Sister, you miss me

In the next few days, Yang Feng discovered that Hu Cuihua didn't seem to sleep at all.

Barbecue was placed at two or three in the morning, and less than four in the morning, I went to sell pancakes and fruits. Pancakes and fruits were sold until 10 in the morning, and flyers began to be distributed. The day was full and almost abnormal.

Yang Feng recorded all this with her mobile phone, including Hu Xiaolin's exclaimed "Mom, you have a lot of white hair."

On the second day after Xiong Wei was sent away, Yang Feng couldn't help but make a move.

After November 15th, the northern capital entered the real winter, and communities, schools, factories, mines, enterprises and institutions began heating in winter.

One Saturday afternoon, Yang Feng came to the door of Dong Yongcheng's ward alone, but the boy was not there.

Of course, Yang Feng would not doubt that the servant got up and walked away by himself, because just the day before, Yang Feng had examined him, and there was no special strong treatment. His surname is Dong, and he will spend his entire life in bed. .

Don't think about it, it must have been taken by Sister Hu to bask in the sun.

The highest temperature at noon is 15 degrees Celsius. In early winter, the afternoon sun is very warm.

Yang Feng strolled to the back garden of the hospital. As expected, Dong Yongcheng leaned on a wheelchair to bask in the sun, holding Guoguo, who was also asleep, in his arms.

And Hu Cuihua, regardless of fatigue, squeezed Dong Yongcheng's muscles.

Yang Feng took a picture and went to the lobby.

There are chairs for people to rest in the lobby. Yang Feng sits there and sorts out the photos and videos on the phone. Ninety-nine percent of them belong to Sister Hu's mother and daughter.

I watched it from front to back, and it took an entire hour.Watching Sister Hu leave, Yang Feng walked into Dong Yongcheng's ward.

By taking the pulse, Yang Feng found that Dong Yongcheng still had blood clots in his skull. It was the blood clots that compressed the central nervous system and caused Dong Yongcheng to become unconscious.However, this blood clot is located in the brainstem. If you want to absorb it on its own, it takes less than ten or eight years, and it may take a lifetime.

Holding Dong Yongcheng's veins, a rush of internal interest was forced to pass, and within a short while, a thick blood clot flowed out of Dong Yongcheng's nasal cavity.

The next moment, his fingers moved.

If Hu Cuihua saw this scene, he didn't know what to get excited.In the film and television series, before the vegetative person wakes up, the little finger moves first, and then the eyelids tremble.

Yang Feng knew that Dong Yongcheng was about to wake up, and could also think of his weakness, so he clicked his sleeping point to let him rest.

Six hours later, when night fell, Yang Feng reappeared next to Dong Yongcheng’s bed. He probed Dong Yongcheng’s breath, looked through his pupils, and counted his pulses, before he brought his mouth to his ears. He whispered, "Since I am awake and still can't get up, do I have to lie down for a lifetime?"

"Why are you here?" After experiencing life and death, Dong Yongcheng's tone was light, without excitement, fear, or anger.

"I am here to wake you up. But I am not here to save you, let alone because of you."

"I know." Dong Yongcheng glanced at Yang Feng, "You are for Hu Cuihua."

"Yes, if you can move, you might as well take a look at this."

Yang Feng opened the phone album and handed it to Dong Yongcheng.

Dong Yongcheng took the phone. He saw Hu Cuihua doing four jobs at the same time. He went to sell blood in the middle. He saw Hu Xiaolin changing the diapers to his daughter Guoguo and feeding milk powder, carrying Guoguo to complete the homework and recite words.

After half an hour passed, Dong Yongcheng kept tearing down, and Yang Feng secretly thought: People's hearts are grown in flesh, and perhaps this servant is not hopeless.

"Dong Yongcheng, have you seen it clearly? During your unconscious period, what kind of life did Sister Hu's mother and daughter lead?"

"Stop talking!" Dong Yongcheng cried excitedly, "I treated them like that, why do they treat me like this? I'm a scumbag. It's better to let me die clean."

"Actually, I always thought so, but Sister Hu didn't let go. She said she didn't want Guoguo to have no father."

"Woo..." Dong Yongcheng bit his finger in his mouth and cried.

"For this reason, Sister Hu sacrificed all her rest time, but whenever she has a little free time, she will come to exercise your muscles. Even the doctor said that you rarely see such dedicated family members. You lie down for more than a month and you haven't given birth to one. There were bedsores, and the muscles did not shrink...Do you know how many gray hairs Sister Hu has? They could have lived very easily." Yang Feng squeezed his sour eyes.

"Stop talking, let me die, I have no face to see Cuihua."

"Death? Death is a coward's choice. Can you die if you die? No, you don't even have the right to die. You owe Sister Hu too much, and you can't finish it in a few lifetimes."

"Yes!" Dong Yongcheng slowly sat up with tears: "I am not a human being. I will kneel on the ground and ask Cuihua for forgiveness. I must love her well and use the rest of my life to reward her."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Love can't be said with the mouth, it must be done, it must be done."

Dong Yongcheng raised a pair of teary eyes: "You mean making-love."

"Indecent!" Yang Feng came to the back of his head, "I thought about it as soon as I woke up."

"I didn't think about it, I just followed you to say that." Dong Yongcheng rubbed the back of his head, looking innocent.

Yang Feng pulled a stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "It is not easy to change your opinion of a person, but I decided to give you a chance."

Dong Yongcheng looked at Yang Feng without speaking.

Yang Feng continued: "You are a man. Although you just woke up, I found that your thinking is very clear. This shows that your brain is not muddled. Then, since you want to repay, I think it should be financial reward first. , Tell me, how do you plan to make money to support your family, or put it this way, what are your specialties?"

"I... don't seem to be."

"Impossible, everyone has their own shining points." Yang Feng shook his head, "Just ask, what kind of work have you engaged in?"

"I used to be a Chinese teacher in high school. I have a good literary skills and I know a little bit about history. Cuihua was captured by my few love poems." When Dong Yongcheng spoke, his eyes were very gentle, presumably he and Hu Cuihua had a short-term love. .

Yang Feng's eyes lit up: "This job is good, why didn't you do it later?"

"Can you not say it?" Dong Yongcheng lowered his head and asked softly.

"It must be said." Yang Feng was determined and there was no room for negotiation.

"I..." Dong Yongcheng's face flushed, "When I was a class teacher, I harassed a second-year high school girl. After the incident, Dongchuang was expelled from the education system."

Yang Feng stared at Dong Yongcheng with wide eyes, and shook his head in amazement: "Dong Yongcheng, Dong Yongcheng, you really have been a scumbag for many years, the old scum of scum."

"The past is unbearable to look back, unbearable to look back." Dong Yongcheng covered his face and shook his head vigorously, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see that he is ashamed.

Yang Feng tapped on his temple, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You said you have a good literary background and you also know some history."

"Yes."

"Have you read online novels?"

"I have read a little bit, the same thing, bragging not to draft, not interested."

"You are partial. Are paying readers all fools and hungry? Judging from the current huge readership, online novels still have their market and merits. At least they can entertain the public and help readers reduce Pressure, let them get a moment of pleasure."

"Yang Feng, why did you tell me this all of a sudden?" Dong Yongcheng wiped away his tears, his face was pale, his face was thin, but it was much better than when he took drugs.

"Have you written anything before?" Yang Feng asked again.

"Written poems and prose."

"Study online novels, and then you write an article."

"You let me write online novels?" Dong Yongcheng thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, in your current situation, I don't think there is a more suitable job than this."

"Can I do it?"

"Think about what Sister Hu gave to you."

"I can do it, I must do it." Dong Yongcheng gritted his teeth.

"I will buy you a computer and a wireless network card now."

Yang Feng resolutely and resolutely bought Dong Yongcheng a 14-inch laptop, Apple brand, the price is as high as 8,000, at the same time, equipped with a wireless network card, 2,000 yuan a year for China Mobile's wireless network business.

After getting the laptop, Dong Yongcheng ignored the research and started to browse the portals of major original novels.

Dong Yongcheng's attitude at least satisfied Yang Feng. He nodded: "I invested 10,000 yuan for you. When you become a god, remember to pay me back."

Dong Yongcheng's eyes were red, he looked up at Yang Feng, and immediately lowered his head to study the hot books on the rankings.

Yang Feng gave a pertinent suggestion: "The rankings of big websites are all dominated by big gods. As a newcomer, you must keep up with the pulse of the times, be good at discovering new themes, and be open-minded."

Seeing that Dong Yongcheng has been immersed in the novel, Yang Feng said: "If you have a good idea, you have to study which website to open the book on. It is not easy for big websites to get ahead, and small websites have limited resources. This is a contradiction. , To find a balance."

"Yang Feng."

"Ok."

"What I want to say is that gold always shines. I have a foundation in writing, a life experience, and a determination not to stop until I reach my goal. I will definitely not let you down."

Yang Feng shook his head into a rattle: "It's not that I am disappointed. You can't let Sister Hu down. You have to make her feel that everything she has given is worthwhile. Let her stop running for a livelihood and make her proud of you."

"I, definitely!" Dong Yongcheng whispered.

“Today’s web literature is fast food literature. The pace should be fast and the plot should be rich. It’s best to take a relaxed and humorous route. Everyone reads books not for crying, but for laughing. Real life is very boring and hard. Find a moment of joy in the virtual world. That's it."

"I will consider."

"But, however, the editor-in-chief of a well-known website also said that if you have Mr. Xueqin's writing style, even if you have a groan-yin, someone will read it.

"Who can compare with Cao Gong." Dong Yongcheng shook his head: "I will try."

"If you don't have to try, you should first think about it, then make an outline, be a character, start blindly, and it's easy to write.

"I will pay attention."

Listening to Dong Yongcheng's words like this, Yang Feng felt a little hairy in his heart. I was afraid that all hopes would be lost again. Is the road to godhood that easy? What's more, Dong Yongcheng is a man of the fourth race. Does he have that energy?

Yang Feng shook his head to get rid of these negative emotions, and stood up and said: "You study first, I'm leaving. If you have any ideas, we can discuss them. If you write the beginning, you can throw it in my mailbox. I don't mind doing it. You, the agent of the future god."