Go home for the New Year
Nanshi, First People's Hospital, Burns Department.
The people waiting in the waiting area had different expressions and held white registration forms in their hands. Every time the display screen hanging on the wall refreshed, an inorganic female voice would sound.
Every time this happens, people in the waiting area will pick up the crumpled registration form, look up at the eye-catching red words on the screen, calculate the time, and estimate how long it will take before it is their turn.
The number of people kept decreasing, and finally there were only two people left in the waiting area.
"Please ask patient number 29 to go to clinic number 3."
The man whose number was called slowly stood up and cautiously glanced at the tall, fully armed man next to him. The man squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep. When he noticed the middle-aged man's gaze, he glanced at him coldly.
"Go in." The man's voice was low, his brows etched with impatience. "He Jiangyun, you'd better behave yourself and don't cause any trouble for me."
He Jiangyun shuddered and smiled at the man ingratiatingly: "Little white eyes... No, little hole."
Before he could finish his words, He Jiangyun suddenly felt the air pressure around him become very low. The man frowned and said, "Shut up."
The last patient was still not in, so Fang Huai got up and went out. Just then, their eyes met, and the man quickly looked away.
He Jiangyun didn't suspect anything and limped into the consultation room. Fang Huai felt that the man's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar, but the man covered the lower half of his face tightly, so he couldn't see anything.
"Do you need help?"
Fang Huai turned his attention to He Jiangyun. Seeing that his hands were bandaged and his legs and feet were inconvenient, he walked up to him and asked.
"Get lost..." He Jiangyun hated it most when others looked at him with such concern. Just as he was about to curse, he was frightened by the gaze of the man next to him and swallowed the words that were about to come out.
He Jiangyun walked into the consultation room with his neck stiffened, and suddenly his body tilted. Fang Huai hurried to support him, but the great force of his arms pulled him down, and his head almost hit the corner of the table.
The expected pain did not come. Fang Huai felt an extra force on his waist. He was carefully helped up and met the pair of narrow and deep eyes.
The man was wearing a mask, but his tone was full of concern: "Doctor Fang, are you okay?"
He Jiangyun sat on the chair and sneered.
Fang Huai reacted and quickly stepped back, shaking his head: "Thank you."
The man nodded, his limbs a little stiff.
He turned around and glared at He Jiangyun coldly. He Jiangyun shrank his neck. He was really afraid that the fist would hit him in the next second. He quickly apologized to Fang Huai: "I'm sorry, doctor, I didn't mean it."
Fang Huai straightened his clothes, sat down and looked through He Jiangyun's message. Hearing this, he looked up and said lightly, "It's okay."
The man's burning gaze was fixed on Fang Huai. Fang Huai looked back, and the man quickly moved away. Finally, he said something in the patient's ear and left.
Fang Huai checked the burn on He Jiangyun's arm as usual. Even though his movements were very gentle, the patient still cried out in pain.
"Doctor, please be gentle."
"Okay." Fang Huai lowered his eyes and agreed.
He Jiangyun was so frightened by the man standing at the door that he dared not say a word and could only look at the doctor's face in front of him.
It's worth mentioning that although this doctor has a cold personality, his eyes are quite nice. There is a small black mole on the tip of his right eyebrow, and there is a hint of alienation between his eyebrows. As if he noticed his gaze, he raised his eyelids and looked at He Jiangyun with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
After being caught, he moved away from He Jiangyun but did not move his eyes away, and continued to look at him with a clear conscience.
He Jiangyun looked at the small mole and the eyes, and felt that he had seen them somewhere before. They looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where.
The doctor asked questions and he answered them. The last prescription was placed in front of him. Fang Huai stood up and said, "Okay."
He Jiangyun took the prescription and walked out of the clinic. The signature on the prescription was restrained and subtle, which was quite good.
"Let's go."
The man who had been waiting outside for a long time snatched the prescription, rubbed his fingertips gently on the signature affectionately, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.
He ignored the angry He Jiangyun and left He Jiangyun behind with his long legs. He Jiangyun gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: You ungrateful little bastard, did you eat explosives today?
When he went downstairs, he found that the man had already walked away, "Fuck, Kong Lingyu, you ungrateful wolf, wait for me!"
After they left, Fang Huai rubbed his swollen temples, stood up and left his workstation. A passing colleague greeted him familiarly, "Doctor Fang, it's time to get off work."
A colleague who usually had a good relationship with Fang Huai walked side by side with him and asked, "Do you want to go eat together?"
"No, I'll go home and eat." Fang Huai said after hesitating for a moment.
The colleague nodded, patted Fang Huai on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Doctor Fang, go home and have a good rest. You've worked hard today."
"You too, there are a lot of patients today, go back and have a good rest tonight."
After saying goodbye to his colleagues and walking out of the hospital, Fang Huai took off his mask, revealing the lower half of his fair face. His facial lines were clear but not sharp, and the distance between his eyebrows and eyes made him look gentle and delicate. Occasionally, he pursed his thin lips, revealing a bit of stubbornness.
Fang Huai's appearance does not give a sense of aggression. He is like a small pavilion with winding corridors and exquisite carvings in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River. He is introverted and reserved. He may not be stunning at first sight, but he is also eye-catching.
He walked slowly, his thin back straight, and his shadow on the ground looked long, thin and twisted.
I wasn't hungry yet, so I wandered aimlessly along the path. As the sky darkened, my shadow shortened, finally huddling under the streetlight at the foot of a locust tree. The ringing of my cell phone shattered the momentary tranquility.
Fang Huai didn't rush to answer the phone, but found a quiet place to sit down.
The phone was so bright that it hurt my eyes. I slid my slender fingers across the screen and finally saw who was calling. It was my mother.
His finger, about to press the connect button, paused above the screen, and Fang Huai fell into memories of their last unhappy parting. Thinking about it carefully, every time they contacted each other, it always ended in a bad mood.
In his senior year of high school, after dragging his body with a high fever and leaving the home that had adopted him for more than ten years, Fang Huai usually only relied on the cold screen to communicate with his "family".
So many years have passed, and he only goes back a few times occasionally, returns in a hurry, and leaves in a hurry again, like a not very familiar guest.
What was the reason for the last unpleasant parting? Fang Huai couldn't quite recall it. But he hoped this time, the ending would be better.
Fang Huai pressed the answer button and said in a calm tone, "Mom." Even Fang Huai himself didn't notice that his hands were trembling slightly. He waited quietly for a response from the other end.
A woman's powerful voice came from the microphone, "Fang Huai, have you eaten?"
"Mom, I've eaten." Fang Huai replied in a low voice, fiddling with the edge of his phone. Someone on the other end was asking if he was busy at work, but the words were so nonchalant. He took a deep breath and said, "Mom, is there something wrong?"
He Lijun, who was sitting opposite, looked displeased. Her husband took out a piece of paper with the words "Talk nicely" written on it.
She muttered softly, "Can't I call you if I have nothing to do? Why do you sound so weak when you speak? Have you really eaten?"
Fang Huai was a little surprised to be caught in a lie, but he still said honestly, "I'm not hungry yet. I'll eat later."
"You kid, what are you saying..." He Lijun didn't say a word of truth. Just as she was about to curse, Fang Sijie covered her mouth and took the phone from her as she rolled her eyes. "Child, eating on time is good for your health."
"Dad, I understand." Fang Huai looked towards the distance, stood up and walked to a bun shop to buy some dumplings. "I bought dumplings and am eating them now."
"That's right."
Fang Sijie said with satisfaction: "Your mother is doing this for your own good. That's just her nature."
"Dad, do you have anything else to say?" Fang Huai asked softly.
"Your grandmother was ill a while ago, not seriously. She's just a little nostalgic now that she's old. She keeps talking about you and asking when you'll be back."
Fang Sijie carefully discussed with Fang Huai: "My younger brother is coming back this year. He called us and said he would bring his girlfriend back. Let's take this opportunity to have a good family reunion."
"Go see grandma too."
Grandma? He shook his head, looking dazed. That was Fang Henian’s grandmother, not his.
In a moment of distraction, the boiling hot soup of the steamed dumpling splashed onto his hand. Fang Huai's hand holding the phone trembled, leaving a red mark on the back of his slender white hand. He ignored the red back of his hand, put the steamed dumpling in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and waited to swallow the food in his mouth.
He said slowly, "Can I think about it?"
After graduating from high school, Fang Huai rarely went home and his adoptive parents didn't care much about him.
During the holidays, his adoptive father would just call and say a few words indifferently, but this time they brought up the elders, and Fang Huai couldn't refuse nor could he agree casually.
He Lijun, who was standing by, was unhappy and snatched the phone away. "What's there to think about? Your grandma misses you, so just come back. Going home for the New Year isn't like going to jail. Just give it a go."
"Your mother didn't mean that. She just..." His adoptive father's helpless voice came out. Fang Huai wiped the soup off his hands and said tiredly, "Mom and Dad, my friend and I have an appointment to celebrate the New Year together this year. I need to discuss it with him."
"I'll tell you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, talk it over with your friends. There will be plenty of opportunities to celebrate the New Year together in the future. Besides, your brother is bringing his girlfriend home this time, so it would be inappropriate for you, as the older brother, not to come back."
He Lijun glared at her husband and said, "Call me after dinner tomorrow."
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Fang Huai had barely finished speaking when the phone beeped. His hand hung in the air as the empty plastic bag was blown up by a gust of wind and rolled to the ground. He took a deep breath to suppress his emotions and went to pick it up, but the bag flew faster and faster, as if deliberately trying to antagonize him. Fang Huai patiently chased after it.
Just as it was about to touch it, the wind blew the plastic bag away again. Suddenly, a big hand grabbed the plastic bag and a low laugh came from above.
Fang Huai maintained his bent posture, and his warm hands fell on his soft hair. "Fang Huai."
Fang Huai stood up and looked at the man's handsome face clearly, and said in a surprised tone:
"Li Xuan, why are you here?"
"I came to pick you up, but your colleague told me you were off work, so I came here to look for it." Li Xuan put the plastic bag in the nearby trash can and said with a stifled smile, "I just happened to see you chasing it."
Fang Huai's fair face looked a little unnatural, and his soft earlobes were as red as the electronic scarlet letters in front of the hospital. He looked around, cleared his throat and said, "I came here to take a look and eat."
Li Xuan saw Fang Huai's thoughts and asked with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Are you full?"
The blush on Fang Huai's face faded, and he answered seriously, "I'm full."
Li Xuan deliberately stretched out his words, his deep, magnetic voice rising in tone at the end. "Well, I haven't eaten yet. Can you eat with me again?"
Fang Huai looked at Li Xuan, then at the nearby shops, and nodded: "Okay, I'll treat you."
While eating, I had a good opportunity to discuss the New Year's matters with Li Xuan.
"Thank you, boyfriend, for treating me to dinner." Li Xuan took Fang Huai's cold hand and walked towards the familiar store. His hand was warm, warming Fang Huai's cold hand. The two of them sat together and ate the food in front of them. Fang Huai felt warm inside.
As the Chinese New Year approached, their department was busier than before. Li Xuan was also very busy as a university professor. The two of them had almost no time to date, and they even had to squeeze out time to have dinner together.
Fang Huai's heart sank again when he thought that what he said might ruin the current atmosphere.
"Li Xuan, I have something to discuss with you."
"If you have something on your mind, you can tell me."
They both spoke at the same time. Li Xuan rubbed Fang Huai's face and said, "You go ahead."
Fang Huai propped up his head and said, "Today, my mother called and asked me to go home for the New Year."
The smile on Li Xuan's face froze, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his face. But when Fang Huai looked at him, he shrugged helplessly and asked, "Why so sudden?"
He knew Fang Huai's family situation. Fang Huai did not contact his family frequently after leaving home. He contacted them three or five times a year at most. Fang Huai would only go back under special circumstances.
Letting Fang Huai go back was almost the New Year, which was probably a last-minute decision.
Fang Huai explained: "Grandma was hospitalized some time ago, and He Nian also wants to go back with his friends to celebrate the New Year."
"Those two things happened together, so they asked me to go back and celebrate the New Year with them."
Hearing the word "Grandma", Li Xuan subconsciously clenched his hands. He asked Fang Huai for confirmation. Seeing Fang Huai nod, he frowned, "Is that so?"
Missing Fang Huai? This reason is too far-fetched. How could the old lady miss Fang Huai?
Fang Huai saw the worry on Li Xuan's face, he patted Li Xuan's hand and signaled him to relax.
Li Xuan held Fang Huai's hand in return: "Do you want to go back?"
Fang Huai let Li Xuan hold his hand, leaned on Li Xuan's shoulder, closed his eyes tiredly, and said, "I made an appointment with you to celebrate the New Year together this year."
"If you don't want to go back, then stay here." Li Xuan was definitely not happy for his lover to go home, but seeing Fang Huai's lost look, he changed the subject:
"It's okay. If you want to go home, we can make an appointment next year." Li Xuan looked at her gently.
"Actually, compared to us spending New Year's Eve together, I would rather take you home and meet my family."
Fang Huai suddenly opened his eyes, pulled his hand back, and realized what he had done. His face turned pale, "I... I'm not ready yet."
"I was too impatient and scared you. Wait until you are ready before you go meet my family." Li Xuan said sincerely and withdrew his hand gracefully.
Fang Huai slowly closed his hands that were hanging on his legs, regretting his behavior, "Sorry."
"There's no need to talk about this between us. Xiao Huai, can you promise me one thing?" Li Xuan looked at Fang Huai seriously and said.
Fang Huai looked up and said, "Yeah."
Li Xuan looked at Fang Huai, his tone gentle but with a strong desire for control: "I hope that if this situation occurs in the future, you can contact me as soon as possible and we can make a decision together, okay?"
"I didn't enjoy this conversation tonight, and I don't want to be in this situation again. You can rely on me a little more."
"Li Xuan..." Fang Huai was about to say something, but Li Xuan interrupted him and picked up some food for him, "Eat more."
The more gentle Li Xuan was, the more guilty Fang Huai felt. His timidity was exposed to the sunlight. The sunlight was gentle, but he had nowhere to hide.
He responded softly, "Okay."
Seeing Fang Huai agreed, Li Xuan smiled with satisfaction, rubbed Fang Huai's head and said, "Yeah."
At the same time, in the brightly lit building, Fang Henian was discussing with his girlfriend in the tea room. His girlfriend suddenly changed her mind and decided not to go home with him for the New Year. Fang Henian wanted to persuade his girlfriend, but was called away by the team leader.
In the end, the matter was left unresolved and the two of them went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers. Fang Henian was so angry that he was stood up even though he had to work overtime late at night. He was really unhappy!
In the president's office, a black desk was piled with documents that needed to be processed. A handsome man was holding a wooden photo frame and examining it carefully. The photo was of a boy's back. The boy tilted his head slightly to reveal his youthful and delicate profile, with a small black mole at the end of his eyebrow.
The man's narrow eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and in his other hand he held a prescription with the signature clearly written on it: Fang Huai.
Kong Lingyu's pale fingertips carefully traced the boy's brow bone, moved all the way to the end of the eyebrow, and carefully touched the mole.
"Maimai, we're going to meet." Kong Lingyu's expression was joyful. He reluctantly put the photo frame back in its place and murmured, "Wait for me."
Those narrow eyes were filled with pleasure and longing, his scarlet lips moved in and out, and his voice was paranoid and hoarse: "The director's mother has been talking to me about you all these years. Let's go back and see her together this year."
"Tell her you've grown up."
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