I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

Oh, why do you start thinking again...Don't think about it...Don't think about it...

Chen Feng looked suspiciously at Sayuri, who was pressing her nose while shaking her head and pursing her mouth.

Why is Sayuri today so strange?

It seemed that she had noticed Chen Feng's gaze, Sayuri returned to normal in a short while, she looked at the long street in the small town, and the exotic architecture really gave people a peculiar freshness.

"By the way, I heard that Feng Jun seemed to have first aided a passerby who was in danger before he came? He even paid a large amount of medical expenses for free?"

"Um."

Chen Feng confessed generously. It is not strange that Sayuri knew about this. After all, Yang Nao and Sayuri have always been closely connected, and he also told Yang Nao who had come to Cengfan about this matter. strangeness.

"It seems that Feng Jun really likes medicine. He has worked so hard before entering the university, but that major will be very hard."

Sayuri smiled faintly. She remembered that when she was studying at East University, the senior sister of the Faculty of Medicine seemed to be bald and clean. Every day she was not a classroom or a laboratory. Compared to other majors, she could be said to be too tired. .

She even worried about Chen Feng's hair...

"Is it difficult? I think I can go to leisure better. I am still a little basic, and it will be easier to learn."

"You can't say this to other people, otherwise...cough cough, forget it, someone else was beaten."

Looking through the phone, Sayuri found several video authors who she followed on a certain tube.

"I also found many similar authors, but I don't know if their first aid methods are appropriate."

"Really? Let me see."

Chen Feng tilted her body, Sayuri looked at the man approaching in front of her tightly.

It seems...a little too close...

Chen Feng's gaze was always on Sayuri's phone. He did not notice that Sayuri's face was flushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even because Sayuri's hand was shaking so badly, he grabbed Sayuri's wrist to stop her shaking her. Go down.

After watching a few videos quietly, Chen Feng nodded and moved back when Sayuri breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is no big problem with measures, but some things have not been clearly stated. The first aid of your first video for ordinary bleeding is not useful at all. He should explain in more detail that this is a first aid plan to deal with heavy bleeding, and his The first step is not clear. The first step must be to find the cause of the bleeding, not to test the blood type in a panic. Also, do not use the styptic powder casually, otherwise send it back to the back hospital and see the doctor there. The wound may be so angry that you want to kill. As for the pressure of the bandage, there is nothing wrong with the process. Just remember to mark the pressure time, otherwise it will easily cause the body to die..."

As the two walked Chen Feng, they pointed out the problems they had seen bit by bit. When they saw that the topic had finally shifted away from them, Sayuri was finally relieved.

Fortunately, fortunately, as long as you don't have a nosebleed, you can say anything.

Along the way, Chen Feng combined the content of the video with the situation he encountered before and made some improvements. Among them, he also mentioned a lot of methods that need to be adjusted. The name of the device Sayuri has never even heard of it.

She can only nodded and smiled awkwardly, feeling that Chen Feng seemed a bit too professional and didn't seem to be a high school student at all.

However, it seems right to think about it again. A person who can take a grenade out of his trouser pocket doesn't seem to be normal.

She was still nodding her head mechanically, and suddenly felt that her head was lightly patted twice.

"Okay, we're there."

The two of them walked into an alley unknowingly, and in front of them was an old house with an old plaque and a slightly cracked wall.

There are not too many snowflakes on the steps outside, and there are traces of cleaning on it. It seems that the owner or staff will clean it regularly.

You can hardly see anyone in the alley at a glance, and this incompatible room between the towering buildings really makes people feel more gloomy.

This store does not have see-through glass on the wall like other bookstores, but a decoration that looks very chronological, which also shows that there seems to be no people in this store usually.

With a sigh of relief, a white mist appeared in front of Sayuri, and she looked around with big eyes.

"It always feels a little bit cold."

"Maybe it's because of the sparse population." Looking around, Chen Feng walked into the bookstore with his foot up.

No one took the initiative to ask questions. The bookstore was also empty. The bookshelves were very cold and quiet. There were no signs of personnel activity in the places used for reading books. Only a sleepy old man was at the front desk. , There was a thick book in front of him. The text on the top was in Arabic, and there were simple notes on the side, which seemed to record the feelings and comments of the old man after reading it.

"Guest...Are you a traveler from abroad? Welcome to the shop. It's just a pity that there are not too many popular books here. It might disappoint the two guests."

Chapter 90: Ancient Gifts and Favorites (1)

It seems that the old man of the store manager only raised his eyes slightly and then entered a drowsy state again. It seemed that he did not expect the two foreign tourists to stay in his store for long.

Although Sayuri's language ability is not as good as Chen Feng, she is relatively proficient in Japanese, Chinese, Russian, English, and French languages. After hearing the words of the store manager, she was taken aback.

Isn't the bookstore opened to make money? How can such a service attitude appear?

However, she didn't directly draw any conclusions, but quietly waited for Chen Feng beside her to speak. After all, she just wanted someone to accompany her out. As for where she went, she didn't really care.

"Are there any recommended books here? Unpopular ones are fine."

"Turn right, and count the fourth floor from bottom to top on the bottom shelf. I specially sorted out that floor. I like it very much, but I think it doesn't suit most people's tastes."

On the front desk chair, the old man's fisherman hat covered most of his face, and the hoarse voice came from him.

"Well, thank you very much."

Just nodding his head casually, Chen Feng walked in the direction described by the old man.

The air in the bookstore is filled with a faint scent of incense. With the shelter of the gate and the shelter of the wall, the temperature in the bookstore is naturally much higher than the outside world.

It looks like... There is only one person in this shop.

After a short walk, Chen Feng did not see anyone other than the old man, but this dilapidated old bookstore was cleaned up. The books are arranged in the order they should be on the top of the shelf, black. The shelf is crumbling, but it still seems to want to do the rest of its life to carry the books above it.

In addition to the numerous bibliographies, the deepest wall of the bookstore hangs a painting that seems to be sprinkled with colorful paint, sometimes with lines, sometimes clusters, sometimes densely twisted, and there is no rule at first glance, but it looks like The work of a child's interest.

Chen Feng stared for a few seconds and then nodded slightly. Although he could not understand the painting, he could still feel the beauty of the simple outline and color combination.

Beauty does not require knowledge to experience, it is more of a kind of emotional expression and resonance.

Going a few steps forward, the shopkeeper pointed out a specially organized bookshelf. The style of the bookshelf has not changed much. It is just that the books on the books should be written with classification letters. The place is blank, and the sorting looks messy. Look for it. There are less than a few signs of book classification.

Fairy tales, politics, economics, medicine... are arranged in a disorderly manner at the top.

You must know that whether it is a bookstore or a library, sorting books by alphabet is the most basic thing. Sayuri glanced at the books on other shelves, and it seemed that only the classification of this shelf was excluded.

"What a strange place..."

Sayuri thought about it, but she found that Chen Feng's gaze had been scanning the bookshelf, as if she was still uncertain about what she wanted to see in her heart.

Sayuri picked up a fairy tale written in Russian on the shelf at random and reminded:

"Mr. Feng, there are actually many ways to record stories. Even fairy tales can find many stories that reflect reality, but they are hidden deeper."

"That's true, but it still has to be filtered."