A large flower basket sits on Zicheng's desk, with a bouquet of lilies, plum blossoms and roses standing in the center, surrounded by a starry bellflower that expresses gratitude, followed by a thousand days of red for "love that never fades", a large flower for "all the best", gerbera for "happiness", lily of the valley for "happiness again", and narcissus lilies for "looking forward to meeting again".

"Who gave this here?", Zicheng muttered to himself as he searched for the cards in the flower basket. When he found the small card hidden in the flower cluster and saw the handwriting on the card, he couldn't help laughing, "This girl also knows how expensive it is to send flowers."

Because the card is neatly written: Brother Zicheng: Your arrival is the happiness of our whole family, and I look forward to seeing us again. Love your sister forever! Xie Yuhe.

Xie Yuhe, an eight-year-old girl, is the baby daughter of Xie Jinsuo, the object of Zicheng's return visit.

Zicheng's mind couldn't help but flash the figure of the well-behaved girl, but then he sighed again, he was worried about the girl's family situation, imagining that once the girl's father Xie Jinsuo passed away, how would the girl spend her days in the future?

Is there really no better and more effective way to cure lung cancer? He was entangled in such thoughts, and fell into bitter thoughts.

The flow of people coming and going in the office did not drag him out of his meditation, at this moment, a little light seemed to flash in his mind and then disappeared, he immersed himself again, looking forward to the flash of that little light in his thoughts again, if he kept this light, he found a new way to treat lung cancer, but this light flashed, no matter how much he pursued, he could not find it back. He tugged at his hair, and his handsome face lost its luster from pain.

He sat still, searching his mind for the vague idea that flashed by him, so much so that he forgot all about time.

It was about lunch time, and Shangguan Weiwei, who had come to have lunch with Zicheng, also entered the door at this time. She saw the flower basket on Zicheng's table, and she also approached the flower basket and picked up the card that Zicheng had thrown on the flower cluster.

Her originally smiling expression suddenly became cold as frost, just like the weather in the early summer of Binjiang, the sun was warm, a cool breeze blew, and then it turned cloudy, followed by lightning and thunder, and then a heavy rain came with the wind.

"What do I say, Luo Zicheng, what do I say, the people who have ignored me these days have been ignoring me, it turns out that there is a fox spirit outside, and they have come to hook the soul, you see, you see, how fleshy it is, 'love your sister forever', and 'look forward to us meeting again'", Shangguan Weiwei's words became more and more ugly.

Luo Zicheng was annoyed that he couldn't find that fleeting idea, and was suddenly scolded by Wei Wei unreasonably and indiscriminately, and a ball of anger exploded, he grabbed the water glass on his table and splashed it on Wei Wei's face, and then walked to the office.

Several colleagues in the same office also put down their work and came together to help persuade Weiwei. This said, this is obviously a child's handwriting, and there is nothing out of the ordinary?

But Shangguan Weiwei is like falling into an evil spirit, no matter how much everyone persuades, she will not forgive. Fortunately, it was lunchtime, which did not have a great adverse impact on the work of the hospital, but the aftershocks left by this incident still shook Zicheng's heart for a long time, making it impossible to calm down.

He felt deep regret and remorse for his immature view of love and his impulsiveness. thought that this matter would end like this, but when he returned home at night, he realized that how could a simple and straightforward incident become so infinitely complicated in the hands of Shangguan Weiwei?

This time, not only Shangguan Weiwei, but also his parents were already sitting in his home, and from the faces of his parents, Zicheng knew that Shangguan Weiwei's family was counting and humiliating his parents before he entered the door.

One such trifle, as for it?

He didn't want to entangle with Shangguan Weiwei's family, he wanted to go back to his room. But his father, Luo Yuejin, stopped him.

"Zicheng, can you explain, what happened to the girl sending flowers?"

"Dad, do you need an explanation?" Zicheng said.

"Why not, can my child let you be blinded like this?", Shangguan Weiwei's mother said.

"Auntie, what's the matter, do you listen to me explain? There is a lung cancer patient, we went to visit him, brought him some gifts, provided some treatment advice, his family in the name of the child gave me and another doctor a flower basket each, to express gratitude, is this also to report to Weiwei? Is it interesting to compete with an eight-year-old girl?"

At this time, Shangguan Weiwei's father, Shangguan Min, came out to speak, "That's the case, Weiwei lost her temper in Zicheng's office, it's really Weiwei's fault, but the girl's jealousy also shows that she cares about Zicheng and loves Zicheng."

"I'd rather not have this kind of love, you can let me go", Zicheng said to himself in his heart.

"Zicheng, you sit, Teacher Lan, you also sit, we are not here to ask the teacher today, we are here to tell you a good news, we asked Weiwei's opinion, we think that Weiwei and Zicheng have been dating for more than a year, and their relationship is more mature, so we decided to wait a few months for Weiwei to be a daughter-in-law after graduation, you have no opinion!", Shangguan Min's words are an order, a holy decree, and there seems to be no room for negotiation.

"Let us discuss," Lan Xin said.

"What else are you discussing? My daughter is not worthy of your boy? Hurry up and buy a decent house to make a new house, Weiwei, let's go home", Shangguan Weiwei's mother got up and left, Weiwei followed suit, and Weiwei's father Shangguan Min also followed, leaving Zicheng's family to cry and stand in the living room without tears.

"This, this, how can there be this? We can't discuss, they have the final say?", Teacher Lan Xin angrily focused her eyes on her husband Luo Yuejin, waiting for his final attitude.

"I think it's okay to get married. To put it bluntly, we are now just a flat-headed people, what can we talk about? Zicheng is going to develop when he comes back, and there is no one to help, how can he develop? With the big tree of Weiwei's family, Zicheng has a broad space for development, and such an opportunity is not a good thing that everyone can encounter, I think I can promise them. No matter the conditions, no matter the request, as long as she Shangguan Weiwei becomes my daughter-in-law, they will naturally not be able to go anywhere?", Luo Yuejin's words made Lan Xin's heart rise with a chill, but she knew that she couldn't refute her husband, and it was the habit of Luo Yuejin for many years to have the final say.

Luo Zicheng patiently listened to his father's opinion, and walked out, this child is such a problem, when it comes to the critical time, he doesn't know to insist on his own opinion, but uses silence to show his attitude.

The riverfront at night is more beautiful and inviting than during the day. But tonight's Zicheng is not in the mood to enjoy the night view, a nameless anger is burning in his heart, and he needs to find a place where he can extinguish his anger.

Walking along the Binjiang River for a few hundred meters, you will arrive at the Zhuyin Lane Forest Bar on Tianxin Street. Zicheng walked in without thinking about it.

There were only three or five strange visitors in the bar, sitting or leaning on each other, and the low music slowly filled the air.

Zicheng saw a corner, a sweet and quiet corner, a dark corner, where the world had been banished except for the greeting of music. He wanted to be in such a corner, to intoxicate himself, so that he could extinguish his anger and forget his humiliation.

He ordered a set of "Fire Dragon Soaring", which is a highly blended liquor made by Qing Bar. The crystal liquid seemed to have a glimmer, and he silently played with the wine glass in his hand, silently letting the liquid pass through his lips and tongue, through his throat, and straight into his stomach, and then slowly let his body and brain sink and sink together.

When he was still sober, there were always some strange thoughts popping up in his mind: in the process of love management, he and Weiwei are two people with completely different backgrounds, and they have a lot to run in with each other, but now ask themselves, do they have real love with Weiwei? When utilitarianism is dressed in love, how far can their so-called love go?

It is arbitrary to say that it is easy or difficult for two people to get along, and everyone will have a different way of getting along, but getting along must be based on mutual trust and mutual tolerance. If any relationship is not built on trust, then the relationship will eventually go down the drain. The accumulation of a deep relationship requires long-term perseverance over the years, and a distrust can shatter the relationship in an instant.

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In another corner of the Qing Bar, Bai Keran and Qin Beibei were discussing the continued treatment of their 'Qin Dad' after surgery. They saw Zicheng's arrival, but they didn't immediately go over to say hello. Beibei roughly guessed the reason why Zicheng was depressed, and she said to Keran: Let him be quiet first.

After the discussion of the continued treatment of 'Father Qin' after the operation, Beibei took Bai Keran and moved their seats to the same place with Zicheng.

After introducing Bai Keran and Zicheng to each other, Beibei asked with concern: Zicheng, don't you like to sit at the bar? Isn't the anger at noon today gone? Weiwei is still a child, why don't you give up on her?

Zicheng said: Beibei, I really don't know what to say? Do you know, I'm angry now? Today at noon, Weiwei made a fuss in my office, and at night she brought her parents to my house and gave me a strong ultimatum, asking us to prepare a new house, and in a few months when she graduates, we will get married. The difficult thing is that my mother didn't say it, but she was against it in her heart, I knew my mother's attitude towards Weiwei from the beginning, and my dad firmly supported it, I knew that my dad was completely out of utilitarian purposes, and he took a fancy to the rights of Weiwei's family, what do you say I should do?

So all three fell silent. In the end, it was Bai Keran who broke the silence. He said: Zicheng, although we are new acquaintances, we are both young people, our hearts are the same, in the attitude towards love, I think you don't need to be entangled at all. I think there is a principle to grasp in love, love should have the same thoughts, common beliefs and pursuits in the first place, and take the good soul, noble sentiments, and psychological integration as the first criterion for choosing a mate. Shakespeare once said: Love is not sweet words in the shade of a tree, not honey words in the peach blossom garden, not light tears, not even rigid compulsion, but a spiritual communication based on a common foundation. Therefore, the most important condition in the choice of lovers should be like-minded, and the ideological character, career ideals and life interests are generally the same. The noble love of Marx and Yanni is based on like-mindedness, and it is precisely because of this that their love has withstood the test of hardships and hardships and has become a good story. The concept of love should be an organic combination of ideals, morality, obligations, careers and **. You say, isn't that so?

Listening to Bai Keran's words, which were similar in age to himself, Zicheng felt how naïve he seemed in front of Keran, and he didn't have any practice, harmony and harmony that could be dyed.

He said thoughtfully to Keran: "Good brother, I will seriously consider your opinion.

"Okay, Zicheng, I'll stop for now, I still have to do something", Bai Keran walked out after speaking.

He whispered to Beibei, who saw her off: Zicheng's problem, I'll solve it. As the saying goes, 'I don't go to hell, who goes to hell'

"And how do you get in?" asked Beibei.

Bai Keran smiled mysteriously and did not answer.