After changing the working environment, it was indeed as comfortable as Lou Yanan expected.
She was given a separate dormitory, which was not very big, but she decorated it to be very cozy.
The work at the health station was not as busy as that at the military hospital, so she had more time to learn more knowledge.
Of course, under the influence of his younger sister Tiantian, Lou Yanan also began to learn to enjoy life.
In addition to work and study, she also tries to find things she likes every week to relax and unwind.
It can be said that compared to the busy past, everything has become slower now.
Lou Yannan thought he would not be used to it.
But in fact, she completely adapted in just about three months.
No...to be precise, she was enjoying it.
For example, today is her day off.
Lou Yannan got up about an hour later than on weekdays.
After getting up, she slowly prepared a hearty breakfast for herself.
After satisfying his hunger, he cleaned up the small hut and prepared a meal.
After it was over, she lay in the rocking chair by the window, brewing a cup of tea and admiring the falling snow outside the window.
Beijing also has a lot of snow, but it is not as frequent as on the island, covering the ground throughout the winter. Lou Yanan only saw this after coming here.
White frost covers the ground, and jade trees grow tall.
So beautiful...so beautiful.
But before she could admire it for long, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the dreamy snow scene covered with silver.
Lou Yannan put down the teacup, stared at it for a few seconds, and quickly determined that the person was Zhou Jianshe.
Since arriving on the island, construction has taken care of itself.
She was able to adapt to the environment so quickly, in addition to the care and concern of her younger brother and his wife, Jianshe also put in a lot of effort.
To be honest, I care about him more than my own brother.
Thinking of this, looking at the figure getting closer and closer, Lou Yanan lifted the blanket covering his body, put on cotton slippers, and went to the door to open it.
It turned out that the man was here to see her. She opened the door a little, and a tall and strong man came in sideways.
"How did you get here?" After just a moment, a biting cold wind rushed in. Lou Yannan shivered and quickly closed the door.
After blocking out the cold outside, she picked up the feather duster beside the hanging lamp and helped the man sweep the snow off his body.
Zhou Jianshe is over 1.9 meters tall, with a sturdy build and muscular body. So even though Lou Yannan is 1.72 meters tall, she still looks petite compared to him.
Especially at this moment, when he opened his arms and let her help him sweep the snow off his body, it was as if he was holding her whole body in his arms.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jianshe couldn't help rubbing his fingers hidden in his gloves, and his eyes darkened a little: "This snow is expected to last for a few days. I'm a little worried, so I came to take a look."
As he spoke, he bent down slightly to make it easier for her to sweep.
"What's there to worry about...just do it yourself." Seeing him putting his head towards her with a playful smile, Lou Yannan threw a towel at him in annoyance.
Zhou Jianshe felt sorry, but he also knew that some things could not be rushed, so he honestly took off his gloves and took the towel and put it on his head.
But when he wiped it, the corners of his mouth curled up and he casually touched his head a few times.
Doctors all have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and Lou Yanan is no exception.
Seeing that he had failed to clean it up several times and that snow was always falling on his head, she couldn't help it and stood on tiptoe to fiddle with it twice.
Zhou Jianshe lowered his eyes and stared at the person with deep eyes.
Lou Yannan didn't know that he was being plotted against. After making sure that Xue Xi was not there, he went to pour him a cup of tea with satisfaction: "I'm fine here. Don't come over when it snows in the future. But you, do you want to take a rest today too?"
Zhou Jianshe did not respond to her request that he not come over. He reached out and dragged a stool over to sit over: "No rest, but there is nothing to do these few days."
"Then come and warm up here. I'm going to make some snacks later to visit Tiantian and my two nephews. Do you want to come with me?" Thinking of the twins, a boy and a girl, who are more than three months old and as cute as steamed buns, Lou Yanan couldn't help but smile between his cold brows.
"What do you want to do? I'll help you..."
Habit is a magical thing. Over the past few months, Lou Yanan got used to Zhou Jianshe appearing beside him from time to time. Hearing this, he immediately agreed: "Okay, you are strong, help me knead the dough later..."
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Lou Yannan is not good at cooking.
The so-called dim sum is nothing more than the most simple sesame sugar cake.
The process is simple. Cut the fermented and kneaded dough into small pieces, roll it into a suitable thickness, wrap it with the filling mixed with sesame and sugar, and then press it into small round cakes. Then pour a little rapeseed oil in a pan and fry it slowly over low heat.
Lou Yannan, who seldom cooks, is not as good as Zhou Jianshe in controlling the heat.
So when it came to the last step, she wisely chose pancakes.
Unfortunately, there were too few opportunities to turn on the fire. As soon as the pancake was put into the pan, oil splashed onto the back of her hand.
Lou Yannan took a breath of cold air subconsciously because of the pain: "Hiss..."
"What's wrong? Did you get burned?" Zhou Jianshe stood up immediately, held her fair hand, frowned, and rubbed the area that had already turned a little red.
Lou Yannan didn't expect him to react so strongly. He was stunned for a moment before he stammered, "It's okay, I was just splashed by some oil..."
As he said this, he exerted a little force and tried to pull his hand out.
Zhou Jianshe had worked in the kitchen team before, and he never took being scalded by oil droplets or even the edge of the pot seriously.
But...he is thick-skinned and it doesn't matter, but Sister Nan is not.
So, even if she said it wasn't a problem, he still felt uneasy.
When she pulled her hand away, she didn't continue to hold it. After letting go, she quickly went outside to get a wet towel, pressed it on the place where she was splashed, and said in a deep voice: "Press it for a few minutes."
After saying that, he went outside to bring in a stool, seated the person, and then started to work around the stove.
The towel was cool and pressed against his hand. The slight burning pain had disappeared without a trace, but Lou Yannan's heart skipped a few beats for no reason.
Whether it was Zhou Jianshe's intimate gesture of holding her hand just now, or his cautious posture, it made her feel a little dazed.
"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?" Noticing her gaze, Zhou Jianshe turned around and reached out his hand, wanting to take away the towel and take a look.
Unexpectedly, this time, before they even touched each other, the pair of fair and slender hands moved away first.
Seeing this, Zhou Jianshe's eyes moved slightly, he looked up at her and asked again: "What's wrong?"
When meeting those deep black pupils, Lou Yanan's fingers curled up unconsciously, but his face remained calm and focused: "Nothing, I just feel my hands are a little cold."
Hearing this, Zhou Jianshe did not ask more questions and agreed with her: "I didn't think it through. Come sit over here by the stove. It's warmer here."
Lou Yannan smiled lightly: "Then how do you light the fire?"
"You burn it, and I'll add more firewood for you later. Just add more firewood."
"...good."
Afterwards, the two returned to their previous way of getting along, laughing and chatting, and there was no sign of anything unusual, as if the brief ambiguity just now had never occurred.
At least, that's what it looks like on the surface.
As for what you think in your heart, only you know.
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The silent night.
Lou Yanan was tormented by the speculations and suspicions in his mind, and couldn't figure it out.
My mind is full of two questions.
Zhou Jianshe likes himself and Zhou Jianshe doesn’t like himself.
It was a simple question, but she struggled with it for two or three hours.
So...how could Zhou Jianshe like me?
Although Lou Yannan had always known that Jianshe was very good to her, it was not an exaggeration to say that he took good care of her, especially after they came to the island.
But...she is two years older than him and divorced.
Besides...he is just a younger brother...
Thinking of this, Lou Yanan sighed again, turned over irritably, and lay down on the kang bed with his eyes open, continuing to be in a daze.
Maybe...she was overthinking it.
At that time of day, Jianshe might have been just worried about himself.
They grew up together. If Jianshe really liked me, how could he have waited until now?
That’s right!
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