Sleepless Doctor

"Don't worry." Wu Mian said, "Master, let's go in and talk? It's a bit cold outside, it's snowing when I see it."

"You are so young, your body is not good? Yes, you have never been cold." Fan Zhongzhi, he wanted to stand up, but Wei Dabao catted up on his waist and said with a smile, "I will push you in."

"I can go by myself." Fan Zhongzhi said stubbornly.

"Isn't it still not recovered? A higher-level doctor has to get a doctor's advice." Wei Dabao tried not to see Wu Mian, and said to Fan Zhongzhi.

Wu Mian laughed and said, "Do you always feel cold?"

"This is nowhere. Twenty years ago, we rarely saw heavy snow in our northeast, and it's not cold in winter now."

"Then why do you wear so much."

Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and said nothing.

Wu Mian smiled, but didn't care.

Since Fan Zhongzhi installed a brain pacemaker, Alzheimer's disease has gradually recovered. Wu Mian asked several times, but Fan Zhongzhi kept silent about the past.

"Then if you don't feel cold, my father and I will have a chat here."

"What's the matter between us? You kid don't have to spend your time talking with me every day, I'm not lonely."

"Generation gap?"

"Oh, I don't remember this word, maybe it is." Fan Zhongzhi shrank his body into his army coat, his whole body bulging. Copying his sleeves with both hands, looking at the azure blue sky in early winter, I don't know what I was thinking.

"I'm not going to judge your recovery from many small details." Wu Mian smiled and pulled a chair, and then said to Wei Dabao, "The old man can go, just let Fan Dongkai watch it, don't fall."

"Okay." Wei Dabao received the order from the superior doctor.

"Boy, if you feel cold, let's go in."

"I'm okay." Wu Mian smiled, "When I was a kid, the door was heavily snowed, and my mother stuffed me out of the window and took a shovel to open the heavy snow in front of the door a little bit. At that time, I didn't feel cold, now... …Hey."

"Don't talk about it." Seeing that Fan Zhongzhi didn't answer, Wu Mian immediately changed the subject and asked, "has your memory changed recently?"

"Yes." Fan Zhongzhi said, "In the past, things became clearer and clearer, and many trivial things that I have forgotten can also be remembered."

"Then how do I think you are a little unhappy."

"No, just remember my old comrades-in-arms, I don't know if they are good or not. Director Guo, kid, is it by this name."

"Yes, Guo Ruming, Director Guo, I filmed a series twenty years ago. You must have watched it." Wu Mian replied.

"When will Director Guo take me to pick them up?"

"It's not you who will pick you up, but we will go to the airport and pick them up and get off the plane." Wu Mian said, "The last time was just finished, the next time it will be next spring and summer. The specific time, we have to negotiate with that side."

Fan Zhongzhi did not have the sad emotions Wu Mian imagined. The old man's expression was plain, just looking at the blue sky, just like Wu Mian was lying on the old mangosteen behind the mountain and looking at the stars last night.

"Father, tell me something." Wu Mian said with a smile, "I can remember any trivial things."

"What are you doing so good." Fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously.

"This is the need for treatment. I want to know your recovery." Wu Mian said with a smile.

Fan Zhongzhi looked at Wu Mian dubiously, and then said, "I remember the craft of weaving straw shoes."

"..." Wu Mian was speechless.

"It hasn't been made in many years." Fan Zhongzhi said with emotion, "It was originally a craft, and I can't forget it, but then one day I was idle and I was fine. I took the dried autumn grass and wanted to make a pair of shoes to make my grandson happy, but the grass was there. In hand, I can't make up anything."

Wu Mian knows this situation. A precursor to Alzheimer's disease is just like what Mr. Fan Zhongzhi said.

"I was a little flustered at that time." Fan Zhongzhi said, "How can I say? We even had only 16 comrades left. When the iron mound on the opposite side drove over, I didn't feel it at all, but I can't think of weaving straw shoes. The whole heart is empty."

"and after?"

"I basically forgot everything later, and I can't remember it now."

Wu Mian was startled slightly, and found that he and Fan Zhongzhi basically talked in two ways. What I asked about was the story of that year, and what Old Man Fan was thinking about was straw sandals.

"When I remembered this a few days ago, I was so happy with something." Fan Zhongzhi didn't notice Wu Mian's emotions, and continued, "When I was young, I could make straw sandals very fast. The whole class has straw sandals. I made it by myself. The straw sandals of other classes were worn after more than a dozen miles, and I made it to wear out the soles."

"Awesome, this is real craftsmanship." Wu Mian stretched out his thumb and said.

"You kid knows what a fart."

"Master, this is your fault." Wu Mian said sternly, "If I tell you that I also weave straw sandals, would you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian, and said, "If your special mothers have to wear woven straw sandals, Lao Tzu's blood will be shed for nothing?! So many comrades-in-arms sacrifices, isn't it just for you guys? Good day? Tell me you know how to weave straw sandals. Believe it or not, I will beat you into straw sandals."

Wu Mian was clumsy for a while.

"It’s a good day, but what kind of straw sandals. You think that stuff is a good thing. No matter how thick it is, you can walk with your feet. Just like you, a tender and noisy art soldier, wearing straw shoes for two or three miles. The big scorched bubble."

"Father, now that straw sandals can be sold for money, they are handicrafts, called souvenirs, and no one wears them anymore." Wu Mian said, "I bought them back as souvenirs. Here~~"

As he said, Wu Mian's eyes looked at the Taoist temple on the top of Laoya Mountain.

"In the future, if this area becomes a tourist attraction, a pair of straw sandals can be sold for 20 or 30." Wu Mian smiled, "If you can keep making up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you can build a big brick house for a few months. ."

"Who still lives in a big tile house now." Fan Zhongzhi smiled. "When I forget things, the young people from the family go to the buildings in the town. Those who stay in the old village, as long as they are not a lazy slacker. Son, I'm also thinking about building the second floor of Xiaoxiao. Put it in your city, what is it called?"

"Villa." Wei Dabao interjected.

"No, I still don't know the villa." Fan Zhongzhi frowned in thought, a word wandering in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Emmm, you shouldn't be talking about the manor." Wu Mian asked.

"Yes, there is more than ten acres of land. There is a house in the middle with water and water. It seems to be called a manor." Fan Zhongzhi said cheerfully. Spend more work, not much money."

Manor... Wei Dabao slapped his tongue.

You have to look at how you say it, the second-story building in the village turned out to be a manor, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with thinking about it.