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On Friday night, a patient in the Department of Thoracic Surgery had a sudden illness. The hospital decided to perform an emergency surgery. It was already 11:30 p.m. when Zhong Fuchu got off the operating table. Yes, leaning his head against the wall, frowning deeply.

"Doctor Zhong, are you alright?" Zhao Xian looked at Zhong Fuchu worriedly. This man had already undergone three surgeries during the day, and he stood for several hours at night, even hard-nosed people couldn't bear it.

Zhong Fuchu opened his tired eyes and said, "I'm fine." He stood up slowly, and the nurse next to him came to help him take off the surgical gown and surgical cap.

"Take a good rest tomorrow." Zhao Xian patted Zhong Fuchu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I'll go back first, it's my wife's birthday today, I had planned to have a meal with her tonight, I guess she is now Already mad."

The little nurse next to him smiled and said, "Then you have to go back quickly, it will be meaningless after twelve o'clock soon."

Zhao Xian shook his head and sighed: "It's only about 20 minutes, there's still no time, but they are old couples, it's okay if there is one less, just go back and coax them." He said it was fine, but his actions were Very fast, and soon disappeared.

Zhong Fuchu rubbed the bridge of his nose, and did not go back immediately, but went to Zhong Muyuan's ward as usual.

The old man usually fell asleep early at this point, but when he went in, he found Zhong Muyuan looking at him energetically, obviously waiting for a long time.

"Fuchu, come here." Zhong Muyuan waved to him.

Zhong Fuchu walked to the hospital bed, frowned and said, "Why are you still up so late?"

Zhong Muyuan shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and said, "Fuchu, do you still remember today 20 years ago?"

Zhong Fuchu lowered his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he said in a deep voice, "I remember."

How could he not remember that 20 years ago, he was full of expectations, but he was pushed into the abyss with his own hands, cutting off all hopes.

Zhong Muyuan took a look at Zhong Fuchu's expression, and sighed: "In a few hours, it will be time for me to pick you up. I didn't expect that 20 years later, you have grown so big."

There were tears in the old man's sallow eyes, and he said: "Among all the children, you are the best, and you are the most worrying to me. I named many children, but I didn't choose your name well. My original intention was not to let you Carrying burdens, people live in the world, and they can relax a little bit, do you understand?"

Zhong Fuchu held Zhong Muyuan's old hand, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, don't worry about me."

Zhong Muyuan looked at Zhong Fuchu, with mixed feelings in his heart, this is the child he brought up, he was not treated well before meeting him, and he did not live a comfortable life after meeting him, he sacrificed a lot for him and this big family.

He didn't mention the past again, instead he asked with a smile, "Then when will you marry a wife?"

Zhong Fuchu was startled, but he didn't react for a while, and said helplessly: "Is this what you are worried about?"

"Of course, I don't worry about you and Ye Lang, and the man in his early years has not found anyone to marry, and no one's parents will worry." Zhong Muyuan looked stubborn. He had been worried about this matter for a long time, but I didn't expect Zhong Fuchu to give him a definite answer.

"Maybe I will find it tomorrow." Zhong Fuchu said suddenly.

Zhong Muyuan was stunned for a moment, then snorted, "Why are you as perfunctory as Ye Lang's kid? It's always tomorrow, but where is tomorrow?"

Zhong Fuchu didn't answer the words, he looked far away and thought of something.

After bidding farewell to Zhong Muyuan, Zhong Fuchu drove home in the middle of the night, and received text messages on his mobile phone at [-]:[-]. In addition to advertising information, there were also other family members in Wanzhong's home and colleagues in the hospital.

Ye Lang called directly and said that the gift had been placed in his office. Before hanging up, he said, "Fuchu, I'm very glad to have known you for 20 years."

He parked the car and looked at the text message while walking home. After entering the elevator, he received a text message automatically sent by the property.

"Mr. Zhong, I wish you a happy birthday, and may you receive the best birthday present today."

"Ding——" the elevator arrived, he turned off his phone and walked out of the elevator.

Looking up, there is a person squatting at the door of the house, with his hands on his knees, his head nodding, and he is dozing off. There is a cake box next to him.

The best birthday present ever.

He stood there without moving, until the elevator behind him automatically closed the door before recovering, and walked lightly towards the door.

There is a post-it note on the door, with two words written in a marker pen on it: Saturday.Underneath is a picture of a roasted pigeon with a knife stuck in it, a childish threat.

A smile appeared in Zhong Fuchu's eyes, he bent down, touched Zhou Yu'an's head, touched it again, and then called out: "Zhou Yu'an."

Zhou Yu'an woke up all of a sudden, raised his head suddenly, saw Zhong Fuchu looking at him and smiling, thought he was dreaming for a moment, was stunned for a moment, and was pulled up from the ground by Zhong Fuchu.

After squatting for a long time, his legs felt numb. Zhou Yuan moved his ankles on the spot. The numbness almost made him unsteady. Fortunately, Zhong Fuchu still held his arm.

"Doctor Zhong, happy birthday!" He shook his head, suddenly remembered his mission, picked up the cake on the ground, showed it to Zhong Fuchu, and smiled like a treasure: "This is the cake I made myself, For you."

Zhong Fuchu took it, the cake box was very delicate, tied with a light yellow ribbon, he heard Zhou Yuan excitedly say: "Eat the cake while it's hot, let's eat the cake together."

I don't know where the cake needs to be hot.

Zhong Fuchu looked at Zhou Yu'an's sleepy eyes and refused, "No, it's too late."

Zhou Yu'an glanced at the time, it was indeed past one o'clock, he said unwillingly: "Tomorrow is Saturday, you can sleep in, it's okay to stay up late."

Zhong Fuchu held the cake unmoved, and said: "Go back and rest early." His tone was a bit serious.

Zhou Yu'an lowered his head in displeasure, hummed, and moved towards the door of his house reluctantly, looking back at Zhong Fuchu every step of the way, almost glued his eyes to it.

When he got to the door and had to go in, he heard Zhong Fuchu say behind his back:

"Zhou Yu'an, thank you."

Zhou Yu'an turned around instantly, raised a big smile and said, "You're welcome!"

Zhong Fuchu returned home without taking a shower, and put the cake on the dining table.

The cake looked like it was made by Zhou Yu'an himself, and the crooked Pikachu was definitely not made by the baker.

Zhong Fuchu stared at it for a long time, took out his mobile phone and took a picture, then went to wash his hands, sat down and began to eat seriously.

There are thousands of pictures of the operation in the mobile phone album, and there are finally different colors in the large areas of blood-red lung tissue.

The next day Zhou Yu'an woke up early in the morning, and there is still the most important task today.

He and Zhong Fuchu made an appointment at [-] o'clock in the evening, at the square beside the river beach in Wenhua City. There was a church nearby, and the lights on both sides of the river were brightly lit at night, making it a good place for a date.

Even though there were still more than ten hours left, he had already started digging out the sofa nervously, and looked at the Pikachu doll costume brought back from the company on the sofa, and became even more nervous.

Finally, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, and he took a taxi to a cafe near the square to change clothes by himself.

"Sir, do you need help?" The waiter looked at Zhou Yu'an who was putting a doll costume on himself with strange eyes.

Zhou Yu'an finally put his body in, his head was still on the side, he couldn't bend down, and asked: "Thank you, can you help put my head on?"

"...Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter picked up Pikachu's big head on the ground and put it on Zhou Yu'an's head.

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, as if a black pot was covered.

Fortunately, there was a hole in the eye. He looked out through the hole. His field of vision was a little narrow, but it didn't affect his actions.

This Pikachu doll is very restored, which means that the head and thighs are short and the belly is round. He fell to the ground as soon as he took a step away, with his feet in the air.

Seeing this, the waiters ran over to help Zhou Yu'an up from the ground.

"Are you okay?" a waiter asked worriedly.

Zhou Yu'an shook his head, but he couldn't see it from outside, he could only hear his muffled voice: "It's okay, it's quite fun."

It's really all right, the doll is too thick, he doesn't feel it at all when he falls on the ground, and he can't wait to roll around on the spot a few times.

Zhou Yu'an was "supported" by the waiter all the way to the door, he bounced around gratefully, and said loudly: "Thank you, I'm leaving!"

The waiters huddled at the door, discussing in low voices: "How pitiful it is to wear doll costumes to hand out leaflets on such a hot day."

Zhou Yu'an staggered up the street leading to the square in the magnificent twilight.

Many people looked back at him on the road, especially the children passing by would always grab his tail.

Other things are fine, mainly because of the heat. Zhou Yu’an has never been so hot before. He felt that he could have a fountain on his head, so he couldn’t help complaining. .

When crossing the road, as soon as the green light came on, he started to walk hard, but his legs were too short, so he rushed to the middle of the zebra crossing on the spot, but the traffic police rushed over and carried him across the street.

He thanked the traffic policeman, and continued to walk towards the square. On the way, some idiot hit him hard on the head. He couldn't catch up with them, so he could only jump around angrily.

The square was close in front of him, so he speeded up and walked there, and suddenly saw many people around him dodging, and when he realized it, the sprinkler had already sped away along with the melodious music.

"Mom, did this Pikachu pee his pants?" asked the little girl passing by.

"..." Zhou Yu'an was so angry that he didn't have the energy to jump up.

After finally walking to the square, he glanced at the church clock, it was only seven o'clock, and he had to wait for an hour.

The mobile phone was in his trouser pocket, so he couldn't take it out to play, so he could only sit on the bench and wait for someone, but soon a group of brats ran over to play with him.

After he was played by the brat for a while, another couple came to take a photo with him.

Zhou Yu'an was forced to become the biggest mascot in Jiangtan Square, his two ears drooped, his tail limply dragged on the ground, and he was exhausted and spread out on the chair panting.

At eight o'clock, he waited for Zhong Fuchu at the door of the agreed church, but he didn't come over for a long time.

what happened?You won't really let him go, will you?

He looked around anxiously through Pikachu's eyes, but he never saw that figure.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour... Tension and anticipation all flew away with the white doves on the church, and the luminous kite pulled a long silver thread in the sky, and the noisy noise was heard silently. rise.

Among the people coming and going in the square, there is a round Pikachu, eye-catching and lonely, watching the church clock, watching the hour hand from eight to nine.

"Lolo, I love you!"

A man's shout suddenly came from beside him, Zhou Yu'an's heart skipped a beat, and then fell back heavily into his chest, like a moment when a roller coaster passed the peak, after a false alarm, only palpitations remained.

It couldn't be Zhong Fuchu's voice.

He turned around slowly and saw a boy holding a rose, kneeling and confessing his love to a girl loudly.

The candles are placed in the shape of a heart, and there is a stereo next to it, playing "Today You Will Marry Me".

real soil.

But still very envious.

Zhou Yu'an stood amidst the crowd of cheers and applause, perhaps because sweat flowed from his forehead into his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and light and shadow flickered.

"Could you please come and witness it?" The boy saw his eyes light up and walked over to him and said.

He wants to say that I am Pikachu, not Cupid, please don't look for me if you are showing affection.

But he still walked over obediently, the girl seemed to like Pikachu very much, she forgot about her boyfriend in excitement, opened her arms and hugged him tightly, rubbed him, and grabbed his ears and kissed him on the forehead relative.

The boyfriend said beside him: "If you like it, I will buy it."

God, is there any reason?

Zhou Yu'an closed his eyes, letting others insult him.

But at this moment, the grand excitement came to an abrupt end, and he heard a familiar voice say:

"Sorry, it's mine."