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Zhou Yu'an covered his face and went back to his home, circling dizzily in the living room like clockwork, and finally calmed down a little after taking a shower. He put on the goose yellow cotton pajamas, lay on the bed and rolled around. good news.

"Xu Xing, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Zhou Yu'an tried his best to hold back a smile and said seriously.

Xu Xing didn't know where it was, but there was a knocking sound, panting and lazily said: "Good news."

"I'm not single anymore!"

"...the bad news?"

"You will be a lonely single dog from now on!"

Xu Xing snorted heavily and hung up the phone, Zhou Yu'an didn't take it seriously, and immediately called Song Dixin, Song Dixin sincerely wished him a few words, and his image in Zhou Yu'an's heart instantly grew taller.

He turned around and sent twenty red envelopes with the largest amount in the company's large group, "a happy marriage", "a happy marriage for a hundred years", "a match made in heaven", "forever together"... Finally, he really couldn't think of words , enter "Long live the doctor" in the last red envelope.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he was still very excited. He hugged the pillow and checked the time. It was only 11:30. Zhong Fuchu should not have slept, right?So I texted him.

"Is your boyfriend asleep?"

Zhong Fu came back quickly: "No, you go to bed early."

Zhou Yu'an hugged his mobile phone and smirked. He rolled from the west side of the bed to the east side, struggling to pick the sheets, and finally mustered up the courage to send a line: "I want to sleep with you."

But once he sent it, he felt ashamed and continued to send it in a hurry: "It's the kind of motionless sleep."

But Zhong Fuchu didn't reply, Zhou Yu'an wondered if he was too eager?But he really just wanted to simply sleep together.

He was holding the phone and staring at the screen. After 2 minutes, there was still no reply. His mood fell to the bottom like bungee jumping. He was about to turn off the phone, but the phone suddenly vibrated. It was Zhong Fuchu's call!

"Come out." Zhong Fuchu said concisely.

Zhou Yu'an was stunned before he realized it, jumped up from the bed, put on his slippers and ran outside, his legs almost tripped over each other, he opened the door, and Zhong Fuchu was standing at the door, wearing a nightgown.

"Just picked up a hospital..." Zhong Fuchu lowered his head to explain, before he finished speaking, the person in front of him threw himself on him, his neck was tightly embraced by two arms, and his whole thin body was pressed against it.

"I thought you ignored me." Zhou Yu'an tiptoed into Zhong Fuchu's neck, rubbed his lips against his collarbone, and said in a low voice, "If you ignore me, I will..."

Zhong Fuchu smelled the smell of milky shower gel, he stretched out one hand to wrap around Zhou Yuan's waist and leaned towards himself, turned his face slightly and said in a low voice: "That's all?"

"Just... I like you less than a hundred, no, one ten-thousandth." Zhou Yu'an couldn't stand on tiptoes, let go of his arms and got off Zhong Fuchu's body.

Zhong Fuchu pinched Xia Zhou Yu'an's waist with his fingers through the pure cotton pajamas, lowered his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Then how can I make up for it?"

Zhou Yu'an struggled fearfully, tilted his head to think for a while, and said with a smile, "You can make it up by kissing me once."

Zhong Fuchu hugged Zhou Yu'an's waist, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Is it all right?"

Zhou Yu'an shook his head with a smile, and said, "I want to kiss your forehead too!" He put his hands on Zhong Fuchu's shoulders, and tried to reach his forehead on tiptoes, but he couldn't reach it. I can't do it, I regret that I didn't drink more milk when I was growing up.

But in the next second his waist was tightly hugged by both hands, his toes were lifted off the ground, his field of vision suddenly became much higher, and Zhong Fuchu lifted him up.

He bent his eyes, stamped a stamp dedicated to Zhou Yu'an on Zhong Fuchu's forehead, and then he was put down.

"Let's go." Zhong Fuchu said.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Zhou Yu'an didn't react.

Zhong Fuchu was a little helpless: "Didn't you say you want to sleep together?"

Zhou Yu Anwu blushed, so Zhong Fuchu came to pick him up to sleep?

"I, I'll go and turn off the lights at home first." After he finished speaking, he rushed into the room, turned off the lights in the room, ran out, and went to the next door with Zhong Fuchu.

"Hey, where did that Pikachu go?" Zhou Yu'an looked at Zhong Fuchu's empty bed, where there used to be a huge Pikachu doll.

Zhong Fuchu took out a thin blanket from the closet and put it on the other side of the bed, and said, "Aren't you?"

Zhou Yu'an was stunned, turned his back and smiled softly, and found that the desk lamp he gave to Zhong Fuchu was on the bedside table, he quickly turned it on, and squatted to watch it wagging its tail.

"It seems that not only have you not been excluded, but you have also been favored in the harem." He propped his cheek and whispered.

Just as Zhong Fuchu found a pillow, seeing Zhou Yu'an squatting there muttering, he walked over and rubbed his hair, and asked, "Is this pillow okay?"

Zhou Yu'an stood up and took the pillow, he likes soft pillows, this one is a bit hard, but now he can do anything for a stiff neck, so he nodded and boasted: "It calms the mind and brain, cools and relieves heat, it's a good pillow, I like it!"

"Then go to sleep." Zhong Fuchu turned off the overhead light, and in an instant, only the warm yellow light of Pikachu's desk lamp was left in the room, which slowly diffused in the dark night.

Zhou Yu'an placed his own pillow next to Zhong Fuchu's pillow, and they were close together before he lay down on the bed and asked:

"Can you leave the lamp on?"

"Yes." Zhong Fuchu unfolded the thin blanket and covered Zhou Yu'an, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, and said in a low voice, "Good night."

"Good night." Zhou Yu'an licked the corner of his mouth, smiled and closed his eyes.

Both of them were lying flat, really motionless, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Zhou Yu'an looked sideways, and found that Zhong Fuchu had closed his eyes, so he stared intently at his side face, seeing his straight nose bridge and tight lips, which were still somewhat sharp in the hazy light.

He suddenly remembered that on the first night in the hospital, when Zhong Fuchu intubated him, he was so close to him, no, very far away. The other side is out of reach.

But now, they are sleeping in the same bed, the closest distance in the world.

Flying with joy all night, it was only at this time that he landed safely.

But his chest was still throbbing.

"I like you so much."

In the middle of the night, Zhou Yu'an whispered in the thick warm light.

The person beside him turned sideways and hugged him into his arms, whispering in his ear:

"Me too."

Xu Xing was sweating profusely when planing wood when he received Zhou Yu'an's flaunting call. After hanging up the phone, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and saw Ye Lang hammering nails with a hammer.

"I said, Dr. Ye, it's not expensive to buy a wooden cabinet. I can buy one right now. Why do I have to do it myself?" President Xu never did carpentry at such a young age. He didn't expect to develop a new map of life tonight.

Ye Lang nailed a cabinet door neatly, and said without turning his head: "Grandpa has been talking about making these old wooden doors into a cabinet. He can't bear it now, why don't I make it for him, and completely break his sleep?" Think about it."

Xu Xing couldn't plan, he sat panting, he really didn't understand what Zhong Muyuan was thinking, let alone why Ye Lang insisted on coming back to do carpentry on such a good day as Saturday.

Ye Lang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, if you feel tired, you can go back, and I can do it by myself."

Today when he got off work, Xu Xing blocked the door of the office, trying to invite him to dinner in different ways. If Ye Lang didn't understand this person's purpose, he would have lived for 30 years in vain. He couldn't evade it, and followed him all the way here. Thinking about letting this person suffer a little bit.

But Xu Xing didn't give up, and started to plan wood with his head down again, and said boldly: "Since I promised to help you, I will help you to the end, isn't it a carpenter, I still don't lack strength."

He didn't want to be looked down upon by Ye Lang, so he planed more vigorously, but was soon stopped by Ye Lang: "It's going to be pierced again, follow the line I drew and cut it off from here."

Xu Xingwen said that he put down the plane, picked up the saw and made a full posture, but he didn't expect that the saw was not working well, and saw it crookedly without paying attention.

"..." Ye Lang drove Xu Xing away, and went into battle by sawing off the plank.

Standing aside, Xu Xing shrugged his eyebrows and asked, "Is there... anything else I can do to help?"

Ye Lang looked around, called a child to come over with sandpaper, and handed it to Xu Xingdao: "Use this to smooth the wooden board over there."

"Okay." Xu Xing thought it would be easy, and hurriedly took the sandpaper to grind the wooden board.

Ye Lang looked at his back and sighed.

Xu Xing relaxed his hands, and he had to relax again, and asked: "Doctor Ye, are all of you here so versatile?" He simply didn't know what else Ye Lang couldn't do.

Ye Lang was digging a simple mortise and tenon, and said without panting: "The conditions in the garden were not good before, and many things were made by myself, such as the chair you are sitting on now, it was a friend and I many years ago. We did it together."

"..." Xu Xing got off the chair and squatted to grind the board, "What about playing chess? Was it taught by our grandfather?"

Ye Lang admired this man's thick skin, and said while waving the hammer: "My grandfather used to be a professor at Wenda University, and he can be regarded as proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some could play the flute, but I didn’t have a good sense of music, so I learned to play chess.”

After he finished speaking, he remembered that period of time. Although the conditions in the garden were difficult, there was fragrance in all seasons, the sound of the piano and flute was endless, important people were still by his side, and his heart was not far away.

When Xu Xing saw Ye Lang lost his mind, he knew that he was thinking about the surname Zhong again, but now he had been poached by his brother. Thinking of this, besides being unhappy, he also felt a little inexplicably distressed. He stopped the sandpaper in his hand, so Make a deep way:

"Doctor Ye, only a fool would wait foolishly. You are standing there, and others have already traveled thousands of miles, so I advise you not to wait at all. Change your perspective and look at other people around you, maybe Is there anything better?"

Ye Lang's eyes sank, she didn't speak, but she swung the hammer harder.

He just felt that this uninvited person was really hateful, always poking at the most painful place in his heart, as if he would not give up until his wound was bloody torn open, and he would not let it go until he saw him cry.

He was distracted for a moment, he didn't pay attention to the hammer in his hand, and the next second it hit the nail of his thumb. Shen Rui's pain instantly spread from his fingertips to his limbs, but he just frowned fiercely, holding back his pain. speak out.

But Xu Xing still noticed it, and immediately put down the sandpaper and strode over, pulled Ye Lang up from the ground, held his injured hand, and saw that the nails hadn't fallen off, but blood had quickly accumulated under the nails.

"Does it hurt? Oh, it hurts just looking at it." Xu Xing's eyebrows almost stood up. He held Ye Lang's hand tightly. Said: "Are you dumb? No matter how painful it is, you don't cry!"

"It doesn't hurt, I'm fine." Ye Lang said coldly, breaking away from Xu Xing's hand.

"It's so fucking painful that your hands are trembling and it still doesn't hurt. Do you really feel like an iron man? You sit here and wait for me!"

Xu Xing's tone was irritable, and those who didn't know thought he had smashed his hands. He pushed Ye Lang on the chair and sat down arrogantly. He quickly ran into the room and filled hot water with a mineral water bottle. He came out and squatted beside Ye Lang. said:

"Fortunately, you don't need to pull out your armor depending on the situation. Just apply a hot compress to revive the congestion." He grabbed Ye Lang's injured thumb and pressed it on the hot water bottle, as if he was a doctor.

Ye Lang didn't struggle this time, and let him hold on silently.

Xu Xing held the other's hand on his own initiative, and after a while, he found a drop of water falling. He turned his head in surprise and saw Ye Lang's eyes were red.

"What's the matter? You only feel the pain now?" Xu Xing restrained his temper, and coaxed, "How about I brag to you?"

He saw Ye Lang shook his head, but the water dripped more and more, like rain on the old eaves, falling in a patter.

In Xu Xing's life, he hated seeing beautiful women cry the most, and his anger had already disappeared, so he rarely whispered, "What's the matter? Did something not go well at work? Was he bullied by the patient's family?"

But when he thought about it, with Ye Lang's ability, no family member of a patient who doesn't have eyesight would dare to bully him, right?

He was about to ask, was it because he was broken in love?He heard Ye Lang cry in a voice he had never heard before:

"I didn't wait."