On How Abusive Essays Become Sweet Essays

    The cicadas in the mountains kept chirping, and the chickens in the yard were carried by the hens to peck at the vegetable garden. The two stood in the shade of the yard, with You Xuzhi on his back, Zhang Zuidong held a towel in his hand and dealt with his injury, his eyes controlled not to follow the random glances.

      Powerful wild beauty.

    For a long time, Zhang Zuidong cleaned the towel several times and put down his hand: "Okay, I'll give you some medicine later."

    He paused and said, "I'm chopping wood at the door, you need to call me."

    After all, he took the axe in the corner of the yard and went out the door. The tree trunks he brought back yesterday were piled up at the entrance of the yard. It happened that he could split it now, lest anything happen to the young master inside. less people.

      courtyard gate.

    The rhythm of chopping wood was interrupted, Zhang Zuidong put down his axe.

      Zhang Zhaoyao's face, with an eclectic style between his brows, and an ordinary sackcloth and linen, were all dressed in a suave manner by him.

    "I can't see it from behind, you can apply medicine for me." You Xuzhi said.

    Zhang Zuidong put down his axe, patted the sawdust on his body, and said, "Okay."

    In the afternoon, the sun was shining and the air was sultry. The doors and windows of the room were open for ventilation, but it was not much better. You Xuzhi sat on a chair, took off his shirt and hunched his back, and his head still had sequelae , Dizzy, he habitually touched his waist, but he regained his senses when he didn't touch anything that was supposed to be there.

    "Brother Zhang, can you see my folding fan?" You Xuzhi asked.

    Zhang Zuidong fixed his shoulders and said "Don't move", and then answered him: "I didn't see you."

    You Xuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, the sultry heat and dizziness made it even more uncomfortable.

    After a while, Zhang Zuidong quietly gave him the medicine, bandaged the wound, and then put the things back in place.

    He sat for a while, and there were footsteps behind him. Then, a palm fan was brought to him, "This is the only one."

    You Xuzhi took the palm fan, flipped it up and down, left and right, and reluctantly said, "Okay."

    He moved the stool to the door to blow the wind, and while fanning with a fan, he looked at the chickens in the vegetable garden, while Zhang Zuidong cleaned up the room for him.

    Since Zhang Zuidong agreed, he will not break his promise, and he still harbors guilt in his heart.

    In such a large yard, only Zhang Zuidong lives alone, so there are vacancies. The simple house where You Xu slept before was reserved for the villagers who came here for treatment. pharmacy.

    Grandpa Zhang Zuidong used to be the only doctor in the village. He joined the army when he was sixteen years old, and he also learned a lot of medical skills from his grandfather. Therefore, people in the village occasionally come to him for treatment of minor injuries.

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    The hen brought the chicks, not afraid of people at all, and wandered around You Xuzhi's feet, Zhang Zuidong cleaned up the house, and came out to see this scene, You Xuzhi's face was almost pale Transparent, Zhang Zuidong walked over calmly and controlled his breath.

     Asleep.

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    In the evening, the sun sets on the horizon, and half of the sky is red.

    In the village at the foot of the mountain, people are resting at sunset, rough men are sitting on the threshold and cooking food, children are sitting at the table in the hall, holding spoons to fill the dishes, women are afraid that the children will fall , reached out and grabbed a handful, this was the most relaxing moment.

    You Xuzhi woke up.

    Wake up by mosquitoes.

    The annoying mosquito "buzzing" in his ears made it impossible to fall asleep. He yawned and got up from the bed half asleep, and then suddenly stopped.

    The bed was covered with a bamboo mat, which was obviously not the bed he woke up from.

    You Xuzhi rolled over and got out of bed, and before he opened the door, he heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

    You Xuzhi hadn't eaten anything for most of the day, he was already hungry, he smelled it, like a dog seeing a bone, You Xuzhi swallowed and maintained With the image of your son, he let out a light cough to inform the hunter inside that he was here.

    "I'm hungry, what kind of dishes are you cooking?" He swaggered into the room, wanting to take a look at the dishes in the pot, but Zhang Zuidong's body stood in front of him.

    "Young Master You, there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you should wait in the hall first."

    You Xuzhi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and hummed, "Okay."

    There is a kind of meaning of "you are acquainted" inside and outside the words, Zhang Zuidong didn't care about the young master.

    After a while, the dishes were brought to the table. Zhang Zuidong only fried two dishes, a cabbage, and a bowl of meat dishes. Zhang Zuidong Dao was wild pork. The meat looks very tender too.

    Zhang Zuidong did not expect You Xuzhi to scoop the rice, so he scooped two bowls of rice and handed one to him. He looked a little innocent, but it fell into Zhang Zuidong's eyes, but he felt that he was not as bully as he was rumored to be.

    The main reason is that You Xuzhi was a little panicked from hunger.

    He was holding chopsticks, and he put the chopsticks and meat in the bowl when he heard someone outside shouting loudly: "Brother Zhang, are you at home?"

    You Xuzhi paused and turned to look at the door.

    Poppin? Coming right now?

      "

    Zhang Zuidong inexplicably felt that he was like a fierce little tiger by the force of the tiger. He shouldn't have asked more, and he couldn't help but say more: "Why?"

    You Xuzhi touched his body, took out a piece of silver, and stuffed it into Zhang Zuidong's arms: "Hush money."

    Nonsense, let Pu Pingle know that he is here and how he still watches the play.

    From the beginning to the end, he was not willing to put down the bowl, so he hid in the room.