Chapter 71

The two of them stayed awake that night, Lin Yan watched the rain all night, and Rong Yi smoked in the corridor all night.

The two of them poked open the last layer of window paper, but when they saw the truth, they tacitly chose to be silent.

Lin Yan still sees a bowl of meat porridge prepared by Wang's mother on the table every morning and a small snack that changes every day. will still be spit up by the kid next door.

When she held Ziyu in her arms, she often wondered why Inan was willing to throw it to Rong Yi with such a soft and cute ball.

She didn't see Rong Yi for a few days, and she heard Wang's mother say that he was on duty in the hospital this week and should rest in the duty room. She groaned and turned to tease the child in her arms.

Later, she often remembered the relatively silent scene of the two of them that night, and always felt that there was a place empty in her heart. She hasn't heard from Ji Boyan for a long time, and since Ji Boyan left, it's like a drop of water evaporating in the sun, and she can't find a shadow.

There is no news on the news, and the phone cannot be reached, so it is said that if it succeeds, such a big smuggling case should be broadcast in the news.

But no, everything is calm, there are no cases of thieves stealing, life is harmonious, the country is rich and strong, democracy and freedom. The so-called tasks of the system are like a dream.

"Ji Boyan is so powerful, there shouldn't be any problem, he's a colonel." Lin Yan pulled the little hand into the soft and glutinous little hand and said softly.

The ball in his arms seemed to understand what she meant, babbling and laughing.

The child is very small, but he is not very afraid of people, Lin Yan took him for two days, and gradually began to get closer. She herself knows very well that it is also difficult for her body to have a child, so when she sees Ziyu, she often thinks of the first time she saw Ziyu, and Rong Yi asked her, does this child want it?

Why not. She likes children a lot more than she imagined, wants to give him the love she didn't get when she was a child, wants him to grow up happily, and wants to accompany him through no stage of life.

She didn't think about how this was someone else's child, she just thought about what kind of existence the child was for Rong Yi.

She doesn't mind, and that doesn't mean Rong doesn't mind either.

Lin Yan thought of this and sighed softly, what was she thinking, Rong Yi was still in a stalemate with her now, thinking about what children would not have, what would happen to the two of them in the future, I couldn't say.

Lin Yan coaxed the child in her arms to eat lunch, put him to sleep and put him in the baby room to hand it to Wang's mother, and turned around and walked into Rong Yi's study.

His study was large, surrounded on all sides by a number of thick tomes, arranged in strict numbers in the library, mostly medical and some philosophical. Lin Yan closed the door carefully, stood on the photo wall of the door, and stopped for a long time.

The photo is the kind of photo paper that came a long time ago, and it is Rong Yi's mother who catches her eye, young and beautiful like an actor. Rong is also a little more like his mother, delicate and gentle, but not the slightest bit of femininity.

In the photo next to him is a photo of their family of three, Rong Yi was still very young at that time, and his face was still a little serious.

Lin Yan touched her cheek and stopped her finger on the bottom row of photos.

Above is a young man and a young Rong Yi, and next to him is a timid girl holding a rag doll. The other is a photo of Chen Weiyan and Rong Yi and the girl when they were young, sitting in an attic studio, hugging together.

Lin Yan remembered the night when she confronted Rong Yi, she glanced at the photo in the study with teary eyes, and seemed to suddenly remember something.

She was familiar with the people in the photo. Now that I think about it, one was the benefactor who took her out of the orphanage when she was a child, and the other two were the ones who made her feel like a playmate for the first time during this time.

To be honest, if she hadn't seen the photo taken by herself, Chen Weiyan and Rong Yi, she would have forgotten that she had such a period of time in foster care at someone else's home.

She couldn't remember what they were called or what they looked like. The oppression and illness of premature life have long diluted this memory of her childhood.

She only remembered that a kind man took her home at that time, and his family had a young son, and there was a neighbor next door, who always put a good way and came over the wall to teach her to draw.

It turned out that at the beginning, I was surrounded by people who gave me warmth and strength back then.

Chen Weiyan, the second ancestor, really hasn't settled down since he was a child, and he still loves to play so much when he grows up. As for Rong Yi, she still remembered the boy who looked at her with a straight face and pulled her awkwardly when she came down the stairs.

Lin Yan looked at the photo in front of her blankly, not knowing what kind of language to use to express her feelings. She remembered a phrase she didn't know where she saw it.

The world is just a circle, and if you go around and around along the way, you will still return to the original place and meet the original person.

"Remember?" A low voice sounded behind him.

Lin Yan turned around and saw Rong Yi wearing a dark suit, standing tall behind her, he was wearing a flat mirror today, and there was still some black green under his eyes.

"Did you stay up late for surgery? It doesn't look very good. Lin Yan hugged her arms and took two steps forward.

"Well, I've had a few surgeries in a row." Rong Yi took off his suit and hung it on the hanger next to him, reached out to unbutton the collar of his shirt, leaned on the desk, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Oh." Lin Yan was a little embarrassed, standing in place and not knowing what to say. Rong Yi watched her staring at her toes, her eyes a little tired.

Ji Boyan came back, took his troops overnight, and was transferred to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane. They suffered heavy casualties this time, and when he was discharged from the hospital to help carry the stretcher, he was startled when he looked at the corpse covered with a white cloth next to him.

Fortunately, Ji Boyan was not a major injury, except for a few non-fatal gunshot wounds and excessive blood loss, there was no major problem.

It's just that several other seriously ill soldiers were a little tricky, and they didn't rest all night to complete the operation.

When he came back, he took the time to see Ji Chu and handed him the medical report and video report that he had been in hand for a long time, Ji Chu smiled and nodded to him, and didn't say anything.

Rong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, his deal with the beginning of the season ended here. No one will be in the way of anyone in the future.

"I'll go out first." Lin Yan pointed to the door and whispered.

Rong Yi looked at her fluttering eyes, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Come out with me." ”

"Huh?" Lin Yan raised her head and glanced at him: "Don't you rest?" You look tired. ”

"No, there's a more important thing to do." Rong Yi stood up and buttoned his shirt, he opened the wardrobe and took out a black suit, and then went to Lin Yan's wardrobe to take out a black windbreaker and put it on for her before going out.

Lin Yan was confused and dragged into the car by him, fastened his seat belt, and drove all the way to the suburbs. Behind the car were two bunches of white chrysanthemums, Lin Yan looked at the gradually desolate scenery outside the window, and felt a little clear in her heart.

"To whom do you worship?"

"My father, and whispers." Rong Yi said in a deep voice.

The air in the cemetery is humid, and the eyes are full of tall tombstones and lush trees. Lin Yan stood behind Rong Yi and looked at the tombstone in front of her, on which were the photos of Rong Yi's parents.

She had never heard Rong Yi mention his parents, and it seemed that they had died young. The two of them are now two lonely people, the only difference is that Rong Yi can still worship her parents, and she herself doesn't even know who her parents are.

"My father should be very relieved to see that the girl he brought back at that time has grown so big." Rong Yi gently held Lin Yan's hand.

Lin Yan hooked the corners of her mouth: "Yes, thanks to my uncle who took me out of the orphanage, I had the opportunity to go to college and work." Later, I met you so coincidentally to become my attending doctor. ”

She looked at the photos of the two people on the tombstone, and sighed with some emotion, in this way, Rong Yi's family can be regarded as her benefactors.

She swept over Rong Yi's hand that was holding her tightly and asked out loud, "You already knew that I was the girl my uncle brought back from the orphanage?" ”

"I didn't know at first, but then I checked your file because of work, and found out that you were the child your father brought back." Rong Yi looked at her sideways, her face had recently improved, and her cheeks had begun to turn a little bloody, not as pale as before.

"I've always regretted it, Lin Yan. In the first place, I should have persuaded my father to keep you. Rong Yi's words touched Lin Yan's heart, and her heart seemed to soften all of a sudden, not because of how touching this sentence was, but because he could hear the warmth in every word of this sentence.

"What are you going to do here, brother and sister?" Lin Yan joked and turned her head to look at her.

"Even if it's a brother and sister relationship, it's better than missing you for so many years." His tone was serious, and Lin Yan was stunned, not knowing how to continue.

Rong Yi touched her long hair and pulled her into his arms: "My deal with the beginning of the season is over, and the military has lifted its control over us, now I can say that I love you without fear, don't worry about whether it will be separated or hindered for other reasons, but you have been sad all this time, I'm sorry." ”

"So you're going to confess to me at my uncle's grave?" Lin Yan had tears in her eyes, as if she had lifted a heavy burden from her body, from now on, she finally lived for herself.

No medical experiments, no endless therapeutic observations, not for system tasks, not for some damn military operation. Just herself, an independent and complete individual.

"It's not a confession, it's a marriage proposal."

A ord love letter：

Propose, propose in a cemetery? Are you crazy or am I crazy.