Celestial Masters Alliance

I never knew that taking care of patients was so energy-consuming. Sleeping on a recliner caused me to sprain my neck and cause pain all over my body. I spent every day in a daze. The stubble on my face grew wildly, which made me lose face in front of Shan Yu.

Shan Yu is very considerate. She comes to help after work and even stays until the end of visiting hours at night. She must like me! I always think so.

After I exhausted myself until the end of the third inspection, the leader sent Huang Qi and Zhong Hanwen to take us home. Shan Yu specially asked for leave to come and help. Her care for Zhao Shuang was like a sister-in-law taking care of her sick brother-in-law, which moved me very much.

Zhao Shuang's home is in an old police dormitory community. Looking at the fallen leaves and parking conditions in the community, I guess no one lives here anymore. There was no elevator in the old building, so Huang Qi and I almost carried Zhao Shuang upstairs. Fortunately, his house was not high up, and the third floor was already the limit of my exercise, and Huang Qi was sweating profusely. When Zhao Shuang opened the door, I felt sad for him again.

The house was covered with white cloth everywhere, and the white cloth was a little yellowish and gray. It seemed to be the result of keeping this state for a long time. It didn't look like a place for people to live at all, but more like an abandoned warehouse. The temperature inside the room seemed to be even lower than the temperature outside, and Huang Qi couldn't help but shudder. Seeing me looking at him, he coughed twice in embarrassment.

In order to facilitate Zhao Shuang's movement, Zhong Hanwen rented a wheelchair from the hospital. He didn't care about this scene and said lightly: "You guys pack up slowly, I will wait for you downstairs." Before I could say thank you, he He hurried downstairs.

"Don't touch my things!" Suddenly Zhao Shuang roared, which startled me. It turned out to be Shan Yu who picked up the photo frame fastened to the TV.

"I'm sorry!" Shan Yu quickly put down the photo frame, walked back to me and said softly: "I'm going down too. If you need help with anything, just call me."

Huang Qi took this opportunity to follow Shan Yu downstairs. I glared at Zhao Shuang unhappily: "What's wrong with you? Shan Yu specially asked for leave to help. If you don't appreciate it, you can't yell at a girl." Call it."

Zhao Shuang remained silent and lowered his head, seemingly showing no remorse. I sighed and picked up the photo frame that Shan Yu was looking at just now. In the photo was a solo photo of Zhao Shuang's mother. Tan Siping was wearing a red Latin dance skirt, posing gracefully: "Do you know why I always teased you when I was a kid? ?"

Zhao Shuang raised his head and looked at me, frowning slightly. I smiled and raised the photo frame in my hand: "Because you have an enviable mother, I often think about how great it would be if my mother was as beautiful as your mother. Everyone praised you for looking like your mother. You are the most handsome boy in the school, hum! Who allowed you to be more handsome than me? You must know that being fat first is not fat, and being fat later will kill you."

A smile appeared on Zhao Shuang's face: "Look at that photo carefully and see if you are still envious?"

I didn’t know what he wanted to say, or I followed his wishes and focused on the photo. In the photo, Tan Si Nian Ping has her back to the camera, turning her head and looking back, looking very charming. Her hair is tied up high and her graceful neck curve is clearly visible. It was those graceful curves that made my heart instantly sprayed with nitrogen and solidified into ice.

There is obviously a triangular slightly raised metal tattoo on Tan Siping's cervical vertebra, which is exactly the same as the tattoo on the corpse in the mine.

"What's going on?" My hand holding the photo frame began to shake, causing the glass and wooden edges of the photo frame to hit and rattle.

Zhao Shuang curled his lips and shook his head, as if he was smiling, more like he was jumping out to watch his ridiculed life from afar. I walked over, knelt down and looked at him levelly: "Have you noticed it earlier?"

"I wasn't sure at that time. After I came back, I looked at the photos carefully before confirming." Zhao Shuang's eyes were a little distracted. "She didn't have this tattoo in my memory. This photo was taken when she was performing before her father passed away. I'm not sure when the tattoo appeared."

"Is it true that it didn't happen before? Did you remember it wrong?" I was a little taken away from the topic by him.

"No!" His eyes began to drift toward the room. I knew he wanted to skip this topic again, so I quickly grabbed it.

"What do you think is the relationship between Uncle Gang and your mother?"

"Huh? I don't think there is a relationship between them." His tone was a bit tough. But this is a problem that cannot be avoided.

"I don't know if Uncle Gang had a tattoo before, but he told my mother that it was a tattoo he got when he was young. If you want to verify when the tattoo appeared, you have to ask Lin Zhengdong." Zhao Shuang's eyes finally fell on me I quickly explained: "Lin Zhengdong is Uncle Gang's son. Didn't I tell you that he will live with me during the holidays?"

"Oh!" Zhao Shuang remembered.

"If this tattoo is the symbol of an organization looking for ore, and the ore won't go away, so many years later, no one is looking for it anymore? How strange! We used to live not far from the ore, your mother... "Before I finished speaking, Zhao Shuang pushed the wheelchair towards the room, which made me a little annoyed.

I heard Zhao Shuang rummaging through boxes and cabinets, finding a place to vent his anger, and deliberately not helping him. Every time the discussion reached an important point, he would come to an abrupt end.

"Zhu Mo!" Zhao Shuang called me in the room.

I deliberately pretended not to hear.

"Zhu Mo, can you be more mature? It's very cold outside."

Yes, Shan Yu is still waiting for us downstairs. Let's find an opportunity to vent this bad breath again. I reluctantly moved towards the door of the room. There is no white cloth in Zhao Shuang's room, and the furnishings in the room are extremely simple, but it looks like him, clean and neat.

Zhao Shuang rang the bell by the wardrobe and attracted all my attention: "My bell is still here."

The bell his mother gave him, I immediately thought whether this bell has anything to do with the tattoo organization? Of course, Zhao Shuang must have thought of this question, but none of us can answer it. I took out the one the old monk gave me from my bag and handed it to Zhao Shuang. He put the two bells in his hands and compared them. There is no doubt that the two bells are very similar in terms of workmanship and material. It is very possible that they are very similar. It was made by a craftsman, so what does that mean?

There are a lot of problems, not only none of them have been solved, but more problems have arisen. My temples felt like they were being hit by two electric drills, and they were painful. Zhao Shuang stuffed both bells into his bag: "Let's go!"

I numbly went downstairs to greet Huang Qi and the others to come up to help, and I inevitably apologized in a fancy way. And quietly asked Shan Yu to book a good hotel for lunch as an apology.

The several-hour journey made everyone exhausted. Before departure, I sent a message to Xiao Si and asked him to prepare some gifts and arrange the hotel to thank Huang Qi and the others. Huang Qi sent us upstairs and hurried back, but they still accepted the gifts and left without eating.

"You kid, you gave me such a generous gift as a gift. Did Xiaosi take advantage of it?" As soon as I sent Shan Yu away, my mother accused me in front of Zhao Shuang. The gifts were sent to Xiaosi from my list, and Xiaosi just copied them as an errand.

I couldn't keep up the matter in front of Zhao Shuang. The washing machine made a banging sound. When I walked in, I saw that my mother had thrown the hiking bag into the washing machine, so I focused all my anger on this matter. : "I told you not to touch my things. If you put the bag in the washing machine and stir it up, either the bag will be damaged or the washing machine will be damaged." I opened the washing machine, and the hiking bag was twisted into a ball. The dashboard of the washing machine was hot. . I threw my hiking bag into the sink.

When my mother saw that I was angry, she quickly told Zhao Shuang and left in a hurry.

"Why are you so angry?" Zhao Shuang pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom with Ji Xiang lying on his lap.

"She didn't follow Uncle Gang's example, but she showed the spirit of the market to the fullest. Don't take it too seriously and take good care of yourself, okay?" I rinsed the bag casually with water and took it to the balcony to dry.

When he came back, Zhao Shuang handed me a stack of money. I was a little angry: "What are you doing?" I shook my hand and walked away.

Zhao Shuang followed me obediently, even with a low eyebrow: "Take it, I know you spent a lot of money on everything."

"Brothers, don't worry about everything." I glared at him.

"Because you are brothers, you want to share everything. Otherwise, we wouldn't be called brothers." Zhao Shuang put the money into my hand.

Now that he has said this, if I continue to be coy, I will look petty. I smiled and shook off the money in my hand: "You should give it to me before my mother leaves!"

We looked at each other and smiled, and I noticed that Zhao Shuang was grinning like a fool. After taking a closer look, I realized that he was imitating me. In order to prevent him from teasing me, I quickly turned around and left, pretending not to notice.

"I want to take a bath," he said suddenly.

"Okay! Brother, I will provide you with five-star service immediately." There is a bathtub in my master bathroom. It is convenient for Zhao Shuang to take a bath, but I spent a lot of time to keep the wound from touching the water, including plastic wrap and fresh-keeping film. The bags all went into battle, and when I saw the bite wounds on Zhao Shuang's thigh, my emotions tumbled again.