Donald duck hung up the phone, as if he had completed a major mission, and his face began to return to his previous nonchalant expression. His mouth seemed to be smeared with oil, and he bragged nonsense with Liang Xiaoyu for a while, and from time to time he danced and compared, like a naughty child.

Liang Xiaoyu kept smiling and silent, leaning on the back of the chair, holding his cheeks, tilting his head, watching and listening with relish. A scene gradually emerged in front of his eyes: an actor performing a unique trick full of passion, one moment with a red face and angry eyes, as if he had a loyal and courageous spirit, one moment with a pale face, although with a smile but deep insidious, and one moment as green as a green pine, as if holding his stomach and wanting to explode at any time.

Donald Duck splashed with saliva, and the pressure of the past few days was completely deflated. Ever since Rufeng said that night he wanted to ask him for help, he never stopped worrying when he heard about this mess. He's not a timid person, but he doesn't want to get involved in something he doesn't understand. As a friend, he didn't want anything to go wrong with Rufeng because of this. Now, finally from a scientific point of view, this ** has been lifted, and the joy in his heart is no less than winning a million-dollar lottery.

After the excitement slowly cooled down, he looked at the time, and saw Liang Xiaoyu's intriguing expression, only to realize that it seemed to be a little too out of shape just now, but then he thought that he was not an outsider anyway, and a smile of "hehe" was a self-rescue, and then quickly restrained his smile and said goodbye seriously.

Liang Xiaoyu got up, patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly said with envy, "It's good to look at you like this, casual and chic, and reckless and true." ”

Donald Duck could hear this as a compliment, and suddenly pulled the collar of Liang Xiaoyu's white coat, and said solemnly, "Brother, being a doctor is a sacred profession, and you are my idol." ”

"Idols?the object of vomiting?haha!"

"How can there be, the object of worship, holding a scalpel, holding the power of life and death, is related to the happiness and sorrow of a family. ”

"Haha, I can't control the power of life and death, at most, it is to save the life and help the wounded, as for the quality of a family, I can't control it. ”

"Have you ever been scared?"

"Often scared. I'm afraid that I won't be able to save people, and I'm afraid that I'll delay the patient. ”

"I mean, your morgue ......."

"Hahaha, or, let's go, I'll take you to see. ”

Liang Xiaoyu had already grabbed Donald Duck's hand as he spoke. Donald Duck's eyes were quick, he quickly broke free, and then opened the door and ran away, and his exaggerated movements made Liang Xiaoyu laugh again.

Calm quickly returned to the office, Liang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, rubbed the stethoscope on his chest, sat back in his seat, and quickly devoted himself to the preparations for today's meeting.

About ten minutes later, his cell phone rang, which was rapid and harsh because of the unusually quiet office. The train of thought that had just been sorted out was interrupted, and he was a little irritable when he usually hated being disturbed at work the most, letting the bell ring, and his hand was still beating quickly on the keyboard of the computer. But the ringing did not mean to stop, and it was always beside him like a child who did not stop until he reached his goal, and his voice was like a cry urging the owner of the phone.

Liang Xiaoyu sighed deeply, stopped the movement in his hand helplessly, picked up the mobile phone and glanced at it impatiently, saw the word "uncle" on the caller ID, took a breath, and then slid the answer button.

A familiar voice, a little nervous, and a little old.

"Xiaoyu, my bastard boy looked for you today, right?"

"Uncle, how are you doing? Yes, just left. ”

"What is the matter with him looking for you all day long?"

"Asked me about one thing. ”

"Gu poison?"

You know. ”

"Sure enough, this kid is really not worry-free, what kind of poison, what kind of stuff is this! I think he really owes someone to clean up!"

"Don't blame him, he's here to help his friends. I think he's very good, and he's happy all day long. I envy him for being able to live his life on his own terms. And don't look at him as if he doesn't care about anything on the surface, but in fact he doesn't do things ridiculously. In this matter, he knows that he came to me, instead of recklessly groping around, it can be seen that he is a person who is thick and fine, and he is not as out of tune as you think. Uncle, I think you're worrying too much."

Tang Jian on the phone didn't complain to Liang Xiaoyu anymore, he was silent for a while, and then asked solemnly, "That, what kind of Gu poison is that, what do you think? You are a doctor, is it so evil from a scientific point of view?"

"Hahaha, uncle, you also believe it, when my cousin came just now, I saw that his face changed, in fact, how can it be as amazing as you think, it's just a poison. In my opinion, his friend is probably sick and needs to be checked in the hospital. Relax, it's not as scary as you think. ”

"Well, okay, Xiaoyu is bothering you. This kid didn't bother you, how is your mother lately, is she okay?"

Tang Jian seemed to be at ease, and casually started a family routine with Liang Xiaoyu. But the communication between the men was concise and clear, there was no mother-in-law, and after learning about the family and each other's recent situation, the conversation quickly ended.

On the top floor of Rufeng's villa, Rufeng is barebacked, wearing a black swimming trunk, sitting by the pool, his feet soaked in the water, facing a blue pool in a daze. Occasionally, his feet shook inadvertently, pushing the ripples of the pool toward the opposite shore and then back in the opposite direction. His eyes were staring at the layers of waves, looking straight into the bottom of the water, and the lines of the tiles at the bottom of the pool were clearly visible, but they were like a dream. Looking at it, he was stunned, as if he saw a figure lying at the bottom of the water, this person was either someone else or the woman he was worried about day and night.

He shouted excitedly, "Weilan, why are you swimming too?" but the sound spread in the air and quickly disappeared, and through the water, the figure in the water did not respond at all. He held his breath in a hurry, plunged headlong into it, and when he opened his eyes, he found nothing.

A dazed sense of loss tugged at his nerves, suppressing his original excitement, and he stabbed a fierce son in the water again, and then rushed directly out of the water. Wet hair haphazardly obscured his eyes, and water ran down his broad shoulders and down into the water. Although the figure was strong, it seemed lonely and lonely in the huge pool.

He raised his head, brushed away a few strands of messy hair in front of his forehead with his hand, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and asked with a confused look in his eyes, "God, please tell me, what's wrong with Weilan? What's wrong with my Weilan? If it wasn't for Gu poison, why would she think of Li Wenqiang as me back then? And what Yanzi said was true or false? Now that she is gone, it is impossible to verify." Weilan, are you okay now? If it weren't for Gu Poison, wouldn't it mean that I would be able to see you? I seem to appear in front of you right now, to see if you are doing now. You know what? I'm worried about you all the time, if it's not for the poison, then if I come back to my family to inherit the family business, won't I be separated from you in two cities for nothing? God, why are you playing such a trick on us? What the hell should I do?"

The inner contradiction tormented him, and he seemed to have turned into a roc, flying into the blue sky in an instant, and he could come and go freely beside the person he loved. However, now that he has gotten into the trap of his own career, it is no longer so easy to regain the same freedom as before, can his parents accept him running away from home again?

"Weilan, how good it would be if you were still single, we could have a chance to be together again. If God gives me another chance, I will definitely hold on to it and never let go. But now, do I want to continue? Originally, I thought that the purpose of my existence was to save her from pain, but now it seems that since Gu poison does not exist, is there any point in my efforts?" Rufeng muttered to himself.

For the first time in his life, he was so conflicted that he couldn't even convince himself. At that time, he left home desperately, with a clear goal, although he felt ashamed of his parents, but he was not so sad. That's because he has the hope that he can find his lover again, and thinks that as long as he works hard, there will still be opportunities. Later, when he learned that the person he loved was married and had children, he was sad and sad for a while, but his heart was also clear, and he clearly knew that the two people had really embarked on two parallel paths, and there would never be the possibility of intersecting again, so he thought that it would be good to see it occasionally, as long as the other party was happy, it was enough to comfort the hope in his heart. But then so many things happened one after another, especially when he learned from Yanzi that Li Wenqiang had been poisoned by Gu and was able to get it, he suddenly found a reason to fight for it and regain his love. For this reason, although he was worried on the one hand, after the goal was clear again, the hope that rose in his heart again was like a small flame on the grassland, constantly burning quietly in his chest, burning more and more. Therefore, he studied frantically and quickly mastered a lot of knowledge related to jade.

And today, he is lost again.

Although there are no winds and waves in his life, he is always like a roller coaster, which makes him sometimes excited, sometimes panicked, sometimes sees the clear flatness of the road, and sometimes the twists and turns of the curve. And no matter how hard he tried to control it, he found that after all, he only lost his direction with a weak heart, and could only be at the mercy of it, wherever he went, and he couldn't stop running all the way before the time came.

The sky in the sky is still very blue, the white clouds are still showing off their white colors everywhere, the wind is slightly blowing on his body, the ripples in the pool continue to sway gently, he just stood in the water like this, for a long, long time, the beautiful image of the woman in his mind is like a brand, deeply imprinted in his mind, in his memory, on the tip of his heart.

Love, for many people, may be an old event or an episode in life, but for him it is difficult to forget.