President Qi, I don't despise you

It has been eight months and ten days since Shen Yan left. Qi Muye bought a calendar, that kind of old desktop calendar, and put it beside his bed. Every day before going to bed, he would take a pen and simply write down Serve something.

Sometimes it was something that happened in a day, sometimes it was what he wanted to say to Shen Yan, one stroke at a time, one paragraph at a time, sometimes more and sometimes less, but it was all in his mind.

During these eight months, Qi Muye stayed in the hospital twice. Even when he was hospitalized, he would carry this desk calendar with him and put it beside the hospital bed. He has to cooperate at times, because he knows he has to hold on.

Only time is eternal in this world, and he believes that as long as he lasts long enough, he will always find the person he wants to wait for.

Endless waiting is probably the most difficult thing in the world. He is very busy during the day, such a large group, endless meetings, he wants to use busyness to make time pass faster, but all emotions and thoughts will be in the Zooming in at night, he is always the calm and rational President Qi on weekdays. Only the sleeping pills that keep bottoming out can reveal his truest emotions.

Qi Muye had just finished a meeting and was sitting behind the desk. His complexion was really not good. He was a lot thinner than before, and there was a blue shadow that couldn't be concealed under his eyes. It appears more obvious against the background.

The two hospitalizations were all due to heart reasons, and even his attending doctor was worried that he had already started heart failure, and the progress was too fast, and no one could guarantee what would happen to him in the future if this continued.

Last week, his index was just enough to be discharged from the hospital, but his heart was still unstable. The doctor suggested that he use a wheelchair instead, but he gently waved his hand and refused.

In fact, he didn't do this to be brave, he just hoped that when the man came back, he would see Mr. Qi who could stand and hug him, so apart from being in the hospital for more than a month, he would not sit still even with a cane. wheelchair.

He was afraid that one day his little lover would come back suddenly and it would frighten him.

Qi Muye sat behind the desk and flipped through the calendar, page by page, and finally flipped to the nearest page lightly, and wrote down what he wanted to say to him today.

Shen Yan had just arrived in Shangcheng, but he couldn't go home, let alone see his lover, so he went to the place that old man Zhang arranged for him in a low-key manner. Only one person knew that this place was Lan Song.

This kid is from investigative information, even if you don't tell him, it's hard to guarantee that he won't come to the door himself.

He took the key and opened the door. It was a small house, with one bedroom and one living room only about [-] square meters. The refrigerator in the room was slowly being filled, and there was enough food. There was an old man lying in the room at the moment.

Shen Yan was not polite, as soon as he put the box on the ground, he went over and kicked the man who raised the uncle on the sofa, Lan Song screamed

"I said, do you still have a conscience, huh? I have been busy with the mess you threw over for more than four months, and you are going to kill the donkey as soon as you come back?"

Shen Yan sat beside him, took a glass of water from the table, and nodded

"You're right, I just kill the donkey."

Lan Song heard the meaning of his words, glared at him, and ignored him.

Shen Yan glanced at him sideways, and asked him a little hesitantly

"Have you checked?"

Lan Song sighed, he knew what he was asking, and took out a cowhide bag from the table behind and handed it to him

"His news for the past eight months is here. You can see for yourself. I have to go back to the bureau."

Said that Lan Song put on his clothes and slipped away. He found out what was inside, so he naturally knew what it was. It is better for him to look at it quietly by himself at this time.

Shen Yan held the somewhat thick kraft paper bag, and sat back on the sofa. His hands trembling slightly as he unwrapped the bag, he was afraid, he was afraid that the news he would see would be that the person had a bad life these past few months.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, how could it be okay?That person is alone now, but he hasn't heard from him for eight months, how could he live well?

After opening the cowhide bag, the first page that was taken out was the medical records of the hospital that Qi Muye often went to, Shen Yan didn't even dare to open it to read.

He settled down and opened it. In the past eight months, he has been hospitalized three times. The first time was when he had just left for less than a week, and the most recent one was last week. It means that this person was just discharged from the hospital this week. .

He also had an operation for gastric bleeding, Shen Yan suddenly saw two words, 'heart failure', his heart also tightened with these two words, he put down the case in vain, and was stunned. Sitting on the sofa, covering your face with your hands, how could this be, how could this be?

His eyes were dry and painful, but he couldn't shed a single tear. After all, he hurt the person who loved him the most. Even though he had all kinds of righteousness and reasons, he still couldn't forgive himself.

He has an urge, an urge to run to him right now, but he can't go, eight months is the eight months that countless people have devoted their efforts to, eight months that can wipe out the moths inside, like this Opportunities are bought by many people with their lives, but all he can do is patience.

After he came back, he didn't get a good night's sleep. 'Thinking Night' had officially opened two months ago, and the coach inside was directly recruited by K from abroad, but his mind was not in this city at all. Unprecedented access to the club itself with "imitation guns".

'Siye' is the name Shen Yan gave the club, and the meaning is self-explanatory. There are ten floors in the club, and only the top floor has been vacated by someone. He has been studying blueprints these days, and the top floor belongs to that club. For people, he has to arrange it himself.

A month passed quietly, nine months, they have been separated for nine full months.

Qi Muye repeated the daily content day after day, it was already winter, he was hospitalized again this month because of a fever, he had just returned to the company, the secretary came to report that the boss of a partner had invited him to visit on Friday "Thinking Night" talks about cooperation.

Qi Muye was stunned for a moment when he heard the name "Si Ye". He knew, he knew that the club was what Shen Yan had always wanted to build before, and that he had helped him get the land back then, but Shen Yan left before it was time to build it. , Later this club was established, and he also sent someone to check and knew that Shen Yan might have explained it before, but it had been open for two months, and he still hadn't set foot there, but at this moment he still hesitated.

[The author has something to say:]

sorry everyone

This chapter didn't let Mr. Qi and Yan Gouzi meet, but soon

I promise they can meet in the next chapter

I don’t know who to feel sorry for in this chapter

"Mr. Mo's True Fragrance" next door asks for acceptance