Close to the face and open wide
The scar on his back was uneven and slowly disappeared after repeated repairs. Fang Huai raised his hand and stroked the skin on the side of his neck.
The rough touch became delicate, and the huge rock in his heart fell. He no longer worried about the past, no longer worried about whether his family loved him or not, and he no longer had to dwell on those things in a self-torturing way.
Obsession is often the most torturous poison. It will penetrate into the bone marrow and turn it into torment that makes people want to die.
"Why?" Kong Lingyu's brows relaxed as he leaned over the steering wheel and looked at Fang Huai. "Maimai, do you want to say something?"
"Why don't you want to be a doctor?"
Fang Huai took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Because my obsession seems to have disappeared along with the scar on my back."
He is no longer the Fang Huai of the past, the cautious and optimistic Fang Huai.
He went from being determined to hesitant and finally relieved. In his senior year of high school, the wound on his back festered and the high fever caused by the infection made him want to die immediately. The endless pain was covered by bottles of cleaning solution and bundles of gauze, turning into a hideous scar.
The burn doctor's hands seemed to have the natural ability to conceal pain, and his stagnant life began to be disturbed.
For the first time, he felt a desire for a profession that he once regarded as something more important than life.
After working very hard, he finally got the certificate he longed for. Holding the scalpel in his hand, he became the youngest attending physician in the department. He treated countless patients and saw countless scars of all sizes.
As long as he keeps going on this path, with Fang Huai's abilities, he can go further and his future will be smoother.
Now he denies his past self, but denial is not the same as betrayal, it just provides another option.
Fang Huai knew his situation and he still had many problems to solve, both in terms of love and family.
Those problems that can be covered up are like bumpy roads. He pretends to be indifferent, just like the red carpet covering it. It seems that there is no problem, but once you step on it, you will know that deceiving yourself is too pitiful.
During the scar repair period, Fang Huai met a fellow patient, a young backpacker, free-spirited and casual girl with healthy wheat-colored skin, whose face was always filled with a bright smile.
She is like a colorful kaleidoscope. Her first half of life is wonderful and exciting, just like her camera.
I don't know how many times I've had my camera repaired, but it contains photos of the African Great Migration, the mysterious aurora, the vast desert, and campfires...
The first thing she said to Fang Huai was, "Are you unhappy? I always feel like you have a lot on your mind."
The girl said while looking through the photo album: "Freedom and happiness, I can't feel it in you."
"As a person, you should always do things that make you happy. The reason you hesitate is because you want to do it but you don't dare to do it, fearing that you can't bear the consequences." The girl changed the subject: "But how can you know what the result will be if you don't try?"
The girl's casual words indeed stirred up a storm in Fang Huai's calm heart.
He didn't go back. "I decided to resign."
Fang Huai faced the light, the sun forming a circle of light around him. He raised his thin lips slightly and said seriously, "I want to try out the freedom and happiness she talked about. I want to know the consequences of these choices."
There was a gentle smile and relief on his handsome face, and his serious look made people unable to look away. Kong Lingyu just looked at Fang Huai, lost in thought.
Kong Lingyu remained silent for a long time. Fang Huai stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Kong Lingyu, bringing him back from his daze.
"Kong Lingyu?"
"I support all of Mai Mai's decisions."
Kong Lingyu's heart was beating fast. It was the first time he couldn't stand Fang Huai looking at him like that. There was a pool of spring water in his light brown eyes, full of trust and attachment. His long eyelashes trembled slightly with nervousness, like a small brush sweeping across Kong Lingyu's heart again and again.
He wanted to drown in that water.
Kong Lingyu raised his hand to cover Fang Huai's eyes, preventing Fang Huai from seeing his throbbing sensation, "Don't look at me like that."
Fang Huai was puzzled, and her eyelashes scratched Kong Lingyu's palm, and Kong Lingyu's hands were shaking.
With a restrained expression, he suddenly leaned closer and whispered something in Fang Huai's ear. Fang Huai stepped back in shock, his body pressed against the door like a pissed-off cat. If Fang Huai had a tail, it would have stood up by now.
Fang Huai opened his mouth, his face flushed red, and finally uttered one word: "Rogue."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."
Kong Lingyu smiled, helped Fang Huai tidy up the hair on his forehead, and said in a tender tone: "I support all your decisions."
Fang slapped Kong Lingyu's restless hand and said, "Well, as for what I want to do in the future, I haven't decided yet."
"I'll explain everything to the director when I get there."
Kong Lingyu retracted his claws, looked up in surprise, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said shockingly: "I can support you."
"Cough cough cough." Fang Huai had just taken out a bottle of water and was frightened by Kong Lingyu's words when he took a sip. He choked and started coughing violently.
Kong Lingyu quickly pulled out a tissue and helped Fang Huai wipe the water while smoothing his back. "Why is your reaction so big?"
"Don't move." Kong Lingyu raised his chin and carefully wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.
Fang Huai stared blankly at the enlarged face in front of him, and a soft tissue wiped back and forth between his lips. The force was very light but the presence was very strong.
Kong Lingyu looked serious, as if he was wiping a treasure, his eyes were gentle, his movements were slow, and his warm fingertips rubbed across the plump lips. Kong Lingyu's eyes became darker and darker.
"Wipe it off, I'll do it myself."
Fang Huai turned his head away awkwardly, missing Kong Lingyu's hand, and reached out to wipe it himself.
"One more thing, don't move."
Kong Lingyu's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He stared at Fang Huai's burnt lips, not knowing what he was thinking. The sudden swallowing sound made Fang Huai quickly grab the tissue, wipe it quickly, and sit up straight.
The hand that was suspended in mid-air paused, and Kong Lingyu reluctantly withdrew his hand. The touch that lingered on his fingertips was fleeting. He rubbed his fingertips, trying to recall the feeling, and said seriously again: "I can support Mai Mai."
"don't want."
Fang Huai took a sip of water as if to cover up his mistake. "I'm not short of money."
Kong Lingyu lowered his head in disappointment. Fang Huai glanced at him indifferently. He knew that this guy was pretending, but he still couldn't bear to see Kong Lingyu like this. He looked like a puppy, a puppy drenched by rain.
He softened his tone and said, "Thank you for this time."
"There's no need to talk about this between us." Hearing Fang Huai's thanks, Kong Lingyu's heart sounded an alarm bell. He subconsciously felt that Fang Huai wanted to distance himself from him. He leaned over the steering wheel, leaving only his eyes exposed, looking at Fang Huai with obscure eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am happy with it."
As long as it is what you give, I will be happy with it.
.....
Kong Lingyu's presence is strong and abrupt. Neither Fang Huai, Fang Henian, nor Fang Huai's adoptive parents can ignore his existence.
The adoptive parents who had lost contact actually took the initiative to contact Fang Huai, but it was not them who spoke first, but Fang Henan on the other end of the phone.
Fang Henian cautiously asked Fang Huai if he would go home for the holidays. The surroundings suddenly became quiet after he said that. Fang Huai didn't say anything. At the signal of his parents, Fang Henian said, "You can bring him back."
"Brother, can you go home?"
He Lijun sat next to Fang Henian, listening attentively to the noise coming from the opposite side. Fang Sijie sat on the sofa diagonally opposite Fang Henian, with his legs crossed and a newspaper in his hand, but his eyes were also on the mobile phone.
Fang Huai shook his head and suddenly realized that they couldn't see him. He continued watering the flowers. The water in the kettle dripped onto the branches and leaves of the potted plants, making a dull sound.
"Will he come back or not?"
The impatient He Lijun frowned and patted Fang Henian with a fan, urging him on.
Fang Henian made a "hush" gesture and asked, "Brother?"
"I'm not going back."
Fang Huai's voice came from the phone. He knew his parents were listening, so he said gently but firmly, "I won't come again."
"Fang Henian, we are still the same as before..."
They are as distant as before. There is no need to call him back unless it is necessary. Just like before, I know in my heart that they are not a family.
"By the way, I removed the scar on my back."
Fang Huai said calmly, as if he was talking about something insignificant, "Tell Mom and Dad to take good care of themselves and pay attention to their health."
After saying that, Fang Huai hung up the phone without listening to Fang Henan's further questions.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Huai leaned against the fence and smiled, "This isn't difficult."
"It's actually not difficult to say these words."
On the other side, the family of three sitting around the table were silent. After a long time, Fang Henian turned off his phone and said dryly: "My brother..."
"Let's eat."
He Lijun took the initiative to think about Fang Henian's words, and stood up and went back to the kitchen: "Since you are not coming back, forget it."
"Forget it, forget it. Let's just forget it."
He Lijun murmured, as if she was trying to persuade her family, or herself.
The couple seemed to have given up, but Fang Henan sat on the sofa for a long time and was unwilling to leave. He clenched his fists, his eyes full of confusion.
The next day, Fang Henian returned to Nanshi. He saw Fang Huai from afar and was about to go to meet him, but he saw an annoying man, as dazzling as a peacock with its tail spread out.
He snorted coldly and rushed forward, calling out to Fang Huai who was about to get in the car: "Brother!"
"You go up first, I'll go talk to him."
Kong Lingyu gave Fang Huai a reassuring look, then went straight to Fang Henan. His gaze lingered on the reckless boy for a moment, and he smiled provocatively, "What? You're not going to accompany your girlfriend?"
"none of your business."
Fang Henian rushed forward and said angrily, "Get out of the way, I want to talk to my brother."
"What did you say? Do you want to persuade him to go home, or do you want to say that you miss him?" Kong Lingyu completely lost his patience in the face of Fang Henan. He sneered and blocked Fang Henan outside, "Fang Henan, stop being childish."
"I'm his brother, why can't I talk to him?"
At this point, Fang Henian's eyes turned red and he pointed at Kong Lingyu and said angrily: "Why do you, an outsider, have the right to interfere in my family's affairs?"
"As a mistress who could be kicked out at any time, you have no right to meddle in my family affairs, let alone stop me."
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