New year greeting

Hearing the ringtone, Song Xinyuan tightened his arms and then loosened them, rubbing his feet against Feng Deng's legs, and said in a rather disappointed tone, "Your phone..."

Feng Deng bit Song Xinyuan's Adam's apple, reached out to pick up the phone, looked at the caller ID, and got up to answer the call.

"Hey, Dean Li." Feng Deng touched Song Xinyuan's face, caught a glimpse of Song Xinyuan's body, and helped Song Xinyuan cover the blanket.Song Xinyuan saw the lump under Feng Deng's pajama pants, and licked his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Feng Deng, I have time tonight." The person who came was Dean Li of the Affiliated Hospital of Qianyang University. He hesitated, "Let's talk about you in person."

"Okay, see you tonight."

Feng Deng hung up the phone, looked at Song Xinyuan, and said solemnly: "Continue?"

Song Xinyuan didn't have the heart to continue, so he hurriedly asked, "Are you going to meet President Li? Can you go back to the hospital?"

"Not sure," Feng Deng said truthfully, "I have stains on me, I have a criminal record, and it didn't go so smoothly."

"They have no vision," Song Xinyuan defended Feng Deng, "You are so good and powerful, you must—"

Feng Deng rubbed Song Xinyuan's head and said flatly, "Someone must want me."

Feng Deng obviously had no hope.Song Xinyuan's eyes were wet, and he said anxiously: "I'll go and explain to them clearly, it's not your fault, your illness has recovered, and you are fully capable of being a doctor."

Feng Deng shook his head and comforted Song Xinyuan: "Don't worry, have you memorized the script? Practice hard and wait for me to come back to check. Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." As soon as Song Xinyuan finished speaking, his stomach rang, and the dull atmosphere was swept away. He lay back on the bed embarrassedly, "Don't worry about me, you can go."

"It's still early, let me see what's in the refrigerator, and you can go to sleep later."

Song Xinyuan couldn't help emphasizing: "I can cook by myself, I'm not a child."

"I know," Feng Deng paused, and hit Song Xinyuan mercilessly, "but your cooking is not good, and it's a bit of a waste of ingredients."

"..." Song Xinyuan suddenly realized, "No wonder you don't let me cook, because you dislike me."

Feng Deng curled up his lips, went downstairs to the kitchen, steamed rice, fried braised eggplant and broccoli, cooked a small pot of rice wine dumpling soup, and finally returned to the master bedroom to find Song Xinyuan reciting his lines.

Song Xinyuan saw Feng Deng, stopped and asked, "What did you do? You smell so good."

"Go and see for yourself, remember to unplug the rice cooker." Feng Deng took off his pajamas and planned to take a shower.

"it is good."

Song Xinyuan put on his pajamas, took advantage of Feng Deng's inattention, patted Feng Deng's shoulder, and ran away like a rabbit.He ran into the kitchen, sniffed around, and his stomach grunted again, but unfortunately the rice was not cooked.

Song Xinyuan waited for a few minutes until the heat preservation button was on, unplugged the plug, and turned on the rice cooker to dissipate heat.After doing this, Song Xinyuan turned around and walked to the stairs, just in time to see Feng Deng going downstairs.Feng Deng changed into a formal suit, wearing a watch, with a cold expression and a mature and stable temperament.He walked down and nodded his chin towards Song Xinyuan: "You eat first."

Song Xinyuan caught sight of the white shirt Feng Deng was wearing and had a subtle feeling that he had just taken it off.He approached Feng Deng, noticed the wrinkles on his clothes, believed in his own thoughts, and couldn't help but feel hot.

"You cooked a lot of food. I can't finish it all by myself. What should I do with the leftovers?" They usually seldom have leftovers, so they cook as much as they eat. Feng Deng also cooked for two people this time.

"I'll be back to eat, and I'll be back soon." Feng Deng asked while changing his shoes, "Can you stay at home by yourself?" Feng Deng always took Song Xinyuan with him when he went out, but today it is not convenient.

"Okay." Song Xinyuan felt that Feng Deng was very strange. Feng Deng had a strong desire to control. Although he treated him as a normal person, he didn't often let him go out or stay at home alone, as if he was afraid that something would happen to him.Song Xinyuan didn't know whether he couldn't do without Feng Deng or Feng Deng couldn't do without him.

Song Xinyuan thought of Feng Deng's illness, and silently concluded that Feng Deng must have liked me too much.

After Feng Deng left, Song Xinyuan put away the meal. It was not yet six o'clock, and he was going to wait for Feng Deng to go home to eat together.After cleaning, he answered the video call initiated by Li Mingzhou.Li Mingzhou turned the camera to the three cat cubs and asked when he would go to pick up the cats.

"How about this, I'll give you a cat, you wait at home." Li Mingzhou said.

Song Xinyuan looked at the chubby little dumpling and listened to the kitten's meowing, and his heart was moved. Considering Feng Deng's opinion, he found an excuse to refuse: "I don't have anything at home, so I can't raise a cat."

"We have them at home, and I'll take them all with me."

Song Xinyuan sent a voice message: "Brother, don't panic, can you? We'll talk about it in a few days." Compared with cats, he cared more about Feng Deng. With Feng Deng, nothing else mattered.Feng Deng was bothered by work, and he didn't want to trouble Feng Deng.

Song Xinyuan hung up the phone, walked upstairs, and stopped suddenly as he walked.He remembered that there was a recording in his mobile phone, and that recording could at least prove that Feng Deng did not plagiarize the thesis, and that Liang Shizhang and Ji Changlin partnered to frame Feng Deng.

Song Xinyuan sat on the steps, found the recording, and listened to it over and over again, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.What Liang Shizhang said later made Song Xinyuan feel uncomfortable.Ever since Song Xinyuan decided to stay, he deliberately forgot about the relationship between his father and Feng Deng, but every time he recalled the photos of his father and Feng Deng, his chest would feel congested.

He didn't dare to ask, why did father hold Feng Deng?Does dad like Feng Deng?As for Feng Deng, did you step on two boats?If they were really a couple, why did Feng Deng add insult to injury back then, and even took photos to pour dirty water on his father?What did Dad mean the day he met Feng Deng?

What is the relationship between you and what are you hiding from me?Why don't you want to tell me?Song Xinyuan covered his head with a dazed and sad expression. Not long after, he opened his eyes wide as if waking up from a dream. Dad was dead, so he couldn't tell me the truth, and he couldn't send me flowers. The person who needed to send flowers became Me, I killed Dad.

He used to be afraid that his father would wake up and snatch Feng Deng away. He was a selfish ghost, his mind was out of order, and he was not good enough for Feng Deng.

Song Xinyuan gnawed his fingers unconsciously, wandered aimlessly in the house, walked from upstairs to downstairs, walked around the room, sweated profusely from exhaustion, and finally squatted on the balcony panting, looking out through the glass , the asphalt road and the moat came into view, and on the other side of the river was his former home, which had already been sold and became someone else's home.

Song Xinyuan took out the phone's address book, hesitated for a long time, and dialed Feng Deng's number.After getting through, he spoke first: "Brother, when are you going home?"

"almost."

Feng Deng's deep voice reached Song Xinyuan's ears, which gave Song Xinyuan a sense of security.Song Xinyuan looked into the distance and urged: "Hurry up, it will be dark soon."

"Don't cry."

"I'm not crying, I'm just..."

"Ok?"

"I just miss you," Song Xinyuan wiped his eyes, and said uncontrollably, "I want to see you."

Even if Feng Deng dislikes him, he still likes to cling to Feng Deng, wherever Feng Deng goes, wherever he goes, he is willing to run after Feng Deng.No matter what others think of him, he doesn't care, those people are not him and cannot understand his feelings.

Maybe even Feng Deng didn't understand him, but it didn't matter, as long as Feng Deng didn't leave him behind.Only Feng Deng was left in his world.

Feng Deng seemed to laugh, and said softly, "Wait for me at home."

Feng Deng put down his phone and glanced at the time. He had only been out for two hours.He returned to his seat and apologized to Dean Li: "Dean, I'm sorry, this call is more important."

Dean Li waved his hand and asked casually, "Is there anything urgent?"

"Well, the children at home are looking for it."

Dean Li thought it was a bear child, and smiled helplessly: "Children nowadays are getting more and more delicate, and one generation is not as good as the next generation. It's hard to explain, but you can't ignore it. Don't worry, buy a gift on the way back, children are easy to coax of."

"He's actually very good." Feng Deng explained and changed the subject, "So, does the affiliated hospital have no recruitment plans for the time being? My contract hasn't expired yet."

Dean Li frowned, and said honestly: "The contract was forced to be terminated, and you were fired. Feng Deng, I am not the only one who has the final say on your affairs. You are a smart person. You should understand the difficulties of the hospital. As far as the tertiary hospital is concerned, your reputation is not very good. Nowadays, there are many talents and fierce competition. There is no need for the affiliated hospital to accept your file. If you don't mind, I can recommend a few good places for you. "

Feng Deng said: "I understand, I'm sorry to trouble you, Dean, I'll take a step first."

"Go, you have the strength, I believe you can start over."

"Thank you, I will seriously consider your suggestion."

Feng Deng walked out of the restaurant quickly, hailed a car, got off and bought a box of chocolate ice cream at the gate of the community.It was just past eight o'clock, the sky was dark, the evening breeze was cool, the ice cream was freezing his palms, but Feng Deng felt hot, his back was sweaty and drenched.

He opened the door, entered the living room, and saw Song Xinyuan at a glance.Song Xinyuan sat on the ground with his back facing the gate, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head quickly, and then turned his face away.

"..."

Feng Deng glanced at Song Xinyuan's cheek, and didn't know what to say. The area around Song Xinyuan's lips was stained purple, and at first glance, he looked extremely creepy.Feng Deng squatted beside Song Xinyuan, saw the dragon fruit in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why sit here and eat?"

"I'm hungry." Song Xinyuan stretched out his arms, wanting to hug Feng Deng, but unfortunately his hands were dirty, so he had to give up.

"Didn't eat?" Feng Deng didn't care about Song Xinyuan's wrong logic, picked up Song Xinyuan, handed him the ice cream, and let him sit on the sofa.

Song Xinyuan put the ice cream on the coffee table and refused, "I'm dirty."

"Why don't you eat?" Feng Deng glanced at Song Xinyuan, walked to the kitchen, found that the food hadn't been touched, turned back to Song Xinyuan, took his dragon fruit, "wash your hands and eat."

Song Xinyuan said suddenly, "I've been waiting for you for a long, long time."

"Forget it, don't eat," Feng Deng was silent for a few seconds, picked up Song Xinyuan by the waist, and walked upstairs, "Take a bath first."

"Put me down, dirty your clothes."

"Can we take a shower together? Save water."

"……all right."

They were washing and washing, and the picture gradually became indescribable. The bathroom was filled with the smell of shower gel and Song Xinyuan's sweet and greasy shouts.After a long time, Song Xinyuan supported the wall, crying and crying.Feng Deng stood behind him, bumped forward, touched his stomach, and pointed out: "Aren't you full?"

"Well, no more, I want to eat..."

"Didn't you say it was hot in the afternoon, beg me to water—"

"hungry."

Song Xinyuan turned his head, the corners of his eyes were red, and his face was full of tears.Seeing that he was crying pitifully, Feng Deng scrubbed their bodies clean, wrapped them in bathrobes, and went downstairs with Song Xinyuan in his arms, like a pair of conjoined twins.

Feng Deng put his arm around Song Xinyuan, set the meal with the other, and sat at the dining table, while Song Xinyuan sat on top of him.Song Xinyuan grabbed the table, and the foreign object behind him made him blush and heartbroken.He twisted his body unconsciously while eating, and was slapped twice by Feng Deng.

Feng Deng picked up a chopstick of broccoli and fed it to Song Xinyuan's mouth: "Focus on it and eat the vegetables."

After Song Xinyuan finished eating, he looked back and begged, "Move."

Feng Deng pinched his cheeks: "Who is arguing for dinner?"

Song Xinyuan's eyes were confused: "It's so itchy, I want to eat..."

"What should I call me?"

"elder brother--"

Feng Deng shook his head: "It's right, I'll eat it for you."

Song Xinyuan compromised, wrapped his arms around Feng Deng's neck, and muttered aggrievedly: "...Honey, help me."

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