The cold orthopedic surgeon and the quirky little painter of the same humanities.

The new orthopedic surgeon from the city hospital was so handsome that he was jealous, and the little nurses could swallow a few more mouthfuls of food in front of Feng Cheng's face every day, and quietly hung his name on the grass of the city hospital.

The little painter Su Tingbai was hit by a bicycle and fractured his lower leg, and he was still lying on the hospital bed, but he fell in love with this serious handsome guy at a glance.

After a hundred days of injured muscles and bones, Su Tingbai lay in the hospital for a hundred days, and painted a hundred portraits of Feng Cheng.

"Doctor Feng, this is you when I checked the infusion today. ”

"Doctor Feng, this is you who helped me adjust the angle of the bed. ”

"Doctor Feng, this is what I drew when you poured hot water for me today, I heard that you are about to get off work, and the drawing is a little sloppy, don't dislike it. ”

"Doctor Feng, this is your brain, hehehe..."

"Doctor Feng......"

The little painter's thoughts were all written on his face, but Doctor Feng was hard-hearted, he didn't accept a single painting, his face was paralyzed all day long, and he didn't want to look at her more.

*

Until Su Tingbai was finally able to be discharged from the hospital.

She was on crutches, with a shy smile on her face, and the road was still a little unsteady, but she boldly blocked the road of Fengcheng.

A thick stack of paper was handed over, and the seal bowed his head, and he quickly recognized that it was the hundred pictures she had drawn.

The girl's voice was bright and full of vitality, "Doctor Feng, I'm about to be discharged from the hospital, and I may not see you in the future." Can these paintings be .....?"

Before she finished speaking, Feng Cheng raised his wrist to look at the time and walked straight past her.

Su Tingbai's voice was stuck in his throat, and he looked at his back in a bit of a daze, but he didn't expect a child to run around the corner and knock her to the side. Her center of gravity was already unstable, one hand was about to support the crutches, and the other hand subconsciously released to support the ground.

The drawing paper in his hand also took off his hand and flew out of the window.

She struggled to her feet, only to see the fluttering white paper scattered in the air.

The piece of paper, which had all her admiration written on it, was lifted by the wind and smashed down on the surface of the lake.

It's like her broken heart.

*

After Su Tingbai left, Feng Cheng really lived a clean life.

There was no more chattering, no more candy sneaking into his desk, and no longer had to endure the teasing glances of his colleagues.

But something is different.

At some point, he began to miss the chattering voice, began to subconsciously check whether there was any sugar in his drawer, and began to gradually recall those paintings.

After dreaming of the girl who sent the painting for the third time, Feng Cheng found her school by virtue of the name she had said on a certain time in her memory.

But her teacher told him that the person he was looking for had dropped out of school a few months ago and had gone abroad, and no one knew exactly where it was.

*

It turned out that what she said before she left might never see her again, but she really couldn't see each other.

Feng Cheng stood in the scorching sun, looking up at the cloudless sky, the chirping of cicadas, the chirping of birds and the conversation of pedestrians turned into a clear and slow heartbeat in his ears.

He suddenly felt that there was something empty.

The world is so big, Feng Cheng can no longer find the person who will paint a hundred pictures for him.

*

Perhaps God finally heard his prayers, and Feng Cheng finally saw her again.

Three years is not a long time, but it is enough for the girl to wash away her youth.

She stood on the podium, holding the trophy to greet everyone, her young face full of confidence and joy.

The stage lamp gilded her with a layer of brilliance, dazzling.

The host asked the youngest laureate in art history what led her to create such a moving painting.

She answered generously, but it made Feng Cheng's eyes red in front of the screen.

"Maybe it's because I have an obsession in my heart. ”

"Since it's an obsession, how can it be so easy to let go? ”

*

The awards ceremony went on on TV.

Feng Cheng entered the room and opened the safe, and took out a notebook from it. There was a bookmark in the notebook, and inside was a torn graffiti.

The graffiti is wrinkled and badly faded, and the corners reveal a ring of raw edges of the paper, which shows that its owner often takes it out to play with.

This was drawn by Su Tingbai secretly in his notebook three years ago, when he lost his temper and tore off the graffiti.

As a result, during a certain cleaning, he found it under the sofa in the office.

It was the only evidence that could prove that she really existed, aside from the cold data.

It is also the only thought he has had in the past few years.

*

At the end of the lengthy awards ceremony, Su Tingbai's ankle, which she was not used to wearing high heels, hurt so much that it exploded, and she was tiredly helped by the assistant to walk to the parking lot, but she saw the person she thought she would never see again in her life.

Su Tingbai opened his mouth and looked at Feng Cheng with some complexity, "Doctor Feng, long time no see." ”

Seeing her lukewarm attitude, Feng Cheng self-deprecatingly hooked the corners of his lips that were a little stiff in the winter night.

When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, "Long time no see, I haven't congratulated Miss Su yet......"

"Thank you. Su Tingbai interrupted him, gathered his coat, and lowered his eyes.

Feng Cheng's heart was suffocated, and the joy when he saw her dissipated in an instant, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

He closed his eyes in resignation, took out a document bag from his arms and handed it to Su Tingbai, "In the past three years, I have been owing you an apology. Now, I want to use this to officially say sorry to you. I owe you a hundred paintings, and now, I will pay you back a hundred paintings. ”

Those 100 paintings...... Su Tingbai still clearly remembered the scene where they were swept up and scattered by the wind.

Su Tingbai pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and saw Feng Cheng's expression of "If you don't pick me up, I'll always stretch like this", sighed lightly, and still took the document bag.

There was still his body temperature on the document bag, which was not high, but it was so hot that Su Tingbai's fingertips trembled.

There are no more, no less, exactly 100 paintings, all of which are from her three years ago.

She was lying on the hospital bed, when she was forced to drink medicine, when she was holding her chin and looking out the window, and when she walked on crutches for the first time......

The style of these paintings is all too familiar to her, not far from the 100 paintings she had made three years ago.

Su Tingbai looked down and was silent.

The last trace of hope in Feng Cheng's heart was finally shattered, he exhaled a deep breath, and choked up: "I don't expect your forgiveness, and I won't bother you again in the future, I wish you... Prosperity. ”

As soon as he turned around, he heard Su Tingbai call his name.

"Hey, Feng Cheng, who said you owed me to pay it off. ”

Feng Cheng looked back at her in surprise.

Su Tingbai wiped the tears from his face, raised his chin and looked at him, his eyes were shining, as if they were full of stars, "I gave you one hundred and one paintings that day, and you still owe me one!"

Feng Cheng was stunned in place, a little unresponsive, "What?"

"I haven't seen you for three years, how have you become stupid!" Su listened to Bai Po and laughed, stepped forward, and said loudly: "The last painting is, it's been three years, why do you still make me so tempted." ”

By the end of the day, he couldn't cry again.

When embraced by those soft arms, the heart that had been frozen for three years finally beat again.

*

Feng Chengshuai, an orthopedic surgeon at the city hospital, was so jealous that the little nurses could swallow a few more mouthfuls of food when they looked at his face.

But everyone knows that Dr. Feng has a little girl who can draw in his heart.

He lost her, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to stay where he was, waiting, waiting.

But fortunately, he finally waited for his sweetheart.