He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

She raised her head: "Wang Shanxi?"

Guan Sixing frowned: "You have the wrong person."

Wang Shanxi is his student.

"It's impossible to admit your mistake." Jiang Youyou was sure, "We met at school. I was the doctor who examined you. Don't you remember me?"

Guan Sixing said with a wooden face: "Remember."

He's not like someone with a bad memory.

He came down from the ladder and knelt down to pick up the nails that fell at her feet.Just as she stood up, the wide hem of her skirt hurriedly brushed against the back of his hand.

The nail fell to the ground again.

He stared at his hands, annoyed.

"What were you doing up there just now?" Jiang Youyou looked up curiously.

"Build the tower."

He went to pick up nails again.

I wonder if his head rubbed against the beam at the top of the tower and got a piece of dust on it.

Jiang Youyou has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder and wants to rub his hair to get rid of the ash.She couldn't act like a hooligan, so she held back: "Can you still build a tower?"

"Ah."

Xianglin Temple has a long history of temple construction, and its pagoda and temple are aging seriously.The abbot of the temple and Guan Sixing's grandfather were old acquaintances.The abbot originally wanted Mr. Guan to recommend someone to come over and repair it. Because the mortise and tenon structure was used in building the tower, ordinary construction workers could not repair it. Unexpectedly, the old man directly called his grandson to come over.

The physical engineer from the Seventh Research Institute came to build the tower in person, and the abbot was also very flattered.

"Classmate Wang."

Someone once said that he likes male college students the most.

Guan Sixing picked at the nails in his hands and argued with himself for a long time before finally agreeing to her call from classmate Wang: "...Yeah."

"Do you know how to get to the dining room here?"

Jiang Youyou is hungry.

Guan Sixing took her to the kitchen, where a young master from the temple was present.

She looked at the little master with the eyes of a relative and asked if the meal could be served in advance. The little master said yes. She ran to get the bowl with a smile and saw classmate Wang still at the door.

"Thank you, classmate Wang. Then you can go back and continue building the tower. Thank you for your hard work, classmate Wang."

Just throw it away after use, which is very Jiang Youyou.

Classmate Wang left with his head depressed.

Instead of repairing the pagoda, he walked to the bodhi tree ten meters away, squatted in the shade, looked at the kitchen, and saw Jiang Youyou holding the bowl with a smile, asking the little master to scoop out more food for her.

She ate two bowls of vegetarian food.

Guan Sixing used a nail to write the three characters "Jiang Youyou" on the ground, and next to it he wrote: "Ask for money, and you will be rich all your life."

He called his mother, Ms. Tan.

Ms. Tan was surprised and happy when she received the call: "Baby, you actually called mom." But it was difficult for her to receive a call from her precious son during the holidays.

"Mom, is our family rich?"

"Hahaha, there are some." Ms. Tan was so surprised that her physical machine was finally interested in something else. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you have enough money?"

"No." Guan Sixing usually lives and eats mostly in the institute and has no idea about money. "Is there a lot?"

Ms. Tan was modest and humble: "There are still quite a few."

"Can I live a rich life?"

"It's possible." Ms. Tan was extremely pleased. "Son, don't worry, just do your academic work. Mom and dad will make money."

"Ah."

Guan Sixing hung up the phone and raised the corners of his mouth in a small arc.

After Jiang Youyou finished eating, she knelt in front of her mother's memorial tablet for a while, then rubbed her knees and went home.

*****
At three or four o'clock, the sweeping monk was sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps, and there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

"It's so dark, it's going to rain."

"It should have reached halfway up the mountain." The two monks continued to sweep the floor.

Guan Sixing had not finished building the pagoda. He came out after hearing the thunder and asked one of the monks: "Has the pilgrim from Ksitigarbha Hall left?"

"He's gone. He moved half an hour ago."

*****
It was raining heavily halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Youyou raised her phone and searched for a long time but still had no signal.She was so angry that she kicked off her damn high heels, and the pain in her ankle was so painful that she almost burst into tears.

It was all Jiang Zhenghao's fault for making her so angry that she came to the temple wearing high heels.

She endured the pain, gritted her teeth and stood up while holding on to the mountain wall. She raised her head and her face was instantly covered by the rain.She wiped the rainwater and visually measured the height from above.

She fell.Because the heel of the shoe was stuck in a stone, I couldn't stand firm when I tried to pull it out.

The mountain wall was so steep that both of her legs were injured, especially her right ankle. It hurt when she moved, and it was impossible to climb up.There was no cell phone signal, and it was raining and no passers-by passed by. She might die here.She broke the jar, stopped trying to hide from the rain, and sat down in frustration.

It doesn't matter if she dies, she will go to the temple to be with her mother.

But the money in her bank card has not been spent yet. Jiang Zhenghao has treated her well financially. If the money is not spent, it will probably fall into the hands of Shen Li, as well as her house, car, and bag... She suddenly She didn't want to die. She hadn't spent enough of the Jiang family's money, so she couldn't take advantage of the mother and son.

She reached out to the branch, broke off a big leaf, held it on her head to protect her from the rain, picked up a stone, and knocked on the stone wall.

"Is there anyone?"

"Is there anyone?"

"..."

"Is there anyone?"

"Is there anyone?"

Towards the end, the voice became weaker and weaker: "Is there anyone——"

Suddenly, something hit her head, and Jiang Youyou looked up.

"Student Wang!"

Her face and head were covered with mud and water, and her clothes were scratched when she rolled down. She was in a very embarrassed state, but her eyes were bright and she asked excitedly: "Are you here to save me?"

Classmate Wang was wearing a black raincoat with a cold expression: "I was passing by."

No, he was followed by two masters from the temple.

He put down the rope, tied one end to himself, and slowly moved down the rope.It was about three or four meters high. After his feet landed on the ground, he untied the rope, walked to the tree where she was hiding from the rain, and frowned at her.

She had injuries on her hands and feet.

"Besides the hands and feet, are there any other injuries?"

Jiang Youyou knew without looking in the mirror that she must be extremely ugly at this moment. She pulled away the sticky hair on her face, revealing a face that was whitened by the heavy rain: "On your back."

Guan Sixing stared at her back thoughtfully for a few seconds, walked over, bent down, stretched out a finger, picked a position that would not offend her, and pressed it.

"Does it hurt to press like this?"

Jiang Youyou shivered, wondering if it was because of the cold: "A little."

He clicked again.

Jiang Youyou felt strange: "Stop pressing. I'm a doctor. I didn't hurt any bones, just skin injuries."

Oh.

He forgot she was a doctor.

He took out a pair of sneakers from his backpack, squatted down and placed them at her feet. Then he looked up at her, his beautiful dark pupils motionless.

Jiang Youyou’s third sister once raised a Labrador, and she felt that Mr. Wang was very similar to that Labrador.

"You put it on."

"Whose shoes?"

"It's borrowed." Guan Sixing said, "It's clean."

Guan Sixing: I am not a physical machine.

Ms. Tan: Okay.

Ms. Tan: Mom loves you.