Tang Butian staggered into the store.

The blood shed along the way was absorbed by the spider silk.

"Kind of stupid, right?"

"We were pretty stupid back then," Jiang You took a few steps forward, "Okay, we're down. I'm so stuck that I can't breathe."

The courtyard door opened.

The wind blew into the yard.

Jiang Mo let go of his hand, leaned back, kicked his legs back, and jumped to the ground.

"What should we have for dinner?" Jiang You thought as he walked to the camphor tree, pulled off two leaves, and then walked into the shop.

I went to the kitchen first, found a glass, threw the camphor leaves into it, and poured two-thirds of the cup of hot water into it.

After going upstairs with the cup, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. He thought about it, walked to the bedroom, pulled out a storage box from under the bed, and dug out the first aid kit.

Walking to the bathroom door, he asked: "Do you want a bandage?"

"want."

He opened the door and threw the bandage inside.

"Do you want some clothes? Mine are washed."

"want."

Jiang You went back to the room and rummaged around, finding a dark red long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of khaki sports trousers.

Throw it in again.

More than ten minutes later, Tang Butian walked out wearing Jiang You's clothes.

The clothes and pants are very baggy and hang loosely on the body.

After putting on the coat again, the whole person looked bulging.

Very stupid.

"Is there no healing elixir?" Jiang You asked, looking at Tang Butian's lighter lip color, "The kind that can cure both external and internal injuries if you swallow one."

"I don't."

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Butian didn't answer him.

Jiang You walked up to her with a cup, put the cup into her hand, "Drink some hot water."

Tang Buyian stared at the fine water droplets covering the surface of the leaves.

She took a sip.

It has no taste.

"I'm going to borrow a car. You can come down after ten minutes of rest."

"good."

Ten minutes later, Jiang You drove out of Cultural Street with Tang Butian in a van.

Jiang Youyou said as he glanced at Tang Butian, who had his hands folded on his chest, "It's not bad to use what I want as the starting point. It's stupid to make yourself half dead."

After finishing speaking, Jiang You thought for a moment and added, "I'm not entirely making it up."

"In half a minute, I lose."

"That's because he's in a good mood to fight you."

"Yeah?"

"I was planning to take care of the book club thing myself, but you got this stab in vain."

"I've always wanted to try it." Tang Butian's voice became lower.

Jiang You turned to look at her. Her head was leaning against the car window, her eyes half closed.

"How do you calculate sparring fees and venue fees?"

The eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Are you okay?"

"fine."

"Time is a bit tight."

"What?"

The car turned a corner and drove onto the elevated highway. "Didn't the bleeding stop?"

"Um."

"Eating tomato scrambled eggs at night?"

He didn't hear Tang Butian's answer.

After sending Tang Butian home, Jiang You drove to Tangjiang Cancer Hospital and walked into Nan Kongkong's ward with a familiar face.

Seeing Jiang You walking into the ward, Nan Kongkong tried her best to smile.

Zheng Ying was sitting on a chair, lying on the hospital bed and taking a nap. After hearing the noise, she raised her head. The bags under her eyes were much bigger and the nasolabial folds were deeper. She stood up and said, "You came to see Xiao Nan again. You

sit……"

Seeing that Zheng Ying was about to give up his seat, Jiang You quickly said: "Auntie, please sit down. I'll stand for a while. I'm losing weight."

He looked at Nan Kongkong and said, "You look good today. You haven't been to Tangjiang yet. When you feel better, I will take you to go shopping."

Hearing this, Misora ​​looked out the window, "Is it cold outside?"

"It's a bit cold, but it's okay where the sun shines. The wind is very strong, and it hurts a little when it blows on the face." Jiang You looked at Nan Kongkong's expression, "Want to go for a walk? I happened to drive here today."

"I can't stand up, I don't have the strength."

“You can rent wheelchairs in the lobby downstairs.”

Zheng Ying's voice broke in, "It's so cold outside, Xiaonan, you can't blow the air now."

"Mom, I want to go for a walk. I want to see the outside."

Zheng Ying stopped talking.

Jiang Youyou said: "I'll rent a wheelchair and wait for you outside the ward."

More than twenty minutes later, Nan Kongkong walked out of the ward with the support of Zheng Ying.

She changed out of her hospital gown and put on black down pants, snow boots and a white thick down jacket.

Put on a hat.

Jiang You pushed Nan Kongkong out of the ward building. The cold wind hit her face, and she subconsciously shrank her head.

Push it to the hospital parking lot.

Misora ​​looked at the old van with various scratches on its surface and asked, "Is this your car?"

"It's borrowed. I can't even take a picture of the license plate."

He opened the car door, carried Misora ​​into the passenger seat, then folded the wheelchair and put it in the back.

Jiang You got in the car and after closing the door, he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to a lively place."

"Then go to Changping Square and drive across Linjiang Bridge. The scenery along the way is very good."

The van turned a corner and then turned.

"Does it hurt?"

"I received an analgesic injection, but it has no therapeutic significance anymore," Misakong looked out the window. "Everyone donated a lot of money to me. The beds in the cancer hospital are very tight. Shanshan asked many people to help me," Misongkong paused.

After a moment, she said: "You come to see me all the time."

"The good atmosphere in the group is all due to your hard work. I opened a store on Cultural Street. Business was not very good this year. It is not easy to do business now. I originally wanted to give up, but then I learned about the reading club. I calm down to read books and clock in every day.

Communicating with friends makes you less impetuous."

Misora ​​smiled, "Reading will bring strength."

"Yes. It's positive energy."

"Few men can truly identify with us."

"Most of the people who come to my store are women, and many of them love reading and traveling. Maybe it's for this reason. So I hope that the current atmosphere in the group can always be maintained."

Cross Linjiang Avenue, arrive at Changping Square, and find a parking space.

Jiang You pushed Misora ​​slowly across the square, and advertisements for Christmas events were playing on the large billboards around her.

"I don't think I'll survive Christmas."
To be continued...