Are you in love?the kind of life

Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the familiar ward in front of him, his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, the doctor walking in front noticed something was wrong with him, and turned his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Hei Xiaoxiao's face was so ugly that he looked like someone recovering from a serious illness. The body under the white coat was so thin that a gust of wind could blow it down. He looked at the man in front of him and smiled uglyly: "Teacher... I have some body problems. uncomfortable……"

The doctor frowned fiercely, seeing people like this, he was inevitably worried: "Okay, leave the matter here to me, you go and register for other doctors to show you , do whatever you want, go back and have a good rest, get well soon, and come back quickly, don't think you can be lazy." The doctor's words were a bit harsh, but Hei Xiaoxiao didn't miss the worry that flashed in his eyes.

The person in front of him is not too bad.

He smiled gratefully at the man: "Thank you teacher, don't worry, I'll be fine after a day off."

The doctor waved his hand impatiently to signal him to leave quickly. Hei Xiaoxiao smiled gratefully at him again, then turned around and left. closed door.

"Please come in." A deep voice sounded from inside, and the doctor who got permission turned the doorknob. On the hospital bed, a man in hospital clothes was leaning against the head of the bed. Tapping back and forth on the keyboard, the fingers are slender and the joints are distinct.

Hearing someone's footsteps, the man raised his head from the computer, looked at the doctor in front of him, and subconsciously swept his gaze down behind him. When he saw that there was no one there, a look of disappointment flashed across his blue eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, I'm your attending doctor." The doctor greeted, his tone was not very gentle, but he could hear his concern for the patient. After routinely asking some physical questions of the patient, the doctor He closed the notebook in his hand, and after exhorting the other party, he planned to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, the man who had shown no interest in what he said before on the hospital bed suddenly called out to him.

"Mr. Fu, is there anything else?" The doctor turned and looked at him.

After Fu Yao raised his hand and hit the Enter key to send the email, he unconsciously rubbed his index finger back and forth on the blank key, and said casually, "Does the doctor conduct ward rounds so responsibly every day?"

The doctor frowned, but still replied: "No, I have other patients, usually nurses."

"Then is there a nurse who is in charge of me?" Fu Yao raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

What's the meaning?The doctor looked at him with puzzled gray eyes.

Fu Yao smiled: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that the person who came to the ward round two days ago was an Asian man, he thought he was nice, and wanted to ask the doctor if he could be responsible for the recovery of my subsequent leg injury."

Hei Xiaoxiao's exquisite facial features flashed in the doctor's mind as he listened to him, and then he glanced at the handsome man on the hospital bed in front of him. He paused before saying: "The other party is a medical student from M University, and I am only responsible for taking him. I can't make the decision to agree to Mr. Fu's request. I will give you an answer after I ask him."

Fu Yao looked at the doctor whose expression didn't change at all, the smile on his face faded slightly, but he still said: "Of course, if he doesn't want to, the doctor doesn't have to force it."

The doctor didn't speak, just nodded to him, then turned and left. The milky white ward door was closed, and the smile on Fu Yao's face completely disappeared.

Hei Xiaoxiao did not return to the hospital apartment after he came out of the hospital, but took the subway back to the place where he rented the house. The house was still the same as when he left before. Hei Xiaoxiao didn't come back for half a month. There was no more popular house in the first place. Even more deserted.

Hei Xiaoxiao put on slippers and entered the door, walked into the kitchen and found the unfinished beer from the refrigerator, turned around and walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, and drank silently by himself.

His drinking capacity is very poor, and he hasn't seen any improvement over the years. After drinking a can of beer, the whole person has begun to feel dizzy. Sitting on the sofa, Hei Xiaoxiao blinked slowly. It started to become a little blurry, then gradually distorted, and finally turned into the man in the hospital.

The other party was sitting in front of her wearing a doctor's blue and white hospital gown, his handsome face was cold, and a pair of blue eyes looked at him indifferently.

"Francis..." Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the man in front of him, moved his lips slightly, and called the man by his name.

The other party didn't respond to him, and just looked at him quietly. When the two were together before, Hei Xiaoxiao had never been treated like this. A surge of anger rose from his heart in an instant, and it was accompanied by a grievance. As soon as he raised his hand, he slapped the man fiercely.

The palm passed through the opponent's head, Hei Xiaoxiao looked a little dazed, looked up again, there was no figure of a man, everything was his illusion, his face turned pale, Yan Kuanhe turned red all of a sudden, There was a hazy mist in the tea-brown eyes.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Hei Xiaoxiao took out the phone and squinted his eyes to identify the caller ID on it.

"Hey?"

"Xiaoxiao," the gentle male voice on the phone rang in a low voice, with a bit of electrical current, "Are you busy recently? I haven't seen you calling home..." The man's voice sounded ramblingly, Hei Xiao Xiao blinked.

"Dad..." His voice was choked with sobs, and Luo Heng, who was far away in country Z, stopped talking.

"What's the matter?" Luo Heng, who had already passed the 40-year-old threshold, glanced at Hei Zhe who was reading the newspaper next to him. His voice was full of worry, which made the man look up from the newspaper, and looked at him with dark and quiet eyes with inquiries.

The son cried.

Luo Heng mouthed to his man.

"It's okay." Hei Xiaoxiao took a breath, trying to sound as normal as possible, "It's just that I've been too busy recently and haven't called you for a long time. I miss you and my father."

Luo Heng smiled when he heard his words: "We miss you too, so let's go home this year for Chinese New Year, Qi Ao is still thinking about you..."

Hei Xiaoxiao listened to the warm and kind voice on the phone, nodded, thinking that the other party couldn't see her, she replied again: "Well, I'll be back when I'm on vacation."

The two father and son chatted for a while, Hei Zhe looked at the phone in his daughter-in-law's hand, with forbearance in his eyes, Luo Heng saw that the man who was almost half a hundred still showed such a small look, he felt amused, and glanced at him Then he handed over the phone in his hand.