Want and want

The sky still seemed to be completely dark, and Teng Ning was woken up by the sound of the alarm clock after another. He squinted his eyes and fumbled for the phone. Numbers were displayed on the same dim screen. "It's time to get up." He muttered, he didn't struggle long in the warm bed, he hurriedly washed up, then he closed the door in a low voice, and walked lightly to the kitchen to make breakfast.Of course it wouldn't take too long to prepare the sandwiches that Teng Mushan often eats, but he had other ideas, so he had to get up early.

After working for a while, he finally couldn't help feeling drowsy, warmed his things carefully, went back to the room and lay down, rolled up the quilt and closed his eyes motionless to rest.

In the middle of the drowsy sleep, there was a slight noise outside, probably because Teng Mushan woke up - he has always been very punctual and strict with himself.

It was already past seven o'clock in the morning, and someone seemed to have opened the curtain outside the window, it was bright and bright, but Teng Mushan didn't care about it, he noticed the things covered by the small cover on the table at a glance.

It has been almost a week, and Teng Ning has been insisting on making breakfast for him, even the note under the plate has not stopped.It said: "There is still a pot of porridge inside. I heard that it is more nourishing for the stomach. Eat some before you go out." The handwriting is somewhat similar to Teng Mushan's, and there is a stick figure smiling face at the end, which is silly.

For some reason, Teng Mushan breathed a sigh of relief. After reading it, Teng Mushan put the note aside alone, sat at the table and swallowed the food that suits his taste under the slowly strong sunlight.The plate quickly became empty, and he stopped in a daze. He suddenly felt hungry, which was a feeling that he shouldn't have.So the lid of the pot on the stove was lifted, and a small bowl of porridge was filled. The lingering fragrance slid down the throat, and the stomach was immediately relieved.

When Teng Ning pulled out a slipper and shook it out, there was already no one outside. A few plates were still stuck in the shelf with moisture, and the forks and spoons were returned to their original places.Only the note was pressed under the vase on one side of the dining table. He picked it up and looked at it, then threw it into the small cabinet next to it, and put it together with the other ones.

The traces of being passive in the pot were not obvious, but Teng Ning smiled when he saw it, and took the rest of the porridge by himself.

It was hot today, and he was sweating all over after filling his stomach. He quickly changed into thin clothes, and lay on the side of the bed thinking about what to do later.There is still enough food in the refrigerator for two people to eat for a day or two, so there is no need to buy it specially, and the clothes have to be dried for a while before they are fragrant and soft. As for the house being cleaned by the aunt, he and Teng Mushan are not the same. Sloppy people, so don't worry about it.The holiday was still long, and Teng Ning felt that it was not good or good for Teng Mushan to go out to work so early. Although he could not meet him often, he also avoided the embarrassment of going through what happened last night.

The phone vibrated suddenly. Teng Ning picked it up and found that it was someone's urgent call for help: "Dad! Do you remember which reference book the professor mentioned?"

"Remember." He rummaged through the notes on his phone, got the title of the book and sent it along with a mocking emoji.

"Xiao Ningning, you're being very unkind... I just didn't pay attention, and I'm definitely not a scumbag." The other side got a bargain and acted like a good boy, so they immediately changed their name.

Teng Ning sneered: "Bai Xingchi, don't ask me for homework, or I'll kill you."

The other party can bend and stretch: "I am not the same as I was just now. By the way, Dad has already started writing, and I am still looking through the materials. Alas, it's a fucking little homework. It's so difficult that there is only so much time for the explosion. The professor really I thought we all learned to be teachers."

"I didn't write. I've been doing housework during this time." Teng Ning sat up straight. If the other party could see his expression, they would know that there was a smug and smug smile on this man's face.

Bai Xingchi: "... so hardworking, why hire housekeepers and do it yourself?"

"Auntie asked for leave, and my uncle is a person who only cares about work and can't take care of himself, so I bravely take responsibility."

"Tut tsk tsk." As one of the few people who understands Teng Ning's mind, Bai Xingchi couldn't help teasing, "If you do some housework, you'll be flirty. If you do it in the future, won't you be crazy?" But he also heard that if you like someone , I can't help but want to do anything for the other party, filling my chest all the time, and being stupid is also common.

Teng Ning held his chin, thought for a moment, and decided not to talk nonsense with him: "You reminded me, the homework should be done quickly, and leave time to do other things." Or get fucked, anyway, he didn't give up in the dictionary, let alone Teng Mushan Knowing that he has bad intentions, he has not deliberately distanced himself recently, it seems hopeful.

"Good luck dad."

"Hey."

In fact, at first Teng Ning wanted to study medicine, just like Teng Mushan, but maybe something that his mother left him through his blood had a wonderful reaction, so he finally chose the composition department.Teng Ning's mother was a talented woman who had gained a reputation early on in music, but unfortunately, she met an unkind person and fell ill when Teng Ning was born, and passed away a few years later.Since she had no other relatives, the funeral and Teng Ning went round and round in the hands of Teng Mushan, who was not close and hadn't been in touch for a long time.

Although Teng Mushan has always been cold-hearted, for some reason he adopted Teng Ning instead of sending him to the orphanage.When he was young, Teng Ning still felt sad, thinking that his uncle didn’t like him, and he often had the idea of ​​depending on others. Later, when he grew up, he realized that Teng Mushan’s attitude towards everyone was similar. Rather, the moment he decided to take care of him, he had little warmth It's time.

Teng Ning is as grateful as he is entangled in their uncle-nephew relationship, otherwise he would have no chance to get close to Teng Mushan.

... ran crookedly.

He tried his best to pull back his thoughts that were about to disappear, and went to the room at the end of the corridor with his mobile phone in his hand. After opening the door, there was no such dusty smell, but it was very clean. Musical instruments, bookshelves, tables and chairs, etc. were all covered with dustproof cloth. The floor also seemed to be cleaned regularly by the auntie.Teng Ning is proficient in few musical instruments, the guitar barely counts as one, and others such as the harmonica and the piano are only a little familiar, so when he filled out his volunteers, he chose a composition that focused on theory and did not require much playing skills.

When he was in junior high school, Teng Ning knew more about his mother and came into contact with some of her previous works.In addition, at that time, many people in his class began to have a concept of "like", or were groping for a partner. Occasionally, they pretended to be adults and talked about the so-called theory of love, "Only with different preferences can we get along longer", and he also listened to it. .Therefore, Teng Ning changed his mind and decided to be a literary youth, a good match for the doctor, and he has persisted until now.

Teng Mushan didn't say a word about this, but spent money to decorate this musical instrument room, and the sound insulation was particularly good.

"Well, let's practice first and find out how it feels..." he said to himself.

So he accidentally missed lunch, and almost didn't even remember dinner, but Teng Mushan called to remind him: "There is an emergency operation, don't wait for me."

Teng Ning's front foot should be straightforward, but his back foot immediately collapsed.But on second thought, what if Teng Mushan came back early?He pulled himself together, cheered himself up silently, left the untouched homework behind, and threw himself into the arms of the pots and pans.After finishing the last dish, he thought about it for a while, and gradually got an idea in his mind.

After dinner, Teng Ning tidied up the dishes and checked the meals that had been set aside separately. They were all carefully selected to ensure that they were suitable for Teng Mushan.Bored watching variety shows until seven or eight o'clock, and estimating the time for a surgery, he decisively went out with an insulated lunch box.Although there is a canteen in the hospital, Teng Mushan was picky. If he wasted time, he would rather be hungry than order takeaway.

When I rushed to the hospital, the few stardust in the sky were also dimmed, and it was gloomy as if it was going to rain.Teng Ning was not worried, he always carried his umbrella carefully, but he was even more worried about whether Teng Mushan would eat, and what would happen if he ignored it.On the road, there were always people in a hurry or hospital beds brushing past him. He habitually made room for him, and even helped an old man walking slowly before getting on the elevator.

There will always be an indelible smell of medicine in the hospital, everywhere, especially on the patients.But Teng Ning didn't think too much about it, probably because he loved Wu and Wu, and he was willing to protect every bit of Teng Mushan, including his own image.When turning a corner and meeting a nurse or doctor, he would smile subconsciously and friendly, thinking that this one might have helped Teng Mushan with work, and that one might be Teng Mushan's colleague.

Since he had been there a few times, Teng Ning still remembered the location of Teng Mushan's office, and found the place smoothly. "Dr. Teng just finished an operation and is resting." He bid farewell to the nurse who warmly reminded him, and carefully opened the door to enter. The man who never seemed to get tired really didn't look like he imagined lying on the table, but sat upright, frowning Ask: "Why are you here?"

"Dinner." Teng Ning raised his hand and showed him a huge insulated lunch box.

Teng Mushan's voice couldn't discern emotion: "Make up your own mind."

Numbed by the shock, Teng Ning leaned over brazenly, and brought out meals layer by layer while muttering: "You should be fine later, right? Have a good meal, it's because the doctor doesn't know how to take care of himself, and he wants me to... ...my nephew is too talkative." The second half of the sentence is filled with a bit of joking anger.Seeing that Teng Mushan still didn't move, he sighed secretly, but he was not forgiving: "Uncle, you can either spend time with me or eat, you are so smart."

Understanding what he meant, Teng Mushan thought for a long time, and finally chose to eat in silence.To be honest, he was irritated by the sudden operation tonight, but as soon as he took the hot food, those bad emotions seemed to fade away instantly.

Teng Ning hid out wisely.

The place near the stairwell is relatively hidden. He was leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone. It happened that two young nurses passed by together, and the corners of their white clothes came into his sight:

"...Busy, what do you think those people are tossing about, they didn't let Dr. Teng handle it before, and they were shy when something happened."

"Dr. Teng is not angry?"

"I think he's so annoying to those people that he didn't eat dinner."

"After all, I'm a doctor, so it's not a problem to just watch the patient..."

"Tch, relying on this, they sent people here in a hurry at night. I heard that this family has not been in power for a long time, and they have little experience. At first, they thought they could handle Dr. Teng. Who knows that stealing chickens will not make money."

"To be honest, Dr. Teng is really good. He's almost forty, isn't he? He still has so much energy."

"Besides, he is still single. Unfortunately, he seems to be retiring from the front line, so we may not be able to see him in the future. I heard that a pharmaceutical company wants to poach Dr. Teng to work."

"I've also heard that the person in charge looks quite pretty, and we really have no chance compared to her..."

"No, no, Dr. Teng is also cold to her."

"Who knows."

"really."

"..."

Teng Ning didn't hear what they said afterwards, but only knew that the screen of the phone went dark, reflecting his unpredictable expression.