narrow red

Kuangzheng slept deeply, until a strong light hit the center of his brows, he frowned and opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was bright, the window was full of bright white sun, the curtain was blown by the wind, Baochan was sitting on the wooden chair under the curtain On the bed, hugging the back of the chair and sleeping soundly.

Kuangzheng turned over and wanted to get up, when the iron frame creaked, Baochan woke up with a slight tremor, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Brother, are you going to the toilet, or are you hungry?"

He didn't sleep much, his eyes were reddish, "Go to the bathroom," Kuangzheng put on his slippers, "Go to bed and sleep."

"No need," Baochan rubbed his face, even with so many people in the room, he couldn't fall asleep, "It's time to get up."

There were too many people receiving IV drips, and there were not enough infusion poles. Baochan wanted to hold the bottle for him, but he refused to let him: "It's not a serious illness, I will do it myself."

"Let's go," Baochan said while yawning, "I'm here, can I still make you work hard?"

"No," Kuangzheng was a little frustrated, "Look at... I'm afraid I won't be able to urinate."

"Come on," Baozhan gave him a sideways glance, "You didn't say it yourself, it's the same in public toilets."

That time was at Kuangzheng's house, Baochan was brushing his teeth, and Kuangzheng came in to pee, "Besides," Baochan muttered, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

This is not good for others to hear, Kuang Zheng leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen it?"

"Live in the same room," Baochan pushed him away, "I'll see Baobuqi whenever I can, haven't you seen mine?"

Kuangzheng didn't say a word, he had seen it before, vaguely, probably knew the shape.

The toilet is public, at the end of the corridor in the ward, Baochan accompanied him to the urinal, and turned around holding the bottle, when the phone rang in his pocket.

"Hello," he picked it up, "Brother?"

"Why is there no one in your house?" Shi Kuoting asked.

"Old Kuang has gastroenteritis, I'm with him in the hospital."

"Did you eat too much last night?" Shi Kuoting's voice could be heard clearly in the empty toilet, "Big Boss doesn't need exercise for his stomach and intestines!"

"The injection was given, and the doctor prescribed three bottles of intravenous drip."

"I asked him to drink for nothing, and he insisted on drinking it," Shi Kuoting still remembered last night, "This is a crime."

"We all have to be in the hospital today, you play your tricks."

"Understood, I'll be there in a while."

Hanging up the phone, Baochan helped Kuangzheng back to the ward, everyone in the room was up, washing up, eating, and eating, Kuangzheng went to bed, snorting slightly, Baochan carefully noticed: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Kuang Zheng lay down and covered himself with a quilt, "my stomach is bloated, and I'm full of gas inside."

"Your intestines are hurt," Baochan pulled the chair over, "I'll rub it for you."

As he said that, he reached into the bed with one hand, and Kuangzheng gave a jolt. The palm on his stomach was warm, and he rubbed it slowly around the navel. It was so comfortable, and it was so strange. After so many years away from home, he had never Being served in this way, let alone a friend, even a girlfriend can't do it.

"Young man," said the old man next door again, "your brother is so kind to you."

"Ah." Kuang Zheng smiled.

"Is it dear?" the old man asked Baochan again.

Bao Chan rubbed and said, "Brother Gan."

Brother Gan, this is a word that is absolutely unheard in the circle of Zhengzheng. It carries a kind of worldliness and intimacy. Entering the quilt, covering the back of Baochan's hand.

After rubbing hands together for a long time, Baochan was afraid that Kuangzheng's hungry stomach would not be able to bear it, so he took the money and went out to buy breakfast. Kuangzheng was bored by himself and just wanted to lie down and take a nap, when a clear voice came from the door: "I found it." , this house!"

It was Ying Xiaonong, who came in hesitantly, stepped on the chair that Baochan had been sitting on, hugged the back of the chair and joked and corrected: "You said that you are Mr. Kuang, if you eat lobster and abalone, it will be fine," he said. She pouted, "You can't be too stingy!"

Behind him are Shi Kuoting and Sa Shuang, who are carrying things. For some reason, those two guys are shirtless, and they are particularly eye-catching in the overcrowded ward.

Kuangzheng leaned against the head of the bed: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Don't mention it," Shi Kuoting put the soybean milk and rice porridge on the small cabinet, and put the fruit on the ground. "The sun by the sea is too poisonous. You can see it for me." He turned around, and there was a red and white patch on his back. One piece, like suffering from some malignant skin disease, "It hurts and itches, and I don't know when it will be cured."

Like him, Sa Shuang lost a layer of skin on his back, which made people feel numb. Now Ying Xiaonong has something to say: "I don't know who it is, but I'm putting on sunscreen and sarcastic. How about now, Hua Fairy Transformed."

The three characters of "Flower Fairy" were well-known, and he couldn't laugh out loud.

Shi Kuoting ignored him, and threw a small plastic bag to Kuangzheng: "We are about the same size, try it."

It was a replacement vest and shorts. Kuangzheng was a little surprised. He only had two or three friendships with Shi Kuoting, and Baochan didn't ask him on the phone just now, but he thought of all these little things.

Opening the plastic bag, it turned out to be Baozhan's large cotton underpants, Kuangzheng smiled: "Thank you buddy."

Sa Shuang's sharp eyes saw that the bottle was about to bottom out, so she ran to the door and called the nurse, "Miss, change the dressing on bed 4!"

This group of people is really enthusiastic. They help out when they see it. They don’t have any schemes or cares. They have no money, but they are kind and can live ordinary life happily.

When Baochan came back with rice porridge and pickles, Kuangzheng was almost finished eating, and everyone got together lively, Baochan found that there were few people: "Where is Xiao Chen?"

"Her," it's okay if you don't mention her, and you will be happy when you mention her, "the little girl is here too!"

"Don't laugh," Sa Shuang was unhappy, "No one is allowed to laugh at my sister behind her back."

"What happened to her?" Baochan was worried.

"Upstairs in the ward," Ying Xiaonong picked up a banana, "Just like Mr. Kuang, let Xiao Seafood make trouble."

Baochan thought back to last night, she was a little girl who didn't drink much wine, let alone eat garlic, it was inevitable that she got caught.

"She can't do it when she's singing," Ying Xiaonong said while eating bananas. "After you left, I waited for her outside the toilet. When she came out, her legs were limp. I carried them to the hospital..."

"Hey, who are you talking about!" There was a loud sound at the door, Chen Rouen came down, and entered the room holding the infusion pole, the six giants finally got together in this noisy ward.

"Grandma, I was wrong!" Ying Xiaonong quickly gave up the chair, she looked like an imperial lady with a dragon stick, and Shi Shi sat down in front of the bed: "Brother Kuang, how are you doing?"

The same person who has fallen into the sky, Kuang Zheng nodded awkwardly: "It's okay..."

Everyone talked to each other, from seafood last night to soy milk this morning, Bao Chan glanced at his phone, and it was almost noon: "Senior brother, don't waste your time here, you go and play when you have nothing to do."

Shi Kuoting didn't move: "The three of you are here, what else are we playing?"

"That's right," Ying Xiaonong also said, "I don't care."

"Fight the Landlord," Sa Shuang came up with the idea again, "I'll go buy a deck!"

Kuang Zheng didn’t know how to fight landlords, so he was hurt by Ruyizhou’s good ones, and he got started without playing two games. He has worked in finance for ten years, and he is very familiar with probability theory and game theory. Conferred God directly in Ward 316.

A day of small poker games is over, the three bottles of drip are finished, everyone goes back to the hotel together, Kuang Zheng goes to the bathroom to take a shower, Bao Zhan is outside to pack things, Shi Kuo Ting booked the high-speed train for tomorrow, and returns home.

Suddenly the phone rang, it belonged to Kuangzheng, Baochan picked it up and saw that "Old Bai" was calling.

"Brother," he went to knock on the bathroom door, "you call, 'Old Bai'."

There was silence at the door for a while: "It's a holiday, no answering."

When the ringing stopped, Baochan threw the phone back on the bed, and within a minute the phone rang again. He didn't want to care about it at first, but "Old Bai" kept calling like he was urging him to die. He was afraid that there was something important, so he secretly picked it up.

There was a majestic voice next to my ear: "You boy, you have a big temper."

Baochan was overwhelmed by the aura of the great leader: "Hello, Kuangzheng...he is taking a bath."

Bai Yinwu was taken aback for a moment, and got up from the sofa. A man was in the room, and Kuang was... taking a shower?

"You are?" He was a little afraid to ask.

"I'm his friend," Baochan explained, "We're not at home now, we're out to play."

Not at home, but out to play, Bai Yinwu couldn't figure it out, what's the relationship between staying in a suite on vacation?

He asked, "Domestic or foreign?"

Baozhan directly reported the location: "Beidaihe."

Bai Yinwu thought he heard it wrong: "Where?"

Baochan repeated: "Beidaihe."

Bai Yin didn't answer the phone for a long time in the afternoon, and he had to adjust every tie for a long time. He went to Beidaihe for a rare vacation in ten years?

"You two... live in a suite?"

Baochan didn't quite understand this "one suite": "Standard room, we share one room."

A cheap double room in a hotel... Bai Yinwu almost suspected that his call had gone to a parallel world. A person as crazy as Kuang Zheng actually shared a room with someone else: "It's Kuang Zheng... who asked for a double room?"

These words were meant to pry into privacy, but Baochan couldn't hear it: "We are two people in one room."

"you?"

"The six of us," he said matter-of-factly, "hang out together."

Bai Yinwu had an accident. In their line of work, he has no real friends after the age of 25. When Kuang Zheng is frustrated, he can still find a group of friends to hang out with. It doesn't matter whether he is in Beidaihe or Hawaii, a standard room or a presidential suite. Good luck struck by lightning.

When Kuangzheng came out of the shower, Baochan took his phone and slapped him on the buttocks. Baochan knew he was wrong, so he quickly returned the phone to him, and Kuangzheng took it and said lazily, "What's the matter?"

Familiar voice, familiar tone, Bai Yinwu chuckled: "Why aren't you called Mr. Bai?"

"It's a holiday," Kuang Zheng said still coldly, "There is no Mr. Bai."

He was still blaming him, Bai Yinwu tried to ease the relationship: "Where did you find the little boy, stupid," he joked, "You have no intentions, do you?"

"You surnamed Bai, don't talk nonsense," Kuang Zheng pushed back fiercely, "My brother."

Bai Yinwu's face froze.

"The private bank that topped the account," Kuang Zheng began to talk about work with him, "Independent accounting?"

Bai Yinwu suppressed the fire: "Yes."

"How much money is left in the account?"

"I'll send you the details later."

"I want all the historical records of that Belgian bank when it exited." Kuang Zheng's aura suddenly changed, sharp and sharp, like a knife, piercing the core of the problem, "personnel, accounts, assets, as well as transaction records and customers. List, I want to see what the hell you threw me."