Heartburn

This is too coincidental.

Chi Zhao stared blankly at the phone screen, not knowing how to reply, Fu Nan'an's name and profile picture was completely different from Zhong Yangqiu's, and he didn't know how he got it wrong.

Chi Zhao swears, it really wasn't his intention.

The relationship between the two was already estranged. Chi Zhao didn't want to bother Professor Fu because of this matter. His fingertips were on the screen for a long time, and Fu Nan'an called directly.

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and Chi Zhao almost threw the phone out. He hurriedly said goodbye to Liu Yang, trotted to a quiet place, and finally got through the phone.

"Professor Fu, I..." Chi Zhao's voice trembled slightly, he opened his mouth and wanted to explain that he had sent the message to the wrong person, Fu Nan'an thought he was still in a hurry, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I've already sent the message to the wrong person." I talked to Nurse Liu."

Compared with Chi Zhao's trembling voice, Fu Nan'an's voice was much more stable. He seemed to be still in the ward area, and he could vaguely hear voices behind him. Through the receiver, Chi Zhao heard him say sorry to the people around him , and then there was a sound of footsteps, and the surroundings became quiet: "I told Nurse Liu that you want to work on a project with me, and he probably won't call you again."

Perhaps it was because of the phone call, the sense of alienation between the two disappeared, replaced by a subtle intimacy, Chi Zhao's lips twitched, and he whispered "Thank you", Fu Nan'an was gentle Said: "Thank you, you don't have to say thank you to me."

The tone is warm and the heart is also warm. Chi Zhao's heart is warm, like a hot spring bubbling.He blushed and explained to Fu Nan'an that he had sent the wrong message just now, saying that he originally intended to send it to Zhong Yangqiu. Fu Nan'an smiled and said, "I guessed it earlier."

Indeed, he had already guessed that when Chi Zhao sent him a message, he would not call him brother, but since he saw Fu Nan'an, he would not help him. His tone was gentle, but very weighty: "In the future, if you encounter such a thing, directly Just give me a call."

Interns do odd jobs in any unit, and being bullied is a common occurrence. Chi Zhao didn’t feel that it would be a disadvantage to work more, but it felt different to have someone behind him. As a professor, Professor Fu always cared With them, he will not let them be wronged.

It was the coldest time in the twelfth lunar month of winter. After chatting with Professor Fu for a while, Tianchizhao's heart warmed up. After hanging up the phone, he slowly walked back to the dormitory building. The cold wind poured into his clothes from the neckline, but Chizhao remained still. Feel comfortable and at ease.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, all the roommates had left, and Chi Zhao was the only one left in the corridor, and Auntie Guan gave him the keys directly.

It was not the first time for him to celebrate the New Year by himself, and Chi Zhao was used to it. He went to the supermarket downstairs and bought dumplings to cook. After hesitating for a while, he even bought a can of beer to drink with it.

It’s a rare New Year’s Eve, so it needs to be more grand.

In the dormitory building, it is said that pots are not allowed to be used, and each dormitory will secretly prepare low-power stew pots. The wattage Chi Zhao bought is not too high and there is no danger.

After eating a bowl of dumplings steaming hot, Chi Zhao drank some beer again, the heat was bubbling in front of his eyes, and his mind became a little confused.

What can you think about when your mind is chaotic, Chi Zhao blinked and called Fu Nan'an.

"Professor Fu, Happy New Year!"

When Fu Nan'an received the call, he was sitting at his desk "reading" a Braille book, and a passionate voice sounded in his ears. Fu Nan'an slightly bent his eyes: "Happy New Year, Chi Zhao."

Different from the quiet dormitory building, Fu Nan'an's side is very lively. Although the city prohibits setting off fireworks and firecrackers, some people still set them off secretly. They can't be blocked.

"Professor, what are you doing over there? Why did I hear the sound of firecrackers?" Chi Zhao's voice was very enthusiastic, and he naturally suppressed the sound of firecrackers. Fu Nan'an put down the book in his hand, and walked to the window gropingly On the side, Chi Zhao didn't want to hang up the phone so quickly, and was still trying to find a topic: "Professor, where is your home, can you still shoot over there?"

"I'm still at the hospital," Fu Nan'an put his hand on the edge of the window sill and answered him, "I didn't go home for the New Year."

It's not that I don't want to go back, it's just a coincidence.

Fu Nan'an's parents are both college teachers. In the past two years, the retired old couple couldn't stay idle, so they ran all over the world. This year, the old couple said that they would go to Hainan to celebrate the New Year. Fu Nan'an still had work to do, so they often met each other. He didn't follow him: "The two of you have gone to the world of two people, and I won't get involved."

Fu Nan'an's family is indifferent, and they don't mind these superficial things. It's a daily thing to have a harmonious family relationship, and they don't care about a day or two, but Chi Zhao obviously doesn't think so. Hearing him say that, he immediately becomes anxious Leo: "Where can I go, it's Chinese New Year!"

"Then what should we do?" Fu Nan'an saw him so nervous for the first time, teasing him with a smile, "Everyone is going to Hainan, so I can't fly there now, can I?"

Chi Zhao thought for a moment, and blurted out: "Then I will accompany you to celebrate the New Year!"

As soon as the words came out of their mouths, both of them were stunned, and Chi Zhao was particularly regretful. The two of them were not related, and it was a bit strange to spend the New Year together. Chi Zhao unconsciously poked the dimples on his cheeks, and explained in a flustered tone. : "I, I don't mean that... I just think that you are a person anyway, and I am a person, why don't we make do - no, I don't mean that."

In the middle of speaking, Chi Zhao suddenly shut his mouth.

What and what is this, Chi Zhao thought with some annoyance, why the more he explained, the more out of tune he became.

Chi Zhao continued to poke his dimples, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, Fu Nan'an said gently: "Alone in the dormitory?"

Chi Zhao nodded: "Well... they all went home."

Fu Nan'an asked again: "Is it deserted in the dormitory?"

Chi Zhao continued to nod: "...a bit."

It is impossible to say that it is not deserted, the roommates have already gone home, the Spring Festival is a day for family reunion, it seems that Chi Zhao is deserted and lonely.

There was only one person left in the whole building, and Chi Zhao was actually used to it. Before that, he would go back to the orphanage every year to visit the teacher who adopted him. Two years ago, the teacher passed away unexpectedly, and he had no relatives at all.

"Actually, it's nothing." Chi Zhao didn't want to worry Fu Nan'an, and smiled happily on purpose, "It's quite comfortable to be alone in the dormitory, I sleep when I want to sleep and get up when I think about it, it's like living in a big villa alone. "

Chi Zhao was already used to enduring this alone, and he smiled and tried to get over it, but Fu Nan'an sighed softly and said, "Come to my side, at least let's talk for a while."

Chi Zhao was stunned for two seconds before he realized: "Is it really, really possible? Will it be troublesome?"

"My home is not far from the hospital," Fu Nan'an said without any impatience, "I'll send you the address, please slow down on the way."

"Okay, okay!" Chi Zhao was so happy that he almost dropped his phone.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Nan'an sent the address, and Chi Zhao looked at it several times. He never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to celebrate the New Year with Professor Fu. Until now, he still felt that he was dreaming, and pinched him hard. It took me a while to believe it completely, and the smile on my face almost overflowed.

He was so happy.

Fu Nan'an asked Chi Zhao to slow down, but Chi Zhao couldn't slow down at all. He quickly changed his clothes and took his things, and before leaving, he swallowed the half bottle of beer left on the table.

As the saying goes, Jiu Zhuang is cowardly. When Chi Zhao went to Fu Nan'an's house for the first time, it was normal for him to be nervous. He felt that he should bring something, but he didn't know what to bring. Finally, he boiled dumplings and put them in a crisper box. Walking towards Fu Nan'an's house in his arms.

The twelfth lunar month of the lunar calendar is when it is cold. It is after eight o'clock and it is dark. The north wind blows on his body like a knife. Chi Zhao's heart is still warm. He is thinking about the dumplings in his arms. Covering it with his hands, the first thing he did was to stuff the crisper into Fu Nan'an's arms: "Professor Fu, eat dumplings!"

The plastic box was heavy in his arms, and Fu Nan'an traced it with his fingers: "Why did you bring dumplings?"

"I guess you definitely didn't eat it," Chi Zhao smiled, and said seriously, "You have to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. This is a tradition."

"Is this a tradition?" Customs vary from place to place. Fu Nan'an's family does not have this tradition. His family has never eaten dumplings during Chinese New Year, and of course they haven't eaten dumplings today. "I really haven't eaten any."

"Then try it!" Chi Zhao immediately handed him the dumpling as if offering a treasure, and said eagerly, "I just cooked this."

The hospitality is hard to come by, Fu Nan'an actually didn't eat at night, so he smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Chi Zhao brought a lot of dumplings, and Fu Nan'an divided the dumplings into two bowls, and the two sat opposite each other, chatting and eating.

The taste of the dumplings is very ordinary, it is quick-frozen, no matter what the filling is, the taste is not much different, the power of the stewing pot is limited, and the cooked skin is a bit collapsed, but it is such an ordinary plate of dumplings, because the people who eat it are different , it has a different taste. Chi Zhao has already eaten a bowl of dumplings before, but he still eats them with relish.

The corners of Fu Nan'an's lips twitched slightly: "Do you like to eat dumplings?"

"It's, it's okay." Chi Zhao smiled embarrassedly. He ate fast, and there was only one dumpling left in the bowl. He poked it with chopsticks and said, "I think it's a tradition."

Chi Zhao is indeed a very traditional person. His growth experience is placed there, and his education since he was a child is like this. When the dumplings are almost finished, he reminds Fu Nan'an to leave a meaning "every year is more than enough", chatting and chatting It's about his childhood.

"When I was young, my family would fry chicken nuggets and croquettes," Chi Zhao smiled and described to Fu Nan'an, "It's that kind of big iron pot, it's as big as an arm ring, it can fry a lot of things at a time, and you can smell it from far away fragrance."

The Spring Festival is indeed Chi Zhao's favorite festival, not only because he can eat fried food, but also because his parents won't beat him during those few days.Relatives would come in those few days, and his parents were afraid that he would be unlucky if he cried, and also afraid that his relatives would see him and gossip.

They will put on new clothes for him and teach him to speak beautiful words. Even if Chi Zhao did something wrong, they will tell him very generously: "It's okay, it's the Chinese New Year."

It's a pity that a happy life is always short, and it will be different once the year is over. After the relatives leave, the parents will return to their old ways, and they will vent all their anger on Chi Zhao, because he has no relatives' children to live up to , He was so beaten that he couldn't even stand up, but he was told to continue working the next day.

The topic here is a bit heavy. In fact, Chi Zhao didn't want to take it in this direction. Maybe Professor Fu's place is too warm or maybe he drank some wine before coming here, so Chi Zhao talked about this unknowingly.

"Let's not talk about this." Chi Zhao touched his face. He didn't feel anything just now. Only then did he realize that his face was red. It should be because of the can of beer. He smiled and said, "It's been a long time, actually I can't even remember."

"Okay, let's not talk about this," Chi Zhao didn't ask Fu Nan'an without asking, but looked at Chi Zhao gently, and said, "It's all over."

Chi Zhao said "um", and then repeated: "It's passed."

It's over, after the frost and snow, even the cold winter is warm, Chi Zhao sat in a bright room facing Fu Nan'an, the heater was at the side of the dining table, and the heart that was warm with dumplings was also warm, nothing could be warmer than this It's time, and Chi Zhao asked Fu Nan'an what he thought of homosexuality in a warm atmosphere. Fu Nan'an was silent for a moment and said, "True love knows no gender."

Professor Fu didn't seem to be willing to talk about feelings, so Chi Zhao didn't ask any more questions. He was very happy to get this answer. After all, with that little thought in mind, he didn't want Fu Nan'an to hate him.

After a steaming meal of dumplings, the distance between the two hearts unconsciously became closer. The two chatted for a long time, and before it was midnight, snowflakes began to float outside, and the white snow covered the ground. , the originally noisy street also quieted down. After eating, the two chatted for a while. When the time was almost up, Fu Nan'an asked Chi Zhao, "Can you stay with me at night?"

Chi Zhao rubbed his face, and said politely: "Let's go back."

If Fu Nan'an didn't mention the matter of leaving, Chi Zhao would have lived here naturally, but now he has to be polite when he mentions it.

When Fu Nan'an invited him, he said "talk for a while". Now that the year has passed after eating dumplings, Professor Fu has been bothering him for a long time.The dormitory building is only 10 minutes away from Fu Nan'an's home, so it would be a bit uninteresting to offer to stay overnight.

Chi Zhao went to the kitchen to clean the crisper, and smiled embarrassedly: "I've been here with you for so long, I should go back, what do you think?"

In fact, he wanted Fu Nan'an to keep him back, and he deliberately used rhetorical questions. He handed him the coat on his back: "Then go back, slow down on the road."

Chi Zhao choked for a moment, he didn't expect things to develop in such a way, but this is the end of the story, so he could only follow Fu Nan'an's words: "...Okay."

Things happened so fast, Chi Zhao really didn't realize it, he was still chatting enthusiastically just now, and now he is leaving now, he couldn't accept it in his heart.

The door opened, and the cold air from outside was blowing in, which was in stark contrast to the heated room inside. Chi Zhao really didn't want to leave, he grumbled slowly, annoyed why he didn't say he wanted to stay Down.

"Why is the pestle not moving here?" Chi Zhao stood at the porch and did not leave for a long time. Fu Nan'an pushed his back from behind. Maybe it was the feeling of pushing away that stimulated Chi Zhao, or maybe it was the drink before coming here. With that little wine, Chi Zhao really didn't want to leave anyway.The blood in the veins was agitated, and the body reacted rationally first. Chi Zhao's brain became hot, and he turned around and hugged Fu Nan'an.

"Professor Fu..." He buried his head on Fu Nan'an's neck and rubbed it lightly, his voice was a little aggrieved, "Can I not leave?"