Wintering

"Brother Chen, why are you always absent-minded recently, as if you have lost your soul."

Xiao Wang used medical cotton swabs to help Chen Yue treat the wound scratched by the cat on the back of his elbow, and asked, "During the operation just now, the cat's eyelids were moving, and it is about to wake up, why are you so stupid? Where."

Chen Yue also didn't expect that the cat would wake up early during the operation, and because he didn't have much rest these days, his reaction was a bit slow, so he scratched the cat.

There was a long, red and raised wound, with blood oozing from the head, but it didn't hurt much.

After bandaging Chen Yue, Xiao Wang looked at his listless face, "What's wrong, it's written all over his face that there's no love in life, broken love?"

Chen Yue looked up at him.

Xiao Wang is not afraid of him, on the contrary, he is happy: "I am poked at the center, and become angry from embarrassment? No way, Brother Chen."

Chen Yue ignored him and swiped his phone with his head down.

Xiao Wang's curiosity was aroused: "When did you fall in love? You concealed it so tightly, you treat me as an outsider. This is it. Tell your brother, maybe there is still room for redemption."

It took Chen Yue a while to speak out, his voice muffled: "I didn't talk about it. Don't ask. Leave me alone for a while."

Xiao Wang shrugged and let him go, "Okay. By the way, you are on duty tonight, don't forget."

The door is closed.The hurried footsteps in the corridor, the sound of talking, and the sound of dogs barking were isolated.

There is a hot burning sensation at the wound.

For pet assistants, these injuries are very common. Chen Yue is not a person who is afraid of pain, so he doesn't pay attention to such minor injuries.

It's just that he suddenly remembered the scene when he was scratched by a puppy a few days ago, when Mo Dong frowned and applied medicine to him, and he suddenly felt that the injury was more difficult than before.

Chen Yue was sitting on a stool in the lounge, holding a mobile phone, repeatedly checking someone's circle of friends.

Mo Dong seldom posts on Moments, and the few posts are about the company and work, and the background of the space is also default, without signature or status.

Even the avatar is the default.

Chen Yue looked at the indifferent gray human silhouette in the small box, without facial features or expression, just like a shadow figure in a crowd portrait, floating like a transparent jellyfish in the sea, and will disappear in the next second.

That day, Mo Dong said he was leaving.

He wanted to persuade him to stay, but when he reached the point of his mouth, he realized that he had no position at all.

As a friend?But shouldn't a friend be happy for his promotion at this moment?

Still as the "lover" that no one takes seriously.

Chen Yue wanted to be friends with Mo Dong for life, and he even thought that he might marry a certain girl and have children in the future.

However, that should be a long, long time later.

He never thought that Mo Dong would take the initiative to leave early.

But Mo Dong will leave in the end, won't he?He can't be so selfish, dragging Mo Dong, but not responding to his feelings, if he really does this, maybe they can't even be friends in the end, even, even...

Maybe this is the best ending.

Two places apart, greetings occasionally, conveying not too much thoughts on holidays, just like thousands of pairs of ordinary friends.

That's fine.

No?

but.

but.

But why, he is so uncomfortable now that he is dying.

Chen Yue thought for a long time, and finally clicked on Mo Dong's WeChat call page. The earliest record was deleted when the phone was cleaned, and only the conversation from a week ago remained.

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Mo Dong: What kind of soup do you want to eat?

Mo Dong: Picture (a bunch of white and fat mouth mushrooms)

Mo Dong: Pictures (Several Big Eggs)

He replied: it's all right.

Mo Dong: good

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When Chen Yue saw this message, he clicked on the picture and wanted to save it, but found that it had expired.He remembered that he was on duty that day and couldn't go back. Mo Dong didn't want him to eat takeaway, so he made mushroom soup at home and cooked noodles for him.The colleague also asked if he sent it from his girlfriend.He said at the time that they were friends.However, which friend will carefully prepare three meals a day for him because he is worried about his stomach problems, and even send him soup regardless of the weather?

Obviously he has been using the excuse of his friends to enjoy Mo Dong's care with peace of mind.

He couldn't help thinking about these days, what kind of mood did Mo Dong do these things?

Thinking about it, my empty stomach began to ache.

He took some medicine casually and continued to swipe down the communication record.

Later, he was not so busy at work, and he could talk about anything face to face, and the WeChat conversations between the two of them were less.

The last one is from yesterday.

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Mo Dong: I have arrived in City C.

He replied, "Okay, stay safe."

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Chen Yue clicked on the dialog box, and the cursor kept flickering, as if he was constantly urging him.

But what to say?

He has a lot to say, such as "How's the weather in City C?", "Are you still used to the new residence?", "Is work going well?"

But he didn't even dare to say these words about Zuo Gu.

After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to give up in dejection. When he was about to close the dialog box, the note name on the top of the screen suddenly changed to "the other party is typing", which made his hands tremble and the phone fell to the ground.

His heart was beating uncontrollably, and he could hear the throbbing pulse on his temple.

With trembling hands, I picked up the phone and pressed it to light up. There was still nothing on the dialog box, but it still showed that the other party was typing.

He carefully placed the phone flat on the table, reluctant to blink his eyes.

Mo Dong seemed to be typing very slowly, and it took a long time (actually only 3 minutes) before he sent the message.

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Mo Dong: Chen Yue, I forgot to mention yesterday, I ordered a pack of cat food online for the cat a few days ago, it will arrive tomorrow, when will it be convenient for you to sign for it at home.

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Looking at this text message, Chen Yue felt a little disappointed for some reason, as if his expectations had been dashed.

What is he looking forward to?

He couldn't tell himself.

Chen Yue typed slowly: "Today I am on the night shift, and tomorrow I will be at home during the day."

It took a while for Mo Dong to send a message: "I'll ask him to deliver it around five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

A few seconds later, another message came: "Will this point disturb you to rest?"

"No." Chen Yue replied quickly.

Afterwards, Mo Dong didn't send any more messages, and the top of the screen changed back to the quiet note name again.

Chen Yue stared at the phone in a daze for a long time, until his colleague came to ask him to go out to help, then silently put the phone back into his pocket.

***

At night, only he and another male colleague on duty were left in the hospital.

If there are no small animals in the emergency room in the middle of the night, it is generally easier to be on the night shift. Change the dressings, check the body, add water, prepare supper and so on for the small animals in the hospital on time.

Colleagues take a nap on the desk in the office after finishing their work.

Chen Yue covered him with a blanket and went to the storage room alone.

As soon as he entered the door, the little gray dog ​​in the cage raised his front paws excitedly, stood up and lay down on the cage, with a pink tongue hanging down, and big black currant-like eyes shining brightly. barking.

Chen Yue opened the cage, and the puppy came out, sat obediently on the ground, looked up at him eagerly.

Chen Yue brought it a canned meat, it lowered its head curiously, sniffed it, and tried to take a bite, but it probably seldom ate any meat, so it eagerly buried its head in it, wagging its tail into a small trumpet, and pushed the canned food away. It had to go to the left for a while, and then to the right for a while, making a harsh friction sound on the ground.

Chen Yue helped it hold the can, and touched its back. It had grown a lot of new hair, but it felt a little dry, probably due to lack of nutrition.

He just kept looking at it quietly, his big soft ears shaking from time to time, looking cute and cute.

I can't figure out why anyone would be willing to abandon it?

The connection in this world is sometimes so fragile, like a rope in the wind, as long as one party lets go, or the two parties do not hold tightly at a certain moment, once the wind blows, there will be no connection.

Chen Yue laughed at himself.

After the puppy finished eating, he leaned over and licked his hand fawningly with his wet tongue, making a little grunt.

Chen Yue sat down, held it in his arms, and said softly: "Now I am the same as you, I have no home."

The little dog didn't understand, but he still fell on the ground, showing his snow-white belly and acting like a baby to him.