Rebirth of the Canary in Captivity

Shen An still did not escape the fate of being in contact with Song Yang, and Fu Yunqi refused to let him out of the hospital at all.

The reason is that Shen An's hands will be used to hold paintbrushes and make designs in the future. If they don't recover well, it is easy to leave sequelae.

Now that he has said so, Shen An has no reason to refuse, he accepted the rehabilitation with peace of mind.

Song Yang's massage technique is very professional, Shen An has made a long time of psychological preparation, and didn't think about how to face him, so he had to turn his head away and let himself divert his attention.

When Fu Yunqi entered the door, he saw such an awkward scene.

His eyes darkened, and he walked over to interrupt Song Yang's massage.

"Doctor Song, you have worked hard."

In this day and age, it is common for two men to be together, Song Yang was not too surprised, and got up to move away from Shen An's side.

Fu Yunqi handed the plastic bag in front of Song Yang, "I hope Dr. Song can accept it."

Shen An looked at Fu Yunqi, then at Song Yang, and suddenly had a strange idea in his heart.

Song Yang didn't pick up the bag of red apples, but straightened the folds of his white coat, smiled, "Mr. Fu is too polite, this is my job."

Knowing that the relationship between the two was unusual, he quickly walked out of the ward after saying goodbye to Shen An, and even closed the door tightly.

Fu Yunqi, who was rejected, raised his eyebrows, "He is a principled doctor."

Hearing Fu Yunqi's evaluation of Song Yang, Shen An pursed his lips and smiled, "Indeed, he is very nice. He was the one who helped me drive Qin Zheng away last time. I didn't expect him to still have such a sense of justice..."

Shen An realized that he had slipped up, and quickly changed the subject, "Mr. Fu finished work early today?"

"I heard that you want to eat apples, so I'll come over as soon as the meeting is over."

Thinking that Fu Yunqi didn't notice that he deliberately changed the topic, Shen An breathed a sigh of relief, "I just said it casually, Xiaowen even told you this, this child..."

Fu Yunqi fetched a fruit knife, and sat in front of the trash can to concentrate on peeling the skin. Shen An moved his wrist, resting his cheek, quietly watching the afternoon sun slide over Fu Yunqi's shoulders and back.

This scene was so beautiful that even Xiaowen, who was standing at the door and looking in, couldn't help but sigh "The years are quiet", and then lowered his head and continued to play mobile games.

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While eating the apple, Shen An thought about what Xiaowen told him a few days ago, and thought he should ask Fu Yunqi.

But how to ask is a technical task.

After struggling for a while, Shen An put down the toothpick in his hand, and handed the fruit plate to Fu Yunqi.

Fu Yunqi took it and placed it directly on the table beside the bed.

Pursing his lips, Shen An opened his mouth cautiously.

"Mr. Fu...do you like Xiaochi very much?"

Hearing this, Fu Yunqi raised his hand to hold the water glass for a moment, then turned his head and asked with interest, "Why would Xiao An ask about this?"

It seemed that he was really interested, and Shen An understood it, "Mr. Fu should like people with aura and responsibility."

"So? What does Xiao An want to say?"

Shen An thought for a while, "Mr. Fu thinks...how is Dr. Song?"

Fu Yunqi's eyes tightened, his brows furrowed, and his face turned ugly.

Shen An couldn't see Fu Yunqi's expression, and continued, "I think Mr. Fu and Dr. Song are a good match. He is good-looking and capable. Mr. Fu's family will be satisfied."

Matching Song Yang and Fu Yunqi was not a matter of Shen An's whim. He had considered many possibilities, but he had too little, so he could only give Song Yang the few resources he had.

Fu Yunqi treats him well, and so does Song Yang. Shen An wishes that Fu Yunqi would take Song Yang away from him, the farther the better.

The sufferings suffered in the previous life must not be repeated in this life.

But he completely ignored Fu Yunqi's thoughts.

Fu Yunqi stared at Shen An's eyes with complicated emotions, he clenched his fingers, trying not to have an attack.

"...I asked Dr. Song, he also likes men, and he is on the side..." This matter was asked by Shen An in his previous life.

"Shen An, do you know what you are talking about?"

Sensing Fu Yunqi's anger, Shen An straightened his back, "Of course I know, Mr. Fu."

After a pause, Shen An smiled wryly, "I'm not a qualified bed partner, let alone a perfect marriage partner, and I have no use value for Mr. Fu, so Mr. Fu doesn't need to indulge me, just let me fend for myself. "

This is Shen An's true thought. He has already provoked Qin Zheng, and I am afraid that he will not be able to get rid of that person in his life.

Instead of bringing disasters to other people, it is better to let him, the disaster star, fend for himself.

"Shen An!" Fu Yunqi lost his temper in a rare way. He felt that Shen An was a little baffled, and even wondered if he knew something.

But in fact, Shen An is just purely inferior.

Only now did Shen An realize how slim it is to take revenge on Qin Zheng.

He is too small to hurt anyone at all.

"I heard from Xiaowen that your car was bombed a few days ago, and the company was accused of copyright infringement..." Shen An looked up and sighed deeply, "I don't want Mr. Fu to be affected because of me... Maybe it's a bit of a shame to say that. I'm not ashamed to say it, but Mr. Fu knows what I mean - Qin Zheng is an unscrupulous lunatic, he can't win..."

Every accident with disastrous consequences was backlogged in Shen An's heart, and he blamed himself more and more, and became more and more inferior.

All the pressure accumulated to a certain extent, Shen An could only choose to escape.

"Then have you asked Dr. Song?" Fu Yunqi tried his best to restrain his anger and asked.

"Not yet, not yet."

Doctor Song may not agree, but Shen An feels that with Fu Yunqi's charm, nothing is impossible.

"I don't agree." Fu Yunqi categorically rejected the idea imposed on him by Shen An, "Don't mention this matter again."

Shen An opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but because Fu Yunqi's words got stuck in his throat.

Fu Yunqi said that what he likes is Koike.

Shen An was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little bewildered, he only felt numb in his heart, his nose was astringent, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body.

He didn't know what happened to him, why he felt so sad.

"So it's like this..." Shen An bit her lips, her smile was uglier than crying, "I made my own decision, I'm sorry Mr. Fu."

When the conversation reached this point, neither of them was in the mood to continue. Fu Yunqi looked coldly at Shen An, whose shoulders had slumped, and his inner anger continued to swell.

He wanted to ask Shen An why he was so anxious to push himself to others, if he felt a sense of accomplishment, and why it was so difficult to stay by his side honestly.

Fu Yunqi thought a lot, but all he said was a cold warning, "Remember your own identity, don't think about it."

Shen An nodded silently, lowered his head to look at the lines on his palm, and soon he heard the sound of footsteps closing the door and leaving.

My own identity... It's not that Shen An has never thought about the relationship between himself and Fu Yunqi.

Deep in love, he mistakenly thought that the two of them could be lovers or bed partners with a high degree of compatibility several times.

In daily life, the two are more like roommates who do not interfere with each other.

But in fact, they are just clients and prostitutes without contract restrictions.

It's his self-promotion and self-indulgence.Shen An looked away sadly, feeling that the world was becoming more and more suffocating.

After thinking about it, Shen An picked up the phone.

"...Miss Fu, can you do me a favor?"

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When he hung up the phone, Song Yang was pushing the door and entering with his hands in his pockets, as if he wanted to say something to Shen An.

Shen An patted the side of the bed, "Sit."

Song Yang didn't sit down, but approached a little closer, narrowing his eyes and looking at Shen An suspiciously.

"Doctor Song?" Shen An felt that he had done something wrong and dared not look Song Yang in the eye.

Song Yang stretched out his hand to Shen An, Shen An was taken aback, and heard him urging, "Give me your arm, I haven't finished my rehabilitation in the afternoon."

"Oh." Shen An raised her arm obediently, watching Song Yang's fingers pressing back and forth on her arm quietly.

After a while, Song Yang asked, "Mr. Shen is not satisfied with my job?"

Shen An shook his head, "No, why did Doctor Song ask such a question?"

"I was scolded by the dean, he said."

Shen An suddenly remembered how unhappy Fu Yunqi was when he left, and sighed inwardly.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Song...it might be Mr. Fu..."

"You two are lovers, you still call him Mr. Fu?"

Shen An didn't know what to say for a moment, he finally sighed, "It's not what you think."

Song Yang shrugged, "I think Mr. Fu treats you very well. There is no filial son before the bed for a long time, but he can find time to see you every day. It's very rare."

This was from a doctor's point of view, Shen An smiled helplessly and didn't answer.

After the massage, Song Yang directed Shen An to do several sets of rehabilitation. Finally, Shen An invited him to eat at the restaurant of the inpatient department, and Song Yang did not refuse.

After eating, the two walked along the small garden to digest food. Shen An always walked a step slower than Song Yang, watching him secretly from his side.

The two chatted one after another, and got along very well.

It's just that Shen An didn't see the sinister eyes looking down from the tall buildings.

Sending Shen An to the entrance of the inpatient building, Song Yang said goodbye to him, Shen An sent him away gently with his eyes, the sadness in his heart was diluted by the quietness and warmth at the moment.

Xiao Wen took a coat and put it on Shen An's shoulders, and said with concern, "Mr. Shen, let's go back to the ward."

Shen An reluctantly withdrew his gaze, gathered the clothes on his shoulders, and nodded.

Before going to bed at night, Xiao Wen brought Shen An a glass of milk.

Shen An is not very used to drinking before going to bed, but after hearing from Xiaowen that she has been restless in sleep recently, she took the milk cup from him.

After drinking this cup, there really was no dream all night, but when changing clothes in the morning, Shen An found some inexplicable bruises on his body.

It was just some small traces, Shen An didn't take it to heart.

Fu Xingyue quickly gave him an answer - she agreed that Shen An would officially become a member of the studio and enjoy the same salary as a designer, but only if he produced decent works.

Shen An thought about it carefully, and sent Fu Xingyue the design drafts that he had not made public when he was in college and the entries that had won awards anonymously, but he waited until the evening and did not get a reply.

"What's on your mind?" During the break, Song Yang took a bite of an apple and asked carelessly.

Shen An withdrew his gaze from looking at the phone screen, and sighed, "I'm waiting for the result."

Although he didn't know what result he was waiting for, Song Yang could feel that this result should be very important to him.

He patted Shen An on the shoulder, "Don't worry, there will be good results."

Shen An forced a smile, and after listening to Song Yang's words, he really felt much better.

"I'm also waiting for the results. Recently, the hospital is judging the best and the first, and my family is pressing me hard to get a ranking."

Hearing such a real complaint, Shen An laughed from the bottom of his heart, "You must be fine."

"Forget it," Song Yang waved his hand, "It's better for me to save lives and heal the wounded in peace and stability. Being rich and powerful is not suitable for me."

This sentence is very familiar, Song Yang also said the same in the last life.

Staring blankly at Song Yang's familiar face, Shen An suppressed her smile, and her eyes turned red again.

[The author has something to say: The next chapter persecutes Dr. Song

Let me say in advance that old Fu is not human hhh

Good night in advance~]

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