80s: The cold-faced tough guy was controlled by the beautiful woman

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Guo Long's heart ached again: "You, you!"

Li Yingtang raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with me? Get out of here right now, or I'll let the dog bite you."

She chased Guo Long away and threw away all the things he brought with him.

Guo Long and Feng Wenshu didn't want to make the trip in vain.

Trying to find out from the villagers what mistakes Qin Xian had made in the village.

Since Qin Xian can contact the newspaper, they can also contact the newspaper.

As long as Qin Xian has one flaw, they can magnify it to ten.

When they were almost at the entrance of the village, they ran into Cheng San and started asking:

"Excuse me, what kind of person is Qin Xian in your village?"

"What do you mean?"

Guo Long: "Do you usually get mad and refuse to treat your illness?"

Cheng San raised his hand and fiddled with it with his index finger and thumb.

Guo Long reacted, secretly delighted, and took out a cigarette and lit it for the other party.

Cheng San took a puff of cigarette and said, "Why is he so angry? He's a doctor, what can he do if he doesn't treat patients?"

"How is your medical skill? Have you ever cured someone of a fatal disease?" Guo Long said in a gentle and persuasive way, "Just name one and I'll give you both bags of gifts."

Cheng San saw that there were not only food but also wine, and the packaging was very good. He swallowed his saliva secretly, and searched his brain but couldn't think of who Qin Xian had killed. He had to say one person, it was Uncle Cheng who was steamed by the shaman. He exaggerated the story of how Qin Xian treated Uncle Cheng.

"Doctor Qin came over slowly, squatted down, touched my uncle's neck and said there was no hope. I saw that my uncle's chest was still moving at that time. If he hadn't delayed him, my uncle would definitely not have died."

Cheng Er, who was pulling the pigs into the village, heard these words.

Cheng Er and Cheng San are brothers.

Cheng Er was a man of good eyesight. He set up a card table at home for the villagers to play cards. Whoever won the most would pay him a table usage fee.

He slaughtered pigs and sold fish.

He lived a prosperous and comfortable life, and usually subsidized Cheng San, who was idle, lazy and greedy.

"Third brother, what did you say? Which uncle are you, Uncle Dade? He was steamed to death by a shaman, why are you blaming it on Doctor Qin? You are itching for trouble, what are you two doing? You are not from our village, right?" Cheng Er shouted to the people nearby.

The nearby villagers came forward upon hearing the noise.

Cheng Er said, "I don't know which village these two are from. They tricked the third brother into saying that Doctor Qin killed my uncle."

Everyone asked Guo Long and the other two, "What do you do?"

There were so many people that Guo Long was frightened. "I didn't do anything. I'm a reporter. You know he was in the newspaper, right? I came here to verify his character before reporting."

"I heard from the people in the brigade that he is a very good person. He can cure almost any disease we have, and his fees are cheap. Many people from the surrounding villages come to him for treatment, and sometimes people from other towns come. You are a reporter, so you can't write nonsense. If our village finds out, we will smash your newspaper office!"

Guo Long was shocked.

I didn’t expect Qin Xian to have so many supporters.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he took Feng Wenshu and rode away in shame.

Cheng San was about to run away, but Cheng Er grabbed his ear and said, "You do nothing good every day."

"Oh, oh, brother, brother."

Calm returned to the health station.

The couple were busy with their own things, and in the afternoon the postman delivered a letter.

Judging from the content, it was written by the reporter that day, and he made an appointment with Qin Xian to meet at Chunfeng Teahouse in the city tomorrow morning.

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. I'm not very busy recently, so we can meet." Qin Xian said. Li Yingtang: "There is a lantern festival in the city during the Lantern Festival. I want to go there. It's not realistic to let you stay in the city for a whole day. Why don't I go to the city first to talk to the reporter and change the time. You can go to the city after get off work, and we can stay in the city at night."

"Will the reporters wait for me?"

"You are popular now and valuable to him. He won't say anything to you if you postpone the meeting for a day."

"Listen to you."

Li Yingtang was very satisfied and thought it was right to listen to her.

Early the next morning.

Li Yingtang was dressed as a country girl and went into the city carrying the clothes that she and Qin Xian were going to change into.

Less than five minutes after they sat down in Chunfeng Teahouse, a reporter showed up and saw that only Li Yingtang was there: "Your brother didn't come?"

"He's busy with work, and if a villager's situation becomes urgent and he can't find anyone, he won't be able to explain if something goes wrong." Li Yingtang's reason was impeccable: "Can we meet at 7pm instead? I get off work at 5:30, and it takes an hour and a half to get here."

"We are almost at the East District. It may take more than an hour and a half for the West District to get here. Let me go to the village. Today is the Lantern Festival and I have other plans tonight." The reporter stood up and said, "I'll take you?"

"No need. I'm a woman, and it wouldn't be good if the villagers saw me following you." Li Yingtang's excuse was sufficient. The reporter said nothing else and left.

After the other party walked away, Li Yingtang rode his own bike and went straight to Ding Xuan's house.

Ding Xuan is reading a newspaper in the living room at this moment.

Li Yingtang spoke first: "School has started, are you busy?"

"I'm not the class teacher, so I'm not busy. Come and sit down." Ding Xuan asked her aunt to pour tea. "Today is the Lantern Festival, do you want to go to the lantern festival tonight?"

"Shopping. I want to borrow your room to change clothes." Li Yingtang said a little embarrassedly.

Xian'an Road is too far and inconvenient.

Ding Xuan stood up, walked to the door next to the TV wall, and opened it: "Change here."

"Whose room is this?" Li Yingtang glanced around and saw that the furniture inside was complete, but very old, with floral bed sheets and quilt covers, neatly laid out.

"My brother and I slept in this when we were little. My mom couldn't bear to throw it away and kept it." Ding Xuan closed the door and walked to the desk in front of the window. She took out an album from the drawer: "My brother and I's childhood photos. Do you want to see them?"

"Wait a moment." Li Yingtang took off her cotton trousers and cotton coat, revealing her slim-fitting autumn clothes.

Ding Xuan's eyes swept across the other person's figure, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Why is your waist so thin? And your butt is so big and perky." Is this how a person can have proportions? She looked down at herself, and it was only a little bulge, it must be because the clothes were too thick. "What do you usually eat to supplement?"

Li Yingtang: "When you are in puberty, you should pay more attention to your diet."

"What diet?" Ding Xuan asked.

Li Yingtang listed: "Eat more foods rich in vitamins, all kinds of vegetables, milk, pork liver, beef, don't miss out, get more sleep, sleep on your back, and massage yourself like this while taking a bath." She demonstrated casually.

Ding Xuan's eyes widened and she blushed, "How embarrassing."

Li Yingtang: "Why is it embarrassing to massage your own body? When you get married and live with a man, won't it be even more embarrassing?"

Ding Xuan: “.”

Li Yingtang put on her trousers and sweater, and then put on the coat that Ding Xuan gave her: "I'm wearing it because you gave it to me, and I've worn it more than once."

Ding Xuan smiled with her eyes curved: "You are taller than me and your clothes look good."

Li Yingtang changed her clothes and went to look at the photos, most of which were of the brother and sister. "You and your brother looked alike when you were little, but it's different now."

"Are you similar to your brother?"

"I don't think they look alike. My friends say they resemble each other." Li Yingtang flipped through the photos one by one. Suddenly, he paused and fixed his eyes on a photo in which Ding Ying was about ten years old. Standing next to him was a young man in military uniform, about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was looking straight ahead, full of vigor and heroic.

(End of this chapter)