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The apprehension dissipated, and his heart was pounding, Zhou Yu'an held the red wine bottle in a helpless manner, staring at Zhong Fuchu in a daze.

These three words are clearly just the most common social words among neighbors, but he feels that when Zhong Fuchu uttered them, each word becomes tender and tender, as if there are some hidden promises and oaths.

It must be because his fever has not subsided, he shook his head, suddenly remembered his identity as the owner of the house, and hurriedly said:

"Zhong... Dr. Zhong, sit here and I'll get you some water."

Zhou Yu'an put the red wine bottle on the tea table, and ran around the house in a hurry. He had just moved in, and Xu Xing ran away after delivering the things. It was a mess, there was no kettle, and he couldn't even find some water if he wanted to pour it. .

He scratched his hair discouraged, only felt that tonight's plan was too much of a failure, if he had known it would be cleaned up tomorrow, he would let Zhong Fuchu come over as a guest.

"Sorry, I can't find any drinking water, why don't we drink red wine?" Zhou Yu'an thought of Song Dixin's bottle of wine, holding two freshly washed goblets, asked the person who was sitting on the sofa and looking at the room. Zhong Fuchu.

"You can't drink now." Zhong Fuchu stood up from the sofa, looked at the time, "Go to my place."

"Huh?" Zhou Yu'an didn't react.

"You can't go without drinking water all night." Zhong Fuchu picked up the red wine on the coffee table and walked outside, "I confiscated this bottle of wine."

As if all the light fell into his eyes, Zhou Yu'an followed Zhong Fuchu to his house with sparkling eyes.

Obviously just stayed here last night and came tonight as a guest, but when Zhou Yu'an put on those Pikachu slippers, he felt as if he lived here every day.

He sat down on the sofa, put his hands on his knees while sitting upright, Zhong Fuchu poured him a glass of water, he took it with both hands, and slowly sipped it one mouthful at a time.

If only this water could not be finished.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Zhong Fuchu asked him.

Zhou Yu'an nodded subconsciously, then shook his head violently, almost shaking his head off, he lowered his eyes a little guilty.

Zhong Fuchu didn't say anything, turned around and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, he had actually eaten with Xu Xing in a nearby restaurant, but he wanted to stay at Zhong Fuchu's house for a while.

After a while, the mobile phone vibrated suddenly on the coffee table. He looked over and found that it was Zhong Fuchu's mobile phone, so he picked it up and ran to the kitchen.

"Doctor Zhong, you have a phone." He leaned on the kitchen door frame and yelled loudly, glanced at the still vibrating phone screen, and continued, "It's Doctor Ye's."

Zhong Fuchu was cooking and said, "Tell him for me, I'll call later."

Zhou Yu'an said hello, got through the phone, turned and walked out.

"Fuchu, grandpa dropped his leg while taking a bath tonight, the children in the garden are too young, we have to go back quickly." Ye Lang's voice was anxious.

Zhou Yu'an was a little anxious when he heard that Grandpa Zhong Fuchu had an accident, and hurriedly said, "Doctor Ye, I'll go and tell him right away, just wait."

There was no more conversation on the phone, Zhou Yu'an didn't pay attention, and ran to the kitchen in a hurry, and said loudly to Zhong Fuchu: "Doctor Zhong, Doctor Ye said that your grandpa's leg fell."

Zhong Fuchu immediately turned off the fire, wiped his hands and took the phone, frowning deeply.

"Ye Lang, it's me."

"I'll go right now."

"You too, be careful on the road."

Seeing that Zhong Fuchu hung up the phone, Zhou Yuan quickly asked, "Is your grandpa important?"

Zhong Fuchu walked towards the entrance, and said: "It is probably broken, I have to go back and take him to the hospital now, you..." He took the key and looked at Zhou Yu'an.

"I'm fine, I'll go down to eat by myself later, you go to see your grandpa, don't worry about me." Zhou Yu'an knew that he was very redundant now, so he put on his shoes very consciously, and walked out the door.

"Zhou Yu'an." Zhong Fuchu suddenly stopped him.

He froze for a moment, stood outside the door and looked back at Zhong Fuchu.

Zhong Fuchu came out and put the key in his hand, and said: "If there is anything missing at home, you can get it from me."

After speaking, he walked directly to the elevator.

Zhou Yu'an stared blankly at the key in his hand, and didn't come back to his senses until the elevator made a "ding". Before he had time to think, he started running towards the elevator with both feet.Zhong Fuchu had already walked in, and the elevator door was slowly closing.

He didn't know which of his nerves had a problem again, he slammed the elevator door with both hands, and the door opened automatically, but there was not only Zhong Fuchu in the elevator, but also an aunt and uncle, all staring at him at this time.

"Come in, why are you standing still?" the aunt urged, holding a dancing fan in her hand, obviously going down to dance.

Zhong Fuchu also looked at him, but he didn't have time to understand the emotion in his eyes.

His head was buzzing, he felt that he was on the verge of being stupid again, he wanted to say something in his heart, but he just stared at Zhong Fuchu and said: "You, pay attention on the way..."

Before the word "safety" could be uttered, Zhong Fuchu pulled him in and bumped him into his arms.

"Come in if you want to follow." Zhong Fuchu whispered in his ear.

The warm breath swept over the pinnae, and the deep voice beat on the eardrums. Zhou Yu'an felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to his head, and his heart began to beat violently.

He didn't know how Zhong Fuchu could see his thoughts, but he really wanted to follow him, to know more about Zhong Fuchu, to see where he grew up and his relatives.

The uncle pressed the door close button, and the elevator began to descend.

The aunt and the uncle began to discuss what dance tonight, Zhou Yuan still stood in front of Zhong Fuchu, with his head down, afraid that his red face would be discovered, but he didn't know that there was nothing to hide from his red ears.

He whispered, "Will I make trouble for you?"

"No." Zhong Fuchu answered succinctly.

After getting out of the elevator, Zhou Yu'an followed Zhong Fuchu into the car, and he became more and more nervous while sitting in the passenger seat.

Is Zhong Fuchu's grandfather seriously injured?Will I cause trouble instead?

Will you meet Zhong Fuchu's parents?Do you want to buy some fruit or health care products?

Why does Ye Lang and Zhong Fuchu have a common grandfather?

……

Many questions bothered him, so he could only ask tentatively: "Doctor Zhong, does your grandfather live near?"

"In the suburbs, Wan Zhong's home." Zhong Fuchu was driving at a fast speed, and the cool evening wind rustled into the car.

Evening bell home?Sounds like a nursing home.

He was wondering, when Zhong Fuchu said in a flat tone: "It's an orphanage, and Ye Lang and I grew up in it."

Zhou Yu'an suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He imagined many possibilities. For example, Zhong Fuchu's parents may be doctors, university professors, or civil servants... Their family must have strict family education and strict family style to raise such an excellent son as Zhong Fuchu.

But he never imagined that Zhong Fuchu would be an...orphan.

Is it the unfortunate death of the parents?Or was he cruelly abandoned by his parents?

But such an outstanding person, how blind his parents are to abandon him?

After being surprised, he felt a slight pain in his heart, and he whispered softly:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Zhong Fuchu turned his head and looked at him, with a smile in his eyes, and said:

"Why do you have to apologize? This has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Yu'an was still a little sad, he looked at the spacious road in the dark night in front of him, the street lights on both sides seemed to be passing backwards quickly, and the hustle and bustle of the city hadn't stopped.

Everyone has their own destiny, the orbits do not overlap, and there is no point in pity.

Later, he often thought of this night and the words Zhong Fuchu said.

This has nothing to do with you.

But does it really matter?

When Zhong Fuchu and Zhou Yu'an arrived at Wanzhong's home, a car had already parked outside, probably Ye Lang had arrived earlier.

Zhou Yu'an got out of the car and looked at the wooden door and courtyard wall in front of him. Under the dim light, the wooden door was a bit worn out, but the courtyard wall was full of fresh graffiti, colorful and childlike.

Outside the yard is a farmland surrounded by fences, where many small farm vegetables are planted, and the sound of long-lost frogs can also be heard.

The door was quickly opened, a little boy saw Zhong Fuchu excitedly shouted "Brother Fuchu", his eyes fell on Zhou Yu'an again, his eyeballs rolled around.

"Yan Qi, where is grandpa?" Zhong Fuchu asked.

"In the yard, brother Ye Lang is bandaging him." The child named Yan Qi brought the two of them inside.

Zhou Yu'an followed Zhong Fuchu, looking at the orphanage all the way.

A very simple courtyard, surrounded by three long rooms and a newly built three-story building. In the middle of the courtyard, there is an old locust tree and an ancient well, as well as stone tables, stone benches and swings entwined with ivy. But simple and elegant.

Zhong Muyuan was lying on the recliner under the locust tree, Ye Lang squatted beside him to fix his legs, and there were six or seven children around him, all of them looked at them when they heard the sound.

Zhong Fuchu walked quickly to Zhong Muyuan, called "Grandpa", and bent over to check the injury on his leg.But Ye Lang stopped, and looked at Zhou Yu'an, who followed Zhong Fuchu in, with complicated eyes.

Zhou Yu'an didn't notice, he greeted Ye Lang, Ye Lang nodded, and went to fix it again.

Then he quietly looked at Zhong Muyuan. This should be the grandfather of the garden director who raised Zhong Fuchu. He was closing his eyes at the moment, with a painful expression on his face, and he was holding the cattail fan tightly in his hand.

Zhou Yu'an hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and shouted politely: "Grandpa is good." He also bowed slightly.

Zhong Muyuan opened his eyes and looked at him, the old man actually trembled, the hand holding the cattail fan slowly stretched out towards him, calling him in an old hoarse voice:

"Yuanyuan, you're here."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, and looked at Zhong Fuchu. Zhong Fuchu knelt down and held Zhong Muyuan's hand, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, he's not Zhong Yuan, he's... a friend of mine named Zhou Yu'an."

Zhong Muyuan tried his best to open his eyes, stared at the bewildered Zhou Yu'an for a while, with a sad expression on his face, and sighed, "I'm so confused." Then he waved to Zhou Yu'an, "Little friend, come here."

Zhou Yu'an hadn't been called a kid for a long time, so he was a little embarrassed, but he still squatted down beside Zhong Muyuan, looked up at the old man obediently, and called grandpa again.

Zhong Muyuan looked at him for a while, a smile appeared on his old face, and he said kindly: "It's the first time I see Fuchu bringing friends back. It's so rare. He hasn't had any friends since he was a child."

Zhou Yu'an was a little happy when he heard that, but still smiled at the old man: "Dr. Zhong has many friends, and I'm just an ordinary one among them."

But I'm the one who likes him the most, he thought.

Zhong Fuchu took a look at Zhou Yu'an, and said to Ye Lang, "Have you got in touch with the hospital?"

Ye Lang nodded and said, "The ward has been arranged."

Afterwards, they sent Zhong Muyuan to Hannan Hospital, and Ye Lang quickly arranged for someone to take a film examination for Zhong Muyuan.

Zhou Yu'an followed him all the way to the hospital, and sat on a chair in the corridor waiting for Zhong Fuchu, who came over after a while and said to him: "You drive my car back first, I probably won't be able to go back tonight. "He said and gave him the car keys in his hand.

Zhou Yu'an suddenly remembered that the key to Zhong Fuchu's house was still with him, and he was very happy that Zhong Fuchu trusted his new neighbor so much, so he said: "It's okay, I'll wait for you here."

Zhong Fuchu was very persistent, pulled him up from the chair, and said without doubt: "There is no way to rest here, you go back first."

Zhou Yu'an had no choice but to take the car keys and return the keys to Zhong Fuchu's house.

"Then I'm leaving, Doctor Zhong, you should also rest well."

Zhong Fuchu raised his hand and rubbed his hair, saying, "You've worked hard tonight."

Zhou Yu'an froze for a moment, then laughed: "It's not as hard as you and Dr. Ye."

He was sent to the gate of the hospital by Zhong Fuchu, and after saying goodbye, he drove Zhong Fuchu's car back to his new home.