Do you miss me?
Song Zicheng reached out and took it, glancing down at it. Inside were a phone box and a file folder. Just as he was about to examine the words on the file folder more closely, he heard Lu Zhiyan say, "Your phone is too slow, video calls keep dropping. Get a new one, it'll be easier for me to contact you." He didn't mention the other file folder at all.
Song Zicheng's cell phone had been used for two and a half years, which wasn't actually that long, though it might occasionally lag due to poor signal. That phone held immense significance for him; it was the last thing his parents left him, and he cherished it dearly. Therefore, it looked exactly like a brand new phone from the outside.
Song Zicheng was still lost in thought when Lu Zhiyan hugged him before leaving, and he vaguely heard Lu Zhiyan say, "Wait for me to come back."
The car had already driven far away and slowly disappeared around the corner. In the empty building below, only Song Zicheng's lonely figure could be seen. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Zicheng shivered from the cold before slowly turning around.
Back indoors, he sat on the sofa and, before his body had warmed up, took out the mysterious document bag with his icy hands.
The cover of the document bag contained only a few words, including the recipient's name and the date.
The rather formal document made Song Zicheng a little nervous. It was unremarkable, but the cover, which didn't reveal any important information, piqued his curiosity even more.
Song Zicheng stared at the file bag with a serious expression for a few seconds, then used his long, slightly red fingers to untangle the rope, carefully tearing open the seal. He patiently and meticulously pulled out the file, and after just one glance, his eyes widened instantly, his joy overflowing.
Song Zicheng's hand holding the document trembled involuntarily, his breathing became rapid, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was unusually excited.
Bone marrow transplant donor matching information
The bolded and highlighted title was eye-catching and gave Song Zicheng a glimpse of the hope he had been searching for all these years.
The stack of documents was more than thirty pages long. Song Zicheng did not read it carefully from beginning to end, word by word. He turned directly to the last page, and the words "bone marrow matching meets the transplantation conditions" in black and white made Song Zicheng's eyes light up.
He closed his eyes, trembling as he clasped his hands together and bowed several times, gradually relaxing his entire being. This matter, which had been the source of his deepest anxieties, his greatest concern, and his most important task, was finally showing signs of progress in the flow of time. The thing he had been working so hard for, which had left him without a glimmer of hope, was now finally seeing the light of day.
Although the person who matched Song Zi'an's bone marrow has not yet made a clear statement, this is at least enough to reassure Song Zi's son.
It turns out that he too can receive the favor and blessing of heaven; it turns out that he too can be that lucky one!
Before he knew it, Song Zicheng's eyes were already wet, and tears fell like large, crystal-clear pearls. He was trembling uncontrollably and could not even hold his phone steady.
His fingers tapped repeatedly on the keyboard, but he couldn't type a single correct or complete word. He pressed the microphone button in the chat box, and his voice, which was usually composed and dignified, was now filled with excitement and enthusiasm: "Thank you, thank you, Lu Zhiyan, thank you!"
At this moment, a thousand words could be summed up in one sentence: heartfelt gratitude. Song Zicheng didn't know what to say; his heart and mind were filled with thanks. This was absolutely the best, most unexpected, and most surprising New Year's gift he had received in over twenty years.
Lu Zhiyan had just arrived at the airport when he heard a message notification in his pocket. He opened his phone and tapped on the voice message. The short five seconds were enough to convey the sender's ecstatic joy and sincere gratitude.
Lu Zhiyan listened to it repeatedly, and each time the corners of his mouth would unconsciously curl upwards, revealing tenderness and affection in his deep eyes.
After having breakfast and washing the dishes, Song Zicheng sat at his desk, carefully examining the document. Although the proper nouns and foreign words contained therein were completely incomprehensible, he patiently and meticulously looked through it while searching on his phone.
Receiving such a big surprise on the first day of the new year is undoubtedly one of the greatest joys in Song Zicheng's life.
The day before returning to the capital, Song Zicheng packed his luggage and bought a bouquet of lilies, his mother's favorite flowers. This time, he was not as preoccupied and worried as before, but he did not intend to tell his parents about it. He wanted to wait until everything was ready and everything was settled before solemnly announcing this exciting good news.
Song Zicheng was essentially a pessimist. The joy he felt upon seeing the transplant information that day did not last long. He had little confidence or certainty about anything that was uncertain or contained unknowns.
What if the person who is a match for the transplant is unwilling to donate? What if the requirements for medical skills are too high? What if Lu Zhiyan changes his mind later and refuses to help him?
Such thoughts had been going back and forth in his mind many times.
He forced himself not to think so much and to focus on the present. Finding a bone marrow match was a big step forward, something to be happy about. He told himself he couldn't be so negative. As long as he kept going, even the most difficult things would eventually be solved.
On the day Song Zicheng moved, Lu Zhiyan, who was far away in France, had already arranged everything in advance. Song Zicheng was extremely surprised and felt a little emotional looking at the people who had arranged things for him in his home.
Two days ago, when Lu Zhiyan was video chatting with him, he mentioned that he would pack up and move his things out in the next couple of days. There was a few seconds of silence. He looked at Lu Zhiyan's face and saw that he was so tired that he couldn't even see what his expression was.
Since that New Year's gift, Song Zicheng's attitude towards Lu Zhiyan has improved, but what remains unchanged is his awe of Lu Zhiyan and the sense of oppression and tension caused by the inequality in power and status. He is afraid that he will say something wrong and make Lu Zhiyan angry, so this few seconds of pause still makes Song Zicheng's heart tighten.
Due to the time difference, it was already bright daylight on Lu Zhiyan's side. He was leaning back in his office chair, his right hand resting on the back of the chair, supporting his head, his eyes lowered. He didn't speak, and Song Zicheng didn't know what to say next either. They remained in this stalemate for several minutes before Lu Zhiyan finally looked up and said sleepily, "I just dozed off."
Looking at the haggard face that seemed so close yet so far away, Song Zicheng felt a pang of sadness. He said softly, "No matter how busy you are with work, you must remember to rest. Health is the foundation of everything."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiyan paused for a moment, then stared at Song Zicheng with a beaming smile and smiled with satisfaction. Song Zicheng didn't understand what he was smiling about, so he looked up at him as well. The two looked at each other through their phones. Although they were in different countries and far apart, at this moment, it seemed as if countless threads were weaving across the ocean, tightly connecting the two of them.
Later, whenever Song Zicheng couldn't sleep at night and felt guilty and remorseful, he would insist on figuring out exactly when he fell in love with Lu Zhiyan. After thinking about it, he couldn't find a specific time, but this moment was enough to leave a deep impression on him and remain fresh in his memory.
Although Song Zicheng didn't know what project Lu Zhiyan was busy with, he knew that Lu Zhiyan had been in France for more than three months, and in five days, it would be a full four months.
At first, Song Zicheng was overjoyed that life was finally back on track and he had finally escaped Lu Zhiyan for a short time. Every day was the same routine: school, home, and bar. He had been living this routine for three years and had long since become accustomed to it. But one day, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
What exactly is wrong?
Song Zicheng sat at his desk and thought for a long time. When he finally realized that it all came down to Lu Zhiyan, Song Zicheng's first feeling was not surprise or unexpectedness, but fear and unease.
For over twenty years, apart from his parents and Zi'an, no one had ever made him so restless and anxious. Yet, someone he had only known for a little over six months could make him so worried. In an instant, a startling thought flashed through his mind. When he realized what he was thinking, the usually calm and composed Song Zicheng panicked so much that he snapped the pen in his hand.
Despite his sharp mind, he pondered for a long time but still had no clue. He stared blankly at the newly sprouting trees downstairs, scratched his head, and couldn't figure it out.
When he makes a phone call, he panics because he sees his own face in his sleep, and he loses his mind because of Lu Zhiyan's extremely seductive voice. Although he tries his best to control himself, there is always a slip-up, and Lu Zhiyan still notices the abnormality.
"What's wrong with you? You've been spacing out a lot lately?" Lu Zhiyan asked as he came out of the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in a towel but his upper body naked.
Song Zicheng quickly raised his eyelids and glanced at the screen. Lu Zhiyan's well-developed chest and abdominal muscles were right in the center of the phone screen. Song Zicheng only glanced at them for a moment before immediately lowering his head and saying, "Nothing."
Lu Zhiyan thought he was worried and anxious again because of Song Zian's matter: "We are actively communicating with the person who matched Zian's bone marrow. Don't worry, I'm confident."
Lu Zhiyan misunderstood his troubles, but that's fine, it saves Song Zicheng from having to rack his brains to find a reason to explain.
"My project is nearing completion, and it will be finished in about two weeks," Lu Zhiyan said with a long sigh. The intense, non-stop work had left him exhausted. His most relaxing moment each day was when he was video chatting with Song Zicheng. It seemed that as long as he saw the person he longed for day and night, all his troubles would disappear.
Song Zicheng hummed in response, and then both of them fell silent. Song Zicheng looked up in confusion and saw Lu Zhiyan's eyes filled with desire and affection as he looked at him.
The gaze was too intense, and the emotions in his eyes were too direct. Although Song Zicheng remained expressionless, a closer look revealed that the tips of his ears had turned slightly red.
"I miss you," Lu Zhiyan suddenly said, his voice tinged with a pitiful yet expectant tone. "Do you miss me?"
After speaking for a long time without receiving a reply, Song Zicheng kept his head down and remained silent. Lu Zhiyan could only see the cute cowlick on the top of his head on the phone screen. Somewhat anxiously, she repeated, "Do you miss me?"
"think."
At this moment, Song Zicheng finally voiced his longing after so many days. He didn't want Lu Zhiyan to notice, so he spoke this softly and hesitantly.
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