Yan Yue, who untied her underwear a few times and hurriedly put it in her bag, couldn't see the little ripple in Fang Xiqiao's eyes, although she knew that Fang Xiqiao wouldn't have any ideas, but after all, there was still a difference between men and women, she leaned over the window slightly, turned her back to the person in the driver's seat, and gently pressed her forehead against the window.

Fang Xiqiao also quickly straightened his gaze, looking at the scenery in the front window of the car, he still swallowed a little uncontrollably, but he was already trying his best not to be affected just now: "Do you still go to the former hospital this time?" ”

Last time, when he was waiting outside the doctor's office, he clearly listened to a heated and wonderful debate between Yan Yue and the doctor.

Because Yan Yue's overwhelming debate won in the end, it was wonderful in his eyes.

"Hmm......" Yan Yue's forehead was against the car window, her eyes lingered outside the window, and then she responded in a sullen voice, as if she had to bow her head and compromise, "Doctor Zhang knows my condition best." ”

Fang Xiqiao listened carefully, and heard the grievances inadvertently revealed in Yan Yue's voice, it was rare cuteness, and such cuteness made him want to raise the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, but in an instant, he tilted his head to the left.

Because it was only when he was looking out of the window that he dared to chuckle so unscrupulously and without any concealment.

On the way to the hospital, Fang Xiqiao drove the car fast and steadily.

After the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, he quietly took off his suit jacket and handed it to Yan Yue, who was about to get out of the car.

Yan Yue, who didn't know why, wanted to refuse politely with a smile, but after seeing Fang Xiqiao's insistent eyes, she immediately reacted, quickly nodded and thanked her, put her coat on her upper body, lowered her head and checked it repeatedly, and finally she was still not at ease and put both sides of her wide coat in the middle.

Soon a nurse came and knocked on the car window, signaling that they occupied an important road, Yan Yue thanked Fang Xiqiao again, quickly opened the car door and got out of the car, and smiled apologetically at the very friendly nurse.

Fang Xiqiao looked at Yan Yue with his back to him through the car window, and only then did he realize that Yan Yue was really petite, wearing his blazer, which directly covered the root of his thighs, and only a small knee-length skirt was exposed.

It's pink and cute.

"Sir, go straight to the underground parking lot and turn right." The nurse saw that Yan Yue had come down, but the car didn't drive away, so she quickly bent down and knocked on the window with a smile, and after the window was rolled down, she kindly pointed out the direction of the parking lot.

"I'm sorry." Fang Xiqiao withdrew his gaze, bowed his head slightly and apologized, saw the nurse smile and shook her head and walked away for a distance, and immediately drove the car to the underground parking lot of the hospital.

Fang Xiqiao, who parked the car, originally wanted to get out of the car and go to the hospital to find Yan Yue, but as soon as the car door opened a gap, he hesitated, and after the two villains in his head fought left and right, a dull sound of closing the door represented his decision.

In the dimly lit parking lot, he leaned on the back seat of the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, and after half an hour of recuperation, there was still a touch of fatigue between his eyebrows.

The moment the phone rang, he still had no intention of opening his eyes, and the ringing did not stop.

Fang Xiqiao pinched his nose bone, reached out and picked up the mobile phone on his right hand, and after looking at the caller, he immediately sat up obediently, and solemnly drew the answer button, and his tiredness was a little lighter.

"Mr. Fang." Putting the phone to his ear, Yan Yue's soft voice came, and just these three words could touch the current on his body, "Are you going back?" ”

Fang Xiqiao let out a soft "um" in a nasal voice.

Yan Yue's voice immediately became a little excited: "That's good, I thought you were waiting for me."

"Need me to pick you up?" Fang Xiqiao deliberately ignored the excitement in Yan Yue's voice, and said indifferently, he was indeed still waiting.

Yan Yue on the other end of the phone glanced at the hospital bed behind her, and spat out without a trace: "No need, Dr. Zhang said that my condition is suspected to be deteriorating, and I plan to take advantage of the holidays in the past few days to stay in the hospital and undergo traditional Chinese medicine treatment first." ”

Fang Xiqiao took a deep breath, his pupils were visibly stunned for two seconds, and he unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt collar with one hand, allowing him to breathe more smoothly.

"I called to tell you that the takeaway phone of that porridge shop is attached to the refrigerator, and if you are hungry, you can call for takeout, and there are other takeaway calls." Yan Yue seemed to be urged by someone over there, so the next sentence was a little different from her tone, "Anyway, you are not allowed to use gas." ”

Even the habit of waiting for someone to reply before hanging up the phone disappeared, and with a "beep", Fang Xiqiao's ears returned to silence, and then turned on the navigation and drove out of the hospital.

Yan Yue, who was in the Chinese Medicine Department of the city hospital, hung up the phone, immediately reached out and took the hospital gown sent by the nurse, obediently went to change it, and then slept on the hospital bed until night.

Maybe it was because of the smell of Chinese medicine in the hospital, so she slept very well this night, but when she woke up, her eyes were full of unspeakable loneliness.

When you live alone, you don't have this kind of loneliness at all, and when you are sick and live alone in the hospital, you can't stop feeling lonely.

Yan Yue sat up on the hospital bed, stretched, turned her head to look at the empty hospital bed next to her, shook her head and sighed, went down to the ground and put on the hospital cotton slippers sent by the nurse, and walked to the coat rack to put on her coat, only to suddenly remember that she was wearing a skirt today, and there was no coat to wear.

She glanced at Fang Xiqiao's blazer, took her phone instead, turned around and walked out of the ward.

Walking to the door of the hospital, Yan Yue looked at the full moon in the sky, suddenly fearful in her eyes, suddenly felt dry mouth, licked her lips unconsciously, and then took a deep breath, lowered her head and hurriedly walked to the small restaurant next to the hospital.

"Big sister, why are you in the hospital again?" The restaurant owner, who was busy in front of the stove outside, saw Yan Yue who came in a hurry with his head down, with a kind smile on his face, and he was still idle to add honeycomb coal to the stove.

Yan Yue hurriedly ran into the restaurant, and after making sure that she couldn't see the full moon, she pretended to be indifferent and turned around to talk to the boss: "The illness is always repeated, and I am too lazy to run back and forth, so I can only stay in the hospital." ”

He glanced at the menu on the wall: "Boss, let's have a bowl of millet lotus seed porridge and add more sugar." ”

The owner of the restaurant answered, put down the tongs, washed his hands, took a white porcelain bowl filled with yellow millet porridge mixed with lotus seeds, picked up a spoon and scooped two large spoons of white sugar, before sending it to Yan Yue, when he put down the bowl, he still couldn't help but say: "Big sister, every time I see you come here, I drink porridge, and I don't get tired of drinking?" ”

"Of course, it's because the porridge here is delicious, boss, so I can't get tired of drinking it." Yan Yue took a sip of porridge, looked up and replied half-jokingly, the white sugar added to the porridge made her mouth sweet, "Boss, you don't know, I want to drink it when I go to work." ”

The owner of the restaurant is a middle-aged man who lost his wife, because his wife died of illness in this hospital, so he opened a restaurant nearby, listening to Yan Yue's words, this northern man was still shy, shook his head embarrassedly and waved his hand, turned around and continued to work.

Yan Yue also continued to drink porridge, in fact, she used to hate drinking porridge the most, there was no taste in her mouth, and she liked to drink porridge for nearly three months, she subconsciously glanced up at the other side, and it couldn't be said that she liked to drink porridge, but she was used to it.

Fang Xiqiao, who had just finished drinking white porridge in the shared apartment, was already washing the dishes, looked out the window, put the bowls away, and wiped the water droplets on his hands clean, then went to turn off the lights in the living room and turned back to the bedroom.

Fang Xiqiao, who closed the bedroom door, turned on the bedroom light very skillfully, and the feeling of brightness in his eyes made him feel a trance for the first time, and no one could wait for him in his life.

I can't wait for my mother who said she would come to pick him up in the orphanage, and I can't wait for Yan Yue in the apartment tomorrow.

He sighed, walked to the desk in front of the window and sat down, opened a thick notebook and buried himself in writing, finished writing today's diary, and picked up Shen Congwen's "Border City" to read, he liked the kindness and beauty depicted in this book.

He had just been fascinated by it, and the phone that had been thrown on the table in the living room rang, and he sat down and looked back in the direction of the door, remembering what had happened during the day, and immediately got up and left the room to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Fang Xiqiao didn't even look at the name lit up on the screen, and immediately picked it up.

"Xiqiao, is that you?"

It was his father Gao Yuankang, although he was not the person he imagined, but he did not have the slightest sense of loss, but had the warmth of his family in his eyes.

Fang Xiqiao sat down on the sofa: "Dad, it's me." ”

Gao Yuankang was obviously relieved, and there was some joking in his voice: "Then you still feed?" I was so scared that I thought I was making the wrong call. ”

"......" Fang Xiqiao didn't speak, he really didn't know what to say to make this old man laugh, he lost this ability.

He envied the laughing and laughing families, which he used to have.

"Zhang She called me today." Gao Yuankang didn't have any displeasure, he knew the temperament of this adopted son, although he was silent, he was so good to them that he had nothing to say, "Let's persuade you not to be so impulsive for a woman and give up a good future." ”

Fang Xiqiao frowned.

The person on the other end of the phone had already changed to speak, it was his mother Lin Xiaoli: "Xiqiao, you haven't let us worry about it since you went to college, and we also believe in your decision, if that girl really makes you like it so much, what is the future, and what's wrong with being a university professor, isn't your father and I college professors, how interesting it is for husband and wife to teach together." ”

"Mom, I'm just going to teach at school." Fang Xiqiao was a little distraught and flipped through the newspaper on the table, "There are no girls." ”

"You really believe what Zhang Shi said about that playboy." Gao Yuankang on the other end of the phone reprimanded his wife dissatisfiedly, "What is this child Xiqiao hiding from us?" If there was a girl who was dating, she would have told us a long time ago. ”

Lin Xiaoli reacted in hindsight, felt that what her husband said was reasonable, and apologized to Fang Xiqiao with a smile, and both husband and wife babbled Fang Xiqiao a few thoughtful words before they were reluctant to hang up the phone.

Fang Xiqiao took the mobile phone that hung up the call, and got up neatly to go back to the room.

He doesn't have any girls, he only has girls he likes.

A girl who can never be dated.

His illness is a drag, and he is satisfied to be able to watch it.

Before Fang Xiqiao closed the door, he looked at the door where the bedroom was lit, Yan Yue didn't seem to have packed up his toiletries and went to the hospital.

Yan Yue, who returned to the ward after eating porridge and wanted to wash, also reacted to this fact, and climbed onto the hospital bed with the mood of going back to the apartment tomorrow to get it.