She turned bad

Chapter 177

A person like Yan Chengmo, who has never caught a cold once in a thousand years, suddenly caught a cold this winter. At first, he thought it was okay. He took a few packs of granules and lay down, but his head became heavier and heavier, and he lost his appetite for food. But Zhao Xuan He and the old man took turns knocking on the door to let him eat, which really annoyed him.

"Yan Chengmo!" The old man knocked on the door again.

"Grandpa, I'm coming." Zhao Xuan came over and knocked on the door. Yan Chengmo had a cold and hadn't eaten for three days. He took medicine at first, but now he doesn't even drink medicine.

"Dong dong dong..." Zhao Xuan knocked on the door, he bought some cold medicine and came over, "Boom dong dong..."

Yan Chengmo finally opened the door, and a strange smell rushed out from the bedroom, causing Zhao Xuan to back away, and the old man, who had a dull sense of smell, took two steps back with his crutches.

"Yan Chengmo, you are such an adult, why do you hide after taking medicine!" The old man said while holding a cane. In fact, he knew that Yan Chengmo had never taken medicine since he was a child. This is a bit like Yan Chengmo's brother Yan Chengming. , the two brothers are the ones who don't drink medicine.

"Take some medicine, boss." As Zhao Xuan brought the steamed medicine to Yan Chengmo, Yan Chengmo looked at the bowl of medicine with wrinkled and pale face with his hair deformed from sleep, "Bitter? "

"Neither bitter nor bitter, sweet." Zhao Xuan said, looking back at the old man.

"Yes, it's not bitter, drink it quickly, we won't bother you to sleep after drinking it, drink it quickly." The old man echoed, and looked at Zhao Xuan from time to time.

Yan Chengmo picked up the bowl and sniffed it close. He felt that the taste was a bit off-putting, but Zhao Xuan said that if it wasn't bitter, it wouldn't be bitter, so he drank with a sullen face.

"Ah bah, bah..." Yan Chengmo sprayed out a mouthful of medicinal soup, and whispered with half-opened eyes, "It's more bitter than coptis! Zhao Xuan, you're lying."

"Yan Chengmo, are you decent? People in their thirties can't even take a single dose of medicine!" The old man said with a wrinkled mouth. Zhao Xuan took the medicine bowl and brought it to the living room table and gently put it down. Floor cloths to dry the sprayed floors.

Yan Chengmo had already closed the bedroom door with peace of mind, who told Zhao Xuan to lie!

"Zhao Xuan, let's go. Ignore him. There is one less thing to worry about if he dies of illness!" The old man said with his wrinkled mouth closed, and walked downstairs with his cane.

Yan Chengmo was very helpless facing the bedroom door.

Tang Yiling on the side of the red iron gate, these days Tang Yiling took advantage of the car repair at the 4S shop, she tried to find the location of the art village at home.

She asked a lot of people, and it seemed that no one knew that there was an "art village" outside the suburbs. She herself wondered if the aunt who came to the village that day was a real person.

"Miss Tang, Tang Xiaodong called to ask how you are doing." Zhang Miao said, Tang Yiling replied a few words, but he didn't know what Miss Tang said, and Zhang Miao didn't know how to call Tang Xiaodong back.

Tang Yiling paused his thoughts: "I'll call my brother myself."

"Yes." Zhang Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer had to think about calling Tang Xiaodong on her home phone. It was strange to say that Tang Yiling had improved a lot during this period, but she actually used her mobile phone to make a call. That day She was also very surprised when she received a call from Miss Tang about the Outer Ring incident. Miss Tang used to be too lazy to bring her mobile phone, and she often said that the mobile phone is a big brick and a burden!

"Tang Xiaodong, what are you doing?" Tang Yiling called her brother while thinking about the art village.

"Old sister, you are very chic. After your parents disappeared, you never took the initiative to care about my younger brother. Do you know how to be the elder sister?"

"Shit, how old are you? If you were the ancient Jiji (15 years old), you would be getting married, do you know?"

"It's still in the year of Ji!" Tang Xiaodong said with a smile.

"What about you? Are you crazy at home?"

"No, I'm going to stay at my grandma's house for a while, and I'm going to play with my cousin."

Tang Yiling sighed, and Tang Xiaodong asked her what was wrong, and she thought of asking Tang Xiaodong: "Do you know that there is a place called Art Village outside the suburbs of Qingshan City?"

"Art Village? Out of the suburbs?" Tang Xiaodong muttered, "Oh, isn't there a classmate in your university who is from the Art Village? It was your birthday before, and you helped your father and his comrade-in-arms grandson cut a doll on the spot, don't you remember? gone?"

Tang Yiling racked her brains, she couldn't remember anything, she immediately hung up the phone, and when it comes to college classmates, isn't Ruolan a college classmate, Ruolan must know.

"Ruolan..." Tang Yiling hung up the phone and walked out of the bedroom, went to the next door to ask Ruolan, and Ruolan just opened the door and came out, "Yi Ling, are you looking for me? It just so happens that I have something to look for you too."

"What's wrong?" Tang Yiling looked at Ruo Lan who was frowning and asked.

"Yi Ling, Yan Chengmo next door is sick, do you know?"

"Ah?" Tang Yiling was very surprised. She hadn't looked for him since she was discharged from the hospital. She wanted to find him during the period, but she thought it would be better to spend more time helping him find his brother. Seeing his brother Yan Chengmo should also be much happier.

"I didn't expect him to be sick." Tang Yiling went downstairs after saying that.

"Where are you going?" Ruolan asked after going downstairs, thinking that Tang Yiling was going out to do something again.

"I'll go see him next door."

"Oh." Ruolan stopped and returned to the second floor, ready to go to her tutoring class, as long as Yi Ling is willing to go and find the next door, it will be easy, and she has nothing to do.

"Yan Chengmo..." Tang Yiling shouted, Zhao Xuan rushed out and opened the bronze iron door, and the old man in the room came out to meet Tang Yiling with a smile.

"Ling'er, have you eaten yet?" The old man asked with a smile, Ling'er nodded and said that he had eaten, yes, it's past lunch now, and it's not time for dinner at this point, who can say that he didn't eat Woolen cloth?

Except the sickly Yan Chengmo!

Zhao Xuan quickly went to the kitchen and came out after a while: "Miss Tang, please bring this noodles, this medicinal soup, and these medicinal granules, let Yan Chengmo eat them."

"what?"

"Yan Chengmo hasn't eaten for three days and three nights, he doesn't take medicine and he doesn't go out to see a doctor." Zhao Xuan added, and then the old man also pretended to be sad and said: "Isn't this waiting to die!"

"Three days?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Xuan and the old man replied in unison.

Tang Yiling pouted angrily, and brought a tray of noodles and medicine to the second floor.

Zhao Xuan put away his mobile phone and said to the old man with a smile, "Grandpa, I'm busy at the restaurant, you old man, please rest."

"Yes, yes, I have nothing to do when Ling'er is here, I'll go catch up on sleep." The old man said, going to the bedroom and closing the door, not forgetting to tell Zhao Xuan to remember to eat.

"Okay!" Zhao Xuan hummed a little tune and left the bronze iron gate.

"Yan Chengmo, open the door." Yan Chengmo listened to Linger's voice on the bed in the bedroom. Linger is here?

Yan Chengmo's slow movements were in a hurry, he dragged his heavy body slowly to get up from the bed, tried his best to brush his teeth, put on decent clothes for himself, and made the bed tidy...

"Why do you look like a thief when you open the door?" Tang Yiling frowned, and slowly approached the bedroom, "Open the window, it's full of your sweat."

(End of this chapter)