Thousands of years old silly white sweet

The Chinese New Year is especially important to the Chinese. As long as the local patients die before leaving the hospital, they all pack up and go home for the New Year. There is only Xiujue left on this floor of the VIP ward.

Without patients, the hospital became lively instead. The doctors and nurses went to the cafeteria to have a reunion dinner and get drunk with tea instead of wine.

Dong Changqing sighed when he heard what they said.

"what happened?"

"I just think they are very pitiful, and they can't go home during the Chinese New Year."

"...We are not the same."

"Of course it's different. The two of us are together, isn't it a reunion?" Dong Changqing laughed innocently, as if he didn't know what he said meant to Xiujue.

Xiujue touched his face, only to feel that her heart was as soft as his face.

"Hey, Aunt Wang sent me a WeChat message, saying that her son is in the lobby on the first floor and asked me to pick up the vegetables!" Dong Changqing put on her coat and was about to go downstairs, but was stopped by Xiujue.

"and many more."

"Ok?"

Xiujue took out a red envelope from under his pillow and handed it to Dong Changqing, "Give this to Aunt Wang's son, and say it's lucky money for her grandson. It's not easy for people to go back and forth during the Chinese New Year, so we can't let them go to waste."

There are sophistication everywhere in life, Dong Changqing took the red envelope and nodded, "I know!"

In the hall downstairs, Dong Changqing saw Aunt Wang's son at a glance. He was a middle-aged man with the same eyes and nose as Aunt Wang. When he saw Dong Changqing, he walked over with a smile, "I can't find the ward. , I had no choice but to let you down."

"It's okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"What's the trouble? I'm grateful for Mr. Xiu's care of my mother." He said, and handed the few food boxes in his hand to Dong Changqing, "I'll deliver dumplings in the evening."

Dong Changqing hurriedly sent the red envelope over, "This is the New Year's money that Mr. Xiu gave to your son, buy some delicious food for him."

"How embarrassing." He pushed and refused to accept it.

"Accept it, and have a good New Year."

After a few polite words, Aunt Wang's son accepted the red envelope and thanked him with a smile.

Dong Changqing looked at his leaving back, pursed her lips and smiled.

Back in the ward, Xiujue had already got out of bed by himself, sitting on the stool and frowning as he set the dishes.

Because the injury at the shoulder is the most serious, every movement of Xiujue's arm will involve the wound. Seeing him frowning, Dong Changqing knew that he was in pain, "Mr. Xiu! What are you doing!"

"Well, nothing." Xiujue immediately let go of his hand and sat there obediently.

"The doctor told you to rest, why are you still moving around?"

Xiujue rubbed his stiff elbow twice, feeling a little annoyed, "I'm going to be paralyzed if I keep raising it."

Lie on the bed without moving for a week, let alone someone like Xiujue who doesn't like lying down very much, even a lazy guy who wants to lie in bed every day, his bones will be brittle.

"Then you're not willing to tell me to help you heal your back..." Dong Changqing muttered, putting out the vegetables in the food box.

Aunt Wang is still partial to him, and all the dishes she prepares are his favorites, sweet and sour pork ribs, fish in tomato sauce, pork in a pot, and a rotten hoof, "Wow, it smells so good~"

Xiujue, who had no taste in his mouth, was also hungry for meat. He urged Dong Changqing to heat up the rice, and he added a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs to his mouth first.

Pork ribs, there is no onion, ginger and garlic in it, which is completely suitable for Xiujue who is avoiding food.

"Is it tasty?"

"Ah."

Because of this um, Dong Changqing ate a piece of the whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Xiujue naturally noticed.

He couldn't help but recall the days when he brought Dong Changqing back to the villa.

He remembered that Aunt Wang made sweet and sour pork ribs, fried chicken wings, and Mushu meat that day. The sweet and sour pork ribs were the most suitable for Dong Changqing's appetite, because he ate a piece, and Dong Changqing almost stared at her. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the eyes were vicious.

This contrast made Xiujue laugh out loud, and when Dong Changqing was about to ask him what he was laughing at, Xiujue's cell phone rang.

"Go get it, it should be a New Year call."

Dong Changqing picked up the phone and saw the name on it, her expression changed slightly.

"who is it?"

"Ji Xinglin."

Xiujue glanced at him, picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello."

"Happy New Year!"

"happy New Year."

"Are you still in the hospital?"

"Ah."

Ji Xinglin on the other side of the phone sighed, "You are really..."

Dong Changqing couldn't understand what he said, but Xiujue knew it.

Apart from my subordinates, I don't have any relatives, and I only have Ji Xinglin as a friend. When Ji Xinglin returns to China for the New Year, it's normal to come to visit and accompany him in bed.

However, Xiujue himself had a mandatory requirement, unless he was dying of illness, Ji Xinglin could never come.

It was hard to correct Dong Changqing's feelings for him, and Xiujue didn't want them to have any more contact with each other.

After hanging up the phone, Xiujue met a pair of clear eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Rice sticks to my face."

"What?" Xiujue touched his face in disbelief, "Where?"

"It's right there." Dong Changqing pointed randomly, through his erratic eyes, Xiujue guessed that he was lying to himself, but he didn't expose it, "Then help me get it off."

Dong Changqing smirked and remained silent, leaned over and kissed him on the face, and said sweetly, "Happy Chinese New Year~"

Xiujue also smiled, and hugged his waist loosely, "There are still rice grains."

"where?"

Xiujue touched his lips, and another kiss was ushered in.

After the intimacy, Dong Changqing put away the dishes and helped Xiujue back to the bed. Seeing him lying there with difficulty, Dong Changqing looked sad, "When will your injury heal..."

"Tired of staying in the hospital?"

Dong Changqing turned around without answering.

Xiujue suddenly understood something, and his earlobes were as red as blood.

In the evening, Dong Changqing and Xiujue huddled together on the bed to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The Spring Festival Gala, which was extremely boring to most viewers, was fresh and interesting in Dong Changqing's eyes.

Xiujue lay down beside the bed and peeled oranges for him, one on the left and one on the right, half of the trash can was piled up with orange peels, "Okay, it's the last one."

Dong Changqing glanced at the fruit basket, "Isn't there still?"

"It's not good to eat too much."

"I'm not afraid, just peel another one off."

Facts have proved that Xiujue's words are always justified.

At 09:30 on New Year's Eve, Dong Changqing rubbed her belly and looked longingly at the three fresh dumplings filled with rich aroma.

"Can't eat?"

"Um... um."

Seeing his pitiful and aggrieved look, Xiujue couldn't help laughing, "Who told you to eat all the oranges in one go."

"It's delicious."

The oranges that Dong Changqing ate were ugly oranges delivered by Cui Yan yesterday afternoon. He ate eight of them in one go. The lid of the box, "Put it in the refrigerator, and microwave it if you are hungry in the middle of the night."

"Oh……"

Dong Changqing put the dumplings in the refrigerator, and when she came back, Xiujue held a red envelope in her hand, "Here for you, lucky money."

The red envelope was thick and bulging, several times richer than the one given to Aunt Wang's son at noon.

Dong Changqing took it and looked in through the gap, "Wow, there are so many."

"satisfied?"

"Satisfied! But... I heard that the juniors give lucky money to the elders. I am much older than you..."

"Then give me lucky money."

"No, no, no, although I am old, my heart is young." Dong Changqing put away the red envelope with a crooked smile, and went back to get the medicine for him.

After taking the medicine, Xiujue was about to fall asleep, Dong Changqing went to fetch water to help him wash, and when he came out of the bathroom with the basin, he locked the door, "Let me help you clean it."

Xiujue hasn't wiped his body for three days. Although the weather in the north is cold, it doesn't matter if he doesn't take a bath often, but when Xiujue takes medicine, the medicine will always flow everywhere, which is very sticky.

"it is good."

Xiujue sat on the side of the bed with his back straight, Dong Changqing carefully took off his hospital gown, held a white towel wet with warm water, and slowly wiped his body.

This was originally a very normal thing.

However, when Dong Changqing's fingertips brushed across his chest, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

The host of the Spring Festival Gala on TV was talking auspicious words lively, but Dong Changqing felt that the ward was extremely quiet, and he could even hear Xiujue's heartbeat.

"I..." "You..."

The two spoke at the same time, making the ambiguity more intense.

Dong Changqing moved closer to him, stood between his legs, and whispered, "President Xiu..."

Xiu Jue looked up at him, his eyes were filled with misty water vapor, and his blurry shadow was reflected in them, he obviously hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, but because of the eyes, he got a little drunk.

"Finished?"

"There are still legs that haven't been wiped." He said, squatting down, and went to fix Xiujue's trousers.

Xiujue rubbed Dong Changqing's soft hair, his voice was hoarse and deep, revealing a bit of lust, "Dongdong, do me a favor..."

...it's a process of helping each other.

Dong Changqing was tired, the basin was still on the ground but he didn't want to move anymore, squinting his eyes on the quilt like a lazy cat.

Xiujue wiped his fingers one by one with a wet tissue.

Shenhua's hands are different from ordinary people's. They are white, delicate and soft, and even the nails are slightly pink.

"I'm really curious, what do you look like when you are in flower."

Dong Changqing has not yet withdrawn from the pleasure, and she speaks with a seductive sweetness, "I'm curious too, I forgot..."

The first and last time I saw my own body was on the Queen Mother's head, in the glazed mirror.

Dong Changqing only remembers that he is a royal blue flower, and it is for this reason that he likes blue.

"President Xiu, I will never forget you, just like I won't forget that I like blue."

Xiujue is willing to believe in him, but is increasingly afraid of aging and death.

After a long silence, the twelve o'clock bell rang on the TV.

When the new year came, he was one year older.