bucket list

Zong Chi went downstairs to the hospital cafeteria, and used the microwave to turn around the boxed lunch—stir-fried meat with onions and shredded cabbage.It's a big pot of rice, which can't be compared with the ones made by the aunt at home. In addition, it was left for a while, and some of the rice was soaked in vegetable and meat oil.Although Zong Chi is not considered delicate, he is indeed used to more delicate cuisine.He ate the lean meat, cabbage leaves, and unoiled white rice in the onion fried meat, and threw the rest into the trash can, and once the lunch box was covered, it was considered a lunch.

The phone call in the corridor just now made him very tired, and he flipped through the news while eating, and the phone's battery finally dropped to [-]%, which had already touched Zong Chi's nervous line.

He first washed the lunch box, wiped it clean with a napkin and carried it in his hand, and then went to the power bank borrowing pile in the corner of the cafeteria to clean it, but he didn't borrow any of it.The hospital has a lot of people every day, and all the charging treasures have been borrowed by this afternoon, and the rest have not been fully charged.Zong Chi stopped an aunt who was cleaning: "Excuse me, where are the charging piles?"

"I don't know," said the aunt, "otherwise, why don't you go to the canteen on the first floor to buy a thread?"

Zong Chi nodded, and strolled to the canteen on the first floor to buy a three-prong charging cable. There was a coffee shop next to it, and it was almost full.If you don't dine in, the order and pick-up counters for coffee and bread are all outside the building. Zong Chi circled around and waited in line under the sun.

He moved forward slowly along the line, and faintly heard the voices of two people talking.

Those two people's voices were actually not loud, and only a few words floated into his ears, but one of them's voice was quite familiar.

Zong Chi didn't know why he was a little concerned. He left the coffee line and walked a few steps along the corner towards the back of the inpatient building.There are several huge garbage bins in this open space, and one side is the entrance for the cleaners. He turned around and saw two men standing there talking.

The two stood very close. In such a large open space, there was really no need to stand so close if they were just chatting.Zong Chi saw the one with arms folded in front of his chest and sports sleeves on his arms, Jian Changche with a formal expression of resistance.

"I told you not to come to me at work." He said displeased.

"Then where should I find you!" The other boy didn't look very old, he was in his early twenties at most, his hair was dyed chestnut and slightly curled, and his sneakers were also very new and hard to grab. "I don't have another chance to see you!" he said.

Jian Changche sighed: "Then just don't come to me."

"Why!" the boy asked in disbelief.

"Why..." Jian Changche frowned: "Because we broke up, why else? Isn't it weird to keep seeing each other after breaking up?"

"But……"

"I'm already very busy at work. I just wanted to take a short nap during my lunch break, but you called me out to say something about it." Jian Changche said mercilessly, "Isn't it because you disliked me at the beginning? The working hours are too long, the day and night are upside down, and I don't have time to accompany you, so you go around and mess with others?"

"I didn't mess around, don't say it so badly, there are only those two..."

"Three." Jian Changche interrupted him and said forcefully.

"Only those three..."

"Okay," Jian Changche waved his hand in front of his eyes, as if chasing bugs away, and made a fist gesture again: "Enough is enough, I won't have such a good attitude next time."

Without warning, he turned around and was about to leave, when he looked up and saw Zong Chi, both of them froze for a moment.The other boy caught the quick eye contact between them and sized up Zong Chi suspiciously.

"Is that him?" he said. "You're new? That's why you're trying to drive me away?"

"What?" Jian Changche yelled strangely, rolling her eyes halfway: "Crazy."

He wanted to continue walking, but the boy grabbed his arm again—the boy stared at Zong Chi warily: "He said no, isn't that lunch box your lunch box!"

"No, no, no," Zong Chi waved his hands repeatedly, and took a few steps back, "I shouldn't just watch the excitement."

The line in front of the coffee window was gone, and he quickly raised his finger at the cashier: "Thank you for the big iced American."

Zong Chi waited in front of the lunch box, holding the lunch box in his hand, rolled his eyes a few times, and caught a glimpse of the boy following him, standing beside him and staring at him.

Zong Chi wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but the other party stood very close and stared at him unabashedly, so he had no choice but to turn his head away, slightly lowered his eyelids and asked, "What's the matter?"

"What's the relationship between you two?" the boy asked bluntly.

"It doesn't matter much." Zong Chi said.

"What does it mean that it doesn't matter much? If it matters, it means it matters. If it doesn't matter, it means it doesn't matter."

"It has nothing to do with you." Jian Changche grabbed the boy's collar from behind and pulled him back, "What are you talking about? Tell you not to disturb me where I work."

"Is this lunch box yours?" The boy pointed at Zong Chi's hand, "Don't lie to me, is this lunch box his?"

Jian Changche: "No."

Zong Chi: "Yes."

Jian Changche: "..."

The boy's eyes widened for a moment, and he took a deep breath. Jian Changche quickly lowered his voice and shouted, "You dare, try it?"

Being so fierce by him, the air in the boy's chest suddenly leaked, and his surprise turned into grievance in an instant. He looked really cute and pitiful, but it was a pity that Jian Changche was completely unmoved: "Come on, will you go?"

"Don't go," the boy begged: "Don't be like this, Cheche, I know I was wrong, can't you forgive me just once?"

"No."

"You have forgiven me so many times, can't you do it one more time? Just once, I promise it will be the last time."

"Your mug of Americano."

"Thank you, thank you." On the one hand, Zong Chi felt that it was too embarrassing to stay here and listen to other people's private facts, but he also wanted to know the follow-up, and was even a little reluctant to leave.He slowly rummaged through the small drawer outside the serving port for creamer and wooden stirrers, and heard Jian Changche say, "It's because I've forgiven you so many times, so this is the last time. I'm going back to work now." Yes, I hope you can leave honestly and don’t come to me in the future. Of course, if you insist on following in and making trouble in front of my colleagues, so that I can’t be a good person in the unit in the future, I can’t stop you , is your own choice."

The boy wilted immediately: "I won't...I don't want to..."

Jian Changche didn't finish listening to him, so he turned around and left as he himself said, and Zong Chi stopped pretending to be making coffee, and went for a walk with his cup and lunch box in his arms.

He hurriedly turned into the inpatient building, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that Jian Changche was waiting for him expressionlessly pressing the elevator, as if he had seen through what he was up to.

Zong Chi stood in the elevator, Jian Changche pressed the floor, folded his arms and said nothing.

Zong Chi: "Ex-boyfriend?"

Jian Changche: "..."

Zong Chi: "It's pretty cute."

Jian Changche: "..."

Zong Chi let out an exaggerated "Hey": "Now Xiaoying will lose their love."

Jian Changche: "Energetic?"

Zong Chi was secretly amused, but he held back and dared not speak out.

When the elevator arrived, Jian Changche walked out a few steps, then suddenly turned back and stood still looking at him.

Zong Chi: "?"

Zong Chi: "What? I'm joking, I won't talk nonsense."

Jian Changche sighed: "Lunch box!"

Zong Chi suddenly said, "Oh oh oh."

Jian Changche squinted at him, curled up one corner of his mouth, snorted softly, took the lunch box and walked away.