bucket list

Jian Changche looked helplessly at the reminder of the WeChat wallet - this was the Nth time that the transfer he sent to Zongchi was automatically returned.At first, the remark of this transfer was "balloon", Zong Chi clearly saw it, and replied with other messages, but he just didn't accept the money.The money was automatically refunded the next day, and Jian Changche transferred it again, and it went on like this for many days.The text content of the red envelope gradually changed to: "Hurry up!" "Do you want to order?" "Are you annoying?" and a string of ellipses.

Jian Changche's head was full of anger, but Zong Chi was very happy when he received the news on the other side. He seemed to be able to see Jian Changche's frowning brows and annoyed single eyelid through those exclamation marks and question marks. The joy reached its peak when we ran into each other in front of a fast food restaurant in the city center one afternoon.

"What are you doing?"

Zong Chi happened to be back from a business trip. He went to the company for a walk in the afternoon. He didn't drive. He didn't expect to meet Jian Changche when he went out.

The other party's brows tightened again, and the lips turned silently.

"What?" Zong Chi really didn't hear clearly.

"Buy ice cream!"

"Oh." Zong Chi nodded, followed him two steps, wondering, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Jian Changche held up the cone: "It's none of your business."

Zong Chi was a little confused and said, "If you don't want to eat it, can I eat it? I haven't eaten ice cream for a long time."

"Of course not." Jian Changche glared at him.

Zong Chi felt aggrieved: "Why?"

Jian Changche finally couldn't take it anymore: "I didn't buy it for myself, but for... a child."

Zong Chi understood: "Patient?" He thought for a while, then asked: "Then why don't you just let me take it there. It's just downstairs from my company, and didn't I send a message saying I'll see you later?" past."

Appeared again, Jian Changche's magical language that only moved his lips but didn't make a sound.

"What did you say?" Zong Chi leaned in his ear.

"I don't want you to buy it! Because you don't charge money!"

Zong Chi was stunned.

"puff--"

Jian Changche threatened: "If you dare to laugh out loud, try."

Zong Chi: "Pfft ha ha ha ha ha!"

Jian Changche was so angry that he turned around and left, but he still had a trembling ice cream cone in his hand, so he couldn't walk very fast.

"But this ice cream is only a few yuan!" Zong Chi hurriedly chased after him, still couldn't help laughing, "Besides, isn't this what we do together?"

"That's different. I asked you to buy it for me. A few dollars is money!" Jian Changche muttered in a low voice: "A few dollars lends my dignity!"

"Hahahahaha, why are you so cute?" Zong Chi stretched out his hand to paw him, but realized that Jian Changche was really upset, so he hurriedly said, "No, I don't eat and drink at your house every day. Give me money. Look, if you count food, water and electricity, I still owe you money."

Jian Changche's expression softened a little when he heard this—indeed, because Zong Chi Laolai stayed at his house, the food expenses have almost doubled recently.

"If I chase you every day and ask, oops, I took a shower yesterday, how much is the water bill, how much is the electricity bill, and I will pay you back, isn't it very interesting."

Jian Changche glanced at him sideways, and finally his face didn't smell so bad - Zong Chi had indeed been hanging out at his house a lot during this time.Zong Chi naturally had to work during the day, and if he wanted to continue fulfilling his obligations as a "member of the bucket list completion team", most of them could only come here after get off work, and it was probably already evening by then.It would be fine if Jian Changche was on the small night shift, and the two of them could leave together at midnight, but if it was a big night shift, Zong Chi would often stay with him until dawn. Still have to keep working.

I remember that one morning, Zong Chi sat on the back seat of the battery car as usual, and dozed off quietly on his back. Jian Changche couldn't help but said, "Don't come here for the night shift in the future, and you don't have anything to do at night."

"But I have to work during the day..." Zong Chi said drowsily.

Jian Changche was a little speechless - to be honest, when Zong Chi first proposed that he also wanted to fulfill the last wishes of the patients with him, Jian Changche only thought he was the first picture.After all, Zong Chi's grandmother had just passed away at that time, so he must have some regrets about not being filial as a junior.But when summer went to winter, Zong Chi was still very active in participating in this cause that was originally only Jian Changche's own obsession.

Most of those wishes are insignificant - a childhood memory snack, an old photo lost in time, an old friend who has not said goodbye, a little thing that has never been tried.Jian Changche thought that Zong Chi would get bored soon.

It's like he should soon get tired of the relationship between the two that started suddenly and continued inexplicably.

But he doesn't seem to have it yet.

"And I don't want to go back to my own home, and I can't sleep when I go back." Zong Chi said vaguely, "I like your home."

Jian Changche's heart skipped a beat, but she still said: "What's so good about my house, don't you always complain about the toilet?"

"It's a bit abnormal to have the toilet outside the door." Zong Chi shifted his shoulders and found a comfortable angle to rest his head on. "But your house is warmer."

Nonsense, Jian Changche thought to himself, Zong Chi's high-end apartment not only has central air-conditioning but also floor heating, and his house only has two oil heaters.

"And the neighbors are good too," Zong Chi continued, "I don't even know my neighbors, and your grandma downstairs even gave me oranges."

"Thank you, it was given to me. Grandma just thinks you are suspicious." Jian Changche said speechlessly, "It's good for you, I ate it all."

Since last Tuesday, Zong Chi has not been back to his apartment for seven consecutive days, and stays at Jian Changche's house intermittently between business trips.Compared with the cold elevator flat, he prefers this smoky neighborhood and this cozy one-bedroom apartment.Although he has accidentally locked himself in the corridor more than once, although he often cannot turn away when two big men appear in the kitchen at the same time, although he needs to lift the clothes to dry to go up the stairs smoothly, although he is often caught by the first floor. Grandma questioned the source, although...

But he likes this home far more than his iron gray box.

So this led to Jian Changche's one day when wandering around the house, he suddenly found that without knowing it, there were traces of someone everywhere in his house-his toothbrush, he had special bath towels and pajamas, and even Left a spare suit shirt and socks.

and his taste.

"It's your taste."

Jian Changche pointed to the quilt and said that day.

"What's the smell?" Zong Chi was answering emails on the sofa holding his computer and a bowl of washed grapes.

"I can't tell... I just know it's you as soon as I smell it."

Zong Chi put down the computer, walked over from the sofa suspiciously, buried his nose in the quilt and sniffed, "Doesn't it stink?"

"I didn't say it stinks, it just smells like you. Forget it, it's nothing." Jian Changche began to regret bringing up this topic.

"Don't be nothing, what the hell is it, why are you talking like an old man?"

Jian Changche grabbed Zong Chi's pillow and smelled it again. It was a very light, woody cologne scent mixed with something else... It was hard for him to describe.So he simply grabbed Zong Chi's collar and smelled his pajamas, and said firmly, "It's all your smell."

Zong Chi couldn't help feeling a little depressed, pulled up his clothes and smelled it, but naturally he couldn't smell anything.He sat cross-legged on the bed for a while, then suddenly jumped up, threw himself on Jian Changche, and sniffed at his neck.

"What are you doing!" Jian Changche was shocked.

"Then you have taste too."

Jian Changche: "What's the smell?"

"I can't tell, anyway," Zong Chi grabbed him and rubbed him for a while, "It smells lewd anyway."

"Can you talk properly!" Jian Changche slapped his paw off.

Neither of the two could tell why, they grabbed each other like dogs and sniffed for a while.

Jian Changche stopped in front of the crosswalk, and suddenly remembered this incident, and couldn't help being a little funny, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Zong Chi beside him was fascinated by the ice cream that was obviously about to melt in his hand - although the weather was cold, there was still a long way to go back to the hospital.Seeing Jian Changche's red knuckles exposed to the cold air, he couldn't help but say, "May I hold it for you for a while?"

Jian Changche looked at him and handed him the egg roll.

"Ah, by the way, our company is going to have an annual physical examination." Zong Chi said casually.

Jian Changche put his hands in his pockets and walked unsteadily in front: "Yes."

"Your hospital should also be able to make appointments for group physical examinations, right?"

"Yes," Jian Changche said, "but why don't you find a private hospital, the service is good, and you don't have to wait in line."

"How do you say that your hospital's service is not good?" Zong Chi laughed, "Can you make an appointment, where the hospital sends someone to the company to give the employees a physical examination, just to measure blood pressure and heart rate and so on. And by the way, you come to me Come to the office and do a private service. You wear a nurse's uniform, the kind of skirt, and I sit on a chair, and then you get under the desk... Ouch!" Zong Chi cried out in pain: "It hurts so much to beat someone! The ice cream almost fell off!"

"It deserves it!" Jian Changche gave him an angry look, "And the nurses in the outpatient department and the inpatient department are not the same."

Zong Chi let out a sigh of regret: "Ah~ that's it."

The ice cream cone in his hand has begun to melt uncontrollably. The milky white cream slowly flows down the spiral spire and gathers on the edge of the paper yellow cone. Zong Chi looks at the red light 90 seconds ahead, I deeply feel that this ice cream can't last in the hands of children.

"Then...is it better to be the outpatient department or the inpatient department?" Zong Chi continued to chat.

"The inpatient department can contact a wide variety of patients," Jian Changche said, "but the outpatient department does not need night shifts."

"What about wages?"

"In the inpatient department, it's not too much difference, it mainly depends on the number of years."

"And there is overtime pay in the inpatient department." Zong Chi laughed, "No wonder, little money fan."

Jian Changche glanced at his mouth noncommittally: "It's easy to say, big money fan."

The two finally arrived at the hospital. Jian Changche took off his coat, put on his work ID, and led Zong Chi to a children's ward.

As soon as a little boy inside saw him, he started to shout, "Brother Cheche, you are here!"

"Well, how do you feel today?" Jian Changche smiled at him, and stroked his furry round head again.Zong Chi watched from the sidelines, his teeth sour—he had never had such a good attitude towards me.

"It's okay." The child replied pretending to be mature.

"I brought you ice cream."

"Really!?" The child's eyes lit up instantly, "Where are you!"

"In..." Jian Changche turned around and was also stunned: "Where is it?"

"I ate it." Zong Chi spread his hands.

Jian Changche: "???"

The kid also looked dumbfounded.

Zong Chi gestured and said, "The ice cream melted too quickly, and it flowed all over my hands. There was really no other way, so I ate it."

Jian Changche's eyes were about to pop out, and he clenched his fists in front of him.

"So!" Zong Chi said hastily, "So I've placed an order for you to buy a better ice cream, and I'll deliver it later."

"Really, really?" The child said blankly: "What is better ice cream, Haagen-Dazs?"

"Uh... yes! It's from Haagen-Dazs, and there are three flavors in total!"

"And choose one of the three flavors!" Jian Changche turned her head and said, gnashing her teeth, "Because eating too much ice cream will cause diarrhea."

Zong Chi quickly responded, "That's vanilla...berry...chocolate flavor, it's chocolate flavor." He observed the child's easy-to-understand expression, and changed his words three times in an instant.

The child was very happy immediately: "Okay! I haven't eaten it yet! Give it to my father when he comes to visit me after get off work!"

Zong Chi was about to walk out of the ward on tiptoe, took out his phone to place an order, but Jian Changche stopped him from behind: "Hello."

Zong Chi turned his head tremblingly, and said sincerely: "The ice cream has really melted, it's completely melted, even if I don't eat it..."

Jian Changche interrupted him: "I'm on night shift today."

"I know."

"Don't wait for me at night, go back by yourself first."

"It's okay, I'm right here..."

"Let you go back first." Jian Changche interrupted him again.

"Come on, are you really angry? I promise to give him another ice cream. You see, the kid is not unhappy, isn't he..."

Jian Changche closed his eyes and took a breath, interrupting him for the third time: "It has nothing to do with that, it's just..."

"It's just that every time after the big night shift, you are as sleepy as a dead dog, and you can't keep your eyes open, so I still want to give you a ride. So..."

Zong Chi blinked his eyes: "So?"

"So I went to get a key." Jian Changche said quickly.

As soon as he uttered it, he regretted it again, but Zong Chi obviously heard the words, so Jian Changchen stiffened his neck and did not speak.

But Zong Chi slowly closed his mouth and opened his eyes wide.

Jian Changche took out a lonely small silver key without a leash, pendant or key ring from his pocket. Zong Chi stared at it and stretched out his hand consciously.

Jian Changche put the key in his palm, it wasn't cold at all, it was warm.

Zong Chi held the small silver key, before he had time to digest everything it represented and what it didn't represent, when he raised his head, Jian Changche had already walked away quickly.