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Zhou Yu'an sulked alone in the ward.

When the nurse came to make rounds, he also puffed up his face and remained silent.

"Who is this that made our Yu'an angry?" The nurse had a lot of contact with him, and he was familiar with the conversation and laughter.

"It's not your doctor Zhong."

The nurse poured him a glass of warm water, and joked, "Don't you like Dr. Zhong? Every day, Dr. Zhong is long, Dr. Zhong is short, when did Dr. Zhong come?"

Zhou Yu'an denied it categorically: "I don't like it anymore, he not only attacked me, but also confiscated my dinner." After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, looking very angry.

Just as the nurse was about to speak, she saw Zhong Fuchu walking in with a bag, staring at Zhou Yu'an inexplicably.

She glanced at the bag in Zhong Fuchu's hand, the logo was very familiar, so she left the ward with a smile.

Zhong Fuchu put the lunch box on the table of the hospital bed and said, "Who confiscated your dinner?"

Zhou Yu'an suddenly opened his eyes, Zhong Fuchu was looking down at him with a smile on his face.

The brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he tried to suppress it again. He raised his head and hummed: "What did you buy? I don't necessarily like it."

Zhong Fuchu took out the lunch boxes in the bag, opened them one by one, took out the chopsticks and handed them to him, saying, "Eat it if you don't like it."

Zhou Yuan looked at his hands holding chopsticks, and for some reason flashed in his mind the image of him holding a scalpel, and then used the scalpel to cut open his chest cavity...

"You can't eat with chopsticks." Seeing him in a daze for the first time, Zhong Fu rarely made a joke that wasn't funny.

Zhou Yu'an came back to his senses, and was about to take the chopsticks, but touched Zhong Fuchu's hand, that hand quickly retracted, Zhou Yu'an was stunned, looked at Zhong Fuchu, and found that the other party looked away.

Zhou Yu'an quickly took the chopsticks from Zhong Fuchu's hand again.

The lunch box is full of light dishes, and there is also a bowl of porridge that looks very healthy at first glance, with a few big red dates floating on it, as if mocking his Malatang.

"..."

Zhou Yu'an felt that his mouth might lose the taste after eating.

But it was specially bought by Zhong Fuchu for him, so it was different, and he ate it happily.

For some people, no matter what they eat, others will find it extra delicious.Zhong Fuchu sat down on a chair beside him, looked at Zhou Yu'an's eating, and suspected that the dinner he ate was not from his family.

After Zhou Yu'an put a layer on his stomach, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Zhong Fuchu who was sitting beside him.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Fuchu noticed his peeping and asked directly.

"Ah, what do you do after get off work?" Zhou Yu'an hurriedly changed the subject.

Zhong Fuchu paused for a while, seemed to be thinking, and said: "It's nothing, reading, exercising, and sleeping."

This is too boring, Zhou Yu'an thought, his life is much richer, he can do whatever he wants.

"Then what books do you like to read?" He tried to find some common topics.

"A professional book."

"……"Failed.

"Where do you exercise?" He can also apply for a fitness card.

"Home."

"..." It's gone.

Zhou Yu'an was a little discouraged, Zhong Fuchu's life was horribly monotonous, which made his exquisite heart hard to drill.

Suddenly he remembered what Song Dixin said about Zhong Fuchu's insomnia, so he asked, "What about sleeping? How is the quality of your sleep?"

Zhong Fuchu was startled, and told the truth: "It's not very good."

Zhou Yuan cheered up, and hurriedly said: "I sleep very well, I can fall asleep as soon as I lie down, and I can't wake up even if the thunder beats me, because I drink alcohol before going to bed.

Milk, really, you can try it. "

This is not an effective suggestion for patients with deep insomnia, but when Zhong Fu first saw his proud expression of offering treasures, he agreed without hesitation.

"What do you do on weekends? I usually go out to play with my friends on weekends, but I can't play now." Zhou Yu'an incarnated

Investigator, keep asking questions.

Zhong Fuchu glanced at the grains of rice on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but said, "Eat well."

"Oh, okay." Zhou Yu'an stopped and started to eat with his head buried.

However, not long after, Zhou Yuan asked again:

"Is that girl who got off work with you just now your girlfriend?" He carefully looked at Zhong Fuchu with his eyes,

The chopsticks were held in his hands without moving.

Zhong Fuchu said flatly: "College classmate."

Zhou Yu'an didn't quite agree, the way the woman looked at Zhong Fuchu and the tone of her voice didn't look like an ordinary classmate.

But he didn't dare to speak anymore, even though he had a lot of questions in his heart, it was Zhong Fuchu who asked him later:

"Why didn't you tell your parents about the surgery?"

Zhou Yu'an said: "My mother is too nervous about me. If she knew that I was sick, she would definitely lock me home." After finishing speaking, she sighed and continued,

"I had a serious illness when I was five years old. I heard from my parents that I almost couldn't be saved. I can't remember clearly what happened before that. After that, I also suffered from minor illnesses, so I was always under strict control."

Zhong Fuchu looked at his frowning face and said, "It's a good thing to have parents caring."

Zhou Yu'an didn't notice the difference in his tone, and asked jokingly, "You're so bored, did your parents control you too strictly when you were young?"

He imagined Zhong Fuchu when he was a child, he must obediently do his homework at home after school every day, and he was the first in the grade every time he took the exam. His parents must be extremely proud.

The corner of Zhong Fuchu's mouth twitched, his expression was gloomy, and he bypassed the topic: "When is your friend coming?"

Zhou Yu'an froze for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow."

At this time, his mobile phone buzzed and vibrated. When he picked it up, his face changed drastically. It was his mother.

"Lolo, I see why your wechat exercise steps are so low these days? Have you never gone out?"

Zhou Yu'an never expected to forget about this, his brain became hot, and he said in a hurry: "These days I have been living in the company, rushing to make a bunch of documents, so I didn't go out much."

Ming Yan was dubious: "Why are you so quiet over there? Do you still live in the company? Xu Xing is also true, his own company asks you to help so hard, how can the company sleep well and eat well?"

Zhou Yuan hurriedly took out a book from the side, turned the pages of the book to create the sound of flipping documents, and said: "The company environment is very good, there is a dedicated lounge, and the restaurant can also order delivery for meals. Don't worry, I don't work hard at all."

Mingyan was obviously still worried: "Where is Xu Xing? Let me talk to him, I want to tell him something."

Zhou Yu'an wanted to cry but had no tears: "Xu Xing has something to go out."

"Then let me talk to your colleagues."

Zhou Yuan was in a hurry, looked at Zhong Fuchu beside him, mouthed "Help me", and stuffed the phone into Zhong Fuchu's hand.

Zhong Fuchu hesitantly picked up the phone, a middle-aged woman's voice sounded over the phone, somewhat familiar, something flashed through his mind like an electric current, but he couldn't catch it.

"Are you Yu'an's colleague? I'm his mother."

Zhong Fuchu responded, "Hello."

"It's like this. Our family Yu'an's health is not very good. He is working alone in other places now, and he doesn't want me to come to accompany him. So, I hope you colleagues can take care of him at work, is that okay?"

Her voice carried a bit of arrogance that couldn't be concealed. It didn't seem like she was asking someone to take care of her son, but rather like an order.Zhong Fuchu did not interrupt, and finally said: "Okay."

Mingyan lowered her voice again and asked, "Does he have any female colleagues with whom he has a good relationship? Or have you seen him with other girls when commuting to and from get off work?"

Zhong Fuchu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "I'm not very clear about this."

Ming Yan seemed to sigh, and asked Zhong Fuchu to hand the phone back to Zhou Yu'an, and dragged Zhou Yu'an to talk for a while, and mentioned in the middle, "Your colleague is a bit too cold, does it have a bad relationship with you?" , before finally hanging up the phone.

Zhou Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, and embarrassedly said to Zhong Fuchu: "Thank you so much just now, you didn't let me wear clothes. My mother is like this, a little wordy, don't mind."

Zhong Fuchu didn't feel that he was of any help, and said: "It's okay, she also cares about you."

Zhou Yu'an smiled heartlessly, and said, "Actually, I really want to have an older brother, so the pressure won't be so great."

Zhong Fuchu glanced at him and looked out the window.

The lights outside the window are still bright, some people are in the vortex of doting, some people have nothing, life is so rushing, every second is non-stop.

Later, Zhong Fuchu often thought that if he knew who that woman was at that time, he would never have answered the phone.Or if he could have recognized the woman's voice at the time, nothing would have happened afterwards.

But the memory after 20 years, like the wind and phantom, has long been elusive, but it is dormant in his dream every night, tormenting him.

Zhou Yu'an ate slowly on purpose, just to let Zhong Fuchu spend more time with him, and the two of them occasionally talked a few words, and it was he who talked a lot and Zhong Fuchu who said less.

But there is always a time when the meal is finished, and people leave. In the end, Zhou Yuan asked Zhong Fuchu about his birthday, and Zhong Fuchu was silent for a while before saying, "July [-]th."

Zhou Yuan kept it in his heart, it was late June, not far from Zhong Fuchu's birthday.

Before Zhong Fuchu left, Zhou Yu'an said softly: "Doctor Zhong, see you tomorrow." It seemed like they would see each other every day.

"See you tomorrow." Zhong Fuchu replied, closed the door and turned to leave.

He drove back to the empty home, ran for an hour in the gym, took a shower, sat in the study and read a book, and went to bed on time at eleven o'clock.

Everything is the same as before, except for a text message received before bed.

"Doctor Zhong, remember to drink milk, it's really good, good night ^^"

Zhong Fuchu was stunned for a while, sitting on the bed and looking at the Pikachu doll beside him in a daze, finally got up to make a glass of milk, and drank it with a frown.

Song Dixin went to Wanzhong's home after work that day, and he wanted to learn more about Zhong Fuchu's past through the owner of Wanzhong's home, Zhong Muyuan.

Wanzhong Homeland is in a courtyard on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by some small vegetables, such as cucumber vines, tomatoes, peppers... it seems that the people in the garden have grown them themselves.

When he arrived, Zhong Muyuan was enjoying the cool on the recliner, his hair was all white, but he was full of energy, and his cloudy eyes revealed a broad-minded insight into the world.

There are a few children playing Go and reading books in the garden, which is natural and peaceful.

Song Dixin introduced his reason for coming, Zhong Muyuan took him into the room, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "Fuchu, I tried to enlighten him a long time ago, but it didn't work, he couldn't get out by himself. .”

He shook his cattail fan, recalling that early morning 20 years ago.

It was July, the hottest time of the year, and he was doing some business in Zenan City. Because a child in the garden suddenly fell ill, he drove back to Wenhua overnight.

There were not many cars on the expressway between the two cities in the early hours of the morning, and he was not driving fast when the sky was bright. Suddenly he saw a child walking slowly on the side of the road ahead, and it was already difficult for him to move forward.

He didn't care about anything else, he hurriedly parked the car on the emergency parking belt of the expressway, and went down to see the child.

It was a ragged boy, about ten years old, holding a shiny toy tightly in his hand, his face was covered with dust, only his eyes were still bright, clear and stubborn.

Without further ado, he took the boy into the car. Walking on the highway was too dangerous for him to sit idly by.The boy didn't resist, and soon fell asleep in the back seat after getting into the car.

After returning to Wenhua City, he found that the boy had passed out, with large and small wounds all over his body. The wounds were already inflamed and festered. He looked terrible, so he rushed him to the hospital.

The doctor saw the boy's injuries and called the police on the spot. Zhong Muyuan was almost misunderstood as a criminal, but the police failed to find the boy's family members. The child seemed to appear out of thin air.

When he was recuperating in the hospital, the boy never complained of pain, as if he was unconscious, and he was holding on tightly to the toy that could no longer shine, which was dirty.

He seemed to have seen that toy in Japanese cartoons that children often watch.

He asked him, "What's your name?"

But the boy never answered. He had no choice but to take him in and give him a new name.

He said to him: "Life is like a tree. Whether its branches are flourishing or its leaves are falling, its roots and its name are always there, and there is no way to discard it in this life. I hope you can face the past bravely." , Forget about the beginning, I will name you Fuchu."

As a result, the word became a prophecy, and Zhong Fuchu really never got rid of his original origin, entangled with each other, and dreamed back every night.

"I wouldn't have given him such a name if I knew the past was so bad for him."

Zhong Muyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He himself is a professor in the Department of Literature of Wenhua University. After resigning, he opened this orphanage. For those children who don't have names, he will rename them with his own surname, which mostly has meaning.

Song Dixin recalled the piles of Pikachu he saw at Zhong Fuchu's house, and finally had the answer in his heart. That light-emitting toy was the only light and support for Zhong Fuchu who was in a desperate situation at that time.

"Did he never talk about his past to you?" He really couldn't figure out how a ten-year-old child would walk on the highway covered in bruises.

Zhong Muyuan shook his head, and sighed, "He didn't even tell me his name, as if he jumped out of a rock, and no one in this world seemed to be looking for him. How could such a young child have such a heart, and he didn't cry at all?" Flow, don't say a word."

Zhong Fuchu, who just arrived at Wanzhong's home, is like a hedgehog, hiding in a corner without saying a word, no one dares to provoke him, his gloomy eyes will only let down his guard when he is facing Zhong Muyuan.

Zhong Muyuan took him to study, grow flowers, play chess, and taught him to play the guqin to cultivate his morality.

In addition, most of the children in the garden are simple and cute, especially Ye Lang and Zhong Yuan, who are similar in age, have been accompanying Zhong Fuchu all the time, so he gradually integrated into the group.

Song Dixin heard this and asked: "Where is the Zhong Yuan you mentioned?" Why didn't he hear Zhong Fuchu mention it?

Zhong Muyuan's dim eyes were stained with a bit of sadness, he sighed heavily, and then said: "When Zhong Yuan was 16 years old, he was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in his lung. We have been raising money for him to have an operation. The children, including Fu Chu, who was in the third year of high school at the time, would go out to work to earn money, and then the money was almost raised, but the operation was not successful, Zhong Yuan still left."

Song Dixin didn't expect such a story, so he hurriedly said something to comfort Zhong Muyuan.

"You said that Zhong Fuchu worked part-time to raise money for Zhong Yuan's medical treatment, but he was only then, and he was still studying, so what kind of money could he make?" Song Dixin couldn't help asking.

Zhong Muyuan stood up tremblingly, turned around and took out a photo from the cabinet, and handed it to Song Dixin to see.

The photo seems to be a concert. There are many audiences sitting under the stage. On the stage is a young man in a white robe. It seemed that he could hear the sound of Lingling piano pouring out from his hands.

"I'm not good at playing the piano, so I can only teach Fu Chu a little bit. Later, Lu Lingjiu, the president of the Guqin Association in the city, took Fu Chu as his apprentice, and often let him participate in performances, and occasionally invited him to perform at private banquets. I was lucky. If you do, you can make some money.”

Song Dixin thought it was a bit strange that a surgeon was actually a guqin player.

He finally asked: "Then do you still remember the day you took him in?"

"July [-]th, I always remember it very clearly."

That night, Zhou Yuan had a strange dream. The dream was in the garden of their villa. The morning breeze was breezy and sweet. He was sitting on a small swing with someone behind him pushing his back. He flew up and down again. Come, the cheers disturb the larks, and the shelves are full of roses.

I also dreamed of a boy in a white shirt, sitting under the flowers and playing the piano, but his gaze was instantly lost in the heavy rain. He was chasing after the piano player, running fast with an umbrella, as if never Can't catch up.

He woke up very late the next day, the window had already cleared up, and the sun poured in mercilessly.He glanced at the time, it was already nine o'clock, probably Zhong Fuchu had come and gone.

He couldn't help sighing, annoyed why he forgot to set the alarm clock.

"Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Li Huiting walked in and put the bag in her hand on the table.

Zhou Yu'an looked at the bag, sniffed, and a scent wafted out, and asked, "Is this for me?"

Li Huiting smiled and said, "Doctor Zhong brought you breakfast. You didn't wake up just now, so you kept it in the incubator."

The drooping leaves came alive instantly, and Zhou Yu'an's happy voice changed his tune: "Where is Dr. Zhong now? I want to go find him and thank him personally."

Li Huiting said, "If you run around, Dr. Zhong will be unhappy if he sees you."

Zhou Yu'an pleaded: "I'll walk slowly, I won't mess around, just tell me."

Li Huiting couldn't resist, so she gave in and said: "Eat breakfast first, Dr. Zhong didn't have surgery this morning, and he is probably at Grandpa Lu's place on bed 15 in the special security ward." After finishing speaking, she urged: "Don't say it's me. I told you."

Zhou Yu'an naturally agreed again and again, gobbled up breakfast, and asked the nurse for the location of the special protection ward with the drainage bottle by himself, and walked there.

Among the bustling traffic in the corridor, some people were coughing hysterically, and some people were sighing in unbearable pain. He carefully avoided the pedestrians and rubbed shoulders with them to separate.

The special security ward is not on the same floor as the general ward, and it is much quieter. It is probably specially prepared for leading cadres.Before he reached Room 15, he seemed to hear the faint sound of a piano.

He unconsciously slowed down his pace, walked to the door of the ward, the door was not closed, he stood sideways by the door and looked in.

A corner of the snow-white curtains was blown up by the wind. There was a man in clean white clothes with a banana leaf qin on his knees. Hands brushing and hooking on the strings, the sound of the piano is lingling.

The old man on the hospital bed is wearing a breathing mask, with cold tubes all over his body, and the sun cannot wash away the twilight on his body. Only the machine can still prove that his life is weak. Although he is living in such pain and embarrassment, his old hands tremble slightly It seems to be in sync with the rhythm of the piano sound.

This is an unusual corner in a hospital, where people are tortured and then redeemed and liberated.

The warmth and pain are all here, but they seem to be gradually brushed away by the melodious piano sound.

Zhou Yu'an didn't break into this painting, he was like a lone boat moored in the middle of the lake, he only felt that the sound of the piano was very close, but it seemed to be very far away, wading from the vastness, crossing the rice fields to him Lie down.

Remembering the beginning of the Waking of Insects, love takes root.

He remembered a man from 12 years ago.