He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

Chapter 1 001: On the altar

In the imperial capital in April, pagoda trees are in full bloom, and the loquat tree is bent under the weight of the fruit.

The temperature has dropped a bit these days, from warm to cold.

"Long age."

It was Sister Tao, the proprietress of the fruit shop. She stood at the door of the shop and waved to Wen Changling.

"Come and eat loquats."

It was the season for eating loquats, so Sister Tao picked a basket of them in the morning.

Wen Changling came from the opposite side and walked into the fruit shop.

She works in the hospice ward. On weekdays, she often leaves early and returns late, and day and night are reversed.She also doesn't like to deal with people. She moved to Hetang Street for more than half a year, and she only got acquainted with Sister Tao from the fruit shop. It was because Sister Tao's son had a high fever last month, and Wen Changling happened to be on duty at the hospital and helped her. I just got acquainted.Sister Tao is a nice person, remembering that Wen Changling helped her, she would call her for any delicious food.

Hetang Street is an old street waiting to be demolished. The road is very narrow and the facilities are very old. People from the government have visited it several times. There are old courtyards and old alleys everywhere, and most of the residents are locals. There are many old houses with vestibules and backyards, which cannot be demolished by ordinary people.

Wen Changling was sitting on a small stool at the door, peeling loquats. The setting sun fell on her face, and the wind blew the hair around her left ear, revealing a section of hearing aid made of transparent material.

"What are you looking at?" Tao asked.

Wen Changling raised his head and looked at the newly opened pawnshop opposite - Ruyi Pawnshop.

Sister Tao said: "This pawn shop has been open for more than half a month, and I haven't seen a single customer. It's probably owned by a wealthy family. It doesn't look like it's a shop. It's been open for so long, and the owner hasn't even shown his face."

Pawn shops are rare these days.

Wen Changling has never met the owner of the pawn shop, and she only has one impression of the owner who has never shown his face: the business is not good, and the shop is not active.

She adjusted her thick glasses on the bridge of her nose, brushed her hair twice, and let the bangs on both sides of her forehead cover half of her face.

After eating the loquats, she got up and went home.

The house she rented was right next to Ruyi Pawnshop. The landlord was an old woman who lived alone. Her mother-in-law's surname was Zhu. Her husband passed away years ago and she only had one daughter who worked in a bank.

Grandma Zhu's daughter is divorced, and she occasionally sends the child here to stay.The house has two entrances and two exits. It was just renovated the year before last. Grandma Zhu lived in the front and opened a watch shop. There was another small door on the right side of the shop, and Wen Changling lived in the back.The small door aisle leads directly to the backyard. Granny Zhu is old, her legs and feet are bad, and she can't bend over. The backyard is taken care of by Wen Changling. She has planted seasonal vegetables and transplanted a sycamore. I thought it would not be able to support it. Unexpectedly, it grew very well, and the crazy-growing vines had already climbed up the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, crossed the fence, and climbed to the next yard.

Next door is Ruyi Pawnshop.

According to Granny Zhu, the owner of the pawnshop paid three times the market price to buy the neighbor next door.Sister Tao from the fruit shop guessed right. The owner is a wealthy family, so it's no wonder that he is not active in business.

By the way, Gelsemium also has another name, Gelsemium spp.

The whole plant is poisonous, especially the young leaves, which are highly toxic.

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The hospital where Wen Changling works is called Dihong Hospital. The department she works in belongs to the oncology department, and the care ward of the oncology department is also known as the hospice ward.

Those transferred to the care ward are all people whose names have been written down by Lord Yama. They have one foot in the coffin. Treatment is basically useless. The main direction is to relieve the patient's pain.

Mr. Gu is a famous figure in the literary world, he has lung cancer and has been in the care ward for more than a month.In the past two days, Mr. Gu is in good condition, but it is a flashback. It should be for these two days. The old man wants to go home. The attending doctor, Director Wan, has approved that two doctors and two nurses will accompany him.

Wen Changling is one of them.

As soon as the hospital's car arrived outside Gu's house, Dr. Qiao, who was with him, told him: "Don't look around after entering, and follow with good things."

The Gu family is not an ordinary family, and such a family has many rules.

Dr. Qiao and Dr. Zhong pushed Mr. Gu in first, followed by Wen Changling and colleague Jiahui holding the medicine box.The sky was gloomy and it was drizzling. Fortunately, there was an umbrella in the car.

"It rains as soon as it rains, and the sun is still bright in the morning."

This is the case in April in the imperial capital. It is sunny and rainy, and the weather becomes very good.

After stepping into the gate of Gu's house, the first thing that catches the eye is the rockery, flowing water, koi and lotus pond. This is the first time for Jiahui to visit this kind of place, and she can't help but look around, and her pace involuntarily slows down.

"This house is really grand."

Of course style.

Huajiantang is the most expensive real estate in the imperial capital. There are only 19 garden villas in it, each with a 3-acre garden.The villa area is located in the very center of the imperial capital, behind the largest freshwater lake in the empire—Luoye Lake, a taste of the beauty of mountains and rivers in the downtown area, and a branch of Lingquan.

Money alone can't buy it here.

Walk through the promenade and come to the vestibule. There are people talking in the five-cornered pavilion on the west. The slightly older one is the housekeeping manager of the Gu family, Manager Ming.The other two young ones are gardeners and housekeepers, Xiao Yin and Xiao Xia.

Manager Ming was wearing the work uniform of the Gu family, with skirts reaching knees and low hair, rigid and stern: "The guests are all in the lobby, why don't you entertain them, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Yin is a subordinate, a bit submissive: "I see it's raining, come here and prepare umbrellas for the guests."

Manager Ming stared at her face: "Have you put on makeup?"

Xiao Yin immediately lowered his head: "No."

The Gu family has people who are responsible for picking up and entertaining guests. It is not up to the gardener to send umbrellas. Manager Ming doesn't want to hear Xiao Yin's sophistry, and directly orders: "Go and wash your face."

"What I said has not changed."

Xiao Xia, who was watching the play next to her, said, "Not a single eyebrow and lipstick has faded, so it hasn't melted yet?"

Manager Ming has lost his patience: "I'm going to wash it, and if the eldest wife sees it, you will pack up and resign tomorrow."

The Gu family is a very particular family. Such a large garden villa needs someone to take care of it, so they hired several housekeepers with gardening certificates.

Mr. Gu has been upright all his life, but the two sons of the Gu family are fatuous and lustful, and it is common to get entangled with the housekeepers at home. The eldest wife has nothing to do with it, so she stipulates that the housekeepers working in the Gu family are not allowed to wear makeup.

Manager Ming scolded: "It's not your first day working here, don't you remember the rules?"

Xiao Yin said nothing.

Xiao Xia looked like she couldn't stand it, and stood beside her, saying, "It's because Mr. Xie is coming."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Whether I'm talking nonsense, the ghost knows."

Xiao Yin was touched and blushed.

Only then did Manager Ming understand what the little girl with her eyebrows and lips had planned: "You really dare to think about it."

Manager Ming looked at her up and down again. She was a good-looking woman, but that Mr. Xie...

"Hurry up and wash your face, don't dream about it every day."

The three of them left the pavilion one after another.

The rain is getting denser and denser. In the misty rain, the lantern with the word "Gu" on the eaves shakes gently, and the tassels falling from the lantern are faintly visible.

This scene is unrealistically beautiful, like a frame of film with a sense of age.

Jiahui felt inspired and said: "If it were me living in a place like this, I would also dream."

They walked through another corridor.

"The paintings hanging in the corridor must be authentic. Even TV dramas would not dare to shoot them like this."

Jiahui was a talkative person, and she kept talking all the way. She lamented more than once that the decoration of this house was exquisite, with cornices, whitewashed walls and black tiles, all of which showed the good taste of the owner.

At this time, a person walked towards him. He was wearing a black formal suit, passed through the Moon Cave Gate, and was holding a black umbrella. His steps were very slow.

The umbrella was lowered so that Wen Changling could not see his face.

Jiahui suddenly stopped talking, her eyes couldn't help but look towards the man, at his trousers that were not even dirty even though they were splashed by the rain, at his inconspicuous but valuable umbrella, at the way he held it. Her hands, wearing a silver plain ring, were slender and bony, a pair of hands that would make people draw their eyebrows, paint their lips, and daydream.

The path between the rockery landscaping was narrow and there was no room for two open umbrellas. Wen Changling was about to step aside. The man closed his umbrella first and stepped sideways to the roadside to let the lady have priority.

Compared with his appearance, the first thing Wen Changling noticed was his hair color, which is between white and golden, and even has a slight pink tone that is not obvious. It is very bold and unusual, and ordinary people cannot control it. hair color.

Generally speaking, those who dare to try this way may not be very obedient, at least not to the words of their elders.But his appearance is rare decent, not strong, good-looking with a sense of proportion.

His skin is cold and fair, his gaze falls on another place, his head is tilted, Yamagen is beautiful and streamlined, his lips are sharp, the color of his pupils is not pure black, but a slightly yellowish amber color, his facial features are very clean, It's just that he has a temperament that is contrary to his appearance, he is more like a prodigal son than a noble son.

Wen Changling and Jiahui passed him by.

At the other end of the road, a young voice shouted: "Fourth brother, why are you here?"

"It's raining heavily and the road is blocked."

The voice is very nice, with a low timbre and a calm tone, as if everything she says is elegant.

"You're not from Xie's house?"

"Come from the pawn shop."

Surname Xie.

Wen Changling thought that he should be Mr. Xie who caused other girls to have dreams.

The conversation between the two was far away, and Jiahui finally recovered the soul that was seduced by the male sex. She couldn't help turning her head, and blurted out two words: "Excellent."

Wen Changling also thought of a poem in a tacky way: Mr. Xun Xun is extremely beautiful, born in a rich manner, and has a well-established family.

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Mr. Gu is afraid that he won't be able to survive these two days. The Gu family is here, and the branches of the Gu family in Picheng are also here. The rich and noble families live very carefully. When guests come, there will be a special incense master to take care of them. fragrant.

Standing on the second floor, Wen Changling was attracted by the exquisite incense burner on the table on the first floor.

"Why are you two dawdling like this?" Dr. Qiao waited for a while.

How could Jiahui admit that she was stymied by male lust: "The house is too big, and I got sidetracked."

"Mr. Gu lives in this room. Don't wander around after giving him the infusion. Your temporary resting place is at the end of the corridor."

Doctor Qiao was still telling her that the Gu family was a well-behaved family and they should pay attention to this and that.Wen Changling was a little distracted. At first, his attention was on the incense burner, and then Mr. Xie came in.

"Let me do it."

The incense master who was lighting incense stepped aside.

Mr. Xie handed the suit jacket he took off to the housekeeper. He bent slightly and lit incense. From Wen Changling's angle, you could see the fair back of his neck exposed in his white shirt.

After laying the incense ash, he picked a small piece of incense from the incense box, sniffed it lightly, and put it into the incense burner through the mica sheet, the whole movement was slow.

Many guests came today, but he did not chat with any of them. He was engrossed in lighting incense for the guests. He was elegant and comfortable, just like a learned nobleman from a scholarly and noble family in the old days.It happened that the noble man had his hair dyed platinum blond, and many eyes in the living room seemed to pass by him.

On such an occasion, his hair color seemed out of place, but in the curling smoke, he stood there, as if he belonged here, should be here, amidst the noise in the room, like a silent painting with light ink and ink .

　How "altar" Xie Shang was in the early stage, but how miserable the love brain fell in the later stage.

　　Changling: pronounced chang, meaning longevity.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)