It does seem to be Rong Yan.
Chen Yunyun only saw a profile view, but the sharply defined jawline was so familiar.
She almost involuntarily chased after him, grabbing his sleeve, "Rong Yan?"
The man turned around and his features were clearly seen.
His eyebrows do indeed bear some resemblance to Rong Yan's.
But he is not Rong Yan.
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
Chen Yunyun tried to leave, but the man blocked her way.
Rong Yu raised an eyebrow, his face incredibly alluring. "Miss, were you looking for my brother just now?"
The man's tone was effeminate, and his demeanor was the complete opposite of Rong Yan's.
Chen Yunyun had a bad feeling. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
"Miss, do you think you can just walk away?" Rong Yu rolled up his sleeves, making a blatant threat.
Just as Chen Yunyun was about to speak, she realized that something seemed to be stuck to her lips, making it impossible for her to open them.
She opened her eyes wide; this was the same spell Rong Yan had used before.
The man in front of me is really Rong Yan's younger brother!
Chen Yunyun became more vigilant, having learned some about Rong Yan's background in her dream.
The man in front of them should be Rong Yan's half-brother, and their relationship is not harmonious.
Chen Yunyun thought to herself, "Oh no, what terrible luck I have."
"System, is there anything I can use to escape?"
The system looked at Chen Yunyun's negative integral and gave a negative answer.
"Miss, don't be so nervous. This is a new society now. I won't do anything to you."
Rong Yu winked at Chen Yunyun and led her to the third floor of the hospital.
"Here, take the person away, and remember to settle the medical bills."
Rong Yu opened the door, but refused to take a step inside, as if there were some ferocious beasts inside.
He left as soon as he finished speaking, as if afraid that Chen Yunyun would change her mind.
The man on the hospital bed was tall and slender, wearing sandalwood beads on his hands.
He lay on the hospital bed, his body as cold as a corpse.
"Mmm..." Rong Yan!
That damned Rong Yu, why didn't he open her mouth before he left? She couldn't speak!
It had only been half a year since I last met Rong Yan, how come he looked so haggard?
The protective scale in his arms seemed to sense its master's presence, slowly warming up and becoming scorching hot, with gentle streams of spiritual energy flowing into Rong Yan's body.
Rong Yu walked too fast and didn't have time to ask him what had happened.
Chen Yunyun had no choice but to call a nurse.
You mean room number 1?
"I've been living here for over a month and haven't paid a single penny."
"He's been on glucose drips every day and hasn't woken up yet; he might have suffered a brain injury."
Wait a minute, Rong Yan is a dragon, is it really okay to give him glucose?
Chen Yunyun completed the discharge procedures. She didn't know what Rong Yu had told the hospital, but Rong Yan was given all the best medicine, and the medical expenses and hospitalization fees alone cost several hundred yuan.
Chen Yunyun stayed in Beijing for a month, helping Professor Xue solve one research problem after another. When Chen Yunyun said she wanted to go back, Professor Xue refused and insisted on taking her as his last disciple.
Having no other choice, Chen Yunyun had to accept a nominal position with Old Xue.
Mr. Shu from next door recovered from his illness and went back home from the hospital. He seemed to be in much better spirits than before.
Although he was a bit thin, he persisted in writing every night, and as soon as it got light, he would hide the manuscript under the persimmon tree.
The two courtyards were separated by a wall, and there was a dog hole in the corner of the wall that people could pass through. When there was nothing to do, it was covered with a stack of firewood, so no one noticed it.
The two persimmon trees in his yard bore a lot of fruit, and he secretly picked the first batch and delivered it to Chen Yunyun's house.
Chen Yunyun and the children tasted it; it was very sweet.
The two families grew closer, and Madam Hu even said she wanted to take Xu Jingsheng as her disciple.
Madam Hu was a master painter; her paintings were exceptionally beautiful.
Xu Jingsheng was only two years old and couldn't even hold a pen steadily, but he learned to paint from Mrs. Hu and actually became quite good at it.
Mrs. Hu smiled and said, "This child is talented."
I gave him quite a few picture books, enough for him to practice for three to five years.
The world is tough, and Mr. Shu and Mrs. Hu are barely able to take care of themselves. When Chen Yunyun returns to Beijing next time, it's uncertain whether they will ever meet again.
Before Chen Yunyun left, the two families had a meal together.
Right under that persimmon tree, a wire mesh was set up for an open-air barbecue.
A hot soup was simmering in a small honeycomb briquette stove next to it.
The soft, sweet potatoes were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, while the locally sourced green leafy vegetables wrapped around slices of pork belly were incredibly fragrant. The group ate with gusto, their mouths greasy with oil.
The children drank hot soup, while Chen Yunyun and Mrs. Shu Lao Hu drank strong liquor.
While everyone was drunk, Chen Yunyun hid several hundred yuan under the persimmon tree.
The next day, when Mr. Shu went to pick up the manuscript from the usual place, he discovered the money. He wanted to return it, but found that the neighbor's house was empty.
The elderly Mr. Shu, in his sixties, had tears welling up in his eyes. There will surely be a day when things will take a turn for the better!
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