He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

Wen Changling gets off work at half past five.

The weather has been very cold these two days. It rained for a while in the morning and the road was icy. Wen Changling did not drive by himself. The driver turned on the car radio. After a song ended, the host on the radio reminded the audience to keep warm from the cold.

While waiting at the traffic light, the driver wiped the water vapor on the car window: "It's really cold today, it's going to snow."

The weather forecast also says there will be snow around New Year's Day.

"It's February this year, and it gets cold very early." The driver turned around and asked, "Girl, you live on Hanlin Street, right?"

"I live on Hetang Street."

"Then why do you get off at Wulihang Avenue?"

We were almost at the place where we got off the bus. Wen Changling put on her scarf and said, "It's hard to turn around in the alley."

The road on Hetang Street is narrow, just wide enough for two cars to pass. It's okay if there are no cars in the opposite direction. If there are cars, it will test the driver's skills.

Wen Changling had met him before. When the master was making a U-turn, he hit the car next to him.

"It's just a matter of reversing a few more times." The driver is still confident about his reversing skills, but "there shouldn't be a traffic jam, right?"

"Sometimes it gets blocked."

Well, the driver gave up the idea of ​​driving in.

"You still have to walk a bit when you get off at Wulihang Avenue. It's too cold. I'll drive to the back of your street. The road there is wider. I won't charge you for the extra tolls."

Wen Changling thanked him.

When she got off the bus, she still paid the extra toll.

After dinner, Wen Changling gave Aimin, the youngest son of Sister Tao's family, an hour of extra lessons. When he returned to Granny Zhu's house, he met Qian Zhouzhou who came out to collect the floor sign.

Qian Zhouzhou was very surprised to see Wen Changling: "Little sister Wen, are you back?"

"Ah."

It's past seven o'clock now.

Qian Zhouzhou asked a very strange question, and Wen Changling looked at her in confusion.

She quickly explained: "Do large companies usually have to work overtime?"

"I don't work overtime."

"That's very good."

Qian Zhouzhou moved the floor-to-ceiling signboard at the door.

When the door to the next door closed, Qian Zhouzhou called: "Boss, Miss Wen is back."

In the afternoon of the next day, there was a burst of sleet. In the evening, the roads were frozen. It was so cold that the vendors on the street closed their stalls early.

Granny Zhu called Wen Changling in the kitchen.

"Changling, go and buy two pears for me. I want snow pears."

"it is good."

Wen Changling took her mobile phone and went out.

There were customers in Sister Tao's fruit shop and they were busy. After Wen Changling said what he wanted, he waited nearby. Patriots and people were playing outside, and the two children's faces turned red from the cold.

Sister Tao called the two children: "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Aimin shouted excitedly: "Mom, it's snowing."

Wen Changling raised his head and looked outside.

Snowing.

The Meteorological Observatory said that around New Year's Day this year, there will be a heavy snowfall that has not been seen in a century. There are only two days until New Year's Day, and it's finally snowing in the imperial capital. This is the city's first snow this year.

Next door to the fruit shop is a pharmacy.

"Yeah, it's snowing."

Hearing a familiar voice, Wen Changling looked over.

Gu Yihuan was wearing a fluorescent pink down jacket. He was the most conspicuous in the whole street: "I heard that making a wish in the first snow will work well."

Next to him is Song Sanfang, who is wearing navy blue.

"Who said that?"

"A certain ex-girlfriend of yours."

Song Sanfang: "..."

Several of his ex-girlfriends had joined Gu Yihuan for inspection.

"Is that spiritual?" Song Sanfang asked.

"Your ex-girlfriend sent a message to Moments on a snowy day asking for a bag, and you delivered it the next day."

Song Sanfang had no impression: "Why don't I remember?"

Gu Yihuan looked at Song Sanfang with a look that said, "You are humiliating yourself." "Because you are a scumbag." Song Sanfang disagreed and rolled his eyes.

After the Sydney pears were weighed, Wen Changling took the bag home.

On the way, someone from behind called her: "Hey."

Wen Changling ignored it.

"Wen Changling."

Wen Changling turned around.

With red lips and white teeth and fluorescent powder, Gu Yihuan bumped into a certain sweet girl with big eyes who became famous on the Internet: "My fourth brother is sick."

Wen Changling is calm and calm.

"He has a fever, thirty-eight degrees."

Wen Changling remained calm.

"It was so cold yesterday. He waited for you at the intersection for a long time."

Still calm.

Gu Yihuan glanced at her hearing aid and suspected it was broken: "Did you hear it?"

"I heard."

Wen Changling's expression said: So?

So: "Are your walls made of copper and iron and reinforced concrete?"

So hard!

Gu Yihuan directly pushed the medicine bag to Wen Changling: "This is the medicine I bought for him. If you don't want to send it to him, throw it away. Let him burn it to death and let him cough to death."

After saying the harsh words, he left.

Song Sanfang chased after him with a confused look on his face: "Xiao Huan, we don't want to eat hot pot anymore?"

He was dragged here to eat hot pot by Gu Yihuan. Xie Shang was ill, and Gu Yihuan said he would fight fire with fire.

"Be patient." Gu Yihuan looked back with an expression that concealed his merit and fame.

Loquat leaves stewed with rock sugar and snow pear are a folk remedy for clearing the lungs and relieving coughs. Wen Changling did not ask Granny Zhu who she was making it for.

The weather forecast from the meteorological station was inaccurate. There was very little snow. It had been two hours and the roof was still white. Wen Changling was covered with a thick quilt and nestled in the quilt looking at his mobile phone. After an hour, it was still cold inside the quilt. Xueluo made no sound, it was very quiet outside, and she seemed to hear a cough. It must be an illusion. No matter how soundproofed the old courtyard is, there is no way the sound can travel this far.

She turned back and forth and coughed.

Very annoying.

She got up, put on her clothes, took her medicine, and left the room.

The colorful door has been opened and has not been painted yet. Grandma Zhu agreed, saying that Huahua always jumps over the wall, so why not open a door for it. Zhang Xiaoming's hands are very skillful, and the arched door is made small and delicate.

There was a ladder in the yard, and Wen Changling climbed up the ladder. Zhang Xiaoming also made a cat nest for Huahua and placed it in Xie Shang's yard. The cat glanced at Wen Changling and continued to sleep peacefully.

Wen Changling knocked on the door.

"Is it mother-in-law? Are you okay?" Xie Shang's voice had a nasal sound after a severe cold. "Don't come in, so as not to be infected by me."

"it's me."

Xie Shang is coughing.

Wen Changling put down the medicine bag: "The medicine was left at your door." She said, "I didn't buy it, Gu Yihuan bought it. He forced it on me."

She turned to leave.

The door suddenly opened.

"Are you hiding from me?"

"No." Wen Changling turned around and explained, "I didn't do anything wrong, why should I avoid you?"

On such a cold day, Xie Shang only wore a very thin top. Because of frequent coughing, his eyes were a little red and wet, and his skin and lips were very white.

Wen Changling thought of a word: morbid aesthetics.

"That's good."

He turned his head and coughed.

Wen Changling picked up the medicine bag and handed it over: "Take the medicine, you kept coughing and it made me unable to sleep."

"Can you hear me?"

"Ah."

Xie Shang took the medicine: "Sorry."

His fingertips touched, and his body temperature was so hot.

Wen Changling instinctively put his hands behind his back: "Go to bed early."

Gu: I reasonably suspect that Xingxing got sick on purpose.

Xingxing: Isn’t it because you had a cold yourself that you wrote me as a cold?