A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo doesn't really understand the behavior of looking for gun|friends. It's outrageous to raise a gun when you meet without talking about anything else.

And it's very dangerous, who knows if they will fall in love for a long time.

It's not certain to put it in other people's place, but it's impossible for him to realize love with time.

Jing Zhuo watched the numbers scrolling on the display with a blank face.

Evening self-study class ends at [-] o'clock, and only the emergency department of the hospital can register at night, so I have to go to the emergency department.

Before registering, he passed by the doors of four surgical departments and glanced at them all, but he didn't see Cheng Luo.

Not on duty tonight?

Jing Zhuo sat on the connecting chair, quickly took out his mobile phone and searched for "do you need a doctor for stitches?"

The search results are "no need".

Suddenly a little discouraged, the reason for this trip is too insufficient.

In fact, it's not necessary to see him tonight, it doesn't matter if the thread is removed or not, the hospital doesn't matter, if you see him, you can adjust your boring life, and it doesn't matter if you don't see him.

As expected, Cheng Luo wasn't there, and he was arranged by the doctor to go to the consulting room of a bitter-faced doctor.

Removing the stitches is more difficult than suturing. After all, there is no anesthesia, and it hurts when the thread ends are pulled out.

The door of the emergency building was right on the air vent, Jing Zhuo walked out of the hall, the autumn wind almost made him stagger.

It's late autumn in a blink of an eye, and it's not so cold when I first came here.

Jing Zhuo wrapped up his coat, feeling that the wind made him feel very lonely, a little upset, went out of the hospital gate, took out a cigarette case and lit a cigarette against the wind.

The wind not only made the person under the street lamp in the lonely parking lot look lonely, but also made him unable to light a cigarette.

He clicked and clicked the lighter more than a dozen times, and spun around in various wind-shielding postures.

"Mom, what is that person doing?" A little girl next to him pointed at him loudly and asked.

"I drank too much." Her mother tugged her and left quickly, "Don't say or point out people like this in the future."

Jing Zhuo stood there for a few seconds, then walked to the side of the ash column, holding on to the last bit of patience, and raised the lighter in his hand again.

click.

The wind suddenly stopped, the flames danced, and the surrounding air became warm for a moment.

The cigarette butt finally lit up.

"Press the lighter again and it's time to blow up." Cheng Luo let go.

In the faint smoke, Jing Zhuo looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Luo raised his eyebrows.

"Can you?" Jing Zhuo felt the column of ash next to his waist, and frowned, "Don't stand so close."

Cheng Hou took a step back: "I'm sorry."

Without this windshield, the autumn wind whistled in my ears again, and the cigarette butt almost went out again.Jing Zhuo took a puff, put the hand holding the cigarette in front of him and looked at it.

Suddenly I remembered that kid said yesterday, "Brother, your hands are so pretty."

It's really pretty, I haven't noticed it before.

Jing Zhuo looked at his hands and wandered into the sky, as if he could escape the embarrassment of Cheng Luo's sudden appearance.

Standing side by side with him, Cheng Luo, like an old acquaintance, took out the cigarette case from Jing Zhuo's pocket very naturally, lit one, and smoked with him.

Feeling the tiny touch from the pocket of his coat, Jing Zhuoqiang held down his overly sensitive reflex nerves, and swung him away without punching him.

"Remove the stitches?" After a long silence, Cheng Luo finally spoke.

Jing Zhuo still looked at his hands: "Yes."

"Why don't you come to me? Just tap on WeChat, and the general practitioner will come to you directly, and you will be compensated if you are late." Cheng Luo smiled.

"No more trouble." Jing Zhuo said.

There's no way to talk these days, and I don't know what to expect when I came to the emergency department half an hour ago.

Jing Zhuo was startled when there was a soft rustle next to his ear, and when he turned his head, Cheng Luo was already close to his face.

Jing Zhuo was alert: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Luo looked at his hand seriously: "Look at how exciting it is, it can keep you staring at it."

"If it's okay, I'll leave first." Jing Zhuo felt his ears were hot, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he finally smashed the cigarette butt into the ash column, lifted his legs and left.

Cheng Luo strode to keep up: "Don't you wonder what I'm wandering around here?"

"No." Jing Zhuo didn't look back.

"Be curious." Cheng Luo said.

"... What are you wandering around for?"

"Practice electric cars." Cheng Luo walked to his side, "It's very stable now, do you want to experience it?"

"If you don't have a car, your license plate is blacklisted by the hospital?" Jing Zhuo couldn't help asking.

I immediately regretted it after asking, it doesn't matter if you drive or not.

"I received an emergency call at home and didn't have time to pick up the car." Cheng Luo explained, "The hospital has one car, so it's flexible to count."

Jing Zhuo nodded, not interested in listening again.

"How to go back?" Cheng Luo said, "Pick you up."

Jing Zhuo's car was parked opposite the hospital, he walked to the intersection and waited for the green light: "He came by car."

"Then you pick me up." Cheng Luo said simply.

"Don't you have an electric car?" Jing Zhuo couldn't understand the brain circuit of this person.

"The handlebar was broken just now." Cheng Luo said calmly.

In order to prevent Cheng Luo from scratching his legs again with the electric scooter, Jing Zhuo allowed him to sit in the passenger seat.

What a socially responsible Miyoshi citizen!

"County doctor's family hospital?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"District Two." Cheng Luo entered the destination for him and turned on the navigation.

The last time Jing Zhuo went, Cheng Luo's parents lived in the first district, and the second district was a newly built community that just opened the year before last.

I don't know if it's because I'm not familiar with the road conditions or because there's a smiling thing next to me who looks too dazzling, Jing Zhuo drove in a mess this way, and almost drove to a village in the city.

"Not a local?" Cheng Luo rested his head on his hands and watched the night scene outside the car window.

"I was in the urban area before." Jing Zhuo didn't go any further. What happened at home and why he came to the county can be casually chatted with a taxi driver, but there is no need to talk to Cheng Luo here.

keep distance.

Jing Zhuo focused his eyes on the front.

"I was also in the urban area before." Cheng Luo smiled, and didn't intend to go any further.

Unspoken, the subtle embarrassment is a safe distance that makes both of them comfortable.

"Go straight for 400 meters and turn left into Dongsheng Road..."

"Keep left and turn right after 700 meters..."

It is estimated that the navigation data has not been updated for several years. It is wrong to walk on this broken road.

After Jing Zhuo almost went retrograde for the third time, Cheng Luo suddenly said leisurely beside him, "It's quite beautiful."

"What?" Jing Zhuo didn't react.

Cheng Luo didn't speak, Jing Zhuo turned his head suspiciously, and saw that he tilted his head and half closed his eyes, his eyes stopped on the steering wheel.

To be precise, it was the hand holding the steering wheel.

"Go down." Jing Zhuo turned the steering wheel.

Cheng Luo smiled and stopped teasing him: "Teacher Jing calm down."

Turning all the way to the gate of Jingzhuo Community, he stopped the car to update the navigation data.

When turning the corner just now, the papers next to the armrest box were scattered all over the floor. Cheng Luo picked it up and tidied it up, and saw the words on the teacher's signature column.

The handwriting is pretty good, and his medical records are incomparable.

"Jinghuo Shao." Cheng Luo held the paper, usually seeing too many ghostly drawn symbols of himself and his colleagues, but the ones that looked normal at first glance were hard to see, "This name is quite... unique."

"Go down, immediately." Jing Zhuo took a deep breath.

Cheng Luo had already picked up his phone and was changing his notes: "Shao, you're a bit hot-tempered."

"What are you calling me?" Jing Zhuo stepped on the brakes, turned his head and stared at him in shock.

"Spoon." Cheng Luo put down his phone, and was usually used to calling people around him in single words, every day, baby, Wei, and cat, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

So much so that when he saw Jing Zhuo walking straight into the community after being driven out of the car, he didn't quite react.

Cheng Luo followed shamelessly: "What do you mean, stay with me?"

"Actually, I couldn't go home today. My cat broke the lock. There is no master to repair it at night. I want to find a hotel nearby..."

"Then you let me go on a treasure hunt like Thomas the Tank Engine for a long time?!" Jing Zhuo really wanted to punch him down now, "Isn't there a hotel next to the hospital that you can fancy?"

"The ID card has expired, and I have been too busy these two days to reapply." Cheng Luo unhurriedly took out the ID card from the puppet cat's phone case and shook it, "There is a hotel with acquaintances over there, so I can fool you... "

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhuo suddenly broke out into arguing like the young couple at the opposite door telling the time.

This time the quarrel was more intense and the wine bottle was dropped.

It can be heard clearly downstairs, and the narrow handshake room even has a sound amplification effect.

Cheng Luo obviously had never seen such a loud explosion of decibel quarrels before. With a trembling fingertip holding his ID card, the small card fell vertically into the sewer grid.

Cheng Luo stared at the dark sewer for a while: "Spoon?"

"En." Jing Zhuo replied with a blank gaze.

"How many beds does your house have?" Cheng Luo asked.