It turned out that it was Mr. Gu who had always thought of medicine

Chapter 14 Gu Ciyuan remembers everything about Zhong Qing
The math teacher was taken aback and asked him to go to the office to call the head teacher.

Gu Ciyuan actually didn't want to talk to women, so he ran to the door of the office, stood at the door and shouted loudly with his eyes closed:
"Teacher, my deskmate fainted!"

Zhong Qing was sent to the hospital. In order to understand the cause of the incident, she brought him to the hospital along with it.

It was the first time that Gu Ciyuan knew that Zhong Qing had seafood allergies, and this had been going on for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, many things have been forgotten, and Gu Ciyuan has a deep memory about Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing ate the dumplings, a sweet smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth.

In the afternoon, Zhong Qing taught the children in the orphanage. Although the children in the orphanage have more or less physical defects, some of them have a more thorough understanding of painting than ordinary people.

Zhong Qing taught skills on the blackboard, and the students below followed suit.

A class lasts 45 minutes, and it is quiet without any sound.

Gu Ciyuan stood outside the window for 45 minutes, quietly watching this timid and brave girl.

The warm wind with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus blows gently, and the classroom is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers. The beige skirt and black short hair are flaunting in the breeze.

After class, I helped the children clean up the classroom. The children are going to have dinner, and their volunteer activities for today are over.

Han Zhi turned his head, smiled and walked to Zhong Qing's side.

"Da Zhong, I stopped by Taylor Shopping Center today, and I dropped by to take you back?"

Zhong Qing's eyes lit up, it was indeed inconvenient to take a taxi here.

Just as he was about to nod, Gu Ciyuan held his arm, with a gentle smile on his face.

"What a coincidence, I live in Anjing Community near Taylor Square."

Zhong Qing's eyes widened suddenly, as if she didn't believe it.

But with a little hope, like a sugar falling to the tip of my heart, it slowly melts.

How could it be such a coincidence!

Han Zhi also laughed, when he was joking: "Black Ball, forget it, I will send Dazhong back today, and when you really move to Dazhong's community, you will drop by to send Dazhong."

Han Zhi's eyes were slightly provocative, how about it, he still knows which neighborhood Da Zhong's family lives in!
Gu Ciyuan was still methodical, looked at Zhong Qing and said, "Did you drop your wallet? I picked it up last time. I will send you back today and return it to you."

Pick up your wallet?
Han Zhi's complexion gradually turned pale...

Nima.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Qing really nodded towards Gu Ciyuan, with a look of joy on her face.

That wallet belonged to Zhong Shuo. Last time he put it on the coffee table, she took it to the supermarket.

Zhong Qing smiled apologetically at Han Zhizhi, and signed flexibly:
"Thank you, but I'm going to get my wallet back, happy today!"

Han Yi could only watch the two get into the car, forcing a smile on his face.

"Laughing cat, someone gave the big clock, so you can give it to us!"

Su Ting and a few girls also needed to take the bus, looking at Han Zhizhi expectantly.

Han Zhi sighed with disappointment, and said with a righteous smile: "Go, get in the car!"

Zhong Qing was sitting in the co-pilot, and there was a faint smell of freshener in the car.

She lowered her head, silently feeling dark in her heart.

This should be because Gu Ciyuan's obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness became more serious...

When she was a child, her aunt found a few traditional Chinese medicines and asked her grandmother to cook them for her, saying that there was hope for her hearing to be cured.

She has to drink three times a day, but she can't go home at noon, so she puts it in a water bottle and takes it to school.

During that time, her body was full of the "stink" of traditional Chinese medicine, and other students usually ignored her, and they couldn't smell it when they sat far away.

Only Gu Ciyuan, pinching his nose every day, looked like he was dying of disgust.

Once in class, she accidentally spilled Chinese medicine on Gu Ciyuan's sleeve, and Gu Ciyuan bounced up from his seat.

(End of this chapter)