Chapter 308 Still Impulsive

He looked at his watch and realized it was not yet time to get off work in the afternoon, so he went to the nurses' station to say hello to Xiaomei, left early, and rode his bike to find the real boss.

So there are still benefits after the level is upgraded. Wang Deming is now in outpatient clinic all day except Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday are half-day outpatient clinics and half-day wards, and he can have one day off a week.

The real boss is very busy and we can't meet him at all. After get off work, we can only report the application to the secretariat and ask the secretariat to forward it.

Then he went to No. 18 Qinlao Hutong.

Judging from the number of big-nosed comrades coming in and out of the main hospital and the number of people who continue to come to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Health Care Center for massage and physiotherapy, things have not changed much.

Diana was not in the east wing, but there were many big-nosed comrades in the garden, sitting in groups of three or four by the pond, on the grass, under the trees, or by the garden.

When the weather gets a little hot, the big-nosed comrades can't stand it and come here to cool off.

There are many vendors with pushcarts around the east wing, and each stall has a cloth sign hanging on it: Shaved Ice Li, Lotus Leaf Porridge King, Snow Yogurt Qian, and Sausage Zhao all specialize in selling famous snacks from the capital.

The big-nosed people like this place very much. It is much better than the restrained and solemn environment of the embassy. It turns out that there was an Orthodox church over there.

In the previous life, there was a fat black man who said: Take a bath, go to the meat shop opposite and order a dish of soft pork slices, thick soup, two taels of liquor, and a bowl of white rice wine. That's a real enjoyment.

The same principle applies. People with big noses like to come here for acupuncture, cupping and massage treatments after get off work. After relaxing their bodies, they come to the cross-courtyard to enjoy delicious food.

Some people bring their own vodka, but more people just buy a small bottle of Erguotou and drink directly from the bottle, and then pair it with various Beijing snacks. It’s not expensive and solves the dinner problem at the same time.

Many people knew Wang Deming and greeted him with bottles of wine, and he responded with a smile.

I went to a stall and bought a bottle of Erguotou, as well as a portion of sausage, almond tea, tripe, and braised lamb. I carried a chair from the house, found a place, and ate and drank while enjoying the warmth of the last sunset on my body.

Finally, I fell asleep in a daze.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Well, you're back? Why did you come back just now?" Wang Deming rubbed his eyes and got up from the recliner. He yawned again, "Yawn. The weather is warm and the sun is shining. I fell asleep without realizing it."

"You're asking even though you already know the answer." Diana raised her eyebrows and asked back, "More than that, right? You've also been drinking?"

"It's just a bottle of Erguotou, just to rinse my mouth."

"Well, I haven't had dinner yet. Do you want to eat something together?" Diana went back to the house to change into a loose and soft cashmere robe, then came back to ask him.

When the cool breeze blows in spring and summer, a vast expanse of white suddenly comes into Wang Deming's sight.

He turned his head and answered casually, "Okay."

After a while, Diana came out of the house with a plate of dumplings and a bottle of red wine in her hand, "Let's go, let's eat and talk."

The dumplings were made by godmother Wang Shuqin and a few other girls some time ago. They were stuffed with lamb and green onions. They were specially made for Diana to take back.

In the pavilion, which was surrounded by the wind and faced the pond, Wang Deming inadvertently found that Diana's snow-white skin had many tiny goose bumps. He gentlemanly unbuttoned his Zhongshan jacket, put it on her, and taught her: "I know that you Soviet female comrades are naturally resistant to cold, but you still have to pay attention to keeping warm, otherwise you will suffer when you are old, rheumatism, arthritis, all of which will come to you."

"Don't you know that women can sacrifice a lot for beauty? As for old age? Don't we still have painkillers? Don't we still have a Chinese medicine doctor like you? Didn't you say that Chinese medicine can treat these diseases that Western medicine can't treat well?"

Wang Deming was silent for a few seconds, "I'm worried that I won't have the chance to treat you in the future."

Diana paused with her chopsticks, then ate a dumpling in one bite and said "hmm" with a dejected look, "I didn't expect this day would come so soon." She picked up the red wine and poured a full glass, then drank it all in one gulp.

The bright red wine slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth and fell directly on the snow-white chest, so dazzling.

"Red wine should be savored slowly," Wang Deming advised.

"You may not have a chance after you can." Diana shook the empty wine glass in front of her eyes and looked at Wang Deming across from her through the transparent glass. "Don't you think so?"

"There is still a chance. But..." Wang Deming looked away from Diana and looked at the dark screen in the distance, "I guess we will be in our seventies or eighties by then, right?"

"Haha!" Diana suddenly laughed, "By then, I will probably have become a wrinkled old woman, and you will have become a white-haired old man with age spots all over your body." Her voice gradually became lower, "But it would be nice if we could meet again."

"Well, you know everything?"

"How could I not know? They will officially evacuate next year, but my family asked me to return this year, worried that something might happen here. Alexei is the same."

"That you?"

"Yes, it's just as you thought. The first thing I will do when I get back is to hold my wedding at the Orthodox Church. Then I will quit my job and become a full-time housewife. I will cook and clean the house every day. Oh, and I will take care of my kids and slowly turn into a middle-aged woman with a big waist!"

"." Wang Deming remained silent, his mouth twitched, he forced a smile, and said dryly: "Don't say that about yourself. You are so outstanding, but you must not quit your job after getting married. Your love for literature and nature should be transformed into the words you write. Or pass on this love to your students."

"You don't understand." Diana poured herself another full glass of red wine and swallowed it in big gulps. At least 1/3 of the wine spilled onto her chest, staining the snow-white skin of her chest with bright red. The camel-colored cashmere robe was also wet and stained red, clinging to her chest, highlighting and outlining her perfect breast shape.

"Both families have given me a lot of time and tolerance, otherwise I would not have had the opportunity to come to China." Diana paused, "They also gave me enough free time to fully enjoy the happiness before marriage. But at the same time, once married, I must abide by the rules of both families and take care of my husband and children at ease."

"There were no women in Soviet politics. The only thing they could do was to support their husbands, including hosting salons, winning over noble ladies, and enduring his flirting with other women."

"Ha! This is how the world is! They say men and women are equal, but how is that possible?"

She picked up the red wine and poured it. Wang Deming stood up and held her hand. "Diana, you have to believe in yourself. The wine tonight is enough. You will have a better life. You will also find more beauty in life."

"But it doesn't include you anymore, does it?" Diana looked at her blankly. At this moment, she was extremely weak, with red eyes. "Will there still be beauty?"

"I"

"Can you give me a kiss? You've never kissed me before. I want a wet French kiss." Diana closed her eyes first, tilted her head back and pouted.

Wang Deming hesitated, as if the network was stuck, and lowered his head little by little.

The soft, sweet, and delicious touch of lips immediately hit his spiritual fortress, wave after wave, and finally, he was lost.
(End of this chapter)