What matters most now is the face and the eyes.

And today is the most critical day.

"Then I'll uncover the last layer of gauze, don't be in a hurry to open your eyes first, get used to it for a while, and then open it slowly."

The man nodded again.

Doctor Miao trembled and gently removed the last layer of gauze.

The man's eyes were closed, and his black eyelashes were thickly covered, casting a dark shadow on his jade-colored face.

The face that had once burned as terrible as a ghost, and the scarred face, now grew new flesh with pale pink, and in a few months, the color faded little by little, and it was probably the same as before.

"You try to open your eyes slowly"

Doctor Miao whispered, staring at the man's eyes a little nervously.

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then, little by little, the light in the room was not so dazzling, but as if he couldn't stand it, he immediately closed his eyes again, and then tears welled up from the bright light

The Miao doctor clapped his hands happily and jumped up on the ground, "It's done, it's done, master, come and see."

Outside the door, the old monk who was holding the medicine with the pestle hugged the pounded medicine, and still moved in with slow steps.

He glanced at the man who was still with his eyes closed, and handed the pounded medicine to the Miao doctor, "Apply it for another week, and it will be ten years old." ”

"Hey, hey."

Doctor Miao was overjoyed, reached out and took the medicine, as if holding gold, "You can hear it, the master said, just apply it for another week"

The young man did the math in his heart, a week.

That should be just in time for Christmas.

The cool herbs were once again applied to the eyes, and the snow-white gauze was wrapped layer by layer, and the world became dark again.

Doctor Miao explained a few words, then withdrew, and the old monk had already returned to his meditation room.

He fumbled back into bed and pulled a bracelet out of his arms.

Under the light and shadow, his outstretched fingers were snow-white and slender, as if they were about to be pierced by the sun, and his fingertips rubbed over the two lambs engraved on the buckle, and under the snow-white gauze, the man's thin lips bent up little by little.

"Wushuang, you did really well today."

The white-haired old man looked at the young and beautiful but capable girl in front of him with satisfaction, and at the United Nations meeting, as the first simultaneous interpreter, the performance of the matchless zero mistakes was very outstanding.

For newcomers in the simultaneous interpretation world, taking on a big responsibility for the first time and not making any mistakes, such a performance can be said to be rare in the simultaneous interpretation world.

"Minister Zhao, thank you for your compliments, this is the result of the careful teaching of the predecessors."

"It's good for young people to be humble, but you can't be presumptuous."

Minister Zhao looked at Wushuang with satisfaction; "Your grandfather must be very happy that you are doing so well today."

"Isn't this just a call?"

Wushuang raised his mobile phone, and Minister Zhao laughed, "Go and answer the phone." ”

Wushuang answered, stepped aside and picked up the phone.

After talking to my grandfather on the phone, my father's phone call came again.

"Musou, when will the plane return home"

"Why, you miss me." Wushuang smiled playfully, "I'll go back tonight." ”

"That's right, Dad has something to tell you."

"What's the matter, so mysterious?"

"I'll talk to you face to face when you come back."

"Oh well"

Wushuang shrugged, asked his mother and brother again, and knew that everyone was okay, so he hung up the phone with confidence.

"Mussou"

Suddenly there was a clear male voice behind him, Wushuang turned around, saw the young man in the black suit with a long body, and couldn't help laughing, "Senior Brother Zheng." ”

Zheng Shiyu smiled slightly, raised his hand and pushed the gold wire lenses on the bridge of his nose, "Wushuang, the first time you participated in such a large-scale meeting, you were not afraid of danger and played surprisingly well, as your senior brother, I am very proud of you." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zheng, I haven't thanked you yet, if you hadn't taught me a lot of experience before, I wouldn't have been so smooth today."

"Or is your effort and talent more important."

Zheng Shiyu's eyes were particularly bright, "Wushuang, can I go have a drink in a while?"

"Is everybody going?"

Zheng Shiyu nodded, and Wushuang responded with a smile, "Okay, it's just that I can't drink, so I can only drink juice with you when the time comes." ”

"It's okay."

Zheng Shiyu's eyes were bright but seemed to be a little hot, Wushuang coughed lightly and looked away, "Then I'll go back to the hotel first, and I'll see you later, Senior Brother Zheng." ”

"See you later."

Wushuang turned around and left, but she still seemed to feel Zheng Shiyu's gaze still glued to her back, and it wasn't until she walked out far away, and the feeling of being stared at all the time slowly dissipated.

Wushuang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, in fact, this is not the first time I have felt like this.

As early as when she entered the Simultaneous Interpretation Department, Wushuang could feel that this Senior Brother Zheng's gaze always fell on her immediately.

Even in private, there are brothers and sisters who joke with her, saying that Zheng Shiyu likes her very much, he was born in a scholarly family, and he is very talented, and Wushuang is a talented and beautiful pair.

But Wushuang treats Zheng Shiyu like everyone else, he just treats him as a senior brother, and he doesn't have any love between men and women.

Go back to the imperial capital tonight, tomorrow is Christmas.

It's strange to say, Wushuang didn't have any special concept of Christmas before, in her heart, Christmas is just like ordinary festivals, nothing unique, but now, for some reason, Wushuang always seems to have a special complex for Christmas.

But how special it is, even she can't tell.

The imperial capital should have been snowing, Wushuang likes snow, and the overwhelming snow always gives her an extremely romantic feeling.

Although that romance doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

In the bar, where the music is soft and graceful, young men and women are arriving one after another.

Zheng Shiyu stood outside the bar, waiting for the person he longed for to arrive.

He was a little restless in his heart, and he raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time, and the time passed minute by minute, but he still didn't see Wushuang's figure.

Zheng Shiyu was a little uneasy, but suddenly saw a familiar car stopped not far away, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and was about to step forward, but saw a man wearing a black windbreaker with a long figure, under the neon dazzle of the beautiful street scene, slowly walked towards the parked car.

Zheng Shiyu only felt that his throat was tight, and his steps stopped involuntarily, and he watched the man approach the car.

And in the car that had been parked a long time ago, Wushuang who had not been seen for a long time got out of the car.

Next, the magic of sweet and sour, sweet and sour, love turns in circles, begging for a monthly pass, babies, the sky is going to be clear