You are the sunny scenery in my heart

Gao Chong angrily asked me what was wrong, why I was so excited all of a sudden?

"Sorry, I am so sorry!"

"@#!$%^;**;^%$#@#$%^"

The foreigner babbled a lot, but I didn't hear a word. The anger just now turned into disappointment. Maybe I still hope that that person is really him!Even if he doesn't want to recognize me, I hope it's him.

Xin Jing ran out of the store and asked us what happened.

Gao Chong glanced at me, continued to apologize to the foreigner, and politely sent him to a further place.

"Xin Jing, I love him, I really love him."

Xin Jing looked at the foreigner who was going away, and immediately knew what happened just now, looked at me, and hesitated to speak.

But I cried for nothing, big tears, endlessly flowing out.Xin Jing hugged me, and I hugged her tightly. I was very scared in my heart, and suddenly I was very scared. I was afraid that Zhou Ran would never appear again, and I was afraid that I would only be able to face the unpredictability alone. life.

When Gao Chong came back, he didn’t get angry at me, but I knew he still cared. He also said that it was the photographer he hired after all the hard work. Hold the grudge, what kind of effect will our photos be adjusted to.

Gao Chong sat in a huff, because of Xin Jing's reason, he didn't get angry with me.I know that in his heart, I have never been a good person.A straight man, even if he accepts it with his mouth, he will definitely think that gays are sick in his heart, there is no doubt about it.So when they do something incomprehensible, they will be even more angry, and look at it with a mentality of "I said he was sick".

Looking secretly at Gao Chong, he is looking at me viciously, is he still the person I have been thinking about day and night?Did I ever really know him?

I asked Xin Jing to ask for the contact information of the foreign photographer. I felt that I had to explain the situation to him, otherwise, if our photos were really destroyed, Gao Shang would not eat me.

It was agreed to meet in a very quiet place, and the tall glass windows separated the inside from the outside, but such a layout was too abrupt for C City, which was about to enter winter.As if exposed to the cold wind, I feel cold unconsciously.

In fact, he can speak Chinese, but it just sounds lame.

"Do you like tea?"

It's rare that a foreigner likes to drink tea.

"I may not like it very much, but I don't hate it very much, but I thought you liked it!"

"Me? Why do you think I like it?"

"Because I saw you drinking milk tea that day."

"Milk tea and tea are two different things."

"I thought it was about the same."

Foreigners are so cute, maybe when translated into English, the two are really similar.

"I'm really sorry to talk about that day. In fact, I recognized you as another person. He was very important to me, but he left without saying a word. I was very anxious, so..."

Saying this, I felt down again.

"Actually, I guessed it too. That, you, right?"

I looked at him in surprise, how did he know?Just based on the few words I said, it can be concluded that I am?

"Actually, so do I. That is to say, you think of me as your boyfriend? Why, am I similar to him?"

I nodded in disbelief and said a few simple words, but the amount of information was too much, so I wasn't mentally prepared at all.

"It's pretty similar, but are you?"

"Oh, I forgot the formal self-introduction, my name is Lin Jiahao, an American."

"Sorry, I just wanted to say what character you are, that's..."

"According to your Chinese score, I'm probably 0.5." No wonder it doesn't look gay at all.

He picked up the cup in a dignified manner, smelled the aroma of the tea, slowly sipped his mouth, closed his eyes, as if he could really taste the price of this cup of tea.

In fact, apart from Zhou Ran and Lao Zhang, I don’t have many comrades. Maybe because of my too introverted personality, there is no one else in my social circle except Zhou Ran and Xin Jing. I also confidently think that I don’t need anyone else.

"Did you quarrel with him?" He raised his forehead slightly, looked at me, and asked tentatively.

"We have no fight to quarrel, we have already broken up."

Feeling faintly after hearing this sentence, Jiahao slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you don't plan to find another friend? The two of you are together so that you can take care of you."

I smiled and responded to him: "Thank you for your concern, but I really don't have that kind of thought now. It may be that the two just broke up, and I couldn't calm down for a while, and I can't tolerate other people for the time being."

"But sooner or later you will still talk about friends!"

"There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Let's talk about it when we really get there."

I originally apologized to him, but he politely paid the bill in advance.Well, at least I made a friend.

It was time for the follow-up visit. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my eyes were gradually able to feel the light. When I closed my right eye tightly, I could vaguely see the light. This is really a great thing for me.Some people say that the common problem of people is that they don't cherish when they have it, and regret it when they lose it.I really get it when I can't see in my left eye, and now, maybe it's coming back, maybe I'll be able to watch 3D movies again.

The doctor was as happy as I was. He congratulated me on my normal life in the future and suggested that I go for another brain examination to make sure that there is really nothing else, so that I can truly return to normal in the future.

Even lying under the large CT machine, the joy in my heart is beyond words.How many people can feel the feeling of being lost and found again?

Sitting in the corridor quietly waiting for the test results, the heart that hangs almost every day is finally settled.In the future, I will never feel inferior because of my blindness in the left eye. Thinking about it is something worth celebrating. I plan to go to Yue Xinjing and eat hot pot together when the test results come out. With lofty.

With thoughts, the wait becomes long.

In the long corridor, sometimes a stretcher passed by, and sometimes a moaning person was supported. Many people in this hospital were dying. They complained about every doctor and every nurse. Why not be more friendly? When facing a dying person.How do they know that for those people in white coats, this is just a job. If it is a job, some people will be lazy, some will complain, and some will be impatient. After all, it is just work.