Lianliankan

Chapter 90: Straight Talk
Hearing that Aunt Qiao's words were getting more and more outrageous, Li Suhua hurriedly interrupted her: "Okay, Mama Chunyan, please don't say a few words, we are in charge of Rong'er's affairs, so let's stop making fooling around. "

As soon as Li Suhua finished speaking, Zhou Rong came out of the room and said, "Mom, it's this age, I don't like my parents' orders for a long time, I have to decide my own affairs."

After finishing speaking, she greeted Aunt Qiao again, and then went out.

Seeing her daughter's turmoil, Li Suhua complained to Aunt Qiao: "Look at this girl, we have raised her for nothing, and now we want to take care of her, so we just make her talk so much."

"Your family, Bingyi and Zhou Rong, are educated and know a lot. You don't need to worry about it. In my opinion, you should pay more attention to Bingkun."

"I understand what you mean. To tell you the truth, I also like Chunyan very much, but Kun'er..."

Not to mention how Li Suhua was worried about his family's lifelong event, but Zhou Rong left the house, turned a corner and came to Zhao Ye's house, knocking on two crumbling wooden doors.

Then, Zhao Ye's impatient voice came from inside the room: "Who is it?"

Zhou Rong said confidently: "I, Zhou Rong, open the door quickly!"

"Why are you crazy so early in the morning, I don't have any clothes on, I'll talk about it later."

When Zhou Rong heard this, she didn't bother to speak again, and continued to fight with the door. With the sound of "boom, bang" like raindrops, Zhao Ye really couldn't sleep anymore, and soon opened the door from the inside with a stinky face. .

"Elder Sister, what are you doing? I came back in the middle of the night last night. It took me a lot of effort to warm up the bed, but you came to make trouble, isn't it too wicked?"

"Who is your eldest sister? I am obviously two months younger than you."

Zhou Rong turned a blind eye to Zhao Ye's expression, slipped into the room from under his arm, went to the kang, reached out to touch it, lifted the thin quilt, frowned and said:

"You said I was crazy, I think you are crazy! It was so cold last night, it's fine if you don't burn the kang, why don't you add a thicker quilt?"

Zhao Ye, who came in behind, climbed onto the kang again, turned his back to Zhou Rong and said, "Don't mention it, I only found out when I came back last night that some short-lived ghost broke the lock of my house. Thank God for finding this quilt !"

It was only after Zhou Rong heard the words that she realized that the room was empty, except for a few broken bowls and a box scattered on the ground, the tables, chairs and cabinets were all gone.

"Who did it? It's too wicked. It almost emptied your house. No, I'll go to Uncle Gong and let him find a way to catch this thief."

Zhou Rong had just taken two steps, before even leaving the door, when she heard Zhao Ye say, "Forget it, the lost things are worthless anyway, so don't cause trouble for the police!"

"Why does this become troublesome? If you lost something, isn't it a matter of course to report to the police?"

Zhou Rong was very dissatisfied with Zhao Ye's disapproving attitude: "Do you know what your behavior is called? It's..."

"Don't you condone and raise rape, right, Mr. Zhou?"

"Now that you know it, you should take it more seriously."

Zhao Ye was so annoyed that he had no choice but to get up and sit cross-legged on the kang, wrapped the quilt around his shoulders and asked, "Do you see that layer of dust on the ground?"

Zhou Rong nodded: "I see."

"Judging from the thickness of the ash, the item has been lost for at least two or three months, and the chances of finding it are extremely slim. In this case, I went to report the crime, nothing more than making a record at the police station. Is the outer hair useful, why do you think I'm going to waste it?"

"But……"

"Come on, let's talk about what you want from me. Finish talking as soon as possible, so I can get back to sleep!"

Hearing Zhao Ye's words, Zhou Rong suddenly remembered the purpose of her coming, and immediately turned back and sat on the edge of the kang, looked at Zhao Ye with a smile that was not a smile, and asked: "I heard that Gao Xiaoqin has gone to serve in the army, is that true?"

Zhao Ye curled his lips: "Tell me, who has such a big mouth?"

Zhou Rong pushed Zhao Ye, and asked in her mouth: "I'm asking you something, don't change the subject!"

"You know everything, but you still come to ask me. Why, do you want to rub salt in my wound?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to think about it, so I came here to care about you."

"Go and look in the mirror first, change to a credible expression, and then tell me this." Zhao Ye showed disdain on his face, and said with a sneer:

"Also, if you want to see my jokes, then you will be disappointed! Let me tell you this, my buddy has practiced the iron cloth shirt covered with gold bells, and it is indestructible from the inside to the outside. Such a little setback is for me. Say, it's just drizzle!"

Zhou Rong didn't believe this, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything unusual on Zhao Ye's face, so she could only ask the question she cared most about.

"Then what are your plans next?"

Zhao Yeman didn't care and said, "Let's join the team at Wujiatun, what else can we do?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid with me, you know what I mean."

Now that Gao Xiaoqin has left Jichun, Zhao Ye naturally has less scruples, so when he saw Zhou Rong put on a posture of swearing not to give up until he achieves his goal, he simply spoke out.

"Zhou Rong, I won't hide it from you. Before Xiaoqin left, we established a relationship. I can only say sorry for your feelings."

Zhou Rong was surprisingly calm, she didn't make a scene, instead she took her time and said: "You don't need to tell me this, I saw it when I first went to jump the queue, Gao Xiaoqin likes you, and you are also interested in her. So Ah, I'm not surprised that you have come this far."

Seeing Zhou Rong like this, Zhao Ye felt a little uncomfortable. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still couldn't hold back and asked, "You...why are you not angry at all? To be honest, this is a bit uncomfortable. Like you?"

"Then what do you think I should do? Hysterical, making a scene, berating you for being a heartless person?"

Zhou Rong asked a question back, seeing that Zhao Ye couldn't answer, she simply took off her shoes and came to the kang, pulled a piece of quilt to cover her lap, and then said as usual: "Hey, I have a question that I'm holding back. I have been thinking about it for a long time, can you answer me?"

Zhao Ye said vaguely, "Let's listen to what you said first, and then I'll see if I can get back to you."

Zhou Rong hammered Zhao Ye's thigh and resorted to aggressive tactics: "You are still a man, you were not afraid of anything before! Why are you so cowardly today?"

"Stop talking nonsense, what does it matter if you are really cowardly or not?" Zhao Ye would not be easily fooled, and immediately turned against the general: "If you want to talk like that, then I won't listen to it."

As she said that, she made a gesture to lie down again. Seeing this, Zhou Rong quickly grabbed him and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I said it's not enough!"

Zhao Ye showed a complacent expression, as if to say: "Xiao Mian, you are the only one who still fights with me."

Zhou Rong rolled her eyes, told herself not to be angry, and then asked solemnly, "In your heart, what am I like?"

"Then I have to think about it, I have it! You are a flower of our optical film, and you have been excellent in character and learning since you were a child..."

Hearing that the train was running again in Zhao Ye's mouth, Zhou Rong hurriedly interrupted him: "Zhao Ye, be more serious! I'm asking you seriously, and you have to answer me seriously."

"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

"I see you talking nonsense!"

"Okay, then it will be as you wish, I hope you don't get angry for a while." Zhao Ye smiled and said seriously: "How should I put it, you are an idealist in my heart!"

"Idealist?"

Zhao Ye affirmed: "Yes! That's a good way to say it. The bad thing is that you are too selfish and hypocritical. You only care about your own pleasure in doing things, but you never take into account the feelings of others."

Zhou Rong was silent, and said after a long time, "Are you still concerned about Feng Huacheng's matter?"

Zhao Ye said: "It has nothing to do with whether I mind or not, but from this matter, it can be seen that there is something wrong with your conduct. Let's take Feng Huacheng as an example. I have asked you before. Now let me ask you again, what exactly do you see in him?"

Zhou Rong was stunned, and after thinking for a while, she hesitated and said, "Maybe it's talent, you know, I've always liked literature, and Feng Huacheng happened to write good poems, when I first read him When I was writing a work, I felt that the two of us were spiritual confidants, and we developed a feeling of admiration unconsciously."

Zhao Ye shook his head after hearing this: "Look, I'll say you are an idealist, you can't even tell the difference between fantasy and reality. You can't conclude that Feng Huacheng is an idealist just because he writes good poems. A man of noble character, right?"

"Is my idea wrong? Didn't the ancients often talk about poetry to express their ambitions?"

"Okay, since you mentioned the ancients, let me find an ancient person to give you an example. Do you know Ding Wei, a famous treacherous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty?"

Zhou Rong replied honestly: "I don't know."

"Cough, cough!" Zhao Ye choked and coughed a few times, and then sarcastically said, "It's because you claim to love literature!" You must have heard the famous sentence through the ages, right?"

Zhou Rong's eyes lit up, and she consciously caught the loopholes in Zhao Ye's words, gloating and said, "You remember wrongly, it's the grass name Wangyouyou, who's name is smiling and smiling."

"I remember correctly, it's because you have too little experience. The poem you mentioned was adapted by Li Yu, a poet in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. The original poem was written by Ding Wei..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ye slapped his forehead suddenly: "Look at me, I was led astray by you. Who told you this, let's continue to talk about poetry to express our ambitions. Ding Wei left many masterpieces in his life. They were written by Su Dongpo before the Northern Song Dynasty. The most famous great writer is such a person, but he is a big treacherous minister.

In addition to Ding Wei, there are Song Huizong and Tang Empress Cai Jing, etc. Do I need to give another example?Among these people, if you pick any one at random, which one is not a hundred times more talented than Feng Huacheng, but can you say that they are people of high moral character?

So to put it bluntly, you have no brains, you are fooled by others with a few poems, regardless of the age gap, and even severing ties with your family, you still want to throw yourself into your arms, you really don't know what it means! "

Zhou Rong's face was reddened by what was said, and she wanted to find something to refute, but she didn't know where to start, and she was in a hurry. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ye continued to conclude: "In my eyes, you Zhou Rong are simply blind With this pretty face, she has no brains at all, but she still thinks highly of herself."

"I, I fought with you, why do you look down on people so much?"

Zhou Rong was almost mad with anger, but there was nothing she could do with Zhao Ye, so in a hurry, she threw herself on Zhao Ye regardless, tearing and biting at him.

While evading, Zhao Ye said reluctantly: "I can say it or not, but you insist on forcing me to say it, and you are not happy if you tell the truth. You are taking off your pants and farting, it's unnecessary!"

"You just took off your pants and farted! I told you to say yes, but I didn't ask you to slander me?"

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, so you just pretend that I didn't say anything... Oh, you are a dog, how can you bite people? Get up, or I will fight back."

Seeing that Zhou Rong didn't listen, Zhao Ye straightened up and pressed Zhou Rong under him. Their eyes met and they turned their eyes away at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Just when Zhou Rong subconsciously wanted to close her eyes, she heard voices coming from outside.

"It's right here. I've asked someone about it, and there's a family named Zhao nearby."

"Xiao Li knocked on the door, by the way, remember to be polite."

"I understand, Director Zhang."

Hearing that someone was coming, Zhao Ye hurriedly got up from Zhou Rong, turned around and was about to go out to have a look, but Zhou Rong stopped him when he didn't want to. He was puzzled, so she reached out and pulled his collar, reminding: :"neck!"

Only then did Zhao Ye realize that Zhou Rong bit his neck just now, presumably leaving a tooth mark.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

After putting down his harsh words, he picked up the scarf on the top of the kang, wrapped it around his neck, hurried to the door, and bumped into the person who was about to knock on the door.

"Hey, it's you, what's the matter?"

It was none other than Dr. Li from last night. Behind him was a muscular old man in a black tunic suit with gray hair.

Seeing the real master appear, Li Weimin struggled, and finally, under the urging of the old man, he bowed to Zhao Ye and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not good at learning. I apologize to Comrade Zhao Ye."

Zhao Ye didn't respond, but looked past Li Weimin and asked the old man for advice, "I don't know what the old man's name is?"

The old man took two steps forward, held Zhao Ye's hand and said, "I am the director of internal medicine at the Second People's Hospital, Zhang Zhida. I came here uninvited this time for two purposes.

First, let Xiao Li apologize to Mr. Zhao, and take the hospital to thank Mr. Zhao for avoiding a medical accident for us.

Second, I personally would like to ask, what Mr. Zhao performed on that little patient yesterday was Shunzhi Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles? "

Seeing that Zhang Zhida was still so modest and prudent when he stretched out his hand, Zhao Ye put on a smiling face and replied, "There is no need to thank you. Although I am not a doctor, I still understand the truth of the parents of doctors. For your second question, I can only say that you guessed half of it right."

"Oh, would you like to hear more about it?"

"It is true that I performed the Thirteen Guimen Needles, but my set of acupuncture techniques was passed down from Zhang Tianshi at the end of the Han Dynasty, not an improved technique from the Qing Dynasty."

(End of this chapter)