Hope You’ve Been Well

Zhuang Fan is wiped sweating, he can feel the symptoms of heat strokes, but not intended. Yucheng is very hot, it is inevitable that there is no big problem when you run a child every summer.

I heard the sound of them, and Xue Mao came out of the room, and I was angry: "Xiaozhuang, go out today?"

Zhuang Fan nodded, his face was red and white, Hu Jie handed him a large glass of white water, and still feel that the mouth is dry after drinking. He stood up again and said, "I feel better, nothing."

If you are angry, you don't believe it, Xue Maozhen also said: "Enough, dehydration can be troublesome."

Zhuang Fan's heart: "I have to infuse, I used to infuse the heat stroke." He is really less comfortable, and no longer leaves people to add trouble, and support the spirit.

Xue Maoqi asked: "Can you do it yourself?"

"Energy." Zhuang Fan's heart is still smiling at the door, "I let my father go with me."

People are gradually walking, and they are looking for the show to see the show, no interesting. Xue Maozhen was tangled with a dog, and smiled and said that the puppy was like a child, naughty.

"I am, this dog is a grandfather to buy it." Xue Mao said, "Let it bring it when you go back, don't thrown it, I can do it every day."

Gu Yu said: "Well, I know."

Speaking of the morning walking dog, before I met Zhuang Fan Xin, he first saw Zhuang Xiangzheng to drive to work, and Demu was pulled up in Zhuang Fan's heart. Just now, Zhuang Fan said that she will be accompanied by Zhuang, this is a few villages to go home?

Gu Yan goes out to look at it, there is no parking car outside the door, it is estimated that the village is not returned to the roots. Then, Zhuang Fan is dizziness, go to the infusion? Can you?

By reasoning, teenage young guys are sick and infused, and they should be able to cope.

Gu Yan returned to the living room to watch TV, change to a news program, in the program, a patient in Hangzhou Hospital accidentally encounters the infusion boom in the infusion, and the fell hurts the eye, and the hospital is disputed .

Xue Mao said: "Hey, this is mildew."

People are afraid of Lenovo, Gu Yan put the patient to replace it with Zhuangxin, the eyes are being smashed ... He returned to God, asked: "Which hospital is in the heart?"

Xue Maozhen said: "The community clinic of the left turn left left, small hairy is not worth the hospital." It is a bit noted, he lives alone, there is a small disease, the small disease, the small disease, the smart, the two sons, the relationship is very Near, "I want you to go see it, just bend."

The guys got up and didn't immediately go in, and I bought a brown cake first next to the convenience store.

He eaten the ice cream into the clinic, and the infusion room is, it is a man who is in the sofa in the corner. Turning the shoulders, with a towel provided by a clinic, the head is low, and the top of the curl is not so fluffy.

Gu Yan and the past, came out: "What about your dad?"

Zhuang Fan thoughtfully looked up, a little surprised to the opponents, said: "My dad hasn't got off work, you come out to buy ice cream?"

When I sat next to it, I noticed the chicken skin of Zhuang Fan's arm. It is very cold. He pinched the towel and was mentioned in the corner, and he was strict, saying: "Fever."

Zhuang Fan said: "It seems that it is a thermometer."

After a quiet spent, the thermometer should be measured, but the hand of the stuff thermometer is infusion. Zhuang Forte hurts the hand to help the elbow, then the sleeve is cold, and the words will be taken away from his armpits.

The body is a high-temperature body, and the hand is touched by the ice cream. Zhuang Fan is cold halfway. The temperature meter showed that the temperature is 7. It is higher than that of today's temperature, and the nurse has added a needle in the liquid solution.

After this, you can wait for a fever, and Zhuang Fan's heart is burning, and the head is low to make the towel hide the face, and even the breathing shizes. Gu Yan, thinking about the scenery of Gu Baoyan, is sick, and like letting his father Hug Bo.

He didn't intend to give others dad, and he changed a model: "If you are not strong, you can rely on me."

Zhuang Fan's "Well", but did not move, he was very thin but endurance. The two people no longer speak, and the interior can even hear the sound of the liquid tick.

There are no patients with a infusion, and the other party opened the TV. The movie channel is in the "Huang Feihong". Zhuang Fei's heart looks up, he likes to watch movies, this many times have seen many old pieces many times, he still sees a taste.

But about five minutes, I'm hurting.

Zhuang Fan's heart is half-eyed, and the redness on the eyelids slowly subsided, and the face is better. After a while, he said: "I have seen it so many times, I don't know what the name of the ghost seven."

Next to it, he is estimated that you don't know if you have a singer, and you will be sinking, and you will be asleep.

Zhuang Fan is old and old, and after a moment, the shoulder is born, and it is afraid that the other party is awake. Another sick number is looking, rare: "Who are you waiting for?"

He smiled: "Trouble you tune the volume."

When I rely on the shoulders of Zhuang Fan, he cares about it. The number is that the last time is the braids and cards of Gu Baoyan, and he directly gives a scissors. At this point, take care of the disease, it is inevitable that it is not ideal.

After passing the time, Zhuang Fan shouted nurse to pull the knot, and the words finally opened his eyes, woke up, did not look at else, and all did not happen.

Zhuang Fan's high fever temporarily retired, just footsterer floats, they slowly walked home from the clinic, before entering the door, Zhuang Fan said, "Thank you".

Gu cheering the medicine opened by the doctor, did not say a welcome. In his opinion, he has formed a good neighbor relationship with Zhuang Fan, which has not yawned.

After returning home, I went to bed, I went to bed. I saw it. The bathrobes were okay, but I watched this pair of shoes later, he felt some burdened. Not long after knowing, the gift of thousands of gifts seems to be in the past.

He considers that if you don't return, you are almost worth it. This is also involved in sausage money, or earns some remuneration? He is still a bit dizziness, decided to plan it in detail after the disease is good.

In the evening, Zhuang Xiangxi and Zhao Xiangqiu come back, there is a parents who care, Zhuang Fan is a lot in the afternoon. However, Tomorrow's studio has a project end, quite important, Zhuang Xiangxi also has a big lesson tomorrow, temporarily unavailable.

Zhuang Fan is lying in the bed, the mobile phone alarm clock shows that there is mathematics training tomorrow morning. He didn't call Zhuang Xiang.

It was originally comparable to the mixed-blooded face. After a night, there was a full night, and Zhuang Fan Xin woke up next day, the roll was hit, and the two lips were dried to split the little mouth, and the whole person was old as a twenty year old.

He climbed up and took a shower, changed a clean and refreshing clothes, successfully returned to the seventeen year flower season, the most important thing is that he can't wait to try the shoes.

Wear, no big, right, wear the lace, come back and return to the mirror. Zhuang Fan's heart has been appreciated for a while, and when you go downstairs, you will have a drink, then carry your book out of the door.

In the door, I met with Gu Ying Dog, Zhuang Fan's heart he greeted: "Be early."

The guilty of the dog stopped, and the villain is looking at it, it seems that it is not enough, but the pair of eyes are still red. "Is it better?" He asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

Zhuang Vantra A: "There is a mathematics class."

With the disease, Gu Yan said: "It's quite useful."

Zhuang Fan is embarrassed to smile, he really doesn't have much learning, but today I have to go to class and other reasons, I can't help but I want to go out.

"Then I am gone." He went to see again.

Going out a few steps, Zhuang Fan thinks, today's mathematics courses should talk about it, that is, the set of him to write. Because it is a pilot class, each set of test paper teachers will score, and determine the results of everyone according to the score.

Zhuang Fun Hengqiu Q: "The last time you help me do mathematics volume, is it difficult?"

Gu Yan said: "OK." In fact, he forgot.

Zhuang Fan is not the end: "Can you reach a hundred points?"

Gu Yu said: "Maybe."

After half an hour, Zhuang Forte took the taxi to the tutoring class, and took a glass of hot water to find a seat away from the air conditioner. The class bell rang, the teacher hugged a question card, first swept, and then smiled and looked at Zhuang Van.

Zhuang Fan's heart, oh, don't you do?

"This package is more difficult, there are several people who haven't done in the last two." The teacher said on the podium. "When you talk about it today."

Since it is more difficult, that is not good, it is good.

Zhuang Fan is relaxed, just the answer card, he rushed. Put it on the desktop, I saw the red red, and I flipped to the front and seeing the score, his mother!

Held "150", full points.

Zhuang Fan stunned, looked up, flashing the wisdom after the teacher's lenses, suddenly understood the meaning of the smile. He sipped hot water pressure, remember to play the best school exam, the score is 146 points, but the test paper of the training is basically around one hundred.

The class bell rang, the teacher let everyone get the roll, the topic.

Zhuang Fan carefully listened to the class, gradually felt the difficulty of this set of rows, the more like this, the more I remember the gunman who made a roll for him. He really underestimed the words, and he was unhappy, and he got a full score.

Gradually speaking, the teacher said: "The difficulty of the twentieth question is not small, the correct rate is very low."

Zhuang Fan is reading the questions, reading it over again, did not understand, and did not pay attention to the teacher again: "There is only one classmate to answer this question, and the only satisfaction of the class."

Zhuang Fan begins to read the second time, read and read the head, the only full score, don't you refer to him?

At this time, the teacher greeted his eyes, smiled and said, "Zhuang Fan Xin, you do this."

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