Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Chapter 12

After the injection, the fever subsided, but his body was still weak. When Li Rong got out of bed and walked, his calves trembled slightly.

This sick young man's body does not know when he will recover.

Li Rong took another two days off.

He endured the discomfort, revised the paper twice, and re-adjusted the format.

Fortunately, the manuscripts left by Li Qingli are detailed enough, and he has six years of memory beyond the current level of technology, so this article is not difficult to write.

After confirming that there were no omissions, Li Rong carefully put away the manuscript paper spread across the table, took the kraft paper bag from the study, and prepared to put it back together.

Don't look at Li Qingli's manuscripts, but his documents are very organized. It's a pity that the law enforcement officers didn't know how to cherish them, and messed up all the manuscripts.

Li Rong patiently adjusted the order of the front and back, rearranged them, and was about to put them back together.

His movements stopped suddenly.

Li Rong frowned, pinched the manuscript paper again, and tested the weight in his hand.

Although he didn't have Li Qingli's penchant for handwriting, he was very familiar with the manuscript paper Li Qingli used since he was a child.

This stack seems to be a bit thin when integrated, and the weight is also light.

Li Rong picked up the manuscript paper again, facing the sunlight outside the window at the turning page, and looked at it carefully for a moment, it seemed that more than ten pages were indeed missing.

The traces of tearing can be clearly seen in the remaining pale pink thin glue, but maybe Li Qingli wrote something wrong, and he tore it off and broke it.

Li Rong was in a daze for a moment, but didn't have any clues, so he had to put the remaining manuscript paper back into the kraft paper bag.

It was sunny in the afternoon and the air was warm. Li Rong took a USB flash drive, wrapped himself up tightly, and went out.

With Cen Xiao's sponsorship, he finally didn't have to squeeze the bus and could take a taxi anytime.

Cen Wei transferred 10 yuan to him.

He used to wish he could cut every penny from Cen Xiao. He had the aloofness brought by his family background, and the prejudice against Lan Shu that Hongsuo intellectuals had always had. Like Li Qingli, he followed the orthodox route and kept his thoughts on the shelf. Not grounded, and then ended up with a broken family.

He had to admit that only a bastard like Cen Wei could handle with ease in a pool of muddy water.

Fortunately, he is a smart person, and he will have a long memory after learning the lesson.

Li Rong leaned against the co-pilot, turned his head and looked out the window, and said casually: "Take the southeast gate, you can drive directly into the campus from the parking lot, no one is stopping you."

The driver gave him a surprised look: "You look like a high school student, so you are so familiar with University A?"

Li Rong: "Well, my parents used to teach here."

Driver: "Oh, that's great, Professor."

Li Rong smiled lightly, licked his cold and dry lips, and said lightly: "What's so great about the professor."

Driver: "Those who engage in scientific research benefit the common people and deserve respect."

Li Rong was thoughtful, and smiled slightly: "It's not that something happened to a professor during this period, it's quite a big trouble."

The driver had a flash of inspiration, quickly raised his index finger, shook his head quickly, frowned and muttered: "Ah, yes, yes, that professor surnamed Li, ah, a black sheep is really not a thing, and the money paid by us taxpayers is really not a thing. They all stole from their own company, lived in a villa, and drove a luxury car. As a result, they haven’t researched the drug for three years. Before that, they were on the show every day, and they were interviewed saying that the drug will come out soon, and the children will not have to suffer. The conscience was eaten by the dog!"

Li Rong couldn't help asking: "Did you know that the development of a new drug may cost billions of dollars in ten years without any results?"

The driver shook his head and muttered softly: "I don't know, I've never seen so much money."

Li Rong asked again: "Then do you know how complicated the process of approving funds is? Even if he is really corrupt, the people who signed up and down will still be involved."

The driver said confidently: "It wasn't mentioned in the news. Why should I care about this? I'm just a sucker for me. Anyway, he seems to have committed suicide in fear of guilt. If he is not guilty, why did he commit suicide? It's over when he comes out and clarifies."

Li Rong was silent for more than ten seconds, the expression in his eyes condensed into frost and then slowly melted, then he couldn't help laughing out loud, and nodded deeply: "You're right."

The car drove into the campus and stopped by the fountain square. Li Rong paid the money and got off the car. The driver handed Li Rong a receipt while muttering: "I really envy the students who come here for the exam, they are all talents."

Li Rong didn't answer, closed the car door, folded the receipt, tore it into pieces smaller than a fingernail, and threw it into the trash can.

The fountain square on the campus of University A is very large, and the surrounding residents and family members of school staff living in the dormitory also often exercise here.

Li Rong had rarely carefully observed the place closest to the fireworks in this high school before.

"Selling gloves, scarfs and hats! All 60 yuan, all 60 yuan."

Occasionally there are small vendors in the square, who come here to do business while the school security is not paying attention.

The people who set up the stalls often fought guerrilla warfare with Anbao. After seeing each other for a long time, they became familiar with each other. Sometimes Anbao was lazy and turned a blind eye to let them buy more money.

The only street vendor that Li Rong remembered was this short-haired, fat woman who sold gloves and scarves.

Because Li Qingli once told him that ten years ago, there was a dexterous girl who worked as an administrator in the school's biochemical laboratory.

He was young at that time, just an ordinary lecturer, with no status, and he failed to insist on fighting for reason, and he regrets it to this day.

Later, in order to find a strange student who had also been to the scene to prove her innocence, the girl simply set up a stall in University A to sell woolen hats. Unfortunately, no one who could testify to her was ever found.

Li Qingli took pity on her and asked someone to get her a card for the library of University A, so that she could go to the library to read more when she was free, and don't waste time on the way to redress her grievances.

Li Qingli used this girl's story to teach Li Rong, and warned him not to underestimate anyone who can persist in one thing for several years, even if they fail to achieve their goal, they must have something special.

For example, this girl has searched through the library of University A in the past ten years. Few people know this library better than her.

Li Rong asked: "Then it's more than enough for her to change careers and become a teacher. Why bother buying a woolen hat?"

Li Qingli said with a smile: "It's good to be a teacher, and it's not bad to sell woolen hats. Zi Feiyu, people may have already looked down on material things and fame."

Students who can come to University A to study hardly use the cold protection tools sold at roadside stalls worth tens of yuan. Sometimes they sell them for a day, and they buy some from volunteers in the student organization, but they don’t use them themselves, but donate them to the street. beggars.

The business is so bad, but she stubbornly sold here for ten years.

There is no business expansion, gloves, scarves and hats are used every year, and the styles have not been updated. If we can make some money in the early years, it may not be enough to maintain food and clothing now.

"Gloves, collars and hats! They are all hand-knitted by myself, and they are available in various colors. Dolls, come and have a look!"

The woman's voice was thick, but her tone of voice was soft, and she didn't have much momentum when she hawked, and she couldn't even attract a few eyes.

Li Rong put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, shrinking his exposed neck, and the hem of his clothes fell to his knees, slapping his calves under the tug of the autumn wind.

For the first time, he took a serious look at these gaudy scarves and hats, looked at them, covered his mouth and nose with his fist, and coughed lightly.

"Oh my baby, you've got a cold. Let's wear a scarf. It's only 60 yuan."

The woman noticed Li Rong with sharp eyes, and hurriedly pulled out a blue scarf from the neatly placed scarves, trotted over and stuffed it into Li Rong's hand.

Li Rong felt the softness in his hands and was slightly startled.

This thing looks a bit bloated, but I didn't expect it to be so comfortable to the touch. Looking at the thin patterned stitches on the scarf, it seems that it is really hand-woven.

The hand-woven ones only sell for 60 yuan, which is really a waste of labor.

"Boy, you are very sick. Listen to my aunt. Go home and use wolfberry, ginger slices, honeysuckle, and red dates to make soup and drink it. You will sweat and get rid of dampness. It will recover very quickly."

While chanting the recipe, the woman tapped the palm of her left hand with her right index finger. Her hands were very rough, as if she had been grasping sewing needles all the year round, and her fingers had worn out thick calluses, which looked thicker than the base of her fingers.

Li Rong did look sick, his small face was thin and pale, and his peach blossom eyes were bloodshot and red. This appearance could arouse the pity of any elder, let alone an elder of his mother's age.

Li Rong raised his lips, looked at the woman's dry and red face, and said softly, "Auntie, please do me a favor, I want all these things."

The woman opened her eyes wide in surprise: "What can I help you with?"

Li Rong stared at her face, slowly took out the USB flash drive and placed it in front of the woman, his usually clear eyes contained a bit of sharpness: "The administrator of the A computer room plays games all day long, and basically doesn't look at them. Log in or not, you can find a computer to log in, user name liqingli, password rong1117, help me send the files in the USB flash drive..."

The woman's face changed slightly when she heard the familiar user name, as if recalling some memories, she stepped back again and again: "How can I do this, I can't do it well."

Li Rong nodded slightly, raised his eyelids, and said with firm eyes: "Of course you can, Auntie, I don't want to show my face right now, so if you help me, it's as if you're helping him."

The woman's lips trembled slightly, she raised her eyes to take a deep look at Li Rong, slowly stretched out her hand, and held the USB flash drive in her palm: "I...then I'll try it."

"Thank you." Li Rong watched the woman go, then wrapped his clothes, and squatted carelessly among the passing crowd, staring in the direction of the office building of the Department of Biochemistry in a daze, like a static mushroom.

About an hour later, the woman trotted back, panting, put the USB drive back into Li Rong's hand, then took out the phone and showed Li Rong the screen: "Baby, do you think this is the case?"

Li Rong checked Li Qingli's personal information, confirmed that the manuscript had been sent, and said with a cheerful smile: "Yes, auntie, sell all these to me, and go home early."

He said that he wanted to transfer money to the woman.

The woman held down his hand, with deep resentment in her eyes, and sighed: "You bought so much, is there anyone who will use it?"

Li Rong paused, obviously no one needed it, his house was empty.

Woman: "Then don't waste your money, it's not a big deal, I'll do you a favor, if you like it, just buy one."

Li Rong lowered his head and looked at the blue scarf wrapped around his chest. Just now, he didn't realize that the scarf was really warm when he was wearing it.

Li Rong stroked the pattern on the scarf with his hands, looked at the pile of fabrics that seemed to have not been reduced in a day, and checked again: "I can afford it, but you really don't need it?"

The woman smiled honestly, and waved her hand cheerfully: "Can you buy me for a day, can you also buy for a year? There used to be a teacher who saw that I couldn't sell it, and always wanted to buy it for me and give it to students. , I’m so embarrassed. He, just come to me one day to buy one, afraid that I will be difficult to make, and said that there are many relatives in the family, and he especially likes handmade scarves. But he hasn’t come for a month.”

As the woman talked, her smile disappeared and her expression became a little lonely. She walked back to the stall, arched her slightly bloated waist, and began to play with the pile of flowered gloves again, stacking and stacking, pressing and pressing.

Just when Li Rong thought he couldn't hear anything, the woman whispered again: "Anyway, I don't know anything, and I don't understand it, but you say, those students who received my gloves and scarf must know that he is a good person, right? As long as there are still people who believe in him, we cannot give up hope."

After listening to the story quietly, Li Rong smiled faintly, stuck out a finger from his sleeve, and pointed to his scarf: "Then I want this blue one, and another one with embroidered flowers."

The woman quickly helped him put it into the bag: "Take it, you can just give one hundred and twenty."

Li Rong gave 200 yuan, the woman frowned, and hurriedly stopped Li Rong: "No, no, I can't charge you more money."

Li Rong stretched out his hand to stroke the blue scarf around his neck, and said meaningfully: "It's okay, we will see you again."

The woman stared blankly at his face, her fingers couldn't help tightening her blackened cuffs.

On the way back, Li Rong felt relaxed, recalling his dream of becoming a salted fish, he enthusiastically contacted a certain benefactor.

[Li Rong: Cen Wei!Cen Xiao!Did you have a good day?Have you got a meal yet? 】

Cen Xiao didn't return.

[Li Rong: Is the investigation team done?My dad's research is quite valuable, but we can't let Hong Suo get there first! 】

Cen Xiao still didn't return.

[Li Rong: Chairman Cen bowed his head and wronged you, I bought you a gift, you must like it. 】

[Cen Wei:? 】

[Li Rong: I went to school to find you. 】

When Cen Wei saw this red scarf, he was a little confused, but Li Rong's gratitude was somewhat sincere.

"That's it?"

Ugly and suffocating.

Li Rong feels good about himself.

He took Cen Xiao to a deserted place in the school corridor, stood on tiptoes, and wrapped the bright red scarf around Cen Xiao's neck.

"I just found out on the road that there is a small pocket on the neck, which can hold bank cards, ID cards and the like. You can feel it here."

He put his arms around Cen Xiao's neck, tilted his head, his eyes fell on the back of Cen Xiao's neck, and his fingers pulled the zipper on the pocket to let Cen Xiao feel the position, while his whole body, leaning forward slightly, was almost about to hang up. On Cen Xiao.

He and Cen Wei were very close. In the cool evening, the body temperature of each other was clearer and deeper than the aftertaste of orange red. Cen Wei only needed to turn his head, and his lips could touch Li Rong's fair and clear skin.

Li Rong's eyelashes were curly and slender, trembling slightly in the elongated halo, when his eyes moved, the contours of his eyelids were closed just right.

He tied the scarf around Cen Xiao, and with his little finger, he parted his hair behind his left ear, revealing his curled temples stained with thin sweat.

Around Li Rong's neck, there was a faint medicinal fragrance, inviting people to taste it.

Cen Xiao finally felt that there was still merit in this gift.