Cloudy but no rain

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the doctors in the duty room changed their uniforms one after another, wrapped them in padded jackets, and rushed off work. Only Ji Zhifei hadn't left yet, and he didn't plan to leave. He called him ten minutes ago. A cup of coffee for takeaway.

"Still leaving, Doctor Ji?" The shift nurse came in, saw that he was still there, and asked casually, "I remember you weren't on duty today?"

"I asked for a few days off, and I have to hand over the matter today." Ji Zhifei replied without emotion, without raising his head, and never leaving the computer, "You are busy with your work, I will not bother you."

The nurse said "Oh", and when she turned around to leave, she saw a woman in long black down jacket walking towards the duty room. She immediately turned around 180 degrees, as if seeing a plague god.

Almost everyone in the surgical clinic knew that woman, Song Jiaomei, because rumors about her and Ji Zhifei had been flying all over the sky for an unknown period of time, from the time she was hospitalized to when she was discharged from the hospital, until now, the rumors still persisted. Will speak a few words about them.

The young nurse leaned against the door frame and winked at Ji Zhifei, and said in a mysterious and low voice, "Doctor doctor, that, Song Jiaomei, she is on the porch, she should be waiting for you."

Only then did Ji Zhifei move his body, raised his eyes and glanced at the nurse, who blinked and said, "I'm going to see Dr. Zhang first, you can talk to you."

Dr. Zhang is on the night shift tonight.

"Uh, let's go." Ji Zhifei pinched the bridge of his nose, saved the document he was editing, and Song Jiaomei came in.

"Is it better?" Ji Zhifei asked like a routine.

Song Jiaomei laughed helplessly: "After giving up the treatment, many things are not so complicated. I don't need chemotherapy, radiotherapy, etc. It's much more comfortable."

Ji Zhifei was silent for a moment, observed her, and knew that Song Jiaomei was lying.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that she is much older. For a woman in her 30s, the macula on her face and the white spots on her hairline make her look 50 or [-] years old.

Sometimes he feels that his feelings for Song Jiaomei are like those for a teacher. To a certain extent, Song Jiaomei has taught him many things. This kind of feeling is not love, let alone liking, but it may be higher than The relationship between ordinary men and women, so Ji Zhifei didn't know how to deal with their delicate relationship.

Song Jiaomei spoke again: "Did you forget that I invited you to dinner tonight?"

"No, I remember I sent you a text message." He took out his phone and showed Song Jiaomei a look at the message.

"My mobile phone number has been canceled." She said lightly, propping her head with her left hand, she kept looking at Ji Zhifei, her hair was sparsely hanging on her shoulders, and Ji Zhifei also noticed that it was a wig.

He planned to repeat the content of the text message, so he said: "I have to work overtime tonight to hand over the hospital affairs, and I will ask for leave next week. I will go to my friend to help him take care of his mother, his mother..."

In the middle of the conversation, Song Jiaomei interrupted him: "He is a very important friend."

She always speaks without hostility, and is gentle and gentle. Ji Zhifei can hear the loss from inside, the calmer the more lost, like the loss of snow falling from the sky.

He is also very familiar with this kind of loss, his loss to Su Fengmian is the same as Song Jiaomei's loss to herself.

So he didn't go on.

"You didn't ask for leave before. I didn't look for you any day. You weren't in the hospital." She said with a smile, and she didn't look too haggard when she smiled. "Look, I'll catch one right today."

Ji Zhifei didn't speak, and stared down at his watch, watching the second hand go by.

"I've thought about a lot of things during this time. By the way, I even made a will. Do you know that there are a lot of troubles in making a will..." Song Jiaomei said to herself, but Ji Zhifei still didn't say anything. Words, talking about irrelevant things for a long time, she was a little tired, and she couldn't force the topic alone.

After a moment of silence, Song Jiaomei sighed softly: "Is she pretty?"

Ji Zhifei thought that Song Jiaomei might have misunderstood that it was a girl.

"It's average." He kind of looked up at her, and saw Song Jiao's brows and eyes were red.

Her own eye sockets were slightly sunken due to poor sleep, and her eyes were also a little black and blue. Now her eyes are red again, and she looks very haggard. She also knows that this sick look is not suitable for crying. A little girl is crying. So pitiful, she was a pretty old woman crying by herself.

So she held back as much as she could, and remained silent for half a minute, but instead of holding back her tears, she let them fall down and dripped on the hands that supported her face.

She said, "Ji Zhifei, I think I might die."

"..." Ji Zhifei remained silent, the second hand had turned several times, and he didn't know what to say.

"I should come to you for the last time." She spoke in a low voice, so that she could ensure that her voice would not shake too much, "Can you, can you hug me for the last time..."

Ji Zhifei didn't think this was an excessive request.

Moreover, he also really wanted to hug her again. For so long, in the past few years, Song Jiaomei was the only one who had been honest with herself and paid for her. It had nothing to do with love or not. He just felt very distressed and I want to cherish - if they had never been a couple, if Song Jiaomei had no extra feelings for her, Ji Zhifei would not have been avoiding her all the time.

"it is good."

"It's finally here, it's blocked." Chen Bochen parked the car on the R1 parking lot of the airport, and drove next to Su Fengmian's car, "This is your car, I parked next to it. Your driver made a lot of money for nothing. ...Oh no, his little bicycle broke down, maybe he lost money."

"Well, it's unlucky."

"Isn't it? I've been unlucky every day since I was an adult." Chen Baichen lit a cigarette and rolled down the car window to make the smell of smoke less heavy in the car. "Okay, I'll take you here."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to a drink another day." After getting off the car, Su Fengmian waved to Chen Bochen, "Be careful on the way back, Su Luoqi is begging you."

"Farewell to drinking, you're too hurt to drink." Chen Bochen said, "Don't worry, I'll watch Su Luoqi."

After speaking, he turned the car around and drove away.

It is more than six o'clock now, and the sky is almost dark. The air at the airport is always much better than that in the urban area, so in this foggy city, you can also see the rare purple sunset glow in the sky. When passing through the sunset, it seems to be watching a movie, and the whole atmosphere is ambiguous.

Su Fengmian dragged two big boxes, both boxes were full of clothes - he knew that he hadn't returned to his hometown for so many years, and he probably wouldn't wear the clothes at home again, so he had to bring more when he went back this time, and he didn't know how to wait How long, anyway, if his mother is not well, he probably won't come back to work.

He glanced at his cell phone. Ye Fuyi sent him a text message two hours ago. He said he would wait until 06:30, and it was exactly 06:30. Su Fengmian took the After sending the luggage, he rushed to Ye Fuyi's security checkpoint.

It was already seven o'clock when Naihe arrived, and it took too long to collect the tickets and send the luggage. There was only an old couple sitting in front of the security checkpoint. Sitting next to this strange old couple was a young man who looked familiar. people.

Su Fengmian looked at the security checkpoint for a while, and he couldn't help but take another look at this somewhat familiar young man. The moment the young man raised his head, Su Fengmian could tell who he was just from his eyebrows and eyes.

He is Ye Fuyi's son, Su Fengmian met him at the restaurant, he looks a lot like Ye Fuyi, seeing him, Su Fengmian just wanted to leave immediately, but Ye Qihang stopped him: "Wait!"

"Is your name Su..." Ye Qihang stood up and walked to Su Fengmian.

"Yes."

Ye Qihang said angrily: "What are you doing here, you are not here to find my father, are you?"

Su Fengmian only thought a few minutes ago that his son would not show good looks, so he was not too surprised by the arrogant look of the other party.

"No, I just went through the wrong security checkpoint."

"When the mistress came to the airport, don't explain uncle, you can't cover up the fact that you are the third party." Ye Qihang sneered.He has never been so domineering towards his parents in normal times, and he doesn't know where he got the courage to confront Su Fengmian face to face.

Although in Su Fengmian's view, Ye Qihang is just a child in the rebellious period of youth, he doesn't want to argue with a child.

But what he said made Su Fengmian's heart tense, unable to refute, so Su Fengmian chose to remain silent.

"My dad has already gone through the security check. Did he tell you that he will wait for you until 06:30? He and my mom said the same thing." Ye Qihang took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, tore open the package, and stuffed it into his mouth Chewing and talking.

"Oh, I have to catch a plane, so let's go first." Su Fengmian really wanted to slap himself in the face. He had clearly broken off the relationship, but he still really came to see Ye Fuyi. He didn't know what he was expecting.

"It's like a bitch erecting a memorial archway." Ye Qihang rolled his eyes.

You can say anything, but Su Fengmian couldn't bear these words, he glanced at Ye Qihang: "Don't be too dirty."

"Do you have the right to criticize me? Who is dirtier?" Ye Qihang said, "You are the mistress, you are a disgusting homosexual, you are as disgusting as my father, I don't even know what my mother thinks."

If it wasn't for the injury in his arm, Su Fengmian couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't do anything at the security checkpoint, where the staff is heavily guarded.

Even though it was more hands-on, the light "You are the mistress" made his heart feel as if he had been tattooed with bloody shame by a tattoo device.

Ever since he knew that Ye Fu Yi had a family, the Yellow River Gap that he couldn't cross had been lying in front of him, and if he took half a step forward, he would be named mistress. This was obviously what he didn't want, but he always Unable to give up and leave, I have always had remnants of Ye Fuyi.

At this moment, Su Fengmian just wants to slap himself awake, and a few more slaps are fine, as long as he doesn't do such a stupid thing like actually coming to the airport to see Ye Fuyi off.

"Are you dumb? Then get out, do you think my dad really likes you? If he has you as a lover, he will have a second, understand?" Ye Qihang said, "Do you think my dad and my mom divorced because of you? ? They will leave without you, you are not worth mentioning..."

In the middle of Ye Qihang's words, Su Fengmian turned and walked away without turning his head. Every step he took was stepping on the edge of a knife. The eyes of passers-by were like sharp swords, pointing at his throat to judge him, judge him, a fool .

Even children understand the truth, why can I deceive myself and others for so long, and have been trapped in a sense of guilt towards Ye Fuyi.

"Old Ji, do you want to go for supper later..." Li Jinxiu pushed open the door of Ji Zhifei's duty room, was stunned, saw Ji Zhifei hugging a woman, and apologized embarrassingly, " I didn't see anything, I just walked away..."

"No..." Ji Zhifei let go of Song Jiao's eyebrows, wanted to explain but felt that there was no need, and let Li Jinxiu let his imagination run wild.

"I'm leaving." Song Jiaomei smiled forcedly, and helped the wig that was a little shifted due to the hug, "It's fake, haha."

"I know, it's pretty. I'll see it off for you." Ji Zhifei said, "It's not safe for you, a girl, to walk alone at night."

"Don't you have to work overtime?"

"I'll just come back later." Ji Zhifei said, the phone rang, and the phone was on the table, but he didn't pick it up.

Song Jiaomei glanced at the phone, but still refused: "No need, I'm afraid that if we go in and out together, the little nurse in front will say you again."

"I'm going to die, so I can't bring you back trouble, right?" Song Jiaomei's smile was not so bitter, but much brighter. When the call came in for the second time, she pointed to the table phone, "Answer the call."

Ji Zhifei picked up the phone and hung up the phone directly. When he hung up, he felt a little uncomfortable because the person calling was Su Fengmian.

But in this situation, he couldn't answer the phone.

"Let me see you off." Ji Zhifei insisted, "This is the last time."