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After arriving home, Zhou Yu'an was so tired that he just wanted to sleep, so he hurriedly took a shower and slept until after nine o'clock in the morning the next day.

After waking up, he took out his mobile phone to look, and was swiped by Xu Xing's WeChat messages. He rubbed his eyes and opened it. It turned out that it was all Zhong Fuchu's "information", and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

All the files from junior high school to university, and even the rankings of every monthly exam are clear. Zhou Yu'an has to admire Xu Xing's speed, and what is even more admirable is Zhong Fuchu's grades, which have always been ranked at the top.

He didn't know much about the situation of the domestic college entrance examination, so he went to Baidu to check Zhong Fuchu's college entrance examination score line, and found that his college entrance examination score could easily enter the best school in China, but in the end he went to Wenhua University.

Perhaps it was to stay and take care of the family members in Wanzhong's home.

However, in these files, which can be seen as a top student, he actually saw another piece of Ruize High School's decision on Zhong Fuchu's punishment. Looking at the time, it was in the second year of high school, when Zhong Fuchu was punished for fighting with students outside the school .

He thought of that afternoon at Wu Haoyu's house, when Zhong Fuchu restrained all malicious laughter and sarcasm, what kind of things made him unable to control himself?

But he felt that even if Zhong Fuchu fought, he would definitely be the one who won.

After reading the school archives, the back is the information of Wanzhong's home, including the founder Zhong Muyuan and some orphans. He saw the photos of Zhong Fuchu when he was young at a glance.

In the photo, he is only in his early ten years old, his facial features have not changed much, but his demeanor and temperament are very different from now, he feels that his whole body is covered with thorns, his eyes staring at the camera are very gloomy, and even a little fierce, not like a child at all Naive and childish.

It's a bit like Zhong Fuchu from the day of the medical trouble, which makes people feel fearful.

Just as he was thinking, Xu Xing called, and as soon as he connected, he said: "Have you read the information I gave you? This Zhong Fuchu was not easy to mess with when he was young. I have a friend who used to be from Ruize High School. Listen Said that he often got into fights with outsiders in junior high and high school."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, and asked, "Why did you fight with people outside the school?"

He knew that the people in Ruize High School were embarrassing Zhong Fuchu, but what could he have to do with students outside the school?

Xu Xing paused, then said: "I heard it was because of his younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage. It is too common for orphans to be bullied, and the school generally doesn't care about it. Their orphanage is broken and small. Just an old man Can't protect them."

After hearing this, Zhou Yu'an became inexplicably sad.

He could protect his younger siblings, but who could protect him at that time?

In a powerful school like Ruize High School, the bullying may be even more serious.

"Lolo, are you going to the hospital to have the stitches removed on Thursday?" Xu Xing asked suddenly.

Zhou Yu'an came back to his senses, Xu Xing called him by his nickname, usually because he was guilty or asked for something from him, he squinted his eyes and said: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I'll drive you there on Thursday. It's my fault that you were sick and had surgery. I really feel bad if I don't compensate you."

What Xu Xing said was very sincere, but Zhou Yu'an always felt that he had some shady conspiracy.

"Okay, I'll let you be my exclusive driver for a day." Zhou Yu'an finally agreed.

Afterwards, he went out to buy some daily necessities. In a home store, he saw a Pikachu desk lamp with a tail that would shake slowly when turned on. He thought it would be a good gift for his new neighbors, so he bought it.

After returning home, looking at the still messy house, he decided to spend a day tidying up the new house, and then formally invited Zhong Fuchu over to celebrate his "housewarming".

However, after half an hour, he got tired and fell down, so he simply hired a part-time worker on a housekeeping platform.

The part-time worker arrived an hour later. She was an old lady who looked like she was in her 50s. She was somewhat stooped, her face was covered with brown spots, and she was holding cleaning tools in her rough and thin hands. She greeted her kindly with a smile.

Looking at her half-white hair and wrinkled face, Zhou Yu'an felt a little uneasy in his conscience, and hurriedly welcomed her in politely, planning to give more tips in the future.

"Auntie, just help clean this room. You don't need to collect anything else, and the things in this box don't need to be moved. I'll pour you a glass of water."

The part-time worker nodded in agreement, and said, "You don't have to be so polite, my surname is Zhang, if you don't mind, you can call me Aunt Zhang."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Aunt Zhang." Zhou Yu'an still went to pour her a glass of water. It was a bit unbearable to have to work part-time at such an age in the hot weather.

Although Aunt Zhang looked very old, she worked very quickly. Zhou Yu'an occasionally helped out, but she stopped her.

"Don't worry about me, just sit on the sofa."

"Oh, okay." Zhou Yu'an had no choice but to sit down.

He turned on his phone and looked through the information Xu Xing had given him again, staring at Zhong Fuchu's childhood photo in a daze. At this moment, there was a sudden bang in his bedroom, and he hurriedly got up and walked over.

Aunt Zhang knocked down the standing desk lamp in the bedroom while cleaning, saw him come in and said in a panic: "Sorry, I didn't notice this lamp."

"It's okay, it's okay, this lamp is quite redundant." Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief seeing that everyone was fine, walked over and put the phone on the bedside table beside him, bent down to help the lamp up.

Aunt Zhang kept apologizing, Zhou Yuan was most afraid of this kind of situation, always had the feeling that she was deliberately making things difficult for others, and said "it's okay" several times, and quickly got up and walked out.

"Hey, you haven't got your phone yet." Aunt Zhang called to stop him.

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly turned around. Aunt Zhang picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. When she was about to hand it to him, her eyes glanced at the screen of the mobile phone unintentionally, but her body froze immediately. She stared at the mobile phone tightly, and her whole face changed. The rough hands trembled slightly.

Zhou Yu'an frowned, he didn't like his mobile phone being snooped on, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Aunt Zhang regain her senses in a panic, and hurriedly handed the phone to him, hesitated for a while, and said, "I'm really sorry, I saw that the person in the photo on your phone looks a bit like the kid from the next door. So I got a little excited, sorry."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned for a moment, remembering Zhong Fuchu's status as an orphan, he hurriedly approached and asked, "Then take a look, is it the child from your neighbor's house?" He handed the phone to Aunt Zhang, thinking that if he could help It is also good that Zhong Fuchu found information about his family.

Aunt Zhang looked at it for a while, but her eyes became more and more red. She reached out and pressed the corners of her eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Do you know this child?"

Zhou Yu'an was a little surprised by her reaction, and couldn't help becoming vigilant, and only said: "He is a friend of mine."

Aunt Zhang asked again: "Then how is he doing now?" Her voice was trembling, as if she was eager to find an answer.

Zhou Yu'an became more and more strange, so he didn't answer, but asked: "What's the situation with the child next door?"

Aunt Zhang hesitated for a while before saying: "He... was lost when he was a child, and he was never found." After she finished speaking, she stared at Zhou Yu'an again, her eyes filled with earnest pleading, and she asked again in a trembling voice: "Can you tell me , is this child doing well?"

Zhou Yu'an was surprised by the sorrow in her eyes, he froze for a moment, nodded and said: "He is very good now, he is a very good person."

Aunt Zhang took a heavy breath, as if she was relieved from some burden, she stroked her chest and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong, sorry, this is not that child."

Suspicions abounded in Zhou Yu'an's heart, and he asked again: "Are you sure? Would you like to leave me a contact information?" He suspected that Aunt Zhang was so excited that there must be something hidden.

Aunt Zhang agreed, and the two exchanged mobile phone numbers. She also said, "You must not tell your friends about this."

Zhou Yu'an naturally wouldn't say it, why bother to talk about uncertain things to make people happy.

Aunt Zhang started cleaning again, Zhou Yuan felt a little confused for some reason, he simply started to pack the box, which was full of his own little things, and there was even a photo of his birthday when he was a child, with his parents and some hair Small, it is estimated that Xu Xing took it to him to laugh at the exaggerated princely outfit in his photo.

In the middle of tidying up, Xu Xing called again, and he went to the study to answer the phone.

He didn't see that when Aunt Zhang was tidying up the living room, she collapsed to the ground after discovering the group photo.

Xu Xing asked him to go out for a drink at night, but he refused on the grounds that "Doctor Zhong does not allow it". He hung up the phone after talking with Xu Xing for more than ten minutes, and when he returned to the living room, he found that Aunt Zhang had put away all the cleaning tools and was standing At the door, ask him:

"Look, is there anything else that needs to be cleaned?"

The way she looked at him was very complicated, it was hard to describe what kind of emotion it was, Zhou Yu'an felt that this woman might kneel in front of him in the next second.

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, guessing that the lost child she mentioned next door might be her own son, presumably also a poor mother, he picked up his wallet, took out a stack of banknotes, and said softly:

"Don't look at it, it must be no problem, you have worked hard, this is your salary today."

Aunt Zhang backed away, with a panicked expression: "You don't need to give me money, this is what I should do, I... I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first." After speaking, she carried the toolbox and walked out the door.

Zhou Yu'an hurriedly chased after her, but Aunt Zhang refused very simply, and she didn't succeed in the end.

What a strange person, he shook his head, and decided to marry Aunt Zhang next time he asked her to clean up.

Back in the living room, the silly group photo was still on the coffee table, he thought about it, and put it back in the box.

It's better not to let Zhong Fuchu see this kind of black history.

The new home has been tidied up, Zhou Yuan excitedly sent a text message to Zhong Fuchu:

"Doctor Zhong, are you free tonight? I want to treat you to dinner at my house next door to yours."

Zhong Fuchu didn't come back, maybe something happened in the hospital.

He ran back and forth in the room nervously, looking at his phone every time he walked around.

Every time the phone was turned on, he would sprint over it, sighing when he saw it was an advertisement.

After sighing No.12, he finally received a text message from Zhong Fuchu, only four words:

"Working overtime at night"

He suddenly slumped on the sofa listlessly, and deeply criticized the industry status quo of medical staff working overtime indiscriminately.

He ordered takeaway by himself, and ate while watching the football game in the living room. The door of the house was wide open by him, and he wanted to wait and see when Zhong Fuchu would come back, and then give him a gift.

Zhong Fuchu said goodbye to Zhong Muyuan's ward, and when he walked to the parking lot, he remembered that his car was driven back by Zhou Yu'an last night.

He turned around and walked out, intending to take a taxi back, but happened to bump into Ye Lang who came to pick up the car.

"Fuchu, where's your car?" Ye Lang asked.

Zhong Fuchu paused, and said, "I lent it to a friend."

Ye Lang was stunned, recalling what happened last night, he suddenly understood, he lowered his eyelashes, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I'll take you back, anyway, I'm fine tonight."

Zhong Fuchu didn't shirk it, they had known each other for 20 years and grew up together, they rarely even said thank you to each other.

The two got into the car, and Ye Lang drove the car out of the parking lot. He was a little annoyed, but he didn't show it on his face. He turned on the car radio, and he didn't know which station was playing.

"Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together, and the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating. I quietly asked the holy monk whether my daughter is beautiful..."

Ye Lang was about to change the station, but he heard Zhong Fuchu chuckle, he wondered if it was an illusion, turned his head to look over, and saw Zhong Fuchu's expression stretched, only a little residual smile.

"What's so funny?" Ye Lang rarely saw such a relaxed side of Zhong Fuchu, so he couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I just thought of someone." Zhong Fuchu said slowly.

Ye Lang didn't change the channel, and drove silently amidst the inexplicable nostalgic songs.

Some people have lived together since they were young and see each other every day, but one day, you suddenly find that he is happy about something you don't know, and someone you don't know walks into the house, gradually, farther and farther away.

Zhong Fuchu got out of the car, bid farewell to Ye Lang, and walked home. Before he reached his door, he found that the door next door was wide open, and there was a loud TV sound coming from inside.

He frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and walked in.

Zhou Yu'an was lying on the sofa sleeping soundly, holding a Pikachu desk lamp in his hand, the remote control fell to the ground, only one slipper was on his feet, and the other flew to nowhere.

The takeaway boxes on the coffee table hadn't been cleared away, and the football game was being replayed on TV. A goal happened to be scored at this moment, and the commentator's voice was so excited that he couldn't wake him up.

Zhong Fuchu bent down to take the lamp from his arms, but Zhou Yuan snorted, but hugged him even tighter.

"Zhou Yu'an." Zhong Fuchu said in a low voice.

The voice was so soft that it seemed that it was not waking up a sleeping person, but talking to myself.

He sat down beside the sofa, stared at Zhou Yu'an's face for a while, stretched out his hand and squeezed it.

"Will you be here forever?"

"Ok?"