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The New Year's Eve is approaching, and there is also a fine snowfall in Huashi, which is evergreen all the year round.

Lu Yanxue walked to the hospital door with the thermos cup in hand, and saw Jian Cong's father rushing out of the hospital with his secretary, and was still on the phone with a sullen face.

Lu Yanxue hesitated for a moment on whether to go over to say hello, but Jian Chuming walked towards him.He was still talking on the phone while walking, and hung up when he walked in front of Lu Yanxue.

"Did you come to see Cong Cong today?" He put a smile on his face, and his attitude was kind.

Lu Yanxue bowed and said, "Hello, Uncle."

"Good boy." Jian Chuming liked his tricks, and happily said to the secretary, "Give Xiao Lu a red envelope."

"Ready." The secretary smiled and took a thick red envelope from the bag to Lu Yanxue.

Fearing that Lu Yan would fail to learn, the secretary said, "It's almost Chinese New Year, take a picture for good luck."

Lu Yanxue didn't intend to accept a red envelope at first, but he wanted to accept it or refuse it, so he took the red envelope neatly and said, "Thank you uncle."

"Well, it's cold outside, let's go in." Jian Chuming patted him on the shoulder, and hurriedly led the secretary away.

Jian Chuming originally planned to shift the focus of his work to the country, but now that this incident has happened, he has accelerated his speed, recruiting talents from all over the place, and entrusting foreign affairs to reliable agents.

He comes and goes like the wind every day, making people feel tired and flustered just watching him.

Lu Yanxue wrapped himself in his coat, thinking that an ordinary office worker like his father is fine.

After Jian Cong passed the observation period, except for the head and waist, other minor bruises were almost healed. It is reasonable to say that he could be discharged from the hospital, but Jian Chuming was afraid that he would have some sequelae, so he found a private escort to accompany Jian Cong in the hospital. Re-examination is also convenient for observing the physical condition at any time.

Jian Cong was quite reluctant to stay in the hospital, but because of his back injury, he is now a semi-disabled man who has to use a wheelchair when he goes out, so he has no influence to protest.

Lu Yanxue opened the door of the room with the thermos cup in hand. Jian Cong was sitting in front of the bay window in a daze. The escort put a lumbar pillow under his waist, not knowing where he had gone.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Yanxue closed the door with his backhand.

"watch TV."

Jian Cong didn't turn his head back, and stared out of the window with all his attention.

Lu Yanxue then looked out of the window, only to find that there was nothing but the dark night and a little reflection.

Lu Yanxue asked, "Are you hallucinating again?"

In the first few days after he got off the operating table, Jian Cong always felt that there were flies and stars in front of his eyes. The doctor said that it was an illusion caused by congestion of blood pressure on the optic nerve.

Jian Cong rolled his big eyes, pointed to the window of the residential building opposite and said, "There, do you see it?!"

Lu Yanxue, who is more than 200 degrees myopic, said he couldn't see at all, and pulled the tulle curtains.

"The doctor said that you can't watch TV for a long time. You must have watched it for a long time today." Lu Yanxue just scanned the room, the wifi router was gone, and the TV cable was gone. They must have been confiscated.

Jian Cong was very irritable, and scolded: "I am a patient, not a prisoner. I am not allowed to do this or that. After the disease is cured, it is time to commit depression!" A cat would go out to let the wind out from time to time, but he stayed This room is almost moldy,

Lu Yanxue was not angry at all, and smiled and said, "I didn't come here to find something for you." He opened the thermos cup and put it in front of Jian Cong.

The soup was thick and fragrant, very appetizing, but Jian Cong couldn't tell what kind of soup was made, and he didn't have any appetite, so he didn't really want to drink it, so he took a few sips anyway and said: "Auntie's cooking is very good .”

"Delicious? I stewed it." Lu Yanxue said.

"You, cough!" Jian Cong almost spit out the soup in his mouth, coughed for a long time, and looked at Lu Yanxue with a complex expression that seemed to be "I just mentioned it casually" but secretly rubbed for praise. Cong gave a thumbs up and said: "He can go up to the hall, go down to the kitchen, beat bosses, fight gangsters, God Lu is awesome."

Lu Yanxue pursed his lips and jokingly said, "Come home with me in the future, and I'll cook for you."

Jian Cong felt that this was a bit strange, and said without thinking, "Then your girlfriend must not hack me in the future?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"After what I said."

"I'm... a bachelor." Lu Yanxue seemed to be very serious about this issue.

Jian Cong didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and said: "Pull it down, believe it or not, those who say this will be the first to get married in the future."

"Then who do you want me to marry?" Lu Yanxue asked.

Jian Cong was a little taken aback by his rhetorical question, and said, "How do I know, of course I like it with you."

"That's impossible, I'm doomed." Lu Yan smiled.

Jian Cong was speechless for a while, and then said: "Do you think we are getting too far?"

Lu Yanxue's lips moved, but he didn't say a word. Jian Cong had already shifted his focus. He reached out to grab Lu Yanxue's hat and said, "I found out why you have been wearing this thing today? Is it so cold outside?"

Lu Yanxue was caught off guard, and his hat was ripped off by Jian Cong.

"Damn, you..." Jian Cong laughed at him first, but before he retracted the hand pulling the hat, he froze for a moment, "Why do you..."

"Shave your head too?"

When Jian Cong said this, his voice suddenly lightened and trembled a little.

Lu Yanxue said embarrassingly: "I just don't want to cut my hair anymore, so I shaved it all."

"Really?" Jian Cong looked at him.

The two looked at each other, Lu Yanxue let go first, he quietly put his arms around Jian Cong, and said, "I'm lying to you, I just want to accompany you."

"Are you an idiot?!" Jian Cong said with a sob in his voice.

"Why are you like a girl, crying whenever you are moved?" Lu Yanxue said softly.

Jian Congba said in a high voice: "I'm obviously crying because of you - no, who cried?"

"...I'm crying." Lu Yanxue buried his head next to Jian Cong's neck, touched the thick gauze tied around Jian Cong's waist with his hand, and said, "I love you so much, it hurts so much."

The two of them were too close, and Jian Cong suddenly felt a little weirdly at a loss. It took a long time before Jian Cong found an adjective and said, "Do you think that the two of us are so ambiguous, and there are people living opposite us, so the influence is not good?" ?”

Lu Yanxue withdrew his hand instantly.

The two looked at each other face to face.Looking at his bald head, Jian Cong couldn't help laughing.

Lu Yanxue also smiled when he saw the tears in Jian Cong's eyes.

The transparent tulle covered the dark night, and the dim yellow floor lights in the corner hit the side faces of the teenagers, softening the sharp edges and corners.

Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean the excitement of each other, but it can also be a willow tree that sprouts quietly.

On the second day of school, because the class rules prohibit wearing hats, Lu Shen's new hairstyle immediately aroused the whole grade's onlookers.

Coincidentally, Gongsun Bo, who is recognized as the second in grade but has already fallen out of the top three, also shaved his head that day.

Then the boys in the experimental class who knew the inside story also shaved their heads very unitedly.

Soon, they were at a loss, but other students who saw the top students shaving their heads also thought it was some kind of new metaphysics, and started shaving their hair one after another.

And the sophomore student representative who spoke under the national flag on Monday, the serious classmate Lu Yanxue, actually brought a mobile phone this day, secretly hid behind the speech and took a picture of the rostrum.

Five minutes later, Jian Cong, who was scrolling through Moments, broke out in the hospital with goose calls.

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