New year greeting

Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe left after dinner.Before leaving, Li Mingzhou told Song Xinyuan: "If you want to live with him, you can live here. Anyway, you won't be able to live for a few days. If you change your mind, just call me and find a house in Qianyang City as soon as possible. You can also go to my place. You can’t stay in a hotel every time you come back.”

"Understood, let's go, it's getting dark." Song Xinyuan teased, "Don't worry about me, I don't want to eat dog food every day. Is your family short of my single dog?"

Outside the door, Feng Xinghe told Feng Deng: "Give way to Yuanyuan when you quarrel."

"We are not children." Feng Deng said flatly, holding a garbage bag in his hand, "Say hello in advance next time you come."

Feng Xinghe was a little confused, feeling that Feng Deng was becoming more and more unfamiliar with him.He looked at Feng Deng, and suddenly noticed something strange: "Why don't you wear glasses?"

Feng Xinghe remembered that Feng Deng had been wearing glasses since he was promoted to the chief physician. Feng Deng's black-rimmed glasses were very similar to his. He once joked to Feng Deng that if we didn't say anything, people would think we were brothers.Feng Deng replied at the time, I am your younger brother.Feng Xinghe was very touched when he heard this.

Song Xinyuan also looked at Feng Deng when he heard Feng Xinghe's question.Feng Deng said: "I'm not short-sighted, wearing glasses is a bit redundant, and it's not convenient to wear goggles during surgery."

Song Xinyuan remembered that Feng Deng told Li Mao that his glasses were broken, but now he confessed to Feng Xinghe the reason for not wearing them. In Feng Deng's mind, it was obvious who was more important and who was more important.

"I think Feng Deng is more handsome without glasses," Song Xinyuan answered, "Mr. Feng, you and my brother drive slowly on the way home."

Li Mingzhou patted Song Xinyuan on the shoulder, and said sarcastically: "It's useless to be handsome, you have to be good-natured, otherwise it's a waste. You jump over the fire pit once, don't jump over the second time. It doesn't matter if you like men, but you have to keep your eyes open." Keep your eyes open and see clearly. Don’t worry, if I’m free on weekends, I’ll take you to the clubhouse and find someone to introduce you to someone.”

For a while, the other three looked at Li Mingzhou, silent, each thinking.After a while, Feng Xinghe was the first to break the silence: "Li Mingzhou, do you still know pimps? When will you take me to the club and introduce someone to me? Didn't you promise me never to go to that kind of place again?"

Li Mingzhou accidentally slipped the tongue, and hurriedly grabbed Feng Xinghe's arm: "I'm just joking, when did you see me go there?"

Feng Xinghe shook off Li Mingzhou's hand, and looked at him coldly: "Lie, who knows that you are dishonest in the company, did you find those cronies of yours to cheat on me?"

Li Mingzhou hugged Feng Xinghe's waist, and suddenly smiled: "No, no one can compare to you. Don't be angry, I'll explain to you slowly when I get home."

"No need." Feng Xinghe pushed Li Mingzhou away, and walked towards the elevator entrance angrily.Li Mingzhou winked at Song Xinyuan, gestured for a phone call, and turned to chase Feng Xinghe.

"The obstacle is gone at last," Song Xinyuan tugged at Feng Deng's clothes and hinted in a low voice, "Shall we go back to the house?"

Feng Deng raised the black plastic bag in his hand, lowered his eyes, and neither agreed nor refused: "I'm going to throw out the trash."

Song Xinyuan accepted his invitation as Feng Deng.He wandered around the living room alone, thinking of what was about to happen, his heart was pounding, he hadn't been this nervous for a long time.He ran back to the room and changed into his pajamas, went to the bathroom to take a shower, then simply wrapped himself in a white nightgown without even fastening the straps, and when he came out, he saw Feng Deng washing up.

Feng Deng glanced at him and continued brushing his teeth.Song Xinyuan was distracted by Feng Deng's eyes, took a deep breath secretly, hugged Feng Deng's waist from behind, rubbed his face against Feng Deng's back, and urged: "Hurry up."

Feng Deng freed one hand, held Song Xinyuan's wrist, pulled Song Xinyuan away, rinsed the foam from his mouth, looked at Song Xinyuan in the mirror, and said calmly, "Go blow your hair."

Song Xinyuan looked up and found that his face was flushed, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed. He hurriedly found out the hair dryer, lay on the sofa and dried his hair until it was half dry, and saw Feng Deng walking towards the sofa.

Do you want to do it on the sofa?Song Xinyuan thought of that scene and got goosebumps all over his body. He quickly put away the hair dryer, and was just about to welcome Feng Deng warmly when he heard Feng Deng's phone rang.

Feng Deng paused, bent down to pick up the phone, saw the caller ID clearly, and pressed the answer button: "Hey, Director Liang, is there anything you can do to find me so late?"

The person who came was Liang Shizhang, the director of surgery.Liang Shizhang first apologized to Feng Deng, hesitated for a moment, and said distressedly: "Feng Deng, I have something urgent to ask for your help."

"You said."

"Oh, it's like this. I was planning to go to Changchuan City tomorrow to attend a thesis seminar, but my daughter had a fever at night, and her mother is not at home recently, so I have to stay at home to take care of her."

Feng Deng understood what he meant: "You want me to attend the thesis seminar for you?"

"Yes, our department is required to go to one. I can't find someone more suitable than you. Others are unreliable," Liang Shizhang said. Experts will be there, and I think you'll be interested."

Feng Deng did become interested. After thinking about it, he regretted, "But I didn't submit the relevant papers before the conference, so I'm afraid I'm not eligible to enter."

Liang Shizhang quickly persuaded: "It's okay, I will send my paper to you later, you can make do with it, we are all on our own, and I don't plan to apply for a patent, I will say hello to the organizer, it will be fine. Sigh , I really don’t want to bother you if it’s not an emergency.”

Feng Deng sighed and compromised: "How long do I need to go?"

"Three days, start tomorrow morning, start tomorrow afternoon, and end on the afternoon of the 23rd."

"okay, I get it."

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner later."

"You're welcome."

After Feng Deng hung up the phone, he faced Song Xinyuan, as if he had forgotten the ambiguity just now, and said coldly: "It's getting late, I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm going to bed."

Song Xinyuan knew that good things were going to be ruined again, so he lay down on the sofa sullenly and yawned: "I'm convinced, why is it so difficult to make an appointment with you? It's not my narcissism. Do you know how many people want to sleep with me on the Internet? You Go on a business trip, don't want to make an appointment, at worst, I'll go find someone else, why should I wait for you?"

Feng Deng: "As you wish."

Song Xinyuan glared at him, held back the swear words, ran back to the bedroom angrily, and slammed the door hard.Early the next morning, Feng Deng left without saying goodbye.Song Xinyuan ran to the hospital by himself, looking listless.

Seeing Song Xinyuan, Han Le asked with a smirk, "Big star, look at your gait, your dark circles are so heavy, what did you do last night?"

Song Xinyuan said solemnly: "Stay up late to study."

"Niu, the spirit is commendable," Han Le gave a thumbs up, his face full of curiosity, "Something's wrong, didn't you receive a confession today?"

"What confession?" Song Xinyuan raised his head suspiciously.

"Today is 520!" Han Le twitched, "I thought you were very popular, but the result was so miserable. If I hadn't reminded you, you wouldn't even be able to remember what day it is?"

Song Xinyuan turned on the phone, flipped through the calendar, and lay powerlessly on the table: "Oh, thank you, it turns out that today is May 5th, but what does this have to do with me?"

"Haha, it really doesn't matter. You are single. Did your agent forbid you to date?" Han Le said regretfully, "Lingxi and I were going to get the certificate today, but the number of appointments in the Civil Affairs Bureau exceeded the limit, so we didn't make it. We can only wait for Qixi Festival.”

"The progress is rapid." Song Xinyuan bowed down.

"Hey hey, when the time comes, I'll treat you to a wedding wine, and you should hurry up and find someone to get out of the order. It looks so pitiful, you're not too young."

"Some people are in their 30s and are not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?"

"Yes, don't panic, our Professor Feng is also single. I was wondering why it is harder for people with better conditions to find a partner? I guess it's because of fate." Han Le comforted Song Xinyuan with a few words, and went to find a girlfriend.

Song Xinyuan thought to himself that Feng Deng deserved not to be able to find a partner.

After one o'clock, Yang Xiyue received a large bouquet of roses and came over to show off to Song Xinyuan: "I gave it at 13:14, are you envious?"

Since Yang Xiyue "broke up" with Feng Deng and became single again, she has become the favorite of the department, and many young doctors chase after her.Although Song Xinyuan has no feelings for roses, he has never received roses.He ignored the flowers in Yang Xiyue's arms, and said, "I wish you happiness."

Yang Xiyue noticed that he was in a bad mood, and asked cautiously: "What did you and Feng Deng exchange?"

"He's on a business trip." What to send?Song Xinyuan complained silently, I sent myself to the door, but he didn't want it.

"Uh, now that I think about it, he left so hastily, he must have been forced to come back to make up for you."

"No need." They are not a real couple.

"What's the matter?" Yang Xiyue helped him analyze, "Is it the burnout period? I feel that the two of you are too close. There is no harm in being apart for a few days. A little farewell is better than a newlywed."

It's too close, there is no such thing as a friend with benefits.Song Xinyuan lay on the bed at night, thinking about how he and Feng Deng got along, and unconsciously gnawed on his fingers.Feng Deng must have been bored by his stalking all this time, but he couldn't think of a better way other than stalking.His time is running out.

Song Xinyuan opened the dialog box between himself and Feng Deng, couldn't help following the trend, and sent Feng Deng a red envelope of 5.20 yuan.Before falling asleep, he vaguely saw Feng Deng answering him with a question mark, without opening the red envelope. After 24 hours, his red envelope was returned by the system.

On the night of the 22nd, Song Xinyuan was so anxious that he couldn't sleep because the 23rd of every month is the day he pays off his debts.He huddled on the bed to survive the midnight, carefully entered Alipay, clicked on the transfer page, and the first contact that popped up automatically was his and Song Yanqing's creditor—Su Mei, a middle-aged woman in her 50s.Five years ago, Su Mei's son died in a medical accident. Her husband was devastated and died of illness two years later.Today, Su Mei is the only one left at home, and she runs a flower shop in the old town of Qianyang City.Song Xinyuan visited the flower shop a few times and found that Su Mei's business was not very good, but Su Mei didn't care at all, and often sat at the door in a daze.

Song Xinyuan remembered Su Mei's call to him last month, exited from the transfer page, swallowed a melatonin, and forced himself to close his eyes.In the early morning of Feng Deng's return, the white palm that Song Xinyuan raised bloomed. He asked someone to buy it from a flower shop in Sumei when he moved in. Under his careful care, it finally bore fruit.

In the morning, Song Xinyuan wore a mask and a hat, and went out tightly covered.He quietly sneaked into the old city and hid in the alley next to the flower shop. After eight o'clock, he heard the sound of Su Mei opening the security door.Song Xinyuan looked around the corner and saw that most of Su Mei's hair had turned gray.Su Mei should be the same age as his mother, and his mother's appearance will always remain more than 20 years ago, while Su Mei aged ten years overnight.

All of this is Song Yanqing's fault, but he is Song Yanqing's son.

"Why are you here?"

Just as Song Xinyuan was in a trance, an indifferent voice sounded around.Su Mei was standing at the entrance of the alley with a water basin in her hand, staring at Song Xinyuan with disgust, "What are you sneaking up on? What, you think I don't recognize you? Your eyes are exactly like your father's. I wouldn't mind turning them into ashes." will forget."

Song Xinyuan really didn't expect Su Mei to recognize him. In fact, they only met a few times in court, and more exchanges took place on the Alipay transfer page.At the beginning, he transferred the money, and Su Mei was responsible for collecting the money. Until this year's Spring Festival, Su Mei unilaterally canceled the event. The reason was that she didn't want to contact Song Xinyuan again, saying that seeing him made her sick.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm just passing by here, I'm leaving now." Song Xinyuan made a bad excuse.

"Who is your aunt?" Su Mei scolded, "I warn you, don't appear in front of me again, otherwise I will call the police, and don't transfer money to me, I don't need you to pity me, I have already blocked you. "

Song Xinyuan's eyes were red, unable to speak a word, bowed to Su Mei, and ran away.He looked sleepy, and on the way back, he went to the supermarket to buy an ice cream, and took a box of safety condoms when he checked out.He remembered that Feng Deng's business trip was over this afternoon.

In the evening, Song Xinyuan returned to the hospital, walked into Feng Deng's duty room inadvertently, scanned around casually, and found that Feng Deng was sitting in front of the table looking through documents.He approached Feng Deng in surprise, took off his mask, and rubbed his eyes: "You came back so soon?"

Feng Deng said "hmm", frowned, took out a wet wipe and handed it to him: "There is something in my mouth."

Song Xinyuan touched his lips with chocolate on his hands. He didn't pick up the wet wipes. He stood in front of Feng Deng and licked his fingers clean. Pressing the table, he asked softly, "Dr. Feng, I just ate a chocolate popsicle and it was super sweet in my mouth. Would you like to try it?"

Feng Deng looked back at him quietly, and said after a while, "I don't like sweets."

Careless.Song Xinyuan sighed and sat on the chair, and asked without hope: "Are you free tonight?"

"I'm free," Feng Deng said, "so I'm going to take you to the operating room to practice and check how you've learned recently. You only have seven days left in your probationary period, so you must hurry up. I admitted a cardiomyopathy patient, After I read his medical history, I will arrange to call you. You should review the script first."

Song Xinyuan's thoughts were not pure, and he always felt that Feng Deng's words had a different meaning, so he replied happily: "Okay, I will wait for you."

After Feng Deng left, Song Xinyuan went into the bathroom of Feng Deng's duty room and washed his body inside and out.At eight o'clock in the evening, Feng Deng came back from the inpatient department and led Song Xinyuan into an empty operating room.

Wearing a white coat, Feng Deng stood by the operating table with a cold expression and an abstinence look, and turned to ask, "Are you ready?"

Song Xinyuan's legs were weak, he swallowed his saliva, and blinked subtly: "Get ready, doctor."

The author says:

I am guilty, I wrote more than 4000 and missed the point. Recently, the sweetness has exceeded the standard.