I've recently been watching "The No One Has No Disease", and after watching half of it, I was really unhappy with the ending of Meng Shunzhi.

So I wrote this so-called extra, but the character design is actually completely different from the original text.

But there is nothing I can do. I don’t want my Dr. Meng to suffer from Alzheimer’s disease (￢_￢).

This is the first time I write something like this, and I write it for fun, mainly because I feel sorry for Meng Fan.

My name is Zhang Qian, and I have been a doctor since I was a child. This is mainly because my father practices medicine, my father’s father practices medicine, and my father’s father’s father still practices medicine.

But my greatest ambition is not to help the world by hanging a pot, but to eat delicious food all over the world.

Before I was six years old, I had been unswervingly pursuing my ambition to eat from all directions, and as a result, I grew into a little meatball.

Until one day, a ten and a half year old little brother came to our house.

That day was a rare sunny day in the rainy season. My grandfather brought a wrinkled child. He was obviously ten years old but not much taller than me. His back was slightly bent and his head was lowered, but there was no expression on his face.

Any expression.

Grandfather said that this was the grandson of his best friend, who was frail and sick, and had been recuperating at our house ever since.

I stepped forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes with my chubby little hands, and saw his first expression towards me - disgust.

But he became the first thing I was interested in besides food. My grandfather said his name was Meng Fan.

My grandfather told us that his parents died when he was young, and he was bullied by his brothers in the clan. He asked us to take care of him.

From then on, I would give him a share of all my delicious food. Even if it was the golden ruyi cake on the first floor, I would leave two for him.

It was late autumn soon. I was passing by in the garden and saw him by the lake. I didn't know what he was thinking as he stared at the fish in the lake. I just felt that his eyes were dark and complicated, and even my heart sank.

He turned around and looked at me and waved to me, "Qier, come here."

Maybe it was the flash of evil in his eyes, or maybe people have an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but I didn't go over. I clenched my hands tightly and looked at him uneasily.

He looked at me, as if he was pleased by something, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, making a strange expression that looked like a smile.

But I clearly saw the two pear dimples beside his mouth. The pear dimples were so deep that they seemed to suck me in. I didn’t know what was bewitching me, so I walked step by step with my short legs.

passed.

"Qian'er, look, there is a golden carp over there." The golden one... I stared at it blankly, thinking to myself, I wonder if the carp has pear vortices.

The accident happened in an instant, the world spun for a moment, and I fell into the lake. I was so confused that I didn't know what happened. I grabbed it here and there, but I couldn't shout anything.

Where is Meng Fan, will he come down to save me?

I kicked my feet randomly, as if I had stepped on something. I stepped carefully, letting my mouth leak out of the water to ensure breathing.

He was the one who pushed me down. Why?

Does he hate me?

I don’t know why, but the lake is getting colder in late autumn.

Not long after, my father came and took me out of the cold lake.

My head was dizzy, I was shaking and grabbing my father's front shirt, and after a while I didn't know anything else.

After being in a coma for a day and a night, I woke up and took medicine throughout the winter in order to avoid getting to the root of the disease.

It's sour and bitter, and I even lose my appetite for all kinds of snacks I like to eat on weekdays.

I was sick all winter, and my brothers would visit me every day and bring me various gadgets to make me happy.

Sometimes Meng Fan would come with them, standing in the corner and never speaking, sometimes staring at the ground, sometimes looking directly at me.

When I looked at it, I felt like those snakes raised by my second brother, staring coldly at the prey, waiting to strike suddenly when it is not prepared.

My father asked me how I fell. I had a lot of thoughts and finally said that I stepped on nothing.

The weather is getting warmer and I can finally go out to play in the yard. The only good thing about being seriously ill is that I have lost weight.

My appetite gradually improved, and I vowed to make up for all the delicious food I missed before.

That day, I was about to ask my fourth brother to go out and bring me delicious food, but I met Meng Fan on the way.

He grew very fast and was already more than a head taller than me. He bent slightly, and I was completely in his shadow.

"Why don't you complain?" Yes, why don't you complain?

Maybe he just wants to make fun of me. If he files a complaint, he will be punished. If he is sent home, will he not be able to come back?

"It's just a joke, if you're not careful, grandpa will punish you." Something flashed across his eyes, so fast that I couldn't catch it. His lips were pursed into a line, and the corners of his mouth were downwards, and the pear dimple was shallow.

was exposed.

Somehow, I stood on tiptoe and reached out my hand, wanting to poke the little pear dimple.

He was obviously startled, but he already stretched out his hand and pushed me to the ground.

I raised my head on the ground and saw his eyes changing again and again, and finally he lifted his feet and walked away.

I couldn't control the overwhelming grievance, so I sat on the ground and cried.

"Stop crying, it's so ugly." Wuwuwu... "I'll buy you some delicious food, okay." Wuwuwu... Maybe he had never seen such a battle before and was at a loss for what to do.

He lifted it up and patted the dirt off his body.