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"Then Brother Yue, see you next year. Flash." Yuan Sui only stuck his head in the door and said with a grin, "Happy overtime!" ”

"Hurry up, hurry up." Han Yue waved his hand in a chic manner, "Oh yes, I wish you a happy twentieth birthday!" Remember to go to the little boss and ask for a gift. ”

"The Boss won't remember that, will he?" Yuan Sui shook the door back and forth with his hand idly, "Did he ever give you a gift?" Uh, think about what goosebumps are going on inexplicably......"

"I bet you, with his outrageously meticulous thoughts, the little boss will definitely remember your birthday." Han Yue raised his eyebrows, "But he is indeed a person who is not very creative...... I can give you a sneak spoiler, every year on my birthday, the little boss will give me a bottle of wine. ”

"I'm a little looking forward to what you said...... Yuan Sui smiled evilly and rubbed his hands, "Then I'll really go first, happy Chinese New Year's Eve night duty!" ”

During the Spring Festival, as the only holiday that most soldiers can enjoy in the form of rotational leave, even the office area that has always been lively has rarely become clean.

Yuan Sui walked down the stairs slowly, and the pattern of his heels touching the ground seemed to follow some fixed rhythm.

It wasn't until the caller ringed a full bar that she unhurriedly took out her headphones, glanced at the person on the screen, suddenly pulled her neck and cleared her throat, and stopped at the corner of the stairwell.

"Hello, it's me." The head of the Yuan Sui thief carefully observed the surroundings of one side, "Now? It's kind of convenient. Happy New Year, is there anything special about it? ”

The other party seemed to pour a lot of bitter water on the ground, and Yuan Sui coughed unnaturally and asked, "Don't tell me that you plan to send me to complete this difficult task...... Yes? Do you have any more to discuss......"

After the call, she was no longer in a leisurely mood, and moved mechanically with a wrinkled face and leaning on the railing.

-

Jiang Zhongyan's gaze quickly skimmed over the physical examination report, and said affirmatively: "All indicators can't be better, and the mental impact last time doesn't seem to have any subsequent adverse effects." Do you have a scar on your shoulder? ”

Ling Shucheng shook his head, his eyes focused on his tightly wrapped gauze-wrapped palm: "When will this be taken off?" ”

"Let's pack it for a few more days. Flash Dance. The night you returned, many outsiders noticed your bleeding hands—though the expression on your face was as calm as if it were someone else's blood. Jiang Zhongyan pinched her fingers, as if she was counting the days, "It's over the New Year, it's going to be ripped off, doesn't it affect your work?" ”

"It's true that part of it is someone else's blood." Ling Shucheng clarified solemnly.

"By the way, the recovery time for all the wounds on my body this time is still in my place." Jiang Zhongyan took out a date from the fruit basket next to Ling Shucheng's bedside and wiped it with a handkerchief so-so, "Speaking of which, because you give me too few opportunities to study records...... It's the first time I've noticed that every wound on your body doesn't heal at the same rate. ”

"Yes." Ling Shucheng replied while moving his fingers, "In comparison, wounds that are more life-threatening or affect movement will heal faster." If I have a rush in my heart, it can generally be faster. ”

"That's nice." Jiang Zhongyan sighed sincerely, "You really save me medicine, unlike the one last time, who came to me to bandage a little skin on his knee for a long time." ”

"No wonder, it turned out that you did it yourself." Ling Shucheng took his report and read it roughly, "Han Yue was inexplicably happy for a few days. ”

Jiang Zhongyan paused, her expression was a little unnatural, and she waved her hand and gave an eviction order: "Come on, Chinese New Year's Eve still forced me to work overtime, I officially announce that you can vacate the bed." I wish you all the best in your work next year and come to me as little as possible. ”

This blessing is quite real. Ling Shucheng straightened up, moved his shoulders slightly, and nodded as thanks: "Hard work." I'm going to get one thing and I'll see you next year. ”

"See you next year." Jiang Zhongyan waved his hand perfunctorily, as if she was not in a good mood.

-

At ten o'clock in the morning, because of the insomnia of pondering a trivial matter that could not be turned to people, Yuan Sui nestled in bed half asleep and half awakened, yawned, and began to reply to all kinds of New Year's greetings in a hurry.

Packs of blessing messages are often not specially prepared for one's own age——.

Fortunately, New Year's wishes have always been more versatile, and everything is good on birthdays. Yuan Sui covered his mouth and yawned again, quickly skimming over one after another text messages that were obviously sent in groups, occasionally staying longer in a few of the more interesting ones, and then casually replying to "you too" or something.

The timing of the message is a good indication of the problem. For example, Mo Yunhan, who just sent it, obviously just woke up, and there were three typos in the eighteen words, but fortunately, he still remembered to add the sentence "Happy Birthday", which can be regarded as reluctantly.

But to be honest, from childhood to adulthood, as long as Yuan Sui said that he was born on the first day of the first lunar month, almost everyone would remember it at one time, and with a surprised look with a "really festive".

Yuan Sui looked around at the empty room, a little tired of this inexplicable atmosphere of universal celebration.

An abrupt message with only four big words "Happy Birthday" came into view. Yuan Sui was stunned for a moment, and unexpectedly found that this dry blessing came from his current boss.

"Thank you, Happy New Year, Boss!" She specially added an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, trying to appear that she was more emotional at this time.

Ling Shucheng is really not the kind of person who can reply in a second from Han Yue. Yuan Sui took a special look, Ling Shucheng's message was sent at six o'clock in the morning.

I also got up so early on the first day of the new year. Yuan Sui scratched his head, and suddenly felt a little weak.

For those who live alone, New Year's is just an ordinary day off. Pretending not to see Lu Chuanxu's ten consecutive "Come home", Yuan Sui got up and made a cup of cereal, and lay down again.

On the first day of the new year, getting up in the real sense benefited from Han Yue's persevering phone call. Yuan Sui rubbed his eyes, barely regained his senses, leaned on the head of the bed and pressed on.

"Hey—" followed by a huge yawn at the first word.

"What are you doing?" Han Yue was making a commotion, and Yuan Sui vaguely heard someone shouting "I have to do this glass" or something like that.

"Afternoon, nap." Yuan Sui replied stumblingly.

"You take a nap until seven o'clock in the evening?" Han Yue pushed away Xu Zeyuan, who was singing with a broken gong, stretched his neck to look at Ling Shucheng, who was lying motionless on the table, and smashed his mouth, "Hurry up, clean up, the organization has a difficult task to explain to you." ”

"Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, Brother Yue." Yuan Sui struggled to sit up from the bed, "Isn't it negotiable?" ”

"You definitely won't be able to find the little boss to support you at this time, so accept your fate." Han Yue grabbed Ling Shucheng's shoulder and shook it, "Hurry up, pick up the little master, come and send a person who pours a cup home." ”

"I'm a girl anyway, isn't it appropriate?" Yuan Sui was dying and struggling, "Who is this big brother who pours a cup?" ”

"Your boss." Han Yue greeted Kong Zhongsi, who walked out of the door crookedly, and said in a low voice, "Please, come on, otherwise I will send all seven drunks away alone." ”

"Wow, so miserable? What are you doing? ”

"Didn't the little boss just get out of the hospital? On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was no other place to open, one group, three groups, had to come to my house to celebrate. Han Yue looked at the mess on the table with a bitter face, "It's just a few steps, you come over and clean it up." ”

"The boss actually drank?" Yuan Sui's tone was full of incredulity, "Wait, I just woke up, and my brain is almost confused." Don't fool me, since you're going to send so many people, you don't have to give me the boss a special one, right? ”

"After all, it was to celebrate his discharge from the hospital, and the little boss was forcibly poured a glass, and then he lay on the table and didn't move for ten minutes." Han Yue quickly caught a falling glass, "To tell you the truth, you have to come over to see him off, because this is the last sentence that the little boss confessed when he was sober." ”

"Why?" Resignedly, Gensui began to comb his hair in front of the mirror, tying a Peugeot bow in a ponytail with a headband.

"I guess I put the gift for you in my dorm room and let you pick it up on the way."

"That's too tempting." Yuan Sui took a bite of the apple, and his eyes lit up, "Even if it's to satisfy my curiosity, I have to come and run." ”

-

I was worried about things all night, and I got the opportunity so easily.

Yuan Sui held the key given by Han Yue in his mouth, half with his hands, half with a thread, and finally put Ling Shucheng, who was motionless with his eyes closed, carefully placed him on the sofa.

She let out a long breath and looked down to smell her clothes.

It didn't smell like alcohol at all. Is this person really drunk like this?

Yuan Sui looked at Ling Shucheng, whose face was still white and pure, stepped forward with the corners of his mouth, put his hands flat in a regular manner, and put a small blanket.

Really didn't wake up? Yuan Sui looked at this face that even when he was sleeping, he had a "everything in the world is in my heart", and he couldn't help frowning. No wonder this man doesn't usually drink alcohol. Not only was the amount of alcohol poor, but he fell asleep with a glass and was not alert at all.

Yuan Sui turned his head and looked around. Ling Shucheng's room, she had the opportunity to come in for the first time. As soon as I entered the door, on the most conspicuous coffee table, there was a thin cardboard box, and Yuan Sui guessed that this might be the so-called "gift".

It's a pity that she can't bother to dismantle it now. Yuan Sui scratched his head and found that the personal belongings in Ling Shucheng's dormitory were really pitiful. Counting the few documents on the table that are neatly arranged like tofu blocks, there is only one shelf that stores a few books and small items, which looks a little human.

What does this man do outside of work? Do you listen to the radio? Will it? Or will you be like an old man with all kinds of flowers to make tea?

I feel that the last imagination may be closer. Yuan Sui stuck out his tongue, recalled the content of his task, walked to the shelf lightly with little hope, and rummaged through it every three seconds.

By the way, if it happened that at this time, Ling Shucheng suddenly woke up very facelessly, how should she explain it?

Yuan Sui put the things on the first floor of the shelf back to their places once, turned back again, and prayed silently in his heart.

As it turns out, there is no special luck on the birthday. After carefully flipping through the whole thing, Yuan Sui sat on the ground a little depressed.

I thought that I had encountered a good thing about the peak and loop, but it really wouldn't be so easy.

Yuan Sui let out a long sigh, and suddenly heard a voice that was not drunk slowly sounding: "What are you doing?" ”

For the first time, she clearly felt goosebumps all over her body, and she stiffened and didn't dare to look back.

It's over, I'm really afraid of something.

In the eerie silence, she could only hear the friction sound of Ling Shucheng slowly getting up, and the sound of her own drum-like heartbeat.