Five days later, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu finally returned to Y City.
They had originally planned to fly directly to City Y, but Song Xuanhe's wound had already become infected, and Dr. Nathan suggested that it would be best for Song Xuanhe to go to Country Z, a neighboring country of Country X, to stabilize his wound and rest for a few days before returning to City Y. So Xiao Yuanmu ignored Song Xuanhe's protests and stayed in Country Z for three days to make sure everything was stable before setting off back to City Y.
Y City Municipal Hospital.
Not long after Dr. Nathan changed the medicine for Song Xuanhe, he brought someone to Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe looked at the visitor, smiled at him, and said, "Long time no see, Doctor Yu."
"Mr. Song." Yu Yan nodded coldly, "I heard from the teacher that you and I are old friends, but I remember we have only met a few times."
"But Zhou Nan and I are good friends." Song Xuanhe curled his lips and said, "Please sit down."
Yu Yan's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Song Xuanhe and then sat down next to him. Dr. Nathan smiled and said he had something to do and then left.
"What do you want from me?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at the closed door and said, "I know you worked for the Xiao family before, so I wanted to ask you about the current situation of the Xiao family."
"I only stayed in the Xiao family for a month." Yu Yan said, "I don't know the situation of the Xiao family."
"Were the people who troubled you before Xiao Bocong's men?" Song Xuanhe asked, "The Xiao family has several doctors. Does each doctor have a different person in charge?"
"I can't answer your first question." Yu Yan said, "I can tell you the second one. The Xiao family has its own medical team. Each doctor has his own professional area of responsibility. They are not the personal doctors of a certain owner of the Xiao family."
"But there must be a master who is more friendly or familiar to you." Song Xuanhe said, "Otherwise, how could there be such a difficult incident?"
"This has nothing to do with the Xiao family. It's just a situation that is hard to avoid in every workplace." Yu Yan said calmly, "When there is competition among peers, there will be suppression. It's very normal."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Then why are you following Xiao Yuanmu alone now?"
"Because Dr. Nathan is my teacher." Yu Yan said: "If you want to know something, I suggest you ask Mr. Xiao instead of asking me. If he wants you to know, you can know everything. If he doesn't want you to know, there is no point in asking me. I know your relationship. If things between lovers need to be explained by others, it will not last long."
After hearing the last sentence, Yu Yan's expression darkened a little, and it was obvious that he had thought of something.
Song Xuanhe knew Zhou Nan's personality and knew that Zhou Nan was not in the right place in the relationship between them. As Zhou Nan's friend, he also wanted to poke Yu Yan's sore spot, so he changed the subject and said, "Do you know how to make the wound heal faster after infection? And I suddenly want to eat boiled fish fillet. Can I have it?"
"I heard from the teacher that you are in good health. Now that your wound has been treated, you can go back to recuperate soon. It won't take too long for you to recover. You should wait until you recover before eating the boiled fish."
Yu Yan stood up and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Song Xuanhe nodded, and then said: "My phone was taken away by Xiao Yuanmu. If it is convenient, please tell Zhou Nan that I am in Y City now, but don't tell him my current situation. Thank you for your help."
Yu Yan paused and pursed his lips to refuse, but saw Xiao Yuanmu pushing the door open. He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, nodded gently to Xiao Yuanmu, and left the ward.
"What do you want to talk to Yu Yan about?" Xiao Yuanmu walked to Song Xuanhe's side, put the porridge he had just cooked on the table, and opened the lid of the thermos box while saying, "You want to drink the chicken porridge."
"There's not much meat." Song Xuanhe picked up the spoon and stirred it, lowering his eyes and said, "I wanted to ask him about your situation in the Xiao family, but I didn't expect him to reveal anything."
Xiao Yuanmu took out the prepared side dishes one by one and placed them in front of Song Xuan and the bowl of porridge, and said lightly: "Just ask me if you want to know anything."
Song Xuanhe put down the spoon and asked: "How is your father, the head of the Xiao family, doing now?"
"He's still receiving treatment." Xiao Yuanmu sat down on the other side of the table, his tone difficult to discern: "His doctors are very attentive, and he's doing well now."
"You wasted so much time going to Country X to look for me, don't you need to go see him?"
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, looked at Song Xuan and his drooping eyelashes, and said, "Your wound has not healed before, so I have not told you."
"What?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and his gaze met Xiao Yuanmu's.
"Dr. Nathan said you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I have already sent someone to pack up my apartment. You can move directly to my apartment tomorrow."
Song Xuan and Tong Ren were stunned for a moment, and then he looked around and said something else: "I was shot, how can I recover so quickly?"
"Your wound did not damage your internal organs or bones, so it heals quickly." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "The infection has been dealt with now. You just need to wait for the wound to heal. Someone will help you change the dressing when you return."
"I think..."
"Don't you dislike hospitals?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him and said, "Or do you just don't want to live with me?"
"No." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips and said, "If he wants to be discharged tomorrow, then he can be discharged tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded and looked at Song Xuan and drank the porridge quietly.
After Song Xuanhe finished drinking, he cleaned up the table and waited for everyone to clear out the food before saying, "When your wound heals, I'll make you whatever you want to eat."
Song Xuanhe leaned on the pillow, looked up at Xiao Yuanmu, and suddenly thought of something. A hint of ill intention flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Do anything?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Xuanhe's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hands to hook Xiao Yuanmu's neck, staring straight at his lips, with a hint of wickedness in the corners of her eyes: "Guess."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to kiss his lips. In order not to tear his wound like last time, he did not forget to hold Song Xuanhe down while his lips and teeth touched to prevent him from moving. While kissing him, he whispered, "You can eat anything you want."
After the two separated, Xiao Yuanmu opened the computer he brought to work as usual, while Song Xuanhe took out his camera to look through the photos he had taken before, and occasionally drew on paper when inspiration came. However, as long as it took more than five minutes, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes would sweep over, and then Song Xuanhe would tactfully put his hand down and lean back on the pillow. Because he had been doing this for the past few days, Song Xuanhe was very familiar with the movements.
"Don't move."
Xiao Yuanmu simply gave a reminder and then continued with his work.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, picked up the sketchbook in front of him, and started sketching Xiao Yuanmu who was working.
Xiao Yuanmu looked up, but before he could speak, Song Xuanhe said, "I'll draw a quick sketch. It will take two minutes."
"Don't bother with the wound."
Xiao Yuanmu continued to work with his head down. After Song Xuan and Shuashua finished their sketches, they looked through the pages. During the few days in the hospital, he had already made countless sketches of Xiao Yuanmu. Each one was not delicate, but vividly portrayed his own shadow, allowing people to see at a glance the movements and mood of the person in the painting at that time.
Louis once saw Song Xuanhe's paintings and was very surprised, because this notebook not only contained sketches, but also some silent drawings based on memory and imagination. But no matter what it was, in Song Xuanhe's paintings, Xiao Yuanmu's mood always became very easy to understand.
Song Xuanhe never deliberately depicted his facial expressions, but people who looked at the painting could understand Xiao Yuanmu's mood through the painting. It was a very magical experience.
The person in the painting can be recognized as Xiao Yuanmu at a glance, and the person's movements and expressions clearly reflect Xiao Yuanmu's usual behavior, but he seems different from the Xiao Yuanmu they see.
——This is Xiao Yuanmu in Song Xuanhe’s eyes.
Simple, pure, without a trace of haziness or mystery.
Louis asked Song Xuanhe: "How did you guess Xiao's mood through his unchanged expression and eyes that showed no emotion? Also, how did you draw this picture? I suddenly feel that Xiao has become very understandable. Obviously nothing has changed, but it seems that everything has changed. If possible, can you draw me? I am very curious about what I look like in your eyes."
Song Xuanhe originally planned to agree, because in his opinion, drawing anyone was just practice. However, before he agreed, Xiao Yuanmu came back and rejected Louis' request on Song Xuanhe's behalf.
Xiao Yuanmu said: "He can only draw me."
Louis left angrily, and Song Xuanhe's notebook was filled with many more sketches of Xiao Yuanmu in different situations. Xiao Yuanmu would occasionally flip through them, and when he saw a certain painting, he would frown, as if he was lost in thought.
Once Song Xuanhe asked him: "Why are you frowning when you look at my paintings?"
Without taking his eyes off the painting in his hand, Xiao Yuanmu whispered, "What were you thinking about when you painted these pictures?"
"I'm not thinking about anything." Song Xuanhe said, "I'm just painting."
Xiao Yuanmu asked again: "When you drew me, what do you think I was thinking?"
"Work?" Song Xuanhe guessed, "Whether the cooperation project is successful, whether the project proposed by others is feasible, and thinking about the next step..."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu interrupted Song Xuanhe calmly, opened the notebook in his hand and showed it to Song Xuanhe, pointed at himself typing with his eyes downcast in the painting, and said, "I'm thinking about you."
Song Xuanhe was stunned and did not answer.
Xiao Yuanmu continued, "You had already been drawing for three minutes and fifteen seconds. I was thinking whether I should remind you."
Song Xuanhe paused, and Xiao Yuanmu turned to the next picture. The man in the picture looked up at the person outside the picture. His eyebrows were sharp but his eyes were not sharp. Instead, they were gentle: "This is when you acted coquettishly and said you wanted to eat mangoes."
Song Xuanhe coughed, frowned and asked, "When did I act like a spoiled child?"
"You told me that if I don't eat mangoes, my wound will get worse." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him calmly: "Isn't this just being a spoiled child?"
"Are you thinking of me when you see this painting?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows unhappily.
"I was wondering, if I gave you a mango, would you kiss me like you bribed me when you said you wanted to eat chicken drumsticks?"
Song Xuanhe's eyes widened: "That time was just an accident!"
He had just finished changing the medicine and happened to see a photo of chicken drumstick rice posted by someone while playing with his phone. The photo was very tempting, making Song Xuan, who had been eating very light food for a while, salivate. He asked Xiao Yuanmu for it, but Xiao Yuanmu refused without even thinking about it, and even said heartlessly: "Not only can you not eat it today, but you can't eat anything greasy or spicy until your wound is fully healed. I will watch you."
Song Xuanhe had been under his strict supervision for a few days. In addition, she had been worried for a long time. She was so angry that she asked him, "Don't you want to work? Can you stay here all the time and not let others buy things for me?"
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and said, "I have arranged more than a dozen people inside and outside your place. No one can avoid my people to bring you food."
Song Xuanhe knew he couldn't win the argument, so he pulled up the quilt and wanted to lie down, but he forgot that there was a needle in his hand. The blood quickly flowed back when he moved, and even the needle in his arm was moved. Seeing this, Xiao Yuanmu quickly wanted to press down his wound and call a doctor, but he didn't expect that Song Xuanhe was half-sitting at the time, and he had a wound on his waist. When Xiao Yuanmu pulled him, he instantly lost his strength and fell towards him.
When he fell, Xiao Yuanmu went to help him up again, and the two of them accidentally bumped into each other and their lips brushed against each other lightly.
Song Xuanhe didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to say that the accident was caused by him kissing him coquettishly in order to bribe him, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I wouldn't bribe you for a chicken leg."
Xiao Yuanmu said: "I will miss you because you kissed me."
It was a plain and simple sentence, but it sounded even more restrained when spoken in his clear voice. However, it made Song Xuanhe's ears red in an instant and she stopped arguing with him.
Later, every time Song Xuanhe painted, Xiao Yuanmu's words would always come to his mind: I am thinking of you.
As Song Xuanhe was painting, he became absent-minded. Five minutes passed unknowingly. Xiao Yuanmu looked up and saw that Song Xuanhe's eyes were wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking about. The movement of holding the sketchbook didn't seem to affect the muscles of his waist, so it shouldn't affect the wound.
But he still reminded: "Five minutes."
Song Xuanhe suddenly came back to his senses, but he hadn't completely gotten out of the memory just now. He blurted out a sentence without thinking: "Are you thinking about me?"
Xiao Yuanmu's typing fingers paused and hung in the air.
Song Xuanhe reacted instantly, he looked away and said: "You looked like you were thinking about me just now, but I think it's better for you to work seriously. After all, I'm sitting here, you don't need to think too much."
"So what were you thinking about just now?"
Xiao Yuanmu closed the computer, crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin, his long straight eyelashes facing Song Xuanhe, his dark eyes flashing with a dark light.
"What am I thinking about?" Song Xuanhe blinked, with an innocent expression: "You should know that I don't think about anything when I paint."
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and said, "I thought you were thinking about me."
"You are right in front of me." Song Xuanhe said, "What else can I think about?"
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "You mean, will you miss me when I'm not around?"
Song Xuanhe choked and said reluctantly, "Maybe I think about it sometimes."
"Under what circumstances?"
Hearing that Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be interested in this topic, Song Xuanhe covered his wound, frowned a little and said: "I'll lie down for a while, the wound is a little uncomfortable, call me when it's time to eat."
As he spoke, he placed the sketchbook on the table, curled up in the quilt and closed his eyes.
A smile flashed across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and he chuckled and said, "Good afternoon."
Song Xuanhe didn't say anything and seemed to have fallen asleep.
The warm air from the air conditioner was flowing, and the sound of Xiao Yuanmu tapping on the keyboard could be heard softly. Occasionally, a cold fragrance floating in the air could be smelled, so ethereal that it was almost non-existent. That was the smell of Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuanhe closed his eyes, breathing the air that had almost no smell of disinfectant, and listening to the continuous light sounds not far away. It was as if the air was filled with a leisurely, comfortable coziness and warmth, which made his brows relax and he fell into a deep sleep little by little.
Not far away, the sound of Xiao Yuanmu typing on the keyboard stopped. He slowly stood up and walked to Song Xuanhe's bed. After staring at him for a long time, he gave him a light kiss on the corner of his slightly raised mouth, and then returned to his original position to continue working.
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