The surroundings of the hospital may be the most suitable place in the world and the least suitable for selling clothing, shoes and hats.

Zhou Song pushed Yuan Yueling in a wheelchair and went to a small shop that operates needles, threads, and daily necessities, and bought a pair of hard-soled black cloth shoes - cheap, but there was no choice.

The socks are only ordinary cotton socks, as well as nylon stockings for middle-aged elderly people.

Zhou Song refused to look at the big red cotton socks handed over by the grandma in the store. He walked around the store and found a pair of light pink socks with a little lace.

This pair of socks is not thick, it is longer than the length of the ankle, and the socks are surrounded by black ears. Zhou Song likes it very much, but Yuan Yueling shows disgusting eyes.

When checking out, Yuan Yueling patted him, handed him a pair of women's underwear, and shyly lowered her eyelids.

"I'll take it this way tonight, and I'll bring you all over tomorrow."

Zhou Song explained a little apologetically while helping Yuan Yueling change it.

Yuan Yueling raised her trousers and looked at the black shoes and pink socks on her feet. She was really ugly, rustic and uncomfortable.

But she just raised her head and gave Zhou Song a bright smile: "I feel so nostalgic. I just wore this when I was in junior high school."

"I really want to see her." Seeing Yuan Yueling showing a puzzled expression, Zhou Song explained: "You are from junior high school."

"Okay, now I have feet, it's time for me to push you away."

"You are the patient."

"Be good, the dog is obedient. If I am obedient, you must be obedient, so that you can win-win, you said."

"Okay, I'm so heavy, don't force me." Zhou Song carefully sat in the wheelchair.

"Okay, I'm not holding you away, why are you so silly? Besides, I've also carried the little foal up the mountain."

"…The unruly village girl!"

"Want to die?"

The two left the store and strolled around.

Zhou Song sat in a wheelchair and was in a good mood. He sang a few songs to Yuan Yueling.

"Don't just sing about short and big tights, Xu Shu and Park Wei, sing some popular ones too."

"I don't know." Zhou Song said.

"I will, you will. Come with "If That's It."

Zhou Song thought about it and even though he had never heard it, he still spoke up.

I became a gramophone.

Halfway through singing, he heard a bicycle bell ringing, and a handsome young man caught up from behind and stopped beside them.

"Are you really?" The visitor was Wang Zhi, nicknamed "Wang Congming", one of the so-called T-University Graces and Zhou Song's former roommate.

After he was rejected for his pursuit of Yuan Yueling last year, he has not had much presence.

"Hey, didn't you say Minister Yuan is sick? What's wrong with you, Zhou Song?"

Wang Congming took a fruit basket from the handlebar and handed it to Yuan Yueling: "I'm busy today and I'm thinking about this point. I'm a little too late to visit the disease. I'm just right here. I'm not rejecting me any more."

"What's wrong? I can't have a fruit basket when I'm sick?" Zhou Song in the wheelchair reached out to take the fruit basket for Yuan Yueling and hugged it in his arms.

"If you are sick, I have to book a flower basket for you, a big one." Wang Congming joked.

"Do you have to send two elegiac couplets?"

"Okay, Zhou Song, stop making trouble." Yuan Yueling interrupted the two naive ghosts: "It's because I feel a little uncomfortable. It may take two days to go back to school. I have to work hard for you to worry more about the affairs of the department."

"It's okay, everyone, you have a good rest and recover soon. Zhou Song, you have to take good care of our Minister Yuan, so I'll leave first, beg you."

Wang Congming came and went like the wind in winter, leaving only the warmth of spring and a big fruit basket.

"I'm still watching, I'm still watching, I'm missing, I'm still watching."

"Young Master, I'm serving you here, and you shouldn't be jealous." Yuan Yueling teased: "Look at how graceful they are, they are like you, are they all pestering each other like you. Am I going to finish it soon?"

“…”

Realizing that Zhou Song was a little unhappy, Yuan Yueling sighed: "Okay, I'm having fun with you."

While talking, Yuan Yueling pushed him on a stretch of uphill road.

"Hey—swhoop!"

"I'll go down and go." Seeing Yueling's arduous look, Zhou Song didn't bother to do anything else and was about to stand up.

"Sit down for me!" Yuan Yueling pressed back.

"Yueling, I am really happy." Zhou Song looked at the moon and said softly.

"Well, you have to know the blessing." Yuan Yueling nodded and said.

"I was thinking that when we are old, we should be like tonight." Zhou Song turned his arms back and stroked Yueling's waist: "Let's find a small town like this to support him. There is nothing to do at night, and you will go out for a walk after dinner.

"Walking around the town with your hands, aimless, I push you, or you push me, how warm."

Listening to Zhou Song's happy longing, a sad thought penetrated into her mind for no reason: Will the two people walking here really have such a "old age"?

...

"Yueling, do you think Wang Zhi is so desperate to give this basket of pears? Is it hopeful that we will break up?"

Yuan Yueling sat on a bench by the river, patiently and meticulously peeling the pears. Zhou Song had eaten all the bananas and most of the oranges, touched his round belly, and rolled around on the guardrail.

"Why are you starting again? Then I'm here too. Tang Xiaojie, Yu Panhong..."

"Don't be nervous!"

"Besides, why are there a basket of pears? Didn't you eat anything else?"

"By the way, why did you reject Wang Congming so simply?"

"Do you want me to agree?" Yuan Yueling stood up, walked over, and stuffed the peeled pear into Zhou Song's mouth.

"No, I just think about it. If you don't look at your family background, you will have no problem beating Du Pengfei, and you won't be flirting with her." Zhou Song reached out and grabbed the pear, took a bite, and stuffed it into Yueling's mouth.

"What's wrong? Have you started to review historical issues?" Yue Ling took a bite of the pear, and Zhou Song saw with satisfaction that she did not avoid the places she had eaten.

"How can it be said to be a review? After eating someone, I have something to worry about.

"After all, we were still in the same trench not long ago. If you don't like me, just... yes, forget it, but he was rejected, so there were more speculations."

"What guess? Do you think I hate the poor and love the rich?"

"I haven't said that."

"Wang Congming is pretty good, but I don't feel anything about him. His goodness means nothing to me." Yuan Yueling sighed.

What others are good to you means nothing to you, right? Zhou Song thought to himself.

"Let's take a step back, even if I like him, his appearance and knowledge are a burden to me. I can't give me what he really needs. When his freshness for me fades, he will be destined to part ways."

"You always do this, do you take three steps? It's a delay if you haven't learned a single game of chess." Zhou Song murmured, raised his right hand, and the pear core drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the river.

"I have been following this step by step for so many years. As the saying goes, people will have immediate worries without long-term thinking... Be careful!!!"

The railing behind Zhou Song suddenly broke.

He lost his balance and was about to fall into the cold river!

Yuan Yueling reacted very quickly, stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Zhou Song's belt, and suddenly pulled him back with force.

"Huh, it's so dangerous." Zhou Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "If I don't have the strength and reaction I share with you, tsk tsk...what is going on with this railing?"

"I've been showing off my skills for a while. What's going on? You're so impressed and cut it off."

"Fuck, I'm not that heavy. Look, the welding place here has been desoldered."

"I just told you not to lean on you there."

"When did you say that?!"

"I didn't say you shouldn't rely on you. A big man stands tall and always loves to rely on things when he goes."

“…”

"Okay, it's good that people are fine. It's getting late, but unfortunately, these pears and apples have fallen into the river for you. Let's go back to the hospital."

Yuan Yueling sat in a wheelchair: "Puppy, get on!"

Zhou Song pushed Yuan Yueling for hundreds of meters and stopped again: "No."

"What's wrong?"

"What if the broken railing is left alone, if someone doesn't know, what should I do if there is a danger?"

"Then... beat 110?"

"Let's get a warning sign, and someone will repair it during the day. Look for cardboard or something."

"Do you think this is a poor countryside? What's the matter... Hey, do you think that one can do it?"

Zhou Song looked in the direction Yuan Yueling pointed, and there was a fortune-telling roadside stall under the tree on the corner of the street. The figures of these martial arts warlocks were always around the hospital.

The stall owner was dressed in a cowardly manner, wearing a pair of sunglasses, squatting under the tree, motionless.
To be continued...