The object of "formal marriage" is a little sick

On Chen Yi's birthday, she strolled to the hospital for a physical examination. When she was waiting for the results, she sat on a bench and played with her mobile phone. She checked the hot spots and saw: Luo's Xiaokai loves racing, fell off a cliff, and there is no news so far.

The kid is really crazy now, he smiled and thought of racing with Xu Shuyang in the past, and almost got into a fight.At that time, I was still young, and I was not afraid of anything, not like now, when I felt something wrong with my body, I had to go to the hospital for a visit, for fear of getting old and suffering.

Reminiscing that the phone rang before he had finished recalling that time, the doctor called him at this moment, he turned off the phone and went in to get the report, after all, life was more important.

After taking the report and preparing to go downstairs, the elevator broke down. The examination room is on the fourth floor. If you want to go down, you have to go through the inpatient department. Chen Yi is notoriously lazy. There will be no way. At once.

I used to think about the reaction of people around me when I got an incurable disease. He wanted to make a documentary. If someone misses him, he can search it on the computer to see. However, after a few years of death, no matter how important someone is, will it be true? It becomes transparent and slowly disappears in the minds of friends and family members. It is a bit uneconomical to think about it. It takes a lot of effort to take a picture, and it will disappear after two years. It is better to write a letter to each of them, and finally write it down and feel worried after leaving. , Miss you, come back to see you from time to time, this is a good idea, I think it will be remembered forever.

As soon as she took a few steps, she saw two people approaching from the opposite side in a hurry. Chen Yi stepped aside for fear of being hit.

"Don't worry about him! Let him fend for himself!"

The middle-aged woman next to him caught up and said, "He's your own son! Fortunately, he's fine this time. If something happens, I won't live. You can live at home!"

"Don't talk about it, it's not all you are used to! Find someone to see if I'm not skinning him!"

Chen Yi heard their voices getting farther away before she raised her feet and walked forward. As soon as she turned around, she was hit by an unidentified object flying towards her. I couldn't see anything clearly, so I squatted down on the ground and groped around, looking for a sudden sound above my head.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were blind."

While speaking, Chen Yi touched the metal frame next to him. One of the lenses was broken, but it was still usable. He wiped ashes and put it on his eyes, only then did he realize that it was a cripple in a wheelchair who bumped into him.

The man sighed and said again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are nearsighted, the degree is quite high, I still think I can't see, this is a joke."

Chen Yi rubbed the bruise on her wrist and took a look at him, then said angrily, "This wheelchair of yours is also very chic, and there are two balloons hanging on it, I give you a piece of advice, don't use it as a hot air balloon, so as not to fly into the sky on a whim, I won’t be there next time when it lands, I have to change the stretcher.”

After finishing speaking, he didn't talk to the man again, and walked a few steps to the top of the stairs to find that his right arm was dislocated, so he had to register again for a plaster cast. It was six o'clock in the afternoon after all the tossing, and the phone rang again when he left the hospital building.

"I said, young master, can you hurry up, the whole family is waiting to celebrate your birthday, why are you dawdling?"

Chen Yi couldn't drive, so she had to stop the car while talking on the phone, "You guys eat first, I broke my arm and can't drive, and it will take a while to take a taxi from the Third Hospital."

Chen Yu said, "Don't bother, wait for me to pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yi turned around twice, found a stone pier to sit on, and started fighting landlords with her long legs up. His brother just came back from the United States two days ago, and brought his sister-in-law and nephew back to China for the New Year. The house was lively Really, today I have to celebrate my birthday together, they are so old, he really doesn’t care about birthdays, mainly because I’ve lived for 30 years, and I’m tired of any fun festivals, let alone birthdays, but this year’s birthdays are different , He didn't expect that he broke his arm on the day he was 30 years old, and thanks to the cripple, he really had an extraordinary birthday.

In the VIP ward on the fourth floor, the man sitting on the single bed was holding up his mobile phone to search for the signal, "Wang Mian, what kind of broken ground are you looking for, the signal is still intermittent."

The man sitting by the bed was sweating, he didn't know what news he was reading on his phone, his hands were shaking.Just like that, he still didn’t forget to pass the peeled orange in his hand, with an aggrieved expression on his face, “General Manager, a new surgical building is being built here recently, so the signal is up and down, come here, and replenish water.”

Luo Qian stuffed two pieces of oranges, and kept muttering, "It would be great if I could really take a hot air balloon, the signal is great."

Thinking of the man at the door just now, he thought it was funny. He looked at the gentleman, he didn't swear at anyone, and he was very calm with his shabby glasses. The main thing was that he was quite good-looking. He had a pale face, strangely thin, so scared that he almost thought It knocked people apart, lying on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"Huh? What hot air balloon?"

Luo Qian swallowed the orange in his mouth and waved his hands, saying, "It's nothing, what are you doing, sweating all over your forehead, my dad is looking for you?"

It’s okay if you don’t say this, but Wang Mian’s head hurts when he said this, “General manager, it’s not a way for you to hide the truth from your wife and the president?”

The person on the bed stretched his waist and laughed, "What do you say? Said that I made a fake news because of Bo Chengyan's concern? The old man had to take off my arms and legs! Why did you say that King Zhou You was so bold back then? Feng Huo plays princes, he should not be called Ji Gongyan, he should be called Ji Daudao."

Wang Mian bowed his head weakly, always felt that his heart stopped one day while he was working, and he was frightened to death when the forensic doctor checked.

As soon as Chen Yi entered the house, her little nephew rushed over, "Uncle, happy birthday! I drew this greeting card for you. I wish you eternal youth!"

Chen Yi looked at the three hairs on the top of the head on the card, smiled and picked him up with one hand and went to the living room, "Come on, let me borrow your good words, let's go and take you to play games."

The little nephew raised his hand to touch Chen Yi's glasses, and said cheerfully, "Uncle, your glasses are pretty cool, did you break them just now to punish the bad guys?"

Today's kids have all sorts of weird brains, Chen Yi squeezed his face and said, "Yeah, I'm so busy every day, you play first, I'll go upstairs and get a new one to accompany you."

"Ok!"

Liu Fei looked at her brother-in-law making out with her son and said to Chen Yu while picking vegetables, "I'm not too young, so there is no suitable person?"

Chen Yu stacked the items on the cutting board, and said helplessly, "He has a little idea. I used to ask him about anything I didn't understand with Yang'er. His nickname was Xiao Zhuge, and I didn't listen to it after I went to England." Talk about someone he likes at school. He plays around every day, and his parents are the only ones who spoil him."

Chen Yi played games with his little nephew, and his father strolled over with his hands behind his back. On the third lap, the little nephew pursed his lips and muttered, "Grandpa, do you want to play too?"

"Grandpa doesn't play, play with you." Chen Guolin waved his hand and started to circle again.

Chen Yi finally couldn't help pressing pause beside her, "Dad, just tell me if you have anything to say."

His father sneered, a little embarrassed to say, "Do you still remember Uncle Luo?"

"I have a little impression, what's the matter?"

Seeing that his son remembered, Chen Guolin asked tentatively, "Then do you still remember that you had a child relative?"