Normal non-essential heartbeat

The IV drip really worked, and Shen Roujiao never had a fever again. However, after two days of lifting water, which was the easiest task, her hands still had blisters.

On the morning of the fourth day of digging the reservoir, Zhang Qingjun appeared outside the tent. When Mahuazhen saw him for the first time, he did not recognize him.

On this day, Zhang Qingjun was not wearing a military uniform. Instead, he wore a brand new white shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing the outline of his large pectoral muscles. He looked casual but was actually very calculating. He wore black straight-leg trousers, which were straight and stylish, and tied with a black leather belt. His overall figure, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, paired with leather shoes, instantly transformed him into a handsome and energetic young man.

It complements the wild and unruly look in his expression.

You can see that it took a lot of effort to prepare.

"Captain, are you looking for..." Mahua Braid pointed at the tent, referring to Shen Roujiao who had not come out yet.

"Yes. Take her for a follow-up check." When Zhang Qingjun handed the situation to the school leader, he emphasized that the doctor required a follow-up check in a few days, as he was concerned that scars would be left.

Two minutes later, Shen Roujiao walked out of the tent with a group of curious eyes. After taking a close look at Zhang Qingjun, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: If he was born thirty years later, there would be no place for the man next door.

"They," Shen Roujiao pointed at the little heads sticking out of the tent behind her, raised the corners of her lips and praised: "They think you look like a movie star, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall figure, and handsome looks!"

The tent was closed, and bursts of cute and lively laughter came from inside.

"What about you?" Zhang Qingjun put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked straight into Shen Roujiao's eyes, and carefully read the slightly pink blush on her cheeks.

"Very handsome!" He didn't look away, and his exaggeration was sincere and official.

Even if there was a rotten and dead place somewhere in her heart and it was briefly resurrected, it would be quickly wiped out by Shen Roujiao. She didn't need this normal and unnecessary heartbeat, not at all.

"Let's go for a checkup." Zhang Qingjun said coldly and turned around.

The two of them quickly left the tent area and walked towards the exit of the construction site. Halfway, Zhang Qingjun stopped, looked back and saw Shen Roujiao following one meter behind him.

He frowned slightly, tapped his chin and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I think it's not necessary to recheck this injury." Shen Roujiao lied. She was actually thinking: What is the reason for Zhang Qingjun's new look? It can be related to many things, as long as it has nothing to do with her.

"So do you still want to go?" Zhang Qingjun asked casually, leaning sideways and raising an arm to stop her from moving forward.

"Go! Hehe." She bypassed the arm blocking the way, walked to the front, and said slowly: "The two village secretaries are still waiting for me."

Looking at Shen Roujiao's back, Zhang Qingjun's dark eyes darkened: Does she look down on her scandalous boyfriend so much?

At the exit of the construction site, a military green Beijing Jeep was parked by the roadside. Standing at the door was a scholar wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed exactly like Zhang Qingjun, except that he had two pens in his shirt pockets.

The two men are about the same height, but their temperaments are worlds apart. One is a scholar, the other a warrior, and both exude a noble and elite air.

"Wu Yi, my childhood friend! Shen Roujiao, my friend!" Zhang Qingjun introduced them to each other.

"Shen, Roujiao?" Wu Yi called her name again and again with suspicion. His eyes moved around Shen Roujiao's face for several times before he extended his hand. "Hello."

The man looked at her strangely, as if they had known each other before, but Shen Roujiao searched every corner of her mind but could not find any information about this man.

She didn't know him.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Shen, Rou, Jiao, please take care of me." The two shook hands lightly.

"Get in the car!" Zhang Qingjun opened the back door and signaled Shen Roujiao to take a seat.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, but I'm used to sitting over there." As she spoke, she walked around the rear of the car to the other side, opened the door herself, and sat in swiftly.

Outside the car, Zhang Qingjun was stunned and did not close the door awkwardly. Wu Yi patted him on the shoulder, got into the passenger seat, turned around and said to Shen Roujiao in the back seat: "I am off today, so I just happened to go around with you guys. Don't be angry with Qingjun."

!

"No, no. I'm not mad at him." There was a loud bang, a scary sound of a door closing. Someone was angry.

After Zhang Qingjun got into the driver's seat, Shen Roujiao explained in a low voice: "I'm just not used to other people opening the car door for me. There's nothing else to it."

"No, nobody!" Zhang Qingjun's face in the front row was as cold as his voice.

He treated her as a friend, and she treated him as someone else.

"No..." I wanted to explain, but I couldn't. I couldn't explain that it was someone other than my husband. I really needed to change this bad habit. It was just opening a car door. It's not worth it for such a trivial thing!

"No way, we've been friends since we were little, and this is the first time I see you angry with a little girl, Zhang Qingjun, it's just..." Wu Yi's words were interrupted coldly.

"Shut up!" He glared ahead, started the car, and stepped on the accelerator to express his anger.

Wu Yi, who was sitting on the passenger seat, stared at Zhang Qingjun without blinking and smiled. When did his cool and handsome childhood friend become so good at picking out words? It was just a rumored girlfriend. What would happen if she was a real girlfriend?

In view of the fact that the current atmosphere was really troublesome, Shen Roujiao sat obediently in the back seat, not saying a word and not daring to look at Zhang Qingjun.

After a while, Wu Yi in the front row suddenly asked, "Zhou Huaiyue, do you know him?"

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Zhang Qingjun and Shen Roujiao were shocked at the same time!

"Yes, he is an educated youth from our village." Shen Roujiao guessed Wu Yi's identity. How could he know Zhou Huaiyue?

"He said that you two had done medicinal materials business together." Wu Yi added, but still stopped at the point and didn't say much more.

"Well, he is my master. We dig herbs together and sell them. Brother Wu, do you know him?" Shen Roujiao, who was a businessman in her previous life, was most afraid of dealing with such people. They only spoke half of what they said and kept the other half, were cunning and scheming, and were basically people from government agencies.

"We know each other, I guess. He's a good painter and his calligraphy is pretty good too!" Wu Yi saw from the rearview mirror that Shen Roujiao's mouth corners were obviously raised. The next second, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

Because Zhou Huaiyue has only one work that has both painting and words, and that is the painting of "Ganqi Ziying", and the words are written by Shen Roujiao.

Teacher Wei said that the painting was taken away by the principal himself and given away as a gift of a student's masterpiece. As for who it was given to, no one knew. Zhou Huaiyue was taken away by people from the municipal government at the county public security bureau.

The Wu in front of him had seen Zhou Huaiyue and the painting before, so he must be someone close to Mayor Lu, so there was only one possibility.

"Are you Secretary Wu?!" Shen Roujiao didn't dare to call him Brother Wu anymore and switched to honorifics.

"Just call me Brother Wu. We are all friends. There's no need for you to be so distant." Wu Yi confirmed her guess.

The rest of the journey basically revolved around Zhou Huaiyue, and Shen Roujiao's doubts were finally all resolved by Secretary Wu.

Finally, Shen Roujiao tried to talk to Zhang Qingjun, "Brother Zhang, although Master Zhou has a bad temper, he has never hit me." Gu Changgeng would never tell lies and deliberately stir up trouble.

"Didn't you cry and complain that he pushed you hard?" Zhang Qingjun quickly turned around and glanced at Shen Roujiao, whose head was full of questions, and knew that she must have forgotten it long ago. At that time, she was so confused by the fever that she took a long time to recognize him.

"You had a fever and dreamed about it." He shook his head and reminded.

“Oh oh oh! Dreams are all fake.” He pretended to remember something, but in fact he had no memory at all.

Zhang Qingjun sneered, his expression still not looking good, "Humph, beating someone up in a dream is not okay! If you dare to hit someone up in a dream, you will definitely hit someone up in real life."

It’s hard to comment.

Wu Yi patted his shoulder again and said secretly, "Oh, you are too overbearing. It's not enough for you to control everything, you even want to control other people's dreams. You are really something."

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!

His childhood friend would not really take the joke seriously. The scandal was spread by Zhang Qingjie: saying that his 20-yuan Phoenix bicycle broke his brother's curse of being a bachelor for life, and his girlfriend was quite capable.

Wu Yi thought of this and switched her gaze back and forth between the two of them. The more she looked, the more she felt something was not right. Could it be that Zhang Qingjun asked those questions about his career change just because of her?

It’s terrifying to think about it.

…

The car arrived at the village clinic. Shen Roujiao went in alone for a follow-up consultation, while Zhang Qingjun and Wu Yi stood in the yard waiting.

"Tell me the truth, why do you want to change your career? You're going to be promoted soon. If you change your career now, all your efforts over the years will be wasted." Wu Yi's expression was extremely serious when he spoke. The choice is more important than the effort, and taking sides is more important than the effort. He couldn't just watch his childhood friend make a fool of himself.

"I'm just asking a few questions. Don't take it seriously." Zhang Qingjun put his hands in his pockets with a calm expression.

"That would be great. Lu Shi said that there will be a rare opportunity to go to Tibet after the New Year. If you can get it, you can work there for two years. Whether you are promoted to deputy regiment level or return to the local government, it will be good for your development." Wu Yi was most afraid of the calm Zhang Qingjun. The calmer he was, the more determined he was in his decisions.

No matter what anyone says or how much they persuade me, it's useless.

"My dad said so, and I know what I'm doing." Zhang Qingjun looked back at the clinic, and it would take some time before he could make up his mind.

"What are you looking at? You have no idea. I think you are possessed by a ghost and blind. Can't you hear that the girl has someone else in her heart? Zhou Huaiyue gave up and returned to Beijing for her. You have no chance, don't think about it and waste your bright future."

Wu Zhi could never have imagined that Zhang Qingjun, who had always been clear-headed and career-oriented, was actually a big fool with no sense of love.

And Zhou Huaiyue was even more confused. Lu Qinglan saw what he was thinking and advised him to go back to Beijing directly after finding his father, and not to return to Hedong Village. As for the procedures for returning to the city, they would help him with everything. After a long and earnest explanation, Zhou Huaiyue said that he would not go back.

In Hedong Village, apart from Shen Roujiao, whom he risked his life to protect, what else could hold him back?

"Really?" Zhang Qingjun only replied with two words.

There is a fatal attraction to not believing in evil.

…

In the clinic, after changing the gauze, the doctor said that the wound on her shoulder was healing well and that she just needed to continue changing the dressing every day before a scab formed.

The doctor scanned her hands and found blisters all over them. She said they were caused by lifting water. The doctor looked puzzled and said, "You are a villager, but you really can't do any work."

Indeed it is.

For Shen Roujiao, doing farm work is much harder and more difficult than making money.

…

The three of them walked out of the village clinic and saw a group of people gathered outside the jeep. They were all villagers who were curious about the vehicle. When they found Shen Roujiao fighting with weapons, they immediately surrounded her and asked about collecting medicinal materials.

As soon as they heard that she was going to look for Secretary Chen, they all swarmed into the secretary's yard.

At this moment, Secretary Chen was wearing reading glasses and looking at the weight of angelica root reported by each household. The total weight was 600 kilograms, which was still 400 kilograms short.

Just when he was worrying about what to do, Shen Roujiao showed up with a good idea to make up the bill.