What is your ideal?

It was Song Changkong who asked this sentence, and it was Song Changkong who answered first.

"My dream was to be a great doctor. ”

The heat in the middle of the table made Song Changkong's face on the other side look a little blurred.

"It's the kind of doctor who used to be hearsay, or the kind of TV drama that was talked about, really good. ”

There seemed to be some memory in his eyes, and after a pause, Song Changkong lowered his head.

When I looked up again, the contents of my eyes had disappeared, and I still had a faint smile on my face.

"Now the ideal, well, wife and children hot kang head, right? Of course, if the conditions allow, it can still be a little better. ”

"Hahahaha!"

There was burst laughter from the next table, not for this side, but for their own joy.

But I don't know why, Song Changkong also laughed, and then Zhang Tianyang also laughed.

"What about you, Tianyang, what ideals do you have?"

"Me. ”

Zhang Tianyang squinted his eyes and thought carefully, and then spoke softly.

"I want to change the world. ”

"Hahahaha!"

The next door started laughing again.

A few young people were joking, giggling.

Very carefree look.

Song Changkong seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face again.

"What a young man. ”

He sighed, didn't encourage it, didn't hit it, didn't even know if he was talking about Zhang Tianyang, or the group of young people at the back table, he just pointed to the menu.

"Tomorrow weekend, I will delay my work by one hour as usual, do you want to drink a little less?"

Zhang Tianyang stared at the menu and thought for a while, "It's okay." ”

So the liquor with a low degree and a slightly inferior quality was sent up.

Naturally, it can't compare to the foreign drinks that his roommate took him to the bar to order before, but Zhang Tianyang didn't dislike it.

Together with Song Changkong, there was a ride and a non-match drink.

Soon, Song Changkong's face on the opposite side was already red.

He didn't stop, and Zhang Tianyang didn't persuade him.

A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows.

Zhang Tianyang has the skill of "a thousand cups do not pour", and it stands to reason that he will not get drunk.

But after a few glasses of wine, the hot feeling spread from the throat to the stomach, and then turned into a stream of warmth, and inexplicably there was a little drunk.

Change the world......

Sounds so hard.

But if you don't try, who knows?

Let's start with gastroscopy techniques.

Well...... Everybody has a system or something...... Later, what if?

......

After sending Song Changkong back to the dormitory, it was already half past ten.

The area around the East Hospital is still densely populated.

But walking in the direction of the dormitory building, it gradually became deserted again.

The breeze brought some coolness.

Zhang Tianyang walked slowly, and when he walked to the playground, he paused, suddenly turned a corner, and walked in.

In the playground, there was another somewhat noisy scene.

There was no sun at night, but there was wind, and it was generally early to go to bed at half past ten for medical students, and there were many more people running on the playground than in the afternoon.

Zhang Tianyang slowly walked around the outer circle of the playground.

From time to time, someone catches up behind him.

There are girls in hot pants and headphones, running slowly.

There are also men who grit their teeth in a muffled voice, lean forward, and stride forward, covered in stinky sweat.

There is an aunt with a small speaker pinned to her waist, and she twists and twists to walk forward to exercise.

"Dreams are always out of reach, should I give up~

It's another season for flowers to bloom and fall, where are you in spring~"

A little higher on the right, the sound of a ballad came, followed by a "boo".

When I turned my head to look, I found that in the stands on the right, there was a boy holding a guitar and singing.

Not far behind him, the streetlights on the periphery of the playground were the only source of light.

The light shone out from behind him, but his face was immersed in shadow.

The boy didn't know how old he was, but he looked like a junior who hadn't been clinically done yet, and he wasn't stage frightened at all in front of everyone.

Holding his guitar, he played and sang loudly at the crowd running at night.

Zhang Tianyangxiao stopped with interest, looked up and listened to the singing that resounded through half of the playground.

"Youth is like a rushing river,

If you don't come back, it's too late to say goodbye,

Only the ordinary me is left, and I don't have the blood of the year~"

The boy's voice was hoarse from being raised.

What appeared in front of Zhang Tianyang at this moment was Song Changkong's face.

"My dream was to be a great doctor. ”

"Now the ideal, well, the wife and children are hot on the kang, right?"

The song is singing.

"The figures rushing to the future hurriedly drifted away,

Where is the future ordinary, ah, who will give me the answer~"

Zhang Tianyang raised his head and suddenly remembered Song Changkong's white hair on his temples.

I remembered how actively he helped every time he made rounds.

I remembered that he respectfully called the residents of the Oriental Hospital "teachers".

Thinking of the dinner table, he paused and added: "Of course, if the conditions allow, you can still be a little better." ”

"Stinky old Zhang!"

A familiar voice sounded from behind him, Zhang Tianyang turned his head slightly, and saw Xiao Lin Lin in sportswear.

He grinned at her.

"O people who accompanied me at that time, where are you now~

The person I once loved, what does it look like now~"

"You called me over, do you want to run, or do you want to listen to music?"

Lin Lin panted slightly, and when she heard the lyrics, her face was also flushed.

"Well, it's neither. ”

Zhang Tianyang smiled and touched Xiao Linlin's head, "I just miss you." ”

Lin Lin let him rub it twice, then grabbed his hand, sniffed it twice, and then frowned.

"You're drinking!"

Like a little beast, he leaned into Zhang Tianyang's arms and sniffed it, and then frowned even more.

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm not going to get drunk. ”

Pinching Lin Lin's face with both hands, Zhang Tianyang smiled happily.

Then, in Lin Lin's slightly distracted expression, he suddenly asked.

"What is your ideal?"

What is my ideal.

Lin Lin grabbed Zhang Tianyang's hand from his face and held it in his hand, but was held by the other party's backhand.

Stinky Lao Zhang's hands are a little big, a little soft, and a little warm.

The buddies on the stage are still singing loudly, and they are also ideals.

Lin Lin's mind was a little confused, but she answered very seriously.

"Well, my dream was to be a doctor. ”

"Doctor?"

Zhang Tianyang was a little distracted.

"Well, or maybe it's a dream? Unrealistic. ”

Lin Lin smiled and narrowed her eyes, "The ideal later is to try to be a good nurse as much as possible." ”

Zhang Tianyang squeezed Lin Lin's hand, feeling a little soft and a little cold.

Then he suddenly said, "Are you about to become a nurse?"

After being silent for a while, Lin Lin raised her little face and nodded lightly.

Zhang Tianyang thought for a while, "Because of the family?"

Lin Lin continued to nod, "They won't let me be a doctor or nurse all the time, at least at least, and they will also get a company." ”

"Will you be unhappy?"

"Nor will it. ”

Lin Lin smiled, her eyes shining.

"I chose a nurse instead of a doctor because I knew that I didn't have much free time, and if I chose a doctor, I might just be in contact with clinical practice now.

And, in fact, I still have two months to change careers. ”

She squinted at the man in front of her, and then silently added in her heart: "What's more, I met you." ”

"Have you figured out what you're going to do in the future?"

"Not yet. ”

Lin Lin shook his head and laughed slyly again, "You haven't answered me yet, what is your ideal." ”

Zhang Tianyang paused and repeated seriously.

"I want to change the world. ”

"Then I have a new ideal now. ”

"What is it?"

"Change the world with you. ”

Under the moonlight, in the singing, Lin Lin raised her little face, and there was light in her eyes.

So Zhang Tianyang gently rubbed her hairy head.

"Okay. ”

"Change the world together. ”

The crowd of people passed by.

With a hoarse singing voice scattered in the air.

Soft and warm palms, the temperature of each other.

There are not many stars in the sky.

One by one, they were scattered.

Hidden in the haze, it's not very bright.

But outside the clouds.

They stubbornly glow.

It has been lit for thousands of years.

It will continue to shine on.