It has been a week since He Yu came to New York.
The first two days of out-of-body dream bliss were of course needless to say. Those excitement, ecstasy, tears, and heartfelt revelations continued to erupt in the first few days when he met him.
After several days, He Yucai finally slowly regained his sense of life.
The great joy that surged at the reunion was overwhelming, and after a few days of infatuation, it finally turned into a gust of sweet rain, falling softly on the eyebrows, washing away He Yu for the past two years. The coldness and dust on his face.
Xie Qingcheng still had some consolidation treatment to do, and it would take another month to return to China, so He Yu booked a room for a month in a hotel near the hospital, so that he could come to take care of Xie Qingcheng's diet and daily life every day.
At first, he was very excited and active, and recklessly wanted to bribe the doctor and live directly in the ward. But this idea was refuted by the blond and blue-eyed attending physician without hesitation. The doctor couldn't bear to see this group of rich tycoons in love with the savage young master, what did he do? Treat the ward as a vacation suite
The hospital is a sacred place, do these ignorant and arrogant bosses think that just swiping the card can make him bow his head
Don't even think about it.
The attending doctor returned Mr. He's application for an accompanying bed, and in the office, he told Mr. He, who had the highest education only in high school, what he needed to pay attention to, and then rolled his eyes and sent Mr. He away.
He didn't want to talk too much with stupid high school students.
He Yu is in a good mood now, Xie Qingcheng is still alive, he is the happiest person in the world, not to mention the doctor rolling his eyes, even if he slaps him, he will say the doctor, does your hand hurt? I'm hurt, come here, the doctor calms down. I am also a family member of the medical staff. I can understand you very well. I will definitely cooperate and cooperate.
Although he regretted not being able to live in the same room with Xie Qingcheng, he had already recovered the treasure, so what was there to complain about now? So he happily stayed at the hotel next to him.
Xie Qingcheng also found this child cute. He Yu would come to his room every morning at eight o'clock, and he would not leave until the night shift doctor came to check the room. During the eight or nine hours in between, He Yu sometimes told him what had happened in the past two years, sometimes massaged his legs, feet and shoulders, and sometimes simply did nothing, just sat next to him and read a book and sent In a daze, the soft eyelashes hanging down look good.
He has matured a lot now, with broad shoulders and a calm temperament, but when he looked at Xie Qingcheng and smiled, his face still had the taste of youthful innocence when he was 19 years old.
Xie Qingcheng sometimes thinks that when he was 21 years old when he first saw He Yu, who was 8 years old, he would never have imagined that the two of them would come to this day.
Before He Yu came every morning, he would take a taxi and go to Chinatown in person first. Although the hospital's nutritious meals were good, they were not very suitable for Xie Qingcheng's taste.
There is a restaurant in Chinatown that sells the most abundant breakfast, ranging from Cantonese morning tea to Northwest noodles. It's just that the store's star product, crystal shrimp dumplings, is limited daily, and only 20 baskets are steamed, while stocks last.
Xie Qingcheng didn't know, just because he casually boasted that the taste was good when he ate it for the first time, He Yu got up an hour earlier every day, and when it was dawn, he got into the car and waited at the door of the store.
"I brought you a lot of delicious food today."
In the old days, as soon as the ward was opened for visits, He Yu walked in with a big paper bag in hand.
Breakfast in the ward has been distributed, cereal, fruit, yogurt, bread, and even a small can of hazelnut-flavored ice cream, but Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu would be coming, so he didn't have a bite.
If he ate breakfast in the hospital, although He Yu wouldn't say anything, the two small fan-like eyelashes drooped down, and he felt a little disappointed when he didn't speak, which would make him unbearable.
What's more, the meals brought by He Yu were more suitable for his stomach.
He Yu moved the small bed table in the ward and opened the boxes of breakfast packaged one by one. The warm and rich aroma of food immediately filled this sunny single suite.
The shop's signature shrimp dumplings are placed in the middle. The crisp powder dumpling skin that can be broken is wrapped with three plump and fresh shrimps. In addition, the chef also mixed pork filling and chopped the tender tips of spring bamboo shoots. The translucent skin is wrapped with a pale pink filling, and when you bite down, the lard inside is overflowing between your teeth, but you will not get tired of your mouth.
The sweetness of the bamboo shoot tips, the firmness and elasticity of the shrimp, and the finely chopped fresh meat create a fresh and fragrant taste in this exquisite world.
Xie Qingcheng is not a very materialistic person, and his requirements for ingredients are not high, but he still couldn't help eating three or five.
He didn't know if it was because of He Yu's arrival that his appetite had improved. For him, food was no longer a nutrient that must be supplemented such as carbohydrates and vitamins, but finally became a part of his life again.
With fragrance, taste, and color.
"Don't be picky eaters." He Yu laughed when he saw that he only ate the shrimp dumplings, and gave him a fried bun in the throat, "Come and try this."
Throat Fried is the kind of small raw pan fried one by one, each of which is only the size of a thumb. This shop makes buns with live noodles and fermented skins, which are fried in a hot pan to fully absorb the soup of the meat filling, and the bottom is covered with buns. Fried until crispy and golden brown, sprinkled with green onions on top, and poured with sour and rich Zhenjiang old mature vinegar. When eating it, the aroma overlaps and traps in the mouth, which is a flavor that Xie Qingcheng has not tasted for a long time.
"The canteen of Shanghai Medical Department sells this kind of live noodles in the morning." He Yu said, "I didn't expect it to be available in Chinatown."
Xie Qingcheng said, "It's been troublesome."
He pushed the second shrimp dumplings to He Yu: "You can eat some too."
He didn't eat it, just kidding. There were 20 baskets of things in total. He asked for 5 baskets all at once, so he almost didn't break his leg when the old Chinese man behind him picked up his crutches.
"I don't want it, I want something sweet." He Yu said, and took the small can of hazelnut ice cream from the neglected hospital plate.
Xie Qingcheng frowned. Even if he had such a relationship with He Yu, he was still used to saying to the young man in the tone of an elder, "You can't eat ice in the morning."
The ice cream was taken away by Xie Qingcheng without hesitation, and replaced by the handed tissue, Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.
"In the past two years, your breakfast will not always be like this."
"No."
In fact, at that time, he didn't pay attention to anything in the morning, a cup of ginger tea, a cookie, and he didn't even want to make a fire.
Xie Qingcheng seemed to see through him: "I can't do this again in the future."
He Yu smiled: "Then you can go back and make me little wontons in chicken soup every day, okay?"
Xie Qingcheng said without hesitation, "Okay."
He Yu's heart warmed, and he said, "Then can you feed me?"
He was originally just a joke when he was in love, but Xie Qingcheng's eyelids drooped, and he directly picked up a crystal full of shrimp dumplings and handed it to his mouth.
"...You're twenty-five years old and still like a child. Open your mouth."
He Yu was stunned. He didn't expect that Xie Qingcheng would really give what he wanted. He didn't even hesitate for a second. Although he was still training him, it was because of him.
He Yu looked at him without blinking apricot eyes, and then opened his mouth to bite the shrimp dumpling.
"How is it? Did it get cold?"
He Yu let the tenderness and fragrance melt in his mouth, and his heart seemed to melt as well.
He looked at Dr. Xie obediently like a little beast back home, and then his snow-white teeth nibbled at the tip of the chopsticks that Xie Qingcheng had not had time to take back, like a small thing that had been fed. The back of the owner's hand is tame and friendly.
"It's hot," he said, looking at him with dark eyes. "It's hot."
After breakfast, Xie Qingcheng rested on the hospital bed for a while.
He Yu brought a laptop, and when he was taking a nap, he sat beside him typing and dealing with the management of the aesthetic education private hospital.
Xie Qingcheng occasionally turned his face to look at him, He Yu's eyes still looked like he was studying, but when he was working, he already showed a more distinct coldness and calmness than He Jiwei before.
Maybe He Yu has never been a fuel-efficient lamp. To outsiders, he is gentle, quiet, thoughtful, and not easy to approach at all. It's just that when facing himself, he is still a little devil, and he can show that kind of cleanliness that is almost naive. smile.
He Yu looked at half of the internal documents of the board of directors, noticed Xie Qingcheng's gaze, and raised his head suspiciously.
The eyes of the two met, and He Yu smiled and explained, "It will be better if I help them take a look at some projects."
Xie Qingcheng nodded: "That's good. You continue."
He Yu continued to work.
Xie Qingcheng turned his eyes to the window and stared at Liu Yun for a while.
He has been with He Yu these few days, and his little devil has become sensible, considerate, calm, and there is a kind of innocence and vitality in his eyebrows and eyes that he misses very much.
He Yu will talk to him about what happened in the past two years, linger in his room and refuse to leave, bring him breakfast, tell him jokes... In short, everything is fine.
However, Xie Qingcheng always felt that something was wrong.
He always felt that in addition to being a little more mature, He Yu seemed to have some changes that made him uncomfortable...
what is it then
What's wrong with...
Just looking at it like this, He Yu raised his head from the computer screen again, pursed his lower lip, and said uneasy: "Is there something on my face?"
"...No." Xie Qingcheng said, "Can you fetch me the book on the coffee table? I want to read it for a while."
He Yu put down the notebook and got up, but instead of helping Xie Qingcheng get the book, he sat on the edge of his hospital bed and kissed his forehead with a smile.
"Don't read it, is it okay to listen to the book? I'm worried that you are overusing your eyes."
The kiss was gentle, but it was fleeting, and the touch of his lips remained on his skin, and He Yu had already walked over to the table to get the Bluetooth headset.
Last night, He Yu downloaded a lot of listening software for him, and the categories in it were complete, ranging from online novels to classic storytelling.
Xie Qingcheng sighed: "My eyes are fine, the doctor has explained to you, don't worry too much."
When Xie Qingcheng was admitted to this private hospital for the first time, the therapist mentioned the high-tech prosthetic eye they developed and tested in a small area, but Xie Qingcheng was so heartbroken at that time that he didn't listen much.
Now that so many years have passed, this American hospital, which originally shares the same root with Mandela's organizational technology and is inextricably linked, has made further breakthroughs in the research and development of prosthetic eyes.
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"Just like your prosthetic leg, it's almost impossible to tell that it's man-made." The hospital also explained it to He Yu very carefully, introducing a lot of materials that He Yu couldn't understand. After a pause, he looked at Boss He, who had the highest education in high school, with a very pitiful look, and chose a simple statement, "In short, it is no different from his previous eyes, and it is not the kind that is only used for filling but has no practical effect. For ordinary products on the market, you can ask him for yourself. These prosthetic eyes are very good. We recommended them to him when he first came to the hospital. Look, he doesn’t even need to wear glasses now.”
He Yu really stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes for a while.
It was still those peach blossom eyes, completely imitated as before, still very beautiful, even a bit translucent glazed color.
The prosthetic eye transplant technology in the internal test has subtly reconstructed the bridge of vision. The partner of this hospital is a laboratory born out of Duan Cuizhen's teacher Mr. Zhou in Honolulu, but he took a completely different path from Duan Cuizhen's Mandela.
"But it's a test product anyway." He Yu flexed his knuckles, touched Xie Qingcheng's eyelid lightly, and whispered, "Although it seems to be fine now, there will be any problems later, no one can say no. Just be careful."
Therefore, he insisted that Xie Qingcheng listen to the book and not read it.
Xie Qingcheng was quite displeased with listening to the book—he was still an old-fashioned person, thinking like a father.
It is also a book of "The Nightingale Collection". When he reads it himself, he feels that he is studying. When he plays it on the mobile app, it will be different, and it will become a pastime.
Xie Qingcheng didn't like entertainment, so he finally took off his headphones unhappy, and simply closed his eyes and meditated.
He Ji was tired for him, put down his work, walked over and draped a dress over his shoulders. During the process, he looked at Xie Qingcheng's handsome face for a while, for a long time, about half a minute.
Xie Qingcheng thought that He Yu would bow his head and kiss him. It turned out that after more than half a minute, He Yu actually returned to the computer, opened the work group, and continued to communicate with colleagues!
"… "
As the shadow He Yu cast on him left, Xie Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes. He frowned slightly as he looked at the busy figure of the young man nearby.
He seemed to understand what was wrong with He Yu...