue spoke briefly, simply because the last words Zhou Ying said as she leaned over her shoulder were: "Please don't tell anyone!"
These words were soft, and Zhou Ying was very drunk at the time, seeming weak. But they also revealed a rugged pride that made Xue Jiuyue feel distressed. Xue Jiuyue didn't respond at the time, and even if she did, Zhou Ying probably wouldn't have heard it, but the promise was engraved in her heart.
"You, you..." Ke Yiwei thought Xue Jiuyue had finished the rest of the wine for him. He was so moved that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he managed to utter words that were not enough to express himself, "You have a huge capacity!"
But what Ke Yike didn't know was that Zhou Ying was now lying in the next room, also receiving an IV.
Later, Xue Jiuyue privately asked Zhou Ying why she had to hide it.
“If I could have love, I hope it would be the purest emotion, pure and spotless, without any other factors, including gratitude!”
Zhou Ying's sweet voice spoke pure white words, so white that there was not a trace of blood, so white that it put all the flaws in the world to shame...
"Are you talking about that 'Ma Saner'?" Zhou Ying's candy-like voice spoke first, interrupting Xue Jiuyue's memories.
"Well, later I made some inquiries. He's a foreman and a very loyal man. He has a wide network of contacts and knows many people from all walks of life. I think he should know that 'scumbag' and might be able to help us!"
"The last matter was finally resolved. The idea of 'being friends' might not be believable. Besides, can you find him? Or should we think of other ways?" Zhou Ying was very worried.
"It's okay. A lot of people at the 'Sahuaner' we often go to know him. If you ask around, you'll find out he has a very good reputation!"
"Let's put it this way. Since he is a contractor, Xiao Nian and the others should be able to talk to him more easily, and maybe they can get to know him in a roundabout way. Don't you think so, Xiao Nian?" Seeing that Ke Yike had made up his mind, Xue Jiuyue passed the opportunity to Qiu Nian.
"Well, 'Ma Saner', right? I have heard of it. A lot of work in our company is done by their construction team. I will go to him early tomorrow morning and I should be able to get it done!" Qiu Nian looked enlightened, and even Xue Jiuyue could hardly tell whether it was true or not.
"I'll go with you, Xiaonian." Qian Jianjun seemed to have heard the hidden meaning in Xue Jiuyue's words.
"No need, Brother Jun, I can do it myself! Let me exert the pressure of Party A!" Qiu Nian said naively, letting Qingsong quietly sneak into the slightly depressing atmosphere.
"Well, then, I wish you immediate success! Go!" Qian Jianjun took the opportunity to stir up a gust of wind, wiping away some of the comfort that should have been present on this night...
If it weren't for the absolute last resort, Ke Yike wouldn't have bothered to go see that "friend." After all, that "story" had nearly become an "accident." For months afterward, he couldn't bear to see the word "alcohol." Even the mere thought of it made his stomach churn. If it weren't for the extra cash he was making from bartending, he might have given up drinking.
"Misfortunes often bring blessings!" Fortunately, because of that incident, Xue Jiuyue knew his situation and lent him enough money to pay for his mother's surgery. Finally, his mother's stubborn illness that had lasted for so many years was cured, and his family was completely freed from the money shredder.
Although he still owed Xue Jiuyue a considerable debt, with his hard work, he would be able to pay it off in a few years. What's more, Xue Jiuyue often found ways to give him bonuses.
But none of these can compare to the shadow that is engraved into the heart in the haziness after waking up from being drunk. It is like a firework picked from the darkness, illuminating the lost path in the long night.
However, the shadow did not appear today, leaving Ke Yike feeling even emptier than during this leisurely weekend.
"Ying'er?" A habitual call sounded inadvertently.
“Not coming!”
Lin Yiyi's simplicity is firm and sober.
"oh!"
Ke Yike then remembered that Lin Yiyi had told him early in the morning that Xue Jiuyue had asked Zhou Ying to go out and research the market.
Zhou Ying returned before lunch. She brought back news: "Sister Yue called me and said she'll be coming over for lunch. If possible, we can go play basketball in the evening!"
Sure enough, Xue Jiuyue personally confirmed the news not long after, and Ke Yike could once again spend his day filled with anticipation and enthusiasm. After all, the singing, dancing, basketball, and the alluring fireworks from the roadside shops, brewed into an intoxicating aroma that could permeate his dreams.
The dream is awakened by the gradually brightening sky and the sound of birdsong, which carries the fragrance of flowers. I get up and roll up the curtains. The fresh sunlight filters through the screen window, seeping into the still lazy light and shadow.
A glance in the mirror showed me only ruffled green clouds, and the "butterfly powder and bee yellow" had faded into a line of ruby-like pillow marks.
Draw water from the well and wash yourself clean. Then, facing the bronze mirror, you put on your phoenix bun, apply powder to your face, and paint your eyebrows with indigo. In the breeze, a figure appears in the bronze mirror.
"I'll do it, okay?"
The misty voice made these simple words linger in the ears, making people feel itchy and unbearable, and they could only nod shyly.
As if lifted by clouds, his jade-like face tilted upwards, revealing his beloved's slender, fair complexion, his entire body radiant yet not dazzling. He was as delicately cut and polished as a jade, as gentle and smooth as warm jade. At this moment, his eyes, bright as stars and crystal, were meticulously maintaining a sense of clarity amidst his intoxication.
Those eyes were clear, bright, and bottomless, capable of reflecting one's own reflection. They were the only thing that remained there. Safety, warmth, and a sense of security flowed out from those pure eyes, caressing and stirring a lingering feeling.
He gazed at it for a long time, as if unable to appreciate it enough, hesitant, or perhaps carefully composing a picture. Then he began to write, soft or strong, stagnant or smooth, all permeated with the scent of aged ink from a scroll, as he wrote Polygala tenuifolia, Angelica sinensis, Forsythia suspensa, Coix lachryma-jobi... Each herb, capable of healing and saving lives, formed a delicate and winding scene within the small space, like a gentle glance, blocking the fragrant willow breeze that lingered here.
Ming is a doctor who saves people. Although his medical skills are not enough to bring the dead back to life or turn bones into flesh, he is proficient in "looking, listening, asking and feeling".
There is still a trace of the scholar's green robe in his bones, which, after drinking, diffuses with the sound of the piano into Huan Xi Sha, Dian Jiang Chun, Juan Zhu Lian, Gui Zhi Xiang... One ethereal and beautiful poem after another, and when the last rhyme lingers, a drop of the past is dropped, hiding the old times of flat and uneven rhythms.
Perhaps he was tired of the vulgarity of the city life, so he settled in the wilderness, just to covet the leisurely view...
"It's done!" The low whisper gently returned to his thoughts, and the two smiling faces were reflected back in the mirror.
Her peerless beauty was given an ethereal air by her two dark eyebrows that looked like distant mountains.
"Ming." It's more like a call and a whisper, the voice of a heart that can't get enough of thinking about you.
"Um."
"bright?"
"Um?"
"When did you learn to draw a thrush?"
"After meeting you."
Yes, I once caught a glimpse of Ming peering furtively from the corner of a bronze mirror. I thought it was her captivating beauty that captivated me, but who could have imagined it would plant a deep, infatuated heart? Those two eyebrows, as elegant as the years and days, are worth all the vicissitudes of life.
"bright?"
"Um?"
"Promise me that you will only draw eyebrows for me in this life, okay?"
"No." His fingertips slid down from his forehead to his earlobe. It was like a provocation, a teasing, yet filled with deep affection. "For eternity, huh."
The melody close to my ears is soft as a feather, delicate and penetrating, yet it engraves the world's most beautiful words on the surface of time. The lingering sound is like the blank space in a painting, embedding the purest words of the heart in the rolling cycle of life...
I also wanted to offer my sincere heart in response. I searched among the boxes and unfolded a white shirt embroidered with silver thread, and put it on my beloved.
The stitching is not very neat, with occasional dark red spots like Xiangfei bamboo.
"I just learned..."
Her lips parted, unable to speak fully, before they were clamped shut by a pair of lips, soft as jade, yet intoxicating enough to make one's head spin.
The door of Song's pharmacy was closed by a gust of wind.
Soft and tender, it transforms the morning light into a graceful mist, like a winding stream in the distance, like the most pointed buds on the tea tree before the rain...
I don't want to wake, my closed eyelids like clasped fingers, reluctant to part. In the darkness, I savor the lingering aftertaste, a thousand years intoxicated still. Are the tears lingering in the corners of my eyes a sign of emotion? A sign of sadness? Or perhaps a brew of a thousand-year-old wine?
It falls gently, like the slip of fingertips, but there is no longer the sound engraved on time, "It is for generations to come, oh."
So the teardrop from a thousand years later joined the one from a thousand years ago.
"Are you awake?" The timely voice lacked the lingering feeling of the misty rain, nor the willow breeze that rippled the sleeves and embroidered handkerchiefs, but the same warmth could still soothe the fluctuating mood.
"Yeah." A soft response was followed by a long silence.
"Didn't you say that you didn't want to recall the pain and wanted to dream about beautiful things? Why do you feel even more depressed?" Liu Che asked puzzledly.
"I was wrong! When you wake up from a nightmare, you will feel, fortunately it was just a dream. But when you wake up from a beautiful dream, you will be filled with resentment and loss." Xue Jiuyue sorted out his thoughts and emotions and said slowly.
"That reminds me of a story. Do you want to hear it?"
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