Mindful

There are a lot of tourists in Pinghai in summer, and the small restaurants on the street are booming, and there is a long line of equal signs at the entrance of decent restaurants.

Both Liang Cheng and Qiao Yuanlin were unwilling to waste time waiting, so they drove around two streets, but they couldn't find a house they liked.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "It's not that I don't invite you, it's that God saves me money."

Liang Cheng wanted to refute, but the LCD screen of the center console flashed, and the caller showed "Brother Ying", he forgot to bring his earphones, so he clicked on it directly: "Hello?"

"Are you resting today?" Ying Xiaoqiong asked.

Weekends are the busiest time for the restaurant, Liang Cheng said, "Is there something wrong?"

Ying Xiaoqiong replied: "Of course, I have something important to discuss with you."

Liang Cheng turned the corner at the intersection and bargained: "Leave me a seat in the restaurant, and I'll go there with Qiao Yuanlin, otherwise there won't be time."

"Fuck, you two are dating?" Ying Xiaoqiong readily agreed, "Let's leave the two-person world for now, come here!"

After the call was over and Fan Zhe was done, Liang Cheng reached out to turn on the stereo, and Qiao Yuanlin slapped him back on the steering wheel.What's the matter, he asked.

Qiao Yuanlin was not happy: "Who wants to invite you to Seafood Club for dinner, it's so expensive."

Liang Cheng laughed, and said, "Let's give Xiaoqiong a break, shall we?"

Half an hour later, Liang Cheng and Qiao Yuanlin went to the restaurant and took a look around. All the seats in the lobby were full, and they scolded Ying Xiaoqiong for being unreliable.

The foreman took them to the general manager's office and knocked on the door. There was no desk in the huge room. There was a double bed in the middle, a TV, and a dumbbell stand. "Mona Lisa Smile".

Qiao Yuanlin was so shocked that he entered the room in a daze. It was also the first time for Liang Cheng to see him, so he didn't know what to say.

The two of them stood still, and the fourth child shook his head: "Is it because I am getting angry now, so that you have a sense of distance?"

"Stop farting." Ying Xiaoqiong waved, "Come on, do you want to eat?"

The coffee table was covered with several dishes, the ingredients were carefully selected by the fourth child, and beside it was a case of whiskey, including Shinshu Iwai, Glenmorangie, Bowmore, Balvenie, and various brands.

Qiao Yuanlin sat on the lazy sofa, a little short, next to Liang Cheng's long straight legs.

The last time the four of us ate together was also here, eating curry hot pot, discussing things about the shop, this time with a case of wine, Liang Cheng asked, "Is there a restaurant?"

Ying Xiaoqiong said with disgust: "You don't have soil, I want to open a bar."

Fandi Street in the west of the city is the most fashionable place in Pinghai. There are many fashion stores, countless designers and buyers there. Four years ago, someone opened a bar on the street.

The bar exploded, first led by people in the fashion industry, and then became more and more popular, and more and more people flocked to invest. Over the years, it has become a bar street.

"My eyeliner." Ying Xiaoqiong said while taking a sip of wine.

Qiao Yuanlin looked at him: "Do you still wear eyeliner?"

Ying Xiaoqiong changed the synonym wordlessly: "My eyes and ears, I reported to me that the owner of a bar has lost his stock, and he wants money for turnover, and wants to sell the store."

The fourth child said: "Brother Ying asked me if I wanted to be a partner, I think it's good."

Ying Xiaoqiong asked Liang Cheng: "We are all brothers, do you want to participate?"

Liang Cheng usually doesn't drink at all, and has never even been to a bar, so he was invited to join the bar business rashly. He really didn't have much interest, and said, "Brother Ying, you worked in food stalls back then, so you have experience in opening restaurants, but bars are different, right?" .”

"Yes, I also have this worry." Ying Xiaoqiong said, "But I just like to toss."

Qiao Yuanlin ate meat without saying a word. He had seen the tragedy of investment failure in the interview, so he was worried and asked, "Brother Ying, are you sure?"

Ying Xiaoqiong was overjoyed, and she had light crow's feet when she smiled, and said, "Are you worried about me, or Liang Cheng?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "I worry about millions of bloggers."

Old Sixin said why it's none of my business, and taunted: "You little brat, take a break, you can get drunk with a glass of beer, how can you know the way of bars."

Qiao Yuanlin gave a "cut" and stopped interrupting.After chatting about the management of the bar for a while, Ying Xiaoqiong got annoyed, smiled at him mischievously, and asked where he and Liang Cheng went on a date.

Liang Cheng said: "Cheng Huaiming's family."

Ying Xiaoqiong was honest for a moment: "Why don't you ask me to come with you, I haven't seen the process team leader for a long time."

Qiao Yuanlin's heart was engraved with the yin and yang aura of the Linghai Warehouse. He asked, "Brother Ying, do you know Police Officer Cheng?"

"Oh, he caught me." Ying Xiaoqiong seemed to be talking about glorious deeds, "Later, I served as his informant for several years. Damn, he is sometimes tricky."

Qiao Yuanlin successfully took Ying Xiaoqiong away, and after listening to a basketful of gossip from the informant, he was full without realizing it, and he was a little sleepy on the beanbag sofa.

Staring in a daze, someone grabbed his shoulders, and then he leaned against Liang Cheng's calf, pillowed his knees, hard bones pressed against his cheeks, and felt sore, but suddenly the big hand covering his head was very comfortable.

The smell of whiskey seemed to intoxicate him, and he didn't want to move. When others left, the dishes were messed up and cleaned up, and he and Liang Cheng were still nesting on the one-third of an acre of land.

Seeing that he was listless, Liang Cheng said, "Why don't you go to Brother Ying's bed and sleep for a while."

Qiao Yuanlin still didn't move, and asked, "Will you invest in a bar as a partner?"

"It's unlikely." Liang Cheng said, "I'll go to Fandi Street another day to have a look."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "The flower shop next to the hospital can go bankrupt, so you can take care of yourself."

That was Liang Cheng's black history, he said: "I didn't open the flower shop alone, Zheng Yandong is also responsible."

Qiao Yuanlin first thought of that black Lexus. The jealousy at the beginning was fierce, and he absurdly concluded the relationship between him and Liang Cheng. He asked, "Is Zheng Yandong married?"

"No." Liang Cheng said, "Why do you ask this?"

"I just thought it was stupid before." Qiao Yuanlin chuckled, "I even speculated that he was your ex-boyfriend. In fact, I didn't understand his orientation at all, and I wasn't even sure about your orientation."

Liang Cheng said, "I—"

The door opened, and Ying Xiaoqiong turned around and came back to take a nap.

Qiao Yuanlin walked away from Liang Cheng's legs, grabbed his bangs and flicked them to the back of his head until he woke up.On the way home, he reported to Bao Chunshan, but he remained silent.

At the meeting on Monday, Bao Chunshan didn't hold much hope, but he didn't expect to get an exclusive interview, and it was an exclusive interview.She couldn't tell if she was satisfied, but she directly handed over the matter to Qiao Yuanlin to take full responsibility.

Overtime work followed, and Qiao Yuanlin went to the Municipal Bureau's family home two or three times, afraid that Cheng Liye would be tired, so he chatted while interviewing, and then returned to the TV station to polish the manuscript after finishing.

After the official interview was finished, Qiao Yuanlin printed a copy and took it home. He sent a message to Liang Cheng, asking if he could come over tonight.

Liang Cheng agreed, but he didn't come back until early in the morning. After taking a bath in the hospital's surgery center, his face was clear and bright, but his hoarse voice couldn't hide his tiredness.

He sat beside Qiao Yuanlin's bed, crossed his legs, kneaded the center of his eyebrows to refresh himself: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Yuanlin handed him the interview script and said, "Tomorrow will be the official shooting. You can read the part that mentions the domestic violence case. If there is any problem, I will modify it tonight."

"Ancestor." Liang Cheng came back from the exhausted drive, just for this matter, "It's great for you to take a picture and send it to me."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "It must be kept secret before the broadcast. What if you leak it to me?"

Liang Cheng snorted, and after reading a few paragraphs, there was no problem. The incident at that time was treated as a type of case, and no one could guess who the parties were.

He pinched the page, but continued to be a little bit more energetic, and read the rest of the content. When he saw a certain line, he asked Cheng Liye what he wanted to say to the client.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "I asked him this one first, and I was going to pass it on to you and Aunt He in private. Later, I thought about it and hoped that I could film it. It's a public apology that you know he knows."

Liang Cheng himself didn't expect too much, he didn't hate Cheng Liye, but he hated Cheng Liye for many years, at this moment it seemed that all his emotions had faded away, the stone in his heart turned into ashes, and he felt a ease that was once difficult for him.

"Thank you," he said.

Qiao Yuanlin joked: "No, I get a sense of accomplishment and am very content."

Liang Cheng understood that feeling, like the flow effect produced during surgery, an indescribable pleasure.He has also seen Qiao Yuanlin's longing for the reporter's career, and he will always enjoy it.

At this time, Qiao Yuanlin said: "This is the first interview that I am fully responsible for. After the program is broadcast, it would be great if my mother could watch it."

Liang Cheng didn't change his expression, and asked, "You became a reporter because your mother influenced you?"

"Yeah." Qiao Yuanlin replied, "My mother is a very sensible person. She studied law at the beginning of her university, but later realized that she liked journalism, so she changed her major regardless of obstacles."

Liang Cheng smiled inexplicably, his downcast eyes looked cold, and said, "She is very successful."

Qiao Yuanlin nodded: "She has always had high demands on herself, so she is a perfectionist."

"No one is perfect in this world." Liang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Everyone makes mistakes."

"My mother said that the biggest mistake she made was marrying my father." Qiao Yuanlin was a little disappointed, "She gave birth to me, but I was sick. Is it another mistake?"

Liang Cheng was absent-minded: "I don't know."

Qiao Yuanlin thought he would be comforted: "Can you chat..."

He dragged Liang Cheng up from the bed, feeling that this man was exhausted of scalpels and fruit knives, he pushed him out the door, instead of saying "you go to sleep", he just said "I'm sleepy".

After the door closed, Liang Cheng rushed to the crack of the door and added "good night" to him.

The next day, Qiao Yuanlin got up early and went to work thinking about the filming.There are three doctors left in the family, each complaining about their own hospital, and can't find other topics.

Liang Cheng went to the hospital to change into a white coat, signed what was to be signed every day, and started working in the outpatient clinic.A couple came over with their baby, who was only eight months old, and fell asleep peacefully in his father's arms.

Warming the stethoscope, Liang Cheng stretched his hand into the swaddle, and the baby's second heart sound was single and weak, and there were murmurs between two to four intercostals at the left sternal border.

When the relevant examination results came out, it was diagnosed as tetralogy of Fallot, and Liang Cheng suggested hospitalization.

The father of the child went to go through the formalities, and the young mother hugged the child and coaxed it, and there was a crisp bell ringing while shaking.The baby wakes up, out of swaddling, with a tiny little bell tied to its tiny wrist.

Looking into those black grape-like eyes, Liang Cheng said, "You are so fashionable."

The baby seemed to be laughing, and shed a string of halazi. The mother said: "This is the blessing bell that Le'an Temple prayed for. The eminent monk consecrated it and weaved it by himself. I heard it is very effective."

Liang Cheng never believed in gods and Buddhas, disrespected ghosts and gods, he was rebellious and unscrupulous, so he kept silent.

Unexpectedly, the child's mother said again: "Doctor, I believe in you more than Bell,"

He was slightly startled: "Thank you."

"In order for him to grow up well, believe it or not, whether it is useful or not, we will try." The child's mother is distressed, but she is more optimistic. "He wears this little bell, and when it rings, he laughs and drools foolishly." , that's enough."

I can't remember the number of consultations that day, but Liang Cheng always thinks of the mother's words when he catches his breath.

After finishing the work in the evening, thick clouds piled up in the sky, and it hadn't rained for a long time. The city was in desperate need of nourishment.

Liang Cheng drove away from the hospital. Halfway through, the rain started to splatter on the windshield. He didn't turn on the wipers and turned off the air conditioner. He lowered the car windows to feel the damp wind.

At the red light, he sent a message to Qiao Yuanlin: Have you finished filming the show?

If there is no reply, it is a reply, and there is a high probability that it is still busy.

Liang Cheng became naive in a rare way, and couldn't stop pointing: You didn't answer me that day.

Liang Cheng: There are still four days.

Liang Cheng: Do you want to celebrate the wrong birthday?

Liang Cheng: Don't want it?

Liang Cheng: I don’t want it in the future?

There are dozens of steps in front of the gate of Le'an Temple. The clear gray stone slabs are wet and dark, with fallen leaves on both sides sticking to them. An hour later, the off-roader stopped at the bottom of the steps.

Liang Cheng got into the drizzle, the phone rang, and Qiao Yuanlin called.

After connecting, Qiao Yuanlin asked inside: "You know your birthday is fake...why are you crazy?"

"What about the birthday present?" Liang Cheng said, "It took eight years to make it up, do you still want it?"

The author has something to say: Monk: I'm off work, thank you.