The Age of Rebirth: Bringing Ten Billions of Spaces Back to Nineties

124. Xie Zhi disappeared

    After the tree planting activity, Qin Ying still had a fever.

It's just that she found out in time, got up overnight and took medicine, took a hot shower, lay down and wrapped the quilt to sleep.

The fever subsided the next morning.

When I called Luo Yun, the other party was also confused and said that he also had a fever.

Come to think of it, anyone who got drenched in the rain must have caught a cold.

As for Xie Zhi, did Qin Ying also have a fever and got out

of bed, the house was empty, but the downstairs and the street were lively.

Come to think of it, my mother should be staring at making summer school uniforms right now.

There is only one month before the delivery of summer school uniforms. The junior high school and the senior high school have a heavy task.

Qin Cheng should take Qin Nan to the construction site. Sometimes when Qin Cheng goes to run a business partner, Qin Nan will be the supervisor at the construction site.

This child has been very interested in construction these days. He went to the construction site to be a foreman, but it was a good thing.

Qin Ying took the medicine and ran downstairs while calling Xie Zhi.

When he ran to the last step, Xie Zhi's voice came into his ears, weak and hoarse, joking with his uncle.

In the earpiece, there was a beeping busy sound.

Qin Ying stopped on the steps and looked at his back.

He was wearing a black jacket today, and he looked broad from the back, but he couldn't tell that he was weak.

He smiled, took out the phone from his pocket and pressed to answer, his voice hoarse but deliberately raised.

"I'm at your house, you can see me when you come down."

Qin Ying swallowed and spoke to the phone.

"I'm behind you." The

boy turned around, his face pale, his raised lips were white, and he was a little dry, and his face was not very good.

My grandmother walked back with my grandfather, and my legs and feet have gotten better. I go out for a walk every day and maintain my daily amount of exercise.

Seeing Xie Zhi standing there, Zhao Cheng beckoned and shouted, and then told Qin Ying.

"Hurry up, take Xiao Xie up to have breakfast. The breakfast is hot in the pot. Your grandmother didn't call you when you saw that you hadn't woken up yet."

Then she ordered Chen Meihua to make tea for him.

"Remember to grab some melon seeds after making the tea, so that the sun will be more comfortable."

Chen Meihua glared at him.

"Damn old man, when your legs are healed, I'll be addicted to using it."

He complained, but his hand honestly made tea for him, and prepared him some fruit in addition to melon seeds.

The old couple sat a little bit next to the door of the furniture store, with two reclining chairs and a small table with tea and snacks.

In the living room upstairs, Xie Zhi was pressed down on the sofa by Qin Ying and sat down.

"Wait for me here, I'll get you medicine, you have a fever and you don't know how to go to the doctor." He

bent down and took out the medicine from the drawer of the coffee table, put it in Xie Zhi's palm, and then turned around to pour warm water .

"I don't want to deal with the wound on your brow bone, if it leaves a scar."

"The scar is handsome. Others even shave it on purpose. Isn't this ready-made and a gift from you."

Qin Ying paused, Look back at him.

"How can this be called a gift? I'll get you some medicine to get rid of the scar."

He grabbed his wrist, pulled it back, and landed on the sofa.

Xie Zhi took the medicine, put the water glass on the coffee table, and lay down on the upper body, just resting his head on Qin Ying's lap.

"Don't run around, shaking my eyes hurts, you just stay here, I'll just lie down for a while."

The antipyretic was made by Qin Ying herself, and it worked quickly.

Xie Zhi lay down until it was almost noon, and his energy was obviously much better, and he stretched.

"What medicine did you give me, the effect is so good, I seem to be alive again."

"I made it myself, I'm afraid I'll poison you."

"If you made it, I'd be willing to poison you."

Qin Sakura glared at him, got up and went to the kitchen to make lunch. When she finished washing the dishes and turned to look, the people on the sofa were long gone.

She ran around with a fever, and when the fever subsided, she ran away.

When Qin Ying recovered completely and went back to school, Qu Meixin had already dropped out. I heard that she went to high school abroad.

And because Wang Wenjia made troubles at school one after another, after being warned last time, her family finally arranged a transfer for her and sent her to a high school in a suburban county, saying that the environment there was difficult, but the folk customs were simple and could purify Wang Wenjia's life. mind and character.

Although Ke Xinyi said it could not be useful, after all, Wang's mother had raised her for more than ten years, and it was impossible to give up if she gave up.

The school suddenly became much quieter, Qin Ying turned around and looked at the empty back seat.

I haven't seen him since the last time I came here with a fever.

Qin Ying tried to send a message to Xie Zhi, but the message went to nothing.

When I asked Liu Zhao and Lu Shaoning, they just spread their hands and shrugged as if they didn't know.

Even when the summer school uniforms for the high school and junior high schools were distributed, Xie Zhi didn't show up, and Qin Ying kept the clothes for him.

I have also tried to ask Huo Shan, but Huo Shan has been up and down in the mall for many years. Although she admires Qin Ying, what she doesn't want to say is that she can't figure it out. She is very good at Tai Chi.

Qin Ying has been so worried for more than a month. In a blink of an eye, in late April, the shopping mall has been built and decorated. Qin Cheng and Cheng Yu are preparing for the show on the opening day.

The clothing is shared by Cheng's Clothing and Dumei, but the models are all professional models brought by Cheng Yu.

As for Qin Ying, she took classes from Monday to Friday, using a lot of test papers to numb herself. On weekends, she went to focus on the decoration and some details of the opening event.

The whole person was so busy that she broke into several pieces by herself, but even so, she would occasionally check to see if the message she sent was answered, and if she didn't, she would send another one as if nothing had happened.

The weather is good today, the wind is warm, and the

outer walls are. On the side walls of the entire shopping mall, she has reserved the entire wall for painting.

She originally planned to paint landscapes, but now, she has changed her mind.

Before the May Day, Qin Ying went to the newspaper office and gave the manuscript she wrote to the other party, wanting to ask about the price of the publication.

"One week before the May Day, an article is published every day. The total cost does not need to be placed in a special center, but the space is large."

The girl in charge of receiving Qin Ying was an intern in a newspaper office, and she took out the price list.

"If the length is large, the price may be relatively higher. I'll take a look first, you." The

girl said, and suddenly stopped, her attention was suddenly attracted by the text on the manuscript.

Qin Ying bent down and looked at each other.

"How much?"

At this time, the Internet media was not yet developed, newspapers were the mainstream, and advertisments for propaganda could only be published in newspapers.

Although Qin Ying is not fully sure of the effect after publication, she has to give it a try.

The girl raised her head, pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her eyes were as round as grapes.

"You wrote this."

Qin Ying nodded.

"advertise"

Qin Ying clicked again. She had never seen such a beautiful and romantic advertisement before, and she was a little undecided for a while, so she picked up the manuscript and stood up.

"Wait, I'll ask our editor-in-chief. Mainly, what you wrote doesn't look like an advertisement, but rather like a submitted article."