Zong Ying has always been taciturn, as if he is not interested in anything, but suddenly a series of questions made his aunt and cousin stunned for a moment. Reading at zero

"Baixiang Pharmacy..." My cousin tried to recall and replied, "That's right, there is one at the west gate. It shouldn't be a chain. It seems to be a private pharmacy."

Zong Ying didn't have time to finish the cigarette, her aunt and cousin's voice just finished, she squeezed out the cigarette with her bare hands, and only left a sentence "I'm going out for a while", just in the shocked expression of her aunt and cousin, she hurriedly passed through the living room and went out the door .

The moment the security door was closed, everyone in the living room was stunned for a moment.

The auntie came back to her senses and asked, "Just now...Which one went out?"

Xiao Nan, who was sitting on the sofa eating ice cream, hurriedly replied, "It's Aunt Shanghai!"

At this moment, my grandmother turned her head to look at the door suspiciously, and my cousin came back from the outside balcony and said, "It seems that I went to the pharmacy, maybe... to buy medicine?" Since Zong Ying's behavior just now was too strange, the cousin's She couldn't even convince herself by these remarks, but the point was to make the elders not suspicious, so she didn't say much, and by the way, she helped Zong Ying find a suitable reason to go out.

The floor of the old community is short, and there is no elevator. There are voice-activated lights in the corridor. Zong Ying hurried down, and the stairs were lit up layer by layer.

She had a good sense of direction. She ran out of the west gate and turned left in one breath. She suddenly pushed open the door of the drugstore, and a burst of cold air rushed into her face, causing her to shudder.

Zong Ying panted and raised his head, his eyes swept across the entire store, the medicine cabinet, the cashier, and Sheng Qingrang was not at all.

She worked hard to stabilize her breath and asked, "Did someone just buy medicines here for 56 yuan and 50 cents?"

The cashier was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

She asked, "How long has the person been gone?"

The cashier was still stunned and said, "It seems like three or four minutes ago?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Ying released the door handle and walked away, but the glass door of the drugstore slowly closed for a while.

Private cars were parked all the way, and the street lights were on intermittently. Zong Ying walked very fast, so fast that he could hear his labored breathing, and a thin layer of sweat was forced out of his forehead by the hot weather.

She was walking to a fork in the road, not knowing where to go for a while, the phone suddenly rang again, Zong Ying unlocked the screen, and a fresh consumption reminder popped up - a convenience store, which cost seven yuan and eighty cents.

Zong Ying vaguely remembered the convenience store he passed by when he drove in, so he immediately turned into the road on the right and ran over with all his strength.

When passing a building, someone suddenly stopped her carefully: "Miss Zong?"

Zong Ying stopped his steps following the sound, leaned down out of breath, put his hands on his knees and looked at the man sitting on the steps, and called out unsteadily, "Mr. Sheng..."

Sheng Qingrang immediately stood up from the ground, and Zong Ying also stood up straight, frowning and breathing smoothly.

"Why are you in Nanjing, and why do you know that I'm here?" Sheng Qingrang was astonished and asked her in the calmest tone possible.

"It's a long story, so I won't explain it to you first." After she said this, her breath calmed down a little, so she had time to look at him.

Under the dim yellow light of the street lamp, his whole person was haggard and emaciated, with a cut on his face, blood on his neckline, and a pharmacy plastic bag in his hand. A bottle of water and a piece of bread.

Zong Ying didn't have time to study the reason for his injury, and he didn't have time to ask him what happened these days. He just asked, "Is there a pen?"

Without a briefcase, he finally took a pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.

Sheng Qingrang didn't know what she was going to do, but Zong Ying caught his hand off guard, spread his palm, and quickly wrote the name of the hotel: "Go take a taxi and wait for me at this place." She tightened the cap of the pen, took out the wallet, pulled out two pens and papers and put them in his hand: "I need to go back to pick up someone, maybe later, please be patient for a while."

Her series of actions did not give Sheng Qing any chance to return to his senses. When he was completely relieved, Zong Ying had already walked 100 meters away, leaving only a decisive and straightforward back for him.

When Zong Ying returned to her aunt's grandmother's house, her aunt and cousin asked her first, "Did you go to the pharmacy just now?"

Zong Ying responded vaguely and said, "Well, I have a headache. I went to buy painkillers, and I have already eaten them."

Grandma asked her, "Is it better now? If it's inconvenient to drive, why don't you call a driver instead?"

Zong Ying shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I'm better now."

At this time, everyone was a little sleepy. Even if they were reluctant to part, there was not enough space in the home, and the embarrassment of the inconvenience of staying guests was vaguely revealed.

My grandmother also realized this, and said to my aunt and grandmother, "It's getting late, so it's time to rest. We will still be in Nanjing tomorrow, and we can still get together."

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The aunt nodded, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and each planned to return.

A group of people went out mightily, sent Zong Ying and grandma out of the community, and watched them get into the car, and then they dispersed with confidence.

Zong Ying drove all the way along the fork on the right, passing the building where she and Sheng Qingrang met - the steps in front of the building were empty, and it seemed that he had already left.

The car drove unimpeded to the reserved hotel. When we arrived at exactly eleven o'clock, it was deserted outside, and the front desk seemed to be sleepy.

As soon as Zong Ying entered the door, she looked around carefully, and her grandmother asked her, "Ah Ying, what are you looking for?"

While answering "No", Zong Ying turned his gaze to a sofa in the north by the indoor fountain, where he finally found Sheng Qingrang.

Sheng Qing also noticed her, but since there were elders beside her, he didn't dare to rush forward and stayed on the sofa honestly.

Grandma was going to check in with Zong Ying, but Zong Ying said, "Grandma, you are tired, just sit for a while and I'll come." After saying that, she took her grandma's passport and went straight to the front desk.

She reported the information, the front desk checked it, and asked, "Have you reserved a standard room?"

Zong Ying lowered his voice and said, "No." He handed over his ID card and passport at the same time: "Two rooms."

"Separate?" The front desk glanced past her and glanced at the grandmother on the sofa, obviously feeling that it was not perfect for an old man to live in one room, but in the end, he didn't talk too much. He opened two rooms for her and handed them over. Card.

Zong Ying put away one of the room cards, and when he turned around, he saw that his grandmother was staring at Sheng Qingrang on the other sofa.

She walked over quickly, called "grandmother", and at the same time helped her up and said, "The room is ready, let's go up and rest."

Grandma let her support her, but her eyes always fell on Sheng Qingrang. It was not until she turned around that she finally gave up exploring him, and turned to Zongying and said, "Have you seen that young man, he looks gentle but hurts. Like that, is it a fight with someone? And he looks pretty old-fashioned! It's weird."

Zong Ying glanced over there again, and when he saw the elevator door opened, he quickly changed the subject: "Grandma, the elevator is here."

She sent her grandmother into the room, and her grandmother kept telling her about the old affairs of Chun'an's hometown. Zong Ying couldn't interrupt, so she kept checking the time. Grandma sensed her anxiety and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Zong Ying said: "I think it's late, it's time to take a shower."

Grandma said, "Then you wash first, and I'll sit again."

Zong Ying couldn't resist a stubborn old man, so he had to get up and take a bath first. She washed quickly, her hair was half dry, and she came out in a bathrobe, within ten minutes before and after.

Grandma told her, "Don't be in a hurry, take a shower and take a good shower."

Zong Ying just nodded, took out a change of clothes from his travel bag, and put on his shirt and trousers quickly. Grandma watched her finish dressing and asked, "Aying, are you going to wear this to bed?"

Zong Ying answered quickly this time, saying, "I want to go out for a cigarette."

Grandma didn't like other people smoking, but Zong Ying always had her reasons for smoking. After she hesitated, she could only go with her.

After grandma entered the bathroom, Zong Ying finally came out of the room, went downstairs to the lobby, and saw Sheng Qingrang still sitting there alone, and a waiter stepped forward and gently advised him to leave.

Zong Ying suddenly remembered what happened to her at the Huamao Hotel. She sat in the lobby in a state of embarrassment, and the waiter stepped forward to drive her away. In retrospect, it seemed that the situation was similar, except that the protagonist changed from her to Sheng Qingrang.

She stepped forward and stretched out her hand towards Sheng Qingrang, and said to the waiter, "This gentleman is with me." Seeing that Sheng Qingrang had not responded, she simply moved her hand forward and leaned over to hold his hand. hands and took him straight to the elevator.

In the process of the slow rise of the confined space, the elegant fragrance of the bath products is intertwined with the smoke and dust brought by the war.

Zong Ying frowned slightly and moved his feet; Sheng Qing let him stand against the inner wall of the elevator, daring not to move rashly.

Only then did Zong Ying ask, "How did you hurt your face?"

Sheng Qingrang was probably too tired, and his reaction slowed down.

Zong Ying looked away, and his eyes finally stayed on his face.

Suddenly she took a step forward and almost stood in front of Sheng Qingrang - so close, her breath could be heard, and Sheng Qingrang was clinging to the metal inner wall, unavoidable.

Taking advantage of the fairly bright overhead light in the elevator, Zong Ying frowned, looked at the wound on his face, and even reached out to slightly lift his jaw, only to see the two wounds on his neck—

If it was really scratched by fine shrapnel, then the injury was too lucky.

"If it goes deeper and cuts the carotid artery, then I think... you might not be here." Her hand still lifted his chin lightly as she spoke, and she didn't mean to leave.

She checked the wound, and her expression was really magnanimous and professional, so Sheng Qingrang could only stay against the wall like this.

"Show me what kind of medicine I bought." She finally lowered her hand, Sheng Qing let Huo Di secretly relieved, but before he could finish his breath, she lowered her head, and her damp hair touched his skin— Cool, with some faint shampoo smell, the hair is not too soft.

Sheng Qing subconsciously tightened his throat, his fingers trembled slightly, and he clenched his fist.

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