I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

The bone did not pierce the muscle, but simply twisted the direction, but the joint was misaligned and a part of the bone below was broken. It was not troublesome to repair, and there was no need to use a knife.

Chen Feng has encountered many fractures of this degree, but it is the first time for him to sculpt a cat's bone.

Chen Feng half-kneeled on the ground and pulled the cat's hind limbs, while pulling and gently pinching its fractured part, Chen Feng was ready within a minute.

Taking out the wooden stick he had shaved before to fix the cat's hind limbs, Chen Feng began to boil the plaster with a beaker.

Due to temperature issues, these raw gypsums cannot all be used as mature gypsum, but it is sufficient to make do with it.

After spending more than half an hour, Chen Feng tied the two hind limbs of the tabby cat together, and tied the knot with the last plaster bandage, thus declaring that his task was completed.

There were three meat buns in his schoolbag, which he gave him in May. He put the meat buns in the cat's nest, put the cat in the cat's nest, and put it in a small jar of water on the side.

The cat’s fracture was not serious, and the plaster could be removed in about a week, but after the plaster was put on, he also fixed his hind limbs together to prevent it from moving before the plaster was dry.

Just take time from time to time to come over and feed it something.

Today the teachers have to work overtime to change their papers, and tomorrow’s midterm exam results will be on the list, and now it’s not even five o’clock, and they can go to deliver food again.

Turning around, Chen Feng found Xuexia Xuenai standing not far away looking at him like a ghost.

"Why are you still here?"

"I can't speak more than I thought, classmate Chen Feng. Also, please don't use personal pronouns to address me all the time. My name is Xuexia Xuena."

"Xuexia...?"

Chen Feng froze for a moment, and quickly replied, "Then, classmate Xuexia, please continue to stand here, I'm leaving."

At the moment when the two passed by, Xuexiaxuenai said:

"How about that cat...?"

"If there is no accident, it is alive."

"So..."

"That's right." Chen Feng turned around and threw an apple that he had just received to Xuexia Xueno, "Your reward for helping."

"..."

Holding the apple, Xuexia Xuena was silent for a long time, and she checked whether there were any strange pinholes on the apple until Chen Feng's back completely disappeared.

"What a... weird person."

The fire on the ground had been extinguished by him and cleaned up, as if no one had been there at all, the small courtyard behind this old school building was once again quiet.

Under the stray cat under the wooden board, there is still Chen Feng's school uniform jacket...

Walking outside the school, Chen Feng called Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Hey?"

"Smelly lady."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I have used up my coat, please make two new ones for me?"

"You only wore it for a week! Where did you get your coat?"

"Sent out."

"..."

Only the sound of someone’s breathing came from the other end of the phone, and after a few seconds, the phone was hung up with Hiratsuka’s ‘roll’.

In the evening, when Chen Feng came home from get off work, he received a text message.

‘Come to my office tomorrow morning to get it. ’

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ps: Tickets——

Chapter 34: Laughing and crying are not contradictory

What is the criterion for judging whether it is the same person?

soul? memory?

This question has been debated all the time, and there has never been an absolutely accurate answer.

But for a person, what is the equivalent of memory?

It seems to be a mass of ashes, but there is still warmth in the depths of the ashes.

Chen Feng has always been a dreamer, but every time he woke up from a dream, he often didn't know whether he was frightened by what was in the dream, and he didn't know what he had dreamed of... …

The room was dark, except for the inferior curtains, there was a little yellow light.

With the help of them, Chen Feng was not completely trapped in darkness, but accompanied by spots of light.

He sat up abruptly from the bed, pain in his eyebrows. Those strong and powerful hands were sticking to the bed sheet, and only the feeling of coldness and moisture was conveyed to his brain at the same moment.

The violent movement caused the beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks to gather together, unable to withstand the heavy fall on his bedding.

There was a dull pain in his head, and Chen Feng sat for a long time with his face in his hands.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sharp pain in his throat made him cough unnaturally, but the shaking lungs wanted him to keep coughing. The chapped lips trembled slightly, Chen Feng inhaled his nose, and slowly got up to take some cold medicine.

It is rare that Chen Feng has caught a cold after many years.

After taking the medicine, he lay back on the bed, but tossed and turned for a long time...

He didn't remember when he fell asleep.

He had a dream, very light, but very deep.

The people who left are here, they are coming to meet the one who is going to leave...

It is light, because Chen Feng understands that the dead are gone after all. They were swept away by the wind like Huang Sha, no matter how hard they tried, they would never come back.

It is profound, because...Chen Feng saw them before he died, they did come, everyone gathered together, all of them were smiling, but deep in the smile, there were regrets and sorrows.

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