But after the night passed, when I opened my eyes, I still had to think about the future.
"future"-
If it is used as a composition topic, I don’t know how many ways to write it, and I keep filling in the content on the white manuscript called “Life”. Qi Jin found that she was often in a daze recently, and it was rare to have a few months of free time after running around for so many years.
He especially likes to watch Shen Yan in a daze.
Whether Shen Yan is working, cooking in the kitchen, or drying clothes on the balcony just like this moment... He has to stand by and stare at each other for a long time, in a trance.
"Let me come, I'll hang up."
Although he was inconvenient to use his hands, he couldn't shake the clothes off or put them on the hanger, but there was one thing that Qi Jin insisted on helping.
Shen Yan smiled lightly, handed over the clothes hanger that was already on her hand, attached the clothes, hung the clothes drying rod, and then let Qi Jin hang them on the clothes drying rack one by one. Others usually hang them on a first-come-first-served basis, and never pay attention to who owns the clothes, but Qi Jin must hang two people's clothes, one by one, one by one.
No particular reason.
Just because when he looked at their shirts side by side, swaying slightly in the wind, and the sleeve corners came together from time to time, he felt that this was exactly the "future" he wanted.
"Haha." Qi Jin smiled unconsciously.
In winter, the outdoor temperature is low, and I should have been shivering from the cold when I stayed on the balcony, but my heart was warm and full.
The two shirts were both white and were about the same size, but his own had a button missing from the neckline, and he could tell if he looked closely.
He watched for a while, and suddenly said to himself, "I can imagine myself becoming an old man, sitting here in the sun."
After saying that, he also pointed to the corner of the balcony, as if to describe the position of the chairs in the picture.
Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and she stopped what she was doing: "Why do you want to imagine yourself becoming an old man?"
At this moment, Qi Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, tilted her head in a contemplative manner, raised her chin after a "uh" and answered, "You know, when a person is happiest, he often has the feeling of 'wish for a night of white hair'. ' idea. I hope it can continue like this, until I get old, until I become an old man..."
It was too late to finish.
Qi Jin couldn't remember whether the clothes drying rod in her hand fell to the ground afterward. She only remembered the moment when Shen Yan slowly kissed her, her eyes that were about to be closed crossed the other person's outline, and she vaguely saw the wind blowing behind her. The shirt, and the sunlight passing through the shirt through a layer of fabric.
The clothes were half-dry and half-wet, and the slightly whitish light was like a lens being focused, sometimes real and sometimes false.
The light was flickering, and so were the shadows—the shadows of two shirts swept across the wall again and again.
Qi Jin suddenly thought - no wonder some people use the word "time" to describe time. Simply embracing under the light and shadow like this has already given the illusion of passing decades.
very nice. He slowly closed his eyes contentedly.
If there is a smell in the "future"... Could it be the fragrance of detergents that quietly disperses in the cold winter wind
However, before reaching the "future", it is more about facing the "now".
For Qiqin, the first thing to do is to settle the matter of buying a car. After all, the injury has recovered to seventy-seven-eighty-eighty-eight, and if he doesn't go back to work, let alone a promotion, it's very difficult to stay in the job.
If the car has not been obtained when he resumes work, then the long bus trip from Shen Yan's house to the TV station every day will be very hard.
As for Shen Yan... he also has one thing he can't let go of.
Everyone in the veterinary hospital knows that Dr. Shen Yanshen has worked for so many years, rarely asks for leave, and even often asks to substitute shifts or work overtime.
This year, Dr. Shen took an unprecedented three times of leave—because the number of leave requests was so few, the head nurse Ms. Pang could clearly recall the exact number of times. The first two times were less than a day, but the third time he used up all five days of annual leave in one go, and asked for two more days, a total of one week, which surprised everyone.
As soon as he asked, he found out that it was because his mother was going to have brain tumor surgery. If it is reasonable, the hospital will naturally approve it.
"It's just weird... Every time Dr. Shen asks for leave, he seems to see a reporter coming over."
When Shen Yan went to the office to sign the report, Ms. Pang babbled to Qi Jin who was smiling beside her, while giving Huaili the cute little boy who came to the hospital to sell her cute hair.
Qi Jin smiled but said nothing.
Ms. Pang was puzzled.
The day when Shen Yan asked for leave for the first time, she went back to the veterinary hospital in the middle of the day. Qi Jin, whom she had not seen for a long time, actually came with her. She still remembered that Qi Jin looked haggard and thin at that time. I heard that it was because of a car accident. worried for a while.
Shen Yan came back to work on the afternoon of her second leave of absence, and Qi Jin followed behind and greeted her in the corridor. By then she had already decided that they were neighbors.
Today, Qi Jin actually appeared with Dr. Shen's cat.
Maybe it was her delusion—the young reporter in front of her also appeared in this hospital from time to time after her interview assignment, and she had a very good relationship with Dr. Shen. For example, the kitten kept by Dr. Shen, in front of Qi Jin, like in front of Shen Yan, would stick to it softly, coquettishly and bark, and Qi Jin was very skilled at teasing it, not like it was only once or twice.
"It's more like living together than neighbors," she concluded.
"Haha." Qi Jin smiled softly, neither admitting nor denying it.
Ms. Pang muttered to herself for a long time, and finally felt that this idea lacked a realistic basis, so she left it behind after chatting with Qi Jin.
The two were chatting about the planned expansion of the hospital at the end of the year, when Shen Yan pushed open the door and came out with apology in her voice.
"I'm sorry, I have a lot of work to explain, so I was delayed in the office for a while."
"It's alright," Qi Jin smiled at him, "I can just chat with Sister Pang."
Before the big returner could come forward, the small returnee had already started to meow, and she raised her little brain between Ms. Pang's arms, her two furry ears stood up excitedly, and she kept using body language to face her. The man who sent out the "Hugging" signal.
Ms. Pang couldn't help but said, "Oh, Doctor Shen, look, you don't have to keep cats before. Once you do, cats will really like them."
- It's not just cats who like it.
Qi Jin didn't answer, just smiled and watched Ms. Pang hand the little guy over.
Shen Yan took the small return date with both hands, held it up to the position close to her collar, and gently rubbed the small piece of fur between the small return day's ears with her chin.
The little guy was comfortably served and quite satisfied with the status quo. He lazily fiddled with Shen Yan's shirt collar with his claws. The collar was slightly scratched, and a thin red rope could be seen running around his two collarbones. What passed through was not a pendant, but an ordinary button.
Xiao returned to discover such a new thing, and couldn't help scratching and scratching curiously.
It's a pity that this spirit of exploration was stopped silently by Shen Yan, who pinched its flesh pad and did not allow it to continue nonsense.
"Huh?" Ms. Pang pushed her reading glasses, and her curiosity was not inferior to that of her return. "Doctor Shen, why is your necklace pendant a button?"
I've seen anyone wearing gold and silver, but I've never seen one wearing a button.
Hearing her question, Shen Yan raised her head and saw Qi Jin standing on one side smiling with her eyebrows curled, with a look of interest on her face to hear how she answered, then lowered her eyes and said, "Well... It's just a button, but it has a very special meaning to me, so I wear it close to my body."
"Oh, I see."
Ms. Pang nodded in understanding. She really couldn't think of what a button could represent, but Qi Jin knew.
After Ms. Pang left, Qi Jin took a step closer with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and naturally reached out her hand to straighten Shen Yan's collar, her thumb inadvertently stroked the surface of the button, and stopped there for a moment.
Since Shen Yan took the button with him in this way, he often reached out to touch it subconsciously.
I don't know why there is a feeling of "exclusive" -
"Okay, we should go to the hospital."
After a long while, Qi Jin slowly released his hand, rubbed a small amount of time to return, and reminded him with a smile.
The preliminaries of the male characters of "Zhutian Ling" have all ended last week, and this week it is the turn of the female characters. Before the final came, he and Shen Yan could just find time to deal with real life.
The operation time is set five days after the diagnosis report comes out.
During Shen Yan's vacation, he prepared three meals a day at home every morning and took him to the hospital. While taking care of the woman, the dialogue between them was slowly advancing. Although Qi Jin accompanies Shen Yan to the hospital every day, when he arrives at the door of the ward, he always gives up his seat and sends Shen Yan in alone, so that the woman can be alone with her son for a while.
When Shen Yan was talking inside, he automatically found a seat outside and sat down, and used his mobile phone to browse the website of a nearby car dealer.
In the past, in addition to work, it was work, and my private life was blank, and I could fill in the two-dimensional gossip page by page. And now, if I have time, I spend almost all of it on the three-dimensional, especially these days, I have been calling the bank almost every day to consult with my colleagues and friends who have bought a car, and I want to implement a series of procedures for the car as soon as possible.
In addition, ending the contract by yourself and moving out of the apartment also takes time to slowly pack up.
As for Bronze Sparrow Terrace, Jade Butterfly, Conspiracy and Conspiracy... I really don't care about that kung fu.
Near noon, people in the hospital building came and went more diligently. Some came in from outside to deliver meals, and some went out to eat together.
Qi Jin talked with the car dealer for an hour or two, and her voice became hoarse, so she leaned against the wall to rest tiredly, but her eyes were not idle. Occupational disease made him like to observe the people around him, as if everyone's actions and expressions can be automatically organized into a press release in his mind, allowing him to speak to the audience in front of the microphone.
His eyes didn't have a particular target to chase, but he would always subconsciously pay attention to the couples passing by in the corridor.
There is a young couple, and I don't know who is the one in the hospital. They walk hand in hand and walk side by side. They can't wait to become a conjoined person. The man also boldly kissed the woman on the cheek. A look of affection and love, not caring about the sight of others.
There are also white-haired old couples, whose posture is not as close as the younger generation, but they also support each other steadily. The old lady's legs and feet didn't seem to be very good, and she walked staggeringly. The old man said "the weather is good today, let's eat outside", but he didn't see any urging, and walked with his wife patiently.
but…
Next to the boy were all the little girls.
Next to the old gentleman are all old ladies.
Seeing them pass by, Qi Jin smiled lightly knowingly, but after laughing, she lowered her head and stared at her pair of knees and began to be in a daze again.
"Qi Jin."
"Ah," he suddenly regained his senses, found Shen Yan standing behind him, and quickly got up from his seat with a smile, "Have you finished chatting with Auntie? How is it, is it going well today?"
Shen Yan didn't nod or shake her head, just stared at him silently for a while. After a long time, he sighed in a low voice: "Actually, you don't have to sit outside every day, it's okay to come in together."
Qi Jin was stunned for a while, and her eyes shifted involuntarily: "Ah... I'm inside, auntie may be inconvenient to talk about some things. Besides, when you discuss things in your own family, how can these contents be considered personal privacy, I am an outsider. It's always wrong to be there..."
Shen Yan interrupted him gently: "I never regarded you as an outsider."
Qi Jin's expression was slightly shocked, and she couldn't help but feel a hint of sweetness in her heart, but she thought that they were in a public place like a hospital, and it was not easy to show it too clearly, so she quietly stretched out her right index finger and scratched it in Shen Yan's left palm. , with a gentle smile.
"I know."
If possible, he would like to say this sentence, but unfortunately it can't be done because of people coming and going.
"But auntie doesn't necessarily think so. Anyway, I've only known her for a few days... I've never been with you at the same time. Will she feel embarrassed?"
"Actually, she wants to invite you over for dinner today." Shen Yan's words were unexpected.
"Hey?"
Qi Jin couldn't react for a while.
To be honest, this invitation was unexpected and reasonable. After all, he was the matchmaker, and the woman owed him a big favor. It was understandable to invite him to dinner—it was just that he was not mentally prepared.
"is this okay?"
Maybe he didn't even notice it, but the uneasiness in his words can be fully reflected in the movement of his hands.
"What are you worried about?" Shen Yan suddenly grabbed his left hand and firmly grasped his right hand. Qi Jin didn't answer his question directly, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and finally shook his head gently, his lowered eyes raised again, and smiled at Shen Yan as gently as usual, unable to see that there was anything wrong. any difference.
"Then let's go, don't make Auntie wait too long."
While talking, he still pulled his hand back, patted Shen Yan on the shoulder affectionately, and took the lead to turn around and walk towards the ward. Shen Yan was stunned for a moment and followed silently.
The woman's complexion was much better than when she first met, not as dull as before.
Seeing the person who enlightened her walk in, her eyes were still a little dodged, but Qi Jin kept smiling politely, patiently waiting until she slowly raised her head to look at him, and then she said hello: "Hello, Auntie. "
The woman nodded slowly, her smile a little weak, but she did not forget to beckon him to sit down and talk.
Qi Qi thanked him and sat down on a stool beside the bed.
"How is the preparation for Auntie's surgery?"
"It's not bad… "
"This is one of the hospitals with the best conditions and technology in the province. Auntie doesn't need to think too much, just accept the treatment with optimism."
"Ok… "
"It's cold now, I might catch a cold when I walk outside, but I can walk inside the building properly. It's better for people to move their muscles and muscles more than lying on a hospital bed, and it's much easier to adjust their mentality. I used to be like this when I was hospitalized, wait a moment. After dinner, can I accompany you to go out for a walk?"
"Thank you so much..."
The woman didn't say much, but the leading topic was Qi Jin, a reporter's strength, and the conversation went well.
Qi Jin didn't ask about the progress between her and Shen Yan at all, but only asked about her current physical condition. She also told her some relevant information about the operation that she had found, and gave her some encouragement. The woman basically just listened silently throughout the whole process, responding with a few words from time to time, while Shen Yan sat against the wall, quietly listening to their exchange while taking out today's food.
"Shen Yan is really lucky to have a friend like you."
The woman suddenly sighed softly, filled with emotion.
Qi Jin's face changed slightly, her expression froze for two or three seconds as if the picture was frozen, then she turned her head subconsciously and glanced at Shen Yan.
Shen Yan had already raised her head when she heard this sentence, and was about to say something, but she was stunned because of Qi Jin's eyes. Qi Jin's eyes blinked in a slow motion, and when he blinked a second time, the shaking inside was quickly cleaned up, his eyes were withdrawn, and he turned to smile at the woman again.
"Should be," he said. Although the answer came late, the tone remained natural—there was no trace of panic at all.
As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of the woman's hand. This is a typical reassuring gesture.
Shen Yan called the woman softly at this time.
"Mom, Qi Qi he..."
"Is it time to eat? Come, let me help set the table." Before he could finish speaking, Qi Jin's movement of standing up from his seat interrupted him.
When Qi Jin turned around this time, it was the usual Qi Jin who was polite and calm, smiling as always.
Shen Yan didn't know what to say for a while. Seeing that he didn't respond, Qi Jin took the initiative to take the big box and the small box in his hand, and invited the woman to sit at the table, and put the tableware and chopsticks in place. Shen Yan didn't say a word and watched Qi Wei busy with her work, her brows slightly furrowed, but she couldn't find the right time to return to the topic just now.
In a short while, the preparation work is completed.
"Okay, let's eat," Qi Wei smiled, actively enlivening the atmosphere, "I'm really hungry."
The women sit down.
Qi Jin sat down opposite her, but Shen Yan sat next to him naturally. Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, and pushed him secretly, motioning him to sit over and foster a parent-child atmosphere with the woman, but he shook his head—even suddenly grabbed Qi Jin's hand under the table.