Compound Diphenoxylate Tablets

Chapter 20

When I ran into Chen Erbing upstairs in the smoking room at work, Dongchen smiled as a greeting and didn't ask Zhou Zeya why he didn't come down to smoke.Chen Erbing chatted with Dong Chen familiarly.

"Why don't you come and play with us on Saturday night?"

Dongchen thought about it, thinking that he had been to several famous KTVs in the urban area, but he didn't see Zeya's car, did he not drive there?He replied, "You have customers, so it's not appropriate for me to go?"

"No, they are all from our company. Your brother and your sister-in-law invite us to drink, and we all have fun together." Chen Erbing talked about the interesting scene that day heartlessly. Dongchen smiled and said nothing. He could say what?

Chen Erbing finished smoking and went upstairs, Dongchen thought alone in the smoking room.He lied to others, maybe he didn't want to know it, he didn't want to know it, maybe because he didn't want to break up with himself.Emotions come first and then, but the relationship between him and him is not recognized, so he doesn't know what is between himself, Zhou Zeya and Xu Jie.But as long as Zeya doesn't say it clearly, he won't be willing to hand it over to others.

According to Dongchen's understanding of Zeya in the past, he would look for him whenever he wanted to, and it was useless if he didn't want to bother him.So Dongchen was not in a hurry to find Zhou Zeya again, and the thoughts of Zhou Zeya were silently kept in her heart, took root and sprouted, and grew into spreading vines, which made her heart ache.

When Dongchen was not at work, he sometimes went to Song Hui for a drink, and his drinking capacity increased a lot.Most of the time I just stay at home and watch movies alone.I used to watch movies with Zeya, no matter what the subject matter, the two of them could watch with gusto, but now the movies I watch, even if they are comedies, make my nose ache.

It's getting hot.The scarf Zeya gave finally lost its usefulness, it was folded gently and carefully, and put in the closet.

Another weekend, Song Hui pedaled a bicycle to find Xiang Dongchen.When I entered Dongchen's house, I cursed, "Damn it's a fucking barbecue restaurant downstairs, it's only fucking hot in May, and my feet are almost blistered!"

The hotter the weather, the better the business of the barbecue restaurant downstairs. The ground in Dongchen's house on the second floor is almost [-] degrees, and it's not summer yet, so it's no wonder that Song Hui would start cursing as soon as he entered the door.

"Calm and cool naturally, can you stop being so irritable?" Dong Chen fixed the electric fan to blow on Song Hui, and poured him another glass of water.Song Hui gulped down a big gulp.

"Why do you say you always make yourself so miserable? Can't you just rent a better house? Now it costs only a few hundred yuan to buy an ordinary bicycle, and you have to ask me to find you a second-hand one." Song Hui complained , Before Dongchen asked him to find a second-hand bicycle, saying that he wanted to ride to work.

"It's a little bit of savings. You will teach me to ride later." After finishing speaking, he picked up the newspaper and folded it, fanning Song Hui as if to please him.

"I can't guarantee that I can teach you. At that time, from when you were five years old to when I was a soldier, either the bicycle was scrapped or someone was injured. When you were born, the sense of balance was still left in the mother's womb, right?"

"At that time, you gave up after teaching twice, and you blame me?" Dongchen did damage a bicycle, but at that time, he was short and it was difficult to pedal on an adult's bicycle. He believes that he can learn it now.

After resting for a while, the two went downstairs and rode their bicycles to an empty parking lot nearby. Song Hui pushed the bicycle and asked, "Have you been in a better mood recently?"

Dong Chen smiled and shrugged, "I haven't contacted you for a few days, and he didn't look for me either."

"That's fine, let's break up when it's time, it's not suitable for two men to be together." Song Hui said, looking up at Dongchen, feeling that the man didn't look sad, and felt relieved.But Dongchen's calm was because he felt that he and Zhou Zeya were not over yet.

After playing and teaching for almost an hour, Dongchen was able to ride a little crookedly. When he was proudly turning around to call Song Hui to look at him, he lost his grip on the faucet and fell to the ground.Because of the heat in the house, I was wearing shorts in the winter morning. When I fell, my white and tender calf was cut and pulled by the gravel.

Song Hui immediately ran over, "What are you talking about? Why don't you turn your head when you are riding a bicycle?" After saying that, he squatted down, and there was indeed a lot of blood, but it was all skin trauma, so it should be fine.Dongchen curled her lips, and said self-deprecatingly, "The bicycle killer won't let you down." When she spoke, she felt her face hurt a little, and for some reason, she also got a small gash on her face. Dongchen covered her face and wiped it casually. After thinking about something, he quickly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, looked it over carefully, and saw that there was no damage, so he put it back in his pocket with confidence.

Song Hui knew that Zhou Zeya had given him the phone, and he shook his head resentfully, picked up Dong Chen and put it on the back seat of the bicycle, and pushed the car towards home.In order to go home quickly, Song Hui walked down the alley, which was an inconspicuous alley hidden among high-rise buildings. Dongchen sat in the back seat and suddenly yelled.

"There are fireflies!"

Song Hui didn't stop when he heard the words, and said, "Isn't there fireflies in Luoxiang Lane in early summer? You are so excited, sit down for me." After he finished speaking, he felt a slip of the tongue, precisely because there are fireflies in Luoluo Lane every year, Dongchen would be so happy because it was no longer his home.

After arriving home, Song Hui helped Dongchen clean up the wound. The wound looked grim, but he had already started to shut up. It is estimated that the scar will heal soon, but the face is not very good-looking.Song Hui put on the Band-Aid, still complaining.

Dongchen didn't speak, but suddenly laughed when she saw Song Hui scolding herself.

"Are you stupid? Why are you laughing!"

"I'm happy, I can finally ride a bicycle today!" After speaking, he hugged the quilt and laughed.Song Hui has nothing to do with this person, what can he do with a fool?

Seeing that Dongchen was fine, Song Hui went back, and when he left, he told him not to ride so fast on the road, Dongchen nodded impatiently in agreement.

When I went to work the next day, the bandage on my face lost its stickiness at noon. Dongchen thought it was in the way and tore it off.In the morning, Sister Huang was concerned and asked if there was a fight with someone. Many people in the company still treated Dongchen like a child, which made him helpless and funny.

Sitting in a daze in the warehouse, picking up old publications to pass the time, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hi, hello. Excuse me, is this Mr. Xiang Dongchen?" The other party said in a formulaic tone.Dongchen seldom received such a call, and subconsciously wondered if it was a scam call, but she hummed anyway.The opposite continued: "Is your brother Xiang Haomiao?"

Hearing this, Dongchen felt that it was a call from the police station, because she had received such calls before.When he was already calculating how much he would be fined, he said to the other person: "We are the N City Center for Disease Control and Prevention." After a pause, he continued: "Do you know that your brother has AIDS?"

When Xiang Dongchen heard this, his brain exploded. After a few seconds, he hesitated in his heart. It should be the latest method of deception.

"Mr. Xiang Haomiao has been diagnosed with AIDS. Our CDC has checked that he has no other relatives, so I hope you can come to the center to check. Do you know our address? Our address is..." Speaking of AIDS With an incurable disease, the other party's voice still lacked a trace of emotion.

Xiang Dongchen couldn't listen to anything, he didn't know if the Center for Disease Control and Prevention would really be so responsible to call the family to check, and he didn't know if Xiang Haomiao was really sick.At the moment there is only panic.He said in a panic, "It's impossible for me to get sick, I don't need to know." He hung up the phone.

Hanging up the phone, sitting on the chair, feeling out of breath, he scratched the dead skin around his nails, bit his lip and thought, only to find Xiang Haomiao to know what happened, but he couldn't find him .So my thoughts drifted to the last time the two met.

In a flash, Dongchen's face turned pale.Because of the last meeting, his hands covered with Xiang Haomiao's blood were scratched by the ground.People who have no common sense also know that blood transmission has a high chance of being infected.Then other details became more and more clear, which made him puzzled, and Xiang Haomiao's "eczema" on his neck also had a good explanation.Thinking of this, he didn't know whether it was because of nausea or fear, so he vomited it out with a wow.

After vomiting, Xiang Dongchen numbly mopped the floor, and numbly organized the warehouse which was not messy.Numbly thinking about the possible turning point of this matter.But Xiang Haomiao I has been doing sneaky things all his life until now, if it is really because of bad habits that he contracted this disease, it is not impossible.

The author has something to say: I have finally written the part I wanted to write at first, but those who like to read dog blood may not like the next few chapters.Tomorrow weekend may only be updated with one chapter or not