cohabitation contract

When Zhuang Lingxiao woke up, he habitually stretched out a brush, the empty seat beside him was already icy cold, and the person next to his pillow had been away for an unknown amount of time.

Zhuang Lingxiao, who had occupied most of the bed and had no shame in his heart, stared blankly at the empty seat beside the pillow. He didn't know what to think of. The corners of his lips curled up into a half-smile, and his eyes swept over the person in front of the bed. The alarm clock in the shape of Mickey Mouse should have been specially selected by Nie Changsheng according to He Hongwu's preferences. He couldn't help but frowned in disgust. After jumping off the crib, he began to feel that he was actually bent over in this narrow crib and fell asleep all at once. At dawn, it was really insulting to taste. After a while of snorting, Zhuang Lingxiao immediately blamed this gap on Nie Changsheng, who was dull and lifeless.

After washing up, a Western-style breakfast was prepared on the table in the living room. It was an ordinary style, but Zhuang Lingxiao sat down to eat in a good mood.It was cold winter, and the heating was not turned on in the living room. The food that had been left for more than two hours was already cold. However, Zhuang Lingxiao, who has always been picky eaters, seems to have calmed down a lot since he lived in this dilapidated apartment. It was cold, but what flowed in his heart was a trickle of warmth. The scene of cohabitation with Nie Changsheng in the past came vividly before his eyes. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was a doctor and Nie Changsheng took care of all his meals. middle.

After drinking the last sip of cold milk, Zhuang Lingxiao suddenly realized that there seemed to be a procedure missing. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that Nie Changsheng didn't leave a note for him—he reminded himself like a virtuous wife in the morning to warm up his breakfast. For food, could it be that Nie Changsheng guessed that he didn't care at all, so he simply saved the little note?

Did the little note fall to the ground?Zhuang Lingxiao's eyes subconsciously searched under the dining table. The clean floor was spotless. In fact, Nie Changsheng used to press the small note under the milk cup, and the windows were closed tightly. No matter how strong the wind was, it was impossible to blow the note. scraped onto the floor.

Reluctantly searched around again, but still found nothing. Finally, Zhuang Lingxiao locked his eyes in the wastebasket, moved in his heart, stepped forward quickly, leaned over to open the lid of the wastebasket, and there was a man lying alone on the clean plastic garbage bag. A crumpled note.

Zhuang Lingxiao smiled smugly, picked up the discarded note with two fingers, unfolded it, and found a few words, saying that there was an important operation to be performed at noon, and he had to go to school to receive congratulations in the afternoon When Hongwu came back, what he meant was to imply that Zhuang Lingxiao didn't need to have lunch with him, and because He Hongwu was going to come back to stay at night, he would not be kept as a great god.

But Nie Changsheng obviously felt that there was something wrong with deliberately explaining the day's itinerary to Zhuang Lingxiao so clearly. After all, the two did not have much relationship, but he was familiar with Zhuang Lingxiao's domineering temper. The guy will definitely mess up again, either trespassing in the operating room of the hospital to question him, or blocking He Hongwu's school gate, in front of all the teachers and students of the school, he must give an explanation...

However, the introverted Nie Changsheng didn't know how to convey his original intention to Zhuang Lingxiao, perhaps after hesitating for a long time, he finally threw the note in the wastebasket without leaving anything behind.

There was a sneer on Zhuang Lingxiao's mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw the note on the dining table.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhuang Lingxiao was not in a hurry to go to work, but turned back to Nie Changsheng's bedroom to continue completing the unfinished tasks yesterday.

Yesterday, Zhuang Lingxiao almost turned the entire bedroom upside down. He quickly found all kinds of important documents such as household registration booklets, passports, bank cards, etc., but the one that had appeared on the big screen in the airport monitoring room The paper with illegible handwriting seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and I can't find it no matter what.

Last night, while Nie Changsheng was cooking in the kitchen, Zhuang Lingxiao searched the briefcase he brought home from the hospital from inside to outside, but unfortunately he still found nothing...

Where will it be placed?

Suddenly, a scene of the past that had been dusty for a long time flashed through his mind, Zhuang Lingxiao hesitated for a moment, and his eyes slowly moved to the photo frame placed on the table.

There is a seven-inch photo frame in front of the bed cabinet in the bedroom, and inside it is a photo of Nie Changsheng and Jing He Hongwu a few years ago. In the photo, Nie Changsheng is half-squatting, only a seven or eight-year-old kid who is still childish. Sitting awkwardly in front of Nie Changsheng's lap, he looked innocent and ignorant.

However, five years ago, the photo framed by Nie Changsheng in front of the bed in the dormitory was a group photo of their basketball team winning the men's college basketball championship. In the front, several teammates A, B, C, and D in the back put their hands on their knees and half bent over. The group did not forget to pinch the gold medal hanging around their necks, and all of them smiled vigorously.

Because the basketball game is nationwide, everyone will be issued a stamped certificate. Nie Changsheng's certificate is sandwiched in the interlayer behind the photo frame. So much time has passed, Zhuang Lingxiao still remembers what Nie Changsheng said. : "Such an important object, of course it needs to be placed where it can be seen to be at ease..."

At that time, Zhuang Lingxiao didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until after that incident that he realized that the so-called "important objects" were so important!

Zhuang Lingxiao quickly opened the frame, pulled out the splint, and a piece of wrinkled paper suddenly slid down and fell at his feet.

Sure enough, put it here!Zhuang Lingxiao's pupils flashed a complicated look. Not only did Nie Changsheng not forget that incident, but he stuck to it as a promise. This certainly surprised and delighted Zhuang Lingxiao. As for the content of the paper—it feels like a million catties in the palm of his hand. Heavy!There is no doubt that this group of illegible paper can be regarded as a treasure by Nie Changsheng, and it must carry a special mission.

Although the handwriting was unreadable, Zhuang Lingxiao quickly guessed its purpose.

When life is at stake, what else can this rain-soaked piece of paper be except for the mission of last words?

After dressing up, Zhuang Lingxiao, who opened the door to go out, paused, turned his head and glanced at the piece of paper picked up from the wastebasket lying innocently on the dining table. Although it was waste paper, it was left to him by Nie Changsheng after all... …

Pursing his lips, Zhuang Lingxiao slowly folded it back, and carefully stuffed it into the cigarette case, as if worried that it would not be folded, but the sullen man didn't notice it.