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The instruction manual of the handmade bag is very detailed, and the tools are also very complete. The final result is a paper Pikachu that can dance.Zhou Yu'an was listening to the song while DIYing. He was doing it very seriously. He was so serious that he didn't even notice when Zhong Fuchu came in.

When Zhong Fu first saw him concentrating, he didn't make a sound to interrupt, but waited aside, watching him clumsily make the final finishing touches with a pair of hands that obviously played the piano since he was a child.

"It's done!" Zhou Yu'an pressed Pikachu's tail, and Pikachu jumped successfully.He looked up, only to find Zhong Fuchu standing beside him, staring at the toy in his hand.

Zhou Yu'an took off the earphones, embarrassedly said: "Why didn't you say anything when you came?"

Zhong Fuchu looked away from Pikachu, landed on him, and asked, "How do you feel now?"

"After adding medicine to the pain relief pump, it doesn't hurt as much as before."

Zhong Fuchu asked some other questions routinely, and was stopped by Zhou Yu'an when he was about to leave.

"Doctor Zhong, can you add a WeChat account?" Zhou Yu'an's eyes sparkled.

"I don't have WeChat." Zhong Fuchu's tone was cold.

The look in Zhou Yu'an's eyes faded in an instant, and he said regretfully, "That's it." He didn't believe that there are still young people who don't use WeChat. Zhong Fuchu just didn't want to have other contacts with him, which made him a little frustrated.

Zhong Fuchu glanced at the gloomy expression on his face, paused, and said, "The toy is well made."

Zhou Yu'an was startled, and then said complacently: "It must be, my elementary school handicraft class is No. Can you give it to Dr. Zhong?"

This is his usual trick of flattering and showing off. When he was young, he asked his parents for pocket money. He held it in his hands like this, smiling sweeter than flowers. Nine times out of ten, he would succeed. Today, he actually used it to give gifts. I was smiling, but I was nervous.

Zhong Fuchu looked at Pikachu in his hand, then at the smile on his face, stretched out his hand and gently picked up the petite paper toy, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The fireworks in Zhou Yu'an's heart were in full bloom, and he said generously: "It's a little thing, no thanks."

Zhong Fuchu instructed some precautions, turned around and left the ward, Zhou Yuan watched him leave, and hummed to himself:

"Wait for one hundred thousand volts to hit you!"

After Ye Lang got off work, he changed into his work clothes, and while sending a message to Zhong Fuchu, he walked out of the hospital. He looked down at his phone and didn't pay attention to the road. As a result, someone hit his right shoulder hard and dropped his phone on the ground. .

"Do you have eyes?"

When Ye Lang knelt down to pick up his phone, an angry male voice came from above his head. He got up and saw that it was a man with tattoos on his arms. His thick eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes were full of anger.

He said coldly, "Sorry, are you okay?"

Xu Xing looked at him, but was stunned, he knew this person.Three years ago, he got into a fight with someone and broke his leg bone. This person was his attending doctor, and he never expected to meet him again three years later.

But the person in front of him obviously didn't recognize him, he smiled and suppressed all his anger: "Be careful when you walk in the future, this doctor."

Ye Lang was not wearing a uniform, and was a little puzzled as to why he was recognized, but he didn't take it to heart, and left with a polite smile.

He walked to the entrance of the parking lot, and the security guard in the security room greeted him: "Doctor Ye, wait for Dr. Zhong to get off work?"

Ye Lang smiled politely, nodded and said, "I have something to do tonight." He turned around and saw Zhong Fuchu walking towards him, with something in his hand.

He stepped forward to take a look, and it turned out to be a paper Pikachu. He couldn't help laughing and said, "From a child?" Zhong Fuchu never accepted gifts or money from patients, except for some toy candies from sick children.

Zhong Fuchu took out the car keys and walked to his own car, and said, "No, a patient did it himself."

The two got into the car, Ye Ling glanced at the Pikachu pendant hanging on the roof of the car, and the Pikachu dolls in the back seat of the car, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Your eccentricity has been around for almost 20 years. If you let your colleagues know that you have a room full of Pikachu, don't be surprised."

Zhong Fuchu came to Wanzhong Homeland when he was ten years old. At that time, the conditions in the garden were difficult. The older children would go out to sell scraps and do odd jobs to make money. Zhong Fuchu would always buy some Pikachu toys when he was not working. The childish preference has continued to this day.

Zhong Fuchu gently put the Pikachu made by Zhou Yu'an into the groove of the water bottle, stretched out his hand and pinched the Pikachu pendant on the car, the soft texture made him relax after a day of tension, and said to Ye Lang: "It's nothing, I just like it, and I feel at ease looking at them.”

The two drove to the restaurant they had reserved before, and a person came in not long after arriving at the private room.

"I kept you waiting for a long time. I'm Song Dixin, a psychiatrist at Furen Psychological Counseling Center." The visitor was wearing a loose striped T-shirt and a pair of student-like black-rimmed glasses. Very easygoing.

Song Dixin is not tall, and when he shook hands with Zhong Fuchu, he had to look up to see him. He knew that this was his new patient, and smiled slightly:

"Mr. Zhong, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can get along like ordinary friends. Besides, we are all doctors. It's just that you treat the diseases of the body, and I cure the diseases of the heart."

Zhong Fuchu had a good first impression of the person in front of him, and said slowly: "Then please."

Seeing that Zhong Fuchu didn't dislike the psychiatrist, Ye Lang was relieved. His purpose today was to introduce Dr. Song to Zhong Fuchu.

During the meeting, Song Dixin talked a lot about his experience as a psychiatrist. He is kind and amiable, and has always been good at dealing with people. Shitou can talk to him.

But through observation during this dinner, Song Dixin secretly felt that this new patient might be a bit tricky.

He felt a heavy guard from Zhong Fuchu's body. This unconscious guard and alienation made him block his heart layer by layer, preventing outsiders from seeing and entering.

After dinner, Song Dixin left first, and Zhong Fuchu drove Ye Lang home.

The car was driving on the long bridge covered with lights, and there were many high-rise buildings along the riverside. The uniformly planned neon night lights were too neat, and there was a bit less hustle and bustle.

In Ye Lang's memory, there was still a sandy land more than ten years ago. Zhong Fuchu, Zhong Yuan and him were all in their early teens. They often picked up bottles by the river to sell. After picking up bottles, Zhong Fuchu would be alone. Sit on a reef and watch the river view under the setting sun.

He remembered that when Zhong Fuchu first came to Wanzhong's home, his whole body was covered with scars, and his sharp eyes were full of gloom that his peers did not have, as if he had come from the hatred of mountains and seas, and he always locked himself in the room and was bored not talking.

At that time, none of them dared to get close to Zhong Fuchu. Zhong Muyuan kept encouraging other children to communicate with Zhong Fuchu, but most of them were unwilling to go. Only Zhong Yuan, the most eccentric child in the garden, went there every day like a sparrow. Zhong Fuchu threw himself on him, chattering and asking questions, but in the end Zhong Fuchu really spoke, but the first sentence was "shut up".

Later, Zhong Fuchu gradually integrated into them, but he was still reticent and often woke up from nightmares at night.

At that time, the conditions in the garden were not good, and several children would sleep in one room. Ye Lang slept next to Zhong Fuchu. He was a light sleeper. Once in the middle of the night, he heard Zhong Fuchu calling "Mom" and seemed to be crying.The next day he found that Zhong Fuchu was in a particularly bad mood, and he never heard him talk in his sleep since then.

Most of the children in the orphanage have rough backgrounds, each with their own wounds and helplessness. They hug each other to keep warm and talk to each other.

But Zhong Fuchu kept secret about the past, even Zhong Yuan, whom he was most familiar with at the time, and Ye Lang, who had been together for 20 years, never talked about it.

Like a thorn, in the unknown corner of the heart, it has taken root for a long time, disturbing people's sleep.

Thinking of this, Ye Lang sighed, and said to Zhong Fuchu who was at the side: "Fuchu, I hope you can cooperate with Dr. Song well, and don't be bored with anything else."

Zhong Fuchu looked at him, saw his worried face, and said: "It's not a serious problem, you don't have to worry."

Over the years, he only had nightmares occasionally. Recently, it has become more frequent, but it has not affected much, but Ye Lang has always had this heart disease, and even hired a psychiatrist for him. He felt that it was a big deal.

After sending Ye Lang home, Zhong Fuchu drove towards his house. When he got off the car, he glanced at Pikachu in the groove, picked it up carefully, and gently put it in his palm.

The house had just been cleaned by housekeeping, and it was as clean as if no one had ever lived in it. He walked to the glass window in the bedroom, which was full of small gifts from hospitalized children.

In the middle of the window, there was a black and white photo of a smiling teenager with two small dimples at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were as bright as stars.A pile of colorful candies surround the photo, as if it was given to the person in the photo.

He put the Pikachu made by Zhou Yu'an in the lower frame of the photo, and there was a small bright yellow umbrella inside. The umbrella surface was faded but it was clean, but mottled rust had already appeared on the metal umbrella stand.

Then he took a shower, and after reading professional books in the study for an hour, he went to bed on time at eleven o'clock. On the other side of the bed lay a huge Pikachu, like a beast that guards sleep in the dark.

But he didn't sleep peacefully that night. He finally fell asleep at one o'clock, and woke up again at three o'clock. His back was covered with cold sweat. He had to sit up and turn on the small bedside lamp, his brows furrowed for a while. , got out of bed and took a shower again.

I fell asleep again, but dreamed of a summer afternoon 12 years ago.

On the street where the rain was pouring, and the piano case was soaked, a boy with a yellow umbrella was chasing after him, standing on tiptoes and raising his hands high, holding the umbrella above his head, his clear smile fell into his dimples, jumping like rain The whirlpool into the river.

Since then, I have not been awakened again, as if being ironed by a south wind.

And after Song Dixin left the restaurant that night, he rode a shared bicycle to a barbecue stall, ordered a table in a grand manner, and ordered two bottles of beer.

He picked up his mobile phone to browse Moments, swipe to a certain item, and wrote: "I feel that this life is not compatible with Wenhua City." Seeing that this is not Zhou Yu'an, he made a call.

"Yu'an, when did you come to Wenhua City, and you didn't tell me? Do you still think of me as a brother?" He is Zhou Yu'an's university senior, and the two had a close relationship in the United States back then.

Zhou Yu'an seemed to be eating too, and said vaguely: "Brother Xiaoxin is not a brother, who is a brother? I have not been in Wenhua City for a long time, but I ended up in the hospital. Don't you worry about it?" Then he tried his best to exaggerate the description The tragic experience made those who heard it cry and those who heard it were sad.

Song Dixin knew how much this kid was afraid of pain, so he smiled and said: "It's too miserable, it's unbelievable, I'll come and see you tomorrow, and heal your injured little heart."

Zhou Yu'an was eating supper at this time, and the scent wafting out attracted every passing patient and nurse to take a look inside, and after receiving Song Dixin's promise to bring food for his visit, he hung up the phone contentedly.

Just after Zhong Fuchu left for the afternoon rounds today, he used all the search functions to dig up Zhong Fuchu all over the Internet. As a result, he found only a handful of information. He only knew that Zhong Fuchu had studied at Wenhua University. The university's medical department won the national award every year, and other social connections were not dug up at all.

Is this a mountain savage?Zhou Yu'an couldn't understand.

At seven o'clock the next day, he struggled to wake up with the sound of the alarm clock, took the drainage bottle to the bathroom to wash his face, and carefully pressed down his messy hair with water.

So when Zhong Fuchu came in for rounds after eight o'clock, Zhou Yu'an's hair was in order, his face was fresh, and he had a perfect smile. If he hadn't been sitting on the hospital bed, he would have been the number one welcome guy at the entrance of the hotel.

"Good morning, Doctor Zhong!"

When Zhong Fuchu first saw his energetic smile, his cold expression softened unconsciously, and he nodded slightly as a greeting.

"how do you feel today?"

It was this sentence again, Zhou Yu'an complained secretly, but he fell back, stroked his chest and said weakly: "It seems to hurt more than yesterday, I can't breathe."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at the instrument data on the side, and said unmoved: "I will have an operation tomorrow, remember not to eat tonight, and don't drink water after twelve o'clock."

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, so fast?He couldn't help but grabbed Zhong Fuchu's sleeve, and said with a bitter face: "Can't we postpone it for another day?"

Zhong Fuchu glanced at his hand, did not break free, saw Zhou Yu'an's panicked face, and said slowly: "Sooner or later, I have to do it sooner or later, wouldn't I be able to leave the hospital faster?"

Zhou Yu said at ease that I want to stay with you for a few more days, not because I am afraid of surgery. He was just about to continue pestering Zhong Fuchu to talk, when he saw the door of the ward open, and Song Dixin was standing at the door dumbfounded with a big bag in his hand. watch them.