Luggage Syndrome

Liang Yicheng leaned on the nurse's desk and looked at Fu Lang quietly.

Whether it's the heavy stack of medical records in Fu Lang's hand, or the clean and tidy uniform, even the white mask hanging on his chin looks so heavy.

Liang Yicheng panicked for no reason.

Perhaps it was because every time he came to the hospital, he would be forced to understand Fu Lang's work little by little, and then be forced to truly realize that one day, these things would overwhelm Fu Lang.

But Fu Lang in front of him still stood there nonchalantly, talking to comfort him intimately.

Fu Lang is always so careful.

But what he cares about is always others, not himself.

Liang Yicheng was suddenly too sad to speak.

Fu Lang quickly sensed that his mood was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liang Yicheng didn't answer, and Fu Lang didn't ask any more questions. He put down the folder of his medical records, and patiently straightened out his messy hair when he ran upstairs.

"Why did you come to the hospital so early?"

Gentle movements, gentle voices.

The soft emotion that slowly ignited in his chest gradually became surging, making Liang Yicheng feel hot all over.He looked at Fu Lang fascinated, slowly stretched out a hand, held the hand with sharp joints on his head, and slowly brought it in front of him, rubbing the tip of his nose gently, trying hard to get rid of the pungent smell left by the medical rubber gloves. He could discern the smell that fascinated him in the smell.

His eyes gradually blurred, like a cat sucking catnip, he said softly:

"I miss you so much--"

"Teacher, the blood pressure of the 16-bed patient just now measured 170/80, should the doctor add some antihypertensive drugs? But he—"

Intern Zheng Shishi approached while talking, and saw Liang Yicheng who was holding Fu Lang's hand, and bit her own tongue in shock.

Liang Yicheng was startled, and quickly let go of his hand, but Fu Lang unhurriedly raised his index finger, stroked gently along the tip of his nose, and then retracted his hand.

Liang Yicheng: "!"

Fu Lang didn't answer Zheng Shishi's words in a hurry, raised his eyebrows, looked at Liang Yicheng, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"..."

Liang Yicheng didn't know whether Fu Lang really didn't hear clearly or was just pretending to be stupid, but he was still belatedly ashamed of what he said just now, his ears were flushed, and he whispered, "I want, I want to have lunch with you."

Fu Lang smiled softly, his eyes were full of doting: "Okay."

Liang Yicheng was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of Zheng Shishi staring at Fu Lang dumbfoundedly, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and pulled up Fu Lang's mask to cover half of his handsome face, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Fu Lang: "?"

Zheng Shishi: "..."

Lively tea house.

Liang Yicheng lowered his head, absently poking the shrimp dumpling in the bowl into pieces.

He didn't expect that Fu Lang would leave his work to accompany him out for tea and snacks during the lunch break.

But so what.

After lunch, Fu Lang would still go back to that lifeless hospital and carry all the heavy loads on his back alone.

But he could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything.

"What are you thinking?"

Liang Yicheng raised his head in a panic, but he didn't dare to look at Fu Lang. He was extremely anxious, so he picked up a small teacup and drank it down, and replied bitterly: "It's nothing."

Fu Lang looked at him sideways, without saying a word, picked up the kettle beside him, lifted the lid of the purple clay pot, slowly filled the pot with hot water, and slowly covered the teapot.

The tea overflowed, slowly dripped down the body of the pot, and landed on the wooden tea tray.

Liang Yicheng liked the way Fu Lang made tea very much.

When making tea, Fu Lang's expression was focused, and he enjoyed it even more.

Those pair of pitch-black peach blossom eyes shone with a clear luster, as clear as tea, perhaps that was the original appearance of these eyes.

Fu Lang deftly picked up the teapot and filled Liang Yicheng's teacup with tea, but it was different from the usual [-]% full.

The rich tea is crystal clear, with a small arc arched from the surface of the cup, trembling slightly with the water waves, as if it will overflow at any time.

Liang Yicheng tightly squeezed the teacup in his hand, stared at it for a while, then lowered his head, and took a sip very slowly.

The dark brown Pu'er tea looks plain, but it is sweet and mellow when tasted carefully.

Much like Fu Lang's love.

Carefully, without leaking a drop, he drank the full cup of tea.

Apart from this, he has nothing to repay.

There was less than a week left before Fu Lang's vacation.

Liang Yicheng has been on vacation for two weeks, and he seems to have a perfect grasp of Fu Lang's shift schedule.

Every time Fu Lang got off the day shift, he usually had time to sneak up on Liang Yicheng, who was still busy making dinner in the kitchen, and then because he only caressed about teasing the fire, Liang Yicheng was forced to eat a pig-sized meal by the enraged Liang Yicheng.

Every time Fu Lang finished his night shift and returned home late at night, he would see his little boyfriend lying on his bed after a clean wash, trying to open his sleepy eyelids, begging him for a shallow kiss. Goodnight kiss.

Even the big night shift, which made Fu Lang tired the most, seemed to be a lot easier than before.

Since he had to get up to work in the middle of the night, he always had to wake up Liang Yicheng, because the other party would still cling to him as a pillow in his sleep.

Liang Yicheng has always been limp and has no temper. Even if he was woken up in a deep sleep, he would only hum in a low voice dissatisfied, closed his eyes tightly as if he still disliked the light of the bedside lamp, and kept digging into Fu Lang's chest.

Such Liang Yicheng is too cute, Fu Lang can't help but hold the person in his arms for a while, and then gently pull him out, and stop the other person's moaning with a light kiss like a dragonfly.

Liang Yicheng, who was soothed, would soon fall asleep again, and Fu Lang got up to go to work with peace of mind.

The strange thing is that every time Fu Lang gets home from get off work and returns home early in the morning, the little guy who loves to sleep late has disappeared.

It stands to reason that Liang Yicheng would not wake up naturally before noon when he was on vacation, but Liang Yicheng's home is in G City, and he can go back anytime. Fu Lang didn't think too much about it. In addition, he was always extremely tired after the night shift, so he fell asleep when he got home Anyway, as soon as he wakes up, his little boyfriend will come back with a few bags of authentic snacks from G City.

Fu Lang understood that Liang Yicheng was trying to accommodate his schedule and didn't want to disturb his rest.

It would be a lie to say that the softest part of my heart has not been touched.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't gradually disperse his energy on Liang Yicheng.

It would be even more false to say that there is no urge to hug someone in his arms to double his love.

However, he has his helplessness and his persistence.

One day, after Fu Lang finished his big night shift, he was delayed a lot during the handover, and came back late, just in time for the rush hour of elementary school, and the vehicles to pick up and drop off the children came in and out, and there was a traffic jam outside his own community.

It was stuck in traffic for a long time, and there were still dozens of cars away from my house.Fu Lang felt restless, so he swung the steering wheel and turned into a small road, intending to find a random parking lot in a distant neighborhood.

When the car drove around the corner, Fu Lang saw that the herbal tea shop he often went to had opened, and remembered his child who always liked to eat fried food, so he got out of the car and bought two bottles of mogen bamboo cane water.

A white-haired old man surrounded the small wooden table in front of the herbal tea shop as usual, quietly watching the two in the middle play chess.

Fu Lang didn't pay attention when he just passed by, but when he came out of the herbal tea shop, the person who was sitting on a small bench playing chess with his back to him happened to be sitting next to the door of the shop, so Fu Lang couldn't help but take another look.

The man's black hair was messy, and he looked like he had just woken up. He wore red, white, and blue beach pants and a loose black T-shirt. He was mixed in with a group of old men wearing white vests and black plaid shorts. , seems out of place.

Fu Lang only glanced at it, then stopped in his tracks.

Fu Lang recognized the pair of beach pants, the T-shirt that belonged to him, and the kid who ran out of his house early in the morning. After all, he was dressed exactly the same as when he slept last night. .

Standing behind the old men watching chess, Fu Lang quietly looked at Liang Yicheng who was concentrating on playing chess.

Liang Yicheng put his hands on his thighs neatly, bowed his head and thought for a while, and slowly moved the black "car" a step forward.

"wonderful!"

A tall old man gave a thumbs up, and the old man sitting opposite Liang Yicheng raised his head and gave him a gouged look, "humph", and said, "Old Wu, watch chess without saying a word!"

"I'm just boasting, not mentioning Xiaoliang. Besides, it's been so long that we haven't won anyone's bet yet, and they don't need the old man to mention something!"

"Nonsense, I will win this one for you to see."

"Ha, then you have to hurry up. From my point of view, the winner has already been decided. Old Wu, you have to admit defeat quickly! I still want to fight Xiaoliang."

When an old man with a bowed back heard this, he quickly said, "Hey, I should be with Xiao Liang today!"

Lao Li shrugged and said: "Okay, I'll let you go first. Oh, it's almost ten o'clock, Xiao Liang still has to go to the old city today? Isn't your home in the city center? Go to the old city Why, it’s broken and old, it’s not as good as our remote mountainous area.”

Liang Yicheng turned a deaf ear and stared at the chessboard without blinking.

Lao Li didn't take it seriously, and said: "Old Wu, look at you, your concentration is far behind others."

Old Wu waved his hand: "Come on, you can shut up."

After Lao Li finally shut up, Lao Wu turned his attention back to the chess game, racked his brains for a long time, and finally made a move.

A game of chess dragged on for more than half an hour. Later, even Fu Lang, who was proficient in chess, could see that Old Wu was dying. The time to think about the next move became longer and longer, but Liang Yicheng's response became faster and faster. Do not urge Old Wu.

In the end, Old Wu was checked to death, but he was convinced, laughed heartily, and said: "I lost, Xiao Liang's chess skills are really good."

"Where is it? It's Wu Bo's resignation."

"Hey kid, your mouth is so sweet."

Liang Yicheng let out a long sigh of relief, and his body, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed. Feeling a little sore and backache, he stretched his waist a lot.

However, his backward movement was too big, the small bench was too small, and the wood was too smooth. He suddenly lost his balance, fell backwards, and fell into a strong and generous embrace.

Liang Yicheng, who was in a panic, didn't have time to appreciate how flexible those muscles were. He thought he had bumped into some old man. He was startled, and forcibly shrank to the side, and his buttocks landed firmly on the concrete floor.

He didn't care that his butt was split in two, so he hurriedly turned around and apologized:

"Hey, sorry, are you okay—"

After seeing the person behind him clearly, he was so shocked that he even forgot the pain in his buttocks.

"Brother Lang?????"