not good, immortal

Chapter 11
"Hey! What are you thinking?"

Xiao Ba turned his head around at some point, staring at Feng He in a strange posture, and didn't express the slightest sign of his gaffe, as if the crying and fussing just now had never happened.

Be calm.

Feng He didn't want to talk to her at first, as a demon, she is territorial.

But after thinking about it, generally speaking, after a conflict occurs between women, they often ignore each other, but if one of them actively seeks to communicate, then it can be understood as a show of weakness.

Now that he has already opened his mouth to show weakness, he should not care about it. It is more appropriate to get along well under the same roof. This is also the experience of blood and tears learned from Princess Wei and Shi Liangdi.

"Oh, wondering what disease I have."

"Hahahaha! Idiot!" Xiao Ba laughed and burst into tears.

But it was different from what she had expected. The girl in front of her was neither angry nor angry, her face was very calm, she just looked at herself silently without speaking.

This person is quite good-looking, why is he such a boring gourd?
Xiao Ba was a little angry, and his tone was full of provocation: "Stupid!"

The boring gourd still didn't speak.

Xiao Ba was puzzled, and continued to test: "Stupid...you?"

Finally, Feng He's lips moved, she thought for a long time before she opened her mouth and said, "What do you mean by idiot?"

It is true, do not understand.

She was isolated from the world a thousand years ago. How could she know that this word, which was born only a few hundred years ago, has now become a classic Chinese curse.

Xiao Ba was speechless.

She has always disliked living with others, but there is no single room here, so she can only do bad things on purpose, or threaten or scold, to force the person next to her to leave.

How could this tried and tested trick not work on this person?
Really boring.

She said nonsense: "It means you are cute."

It turned out to be the case.

Fenghe suddenly realized that she was familiar with this adjective.

When the little gold fish was named Dongfang Shuo, he once wrote a book called "Shen Yi Jing", and there is a section in it called "There are people in the East".

She pondered and said: "There are people in the east. The men are all dressed in red and onyx with a crown, and the women are all wearing clothes. The men and women will become cute. They sit respectfully without violating each other, and praise each other without destroying each other."

Feng He was complacent: "Is that what you mean?"

Xiaoba: ...

What classical Chinese is this man talking about, why can't he understand it at all?
She raised her head, only to meet Feng He's scorching gaze, and almost had the three big characters "seeking approval" engraved on her face. Does this newcomer really feel like he's pretending to be an ancient person in his head?
It doesn't matter, everyone is mentally ill, who is afraid of whom?
She shook her head weakly and let out a "hmm" sound like a kitten meowing.

"Okay, I see."

It is normal for languages ​​to change over time.

The difference between the elegant language of the Han Dynasty and the Zhengyin of the Song Dynasty is not small, but the language spoken by the Chinese people today is more like the pronunciation of the Jin people mixed in the Zhengyin.

Fortunately, the first thing I do when I come back to the world is to pretend to be dumb and imitate their language, Feng He secretly remembers this new word in his heart: "Thank you."

Xiao Ba didn't dare to talk, and looked up at the ceiling, pretending that he didn't hear.Why does she feel a little ashamed as a demon king in chaos?
The hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed to five o'clock, and a familiar voice sounded at the door on time.

"Open! Dinner! La!"

Tang Tang carried the lunch box, and entered the ward like a gust of wind, "Tonight's dishes are very good, there are fish-flavored eggplant, steamed beef, and fried chicken nuggets."

The one who was more punctual than her was Xiao Ba, who had already set up the table with lightning speed, and knocked eagerly on the table:

"Fried chicken! Fried chicken! Fried chicken!"

"I know you like to eat."

Tang Tang took the lunch box out of the plastic bag and put it on her table, "There is also winter melon dumpling soup, hey, sit down and be careful not to spill it."

After Xiao Ba was settled, she put another lunch box on the bedside table, and said to Feng He: "Sit down, don't move, I will teach you first."

After all, I don’t know what ingenuity was used. With a slight push, low fences were formed on both sides of the bed, and a board was conjured from under the end of the bed, and it was placed on the fence. The pattern is set up.

"If you're uncomfortable sitting up, you can rock the bed."

shake?This verb is a bit odd.

"like this."

Tang Tang bowed down, grabbed a handle, and shook it up with ease, Feng He felt the bed board behind him slowly rise with the rhythm, and soon, the head of the bed became a backrest.

Feng He was amazed.

"Do you understand? Hey, I'm going to wash my hands first." Before she could answer, Tang Tang ran into the toilet, and the sound of water rushing came.

Soon, she ran out again in a hurry, carried the plastic bag to Feng He's small table, opened the lunch box and the bowl cover in sequence, tore open the packaging, and handed her a plastic spoon.

"Thank you."

Feng He took the spoon and observed it carefully for two seconds.A trace of doubt arises in my heart, can this piece as thin as a cicada's wing be used?He turned his head and looked at Xiao Ba who was eating, oh, it works.

"Eat it quickly, don't let it get cold." Tang Tang told her mysteriously, "There is an extra meal tonight, it's a cream cake, I'll bring it to you later."

"Cream cake!?" What's that?
Xiao Ba, who was eating enthusiastically next to him, suddenly stopped: "I want it too, I want it too."

"Don't make trouble, there are all of them." Tang Tang's eyes were full of indulgence, and he was full of smiles.

It seems that this cream cake is a good thing, but Feng He still has a question, she is half grateful and half curious to Tang Tang: "Why are you so kind to us?"

"Didn't you say, I'm your bed nurse." Tang Tang was a little proud.

In fact, she has always known that behind the scenes, many colleagues think that she likes to hang out with patients, criticize her quite a bit, and think that her brain is not very good.

But Tang Tang has been such a person since she was a child. To put it nicely, she is helpful, and to put it bluntly, she is called the Virgin Mary White Lotus.

So when she took the college entrance examination, she felt that there were only two careers suitable for her in the future, nurse and neighborhood committee aunt.Well, the latter feels a generation behind his own age.

So I resolutely filled in the nursing major, and then entered the psychiatry department because it was a coincidence.

But it doesn't matter who the patient is or what disease he has.Whenever she receives heartfelt thanks from patients and their families, she is happy and satisfied.

Especially for patients like Fenghe.

Good-looking, obedient, quiet and not causing trouble, not being a showman, and most importantly not beating or swearing, he is simply the ideal type of all doctors and nurses in the psychiatric department.

Meeting those bright and beautiful eyes like deer's eyes, and seeing the eyes filled with gratitude, Tang Tang felt that his happiness was like boiling water, almost overflowing.

Although she doesn't quite understand what a "bed nurse" is, Fenghe is very clear that she has nothing now.Someone can take care of herself meticulously without expecting anything in return, and her touch is also true and pure.

Then it’s better to learn and use it alive.

"You are really stupid!"

Tang Tang:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)