Shen Yan woke up because he felt a small furry claw on his chest was scratching him.
When I opened my eyes, I happened to meet the face of the little guy who was full of energy after he was full of sleep, and meowed at him softly. Probably slept soundly and had a good appetite, and now I am hungry and want to eat.
Shen Yan smiled slightly, reached out and gently stroked the small piece of fur between the cat's ears.
The little guy was served very comfortably, and he hunched over and stretched in front of his chest. With such a movement, a rustling sound of paper at close range caught his attention, and only then did he realize that there were a few pieces of paper under the cat's paws.
If you look closely, there are words written on the paper.
Nothing like this existed before I took a nap. Shen Yan was stunned for a moment. He first lifted the cat carefully, and then pulled out the crumpled pieces of paper from under its paws.
When these pieces of paper were taken out, the order had been disrupted, and before I even started to read the contents, my eyes suddenly fell on the signature at the back—
Qi Jin
As if he had just woken up from a dream, he suddenly got up from the sofa, rolled up the kitten with a blanket and was about to hurriedly walk out, but his foot accidentally hit something next to the sofa. Crooked to the ground.
Looking down, it turned out to be a silver gift bag with a delicately packaged mooncake gift box inside.
Just staring at the gift box, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and the head nurse Ms. Pang's loud voice arrived before anyone could say, "Doctor Shen! A new patient came to the outpatient clinic downstairs, a golden retriever. It seems to be indigestion, go and have a look."
"Okay." Shen Yan returned to her senses, agreed and then turned to ask her, "Just now... did the reporter from the provincial TV station come?"
"Yeah," Ms. Pang nodded, looking surprised, "I told him you were resting here, and he came up by himself. What? You didn't meet? He said he was here to bring you something, and I saw him come up. It didn't take long for the building to come down, and I thought you two had finished talking!"
"So, the other person has left?"
"It's been a while." Ms. Pang recalled for a moment and told him that Qi Jin had been gone for about half an hour.
Now that he has left, there is no need to chase after him.
Shen Yan looked down at the paper in her hands, let out a long sigh, and asked Ms. Pang to go downstairs to prepare: "I see. You ask the nurse to do a basic check on the dog first, and I'll be here in ten minutes. "
The little guy in his arms was very hungry, and his two paws kept scratching him, pitiful.
Shen Yan took the cat food and put it in a disc to let it eat slowly, while she moved a chair where the cat was eating and carefully read the few pieces of paper Qi Jin left behind.
The content on the paper, just like the person who wrote it, was polite and courteous.
At the beginning, he mentioned the paw print card he sent, expressing his joy and gratitude very sincerely.
In the middle, I wrote two paragraphs of audience feedback from the TV station, the effect of the news, and the media’s comments. I hope that more hospitals will follow this move in the future, and help the abused small animals, etc. related to official business.
Then, what I said from a personal standpoint:
"Although the little guys have all successfully found their new nests, I should be happy about it, but I feel a little reluctant to not be able to read the diaries about them in the future. I think this kind of email exchange is more than work. It’s an experience of sharing love and sharing joy.”
They exchanged e-mails for so long, and for the first time, Qi Jin confessed her true feelings.
Then it's about him.
"The first time I heard about you from the Animal Rescue Association, I had the idea of getting to know you, and I am very fortunate to be able to successfully cooperate with you. According to your wishes, the news reports broadcasted to the outside world did not mention you personally. For related information, many people don't know how much time and energy you put into this, but I know. Whether it's in the diary or the actual treatment, I can see that you are a doctor with medical ethics, kind-hearted, and meticulous. Doctor. Thank you, and, nice to meet you."
Qi Jin seldom said words with such obvious personal feelings.
However, at the end, the usual tone was restored—
"I wish you good health, smooth work and a happy family in the future. Also, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and hope you like that box of mooncakes. ^_^"
The place where the signature is signed is a cat paw print with a pen, and the name "Qi Jin" is signed in the paw print, marked with the date, and finished.
The word "goodbye" is not mentioned throughout.
But at the end of the day, that seems to be what he meant. Because he left no room for anyone to reply.
Shen Yan stared at the hand-painted cat paw print, then silently folded the sheets of paper and put them in her breast pocket.
The kitten on the ground was still gulps of cat food without any heart.
If, as before, he remained silent... this matter could end there.
If he is silent.
Qi Jin went back to the unit in silence. The time was just right. There were ten minutes left in the lunch break, which was enough for him to buy some food at the nearby supermarket to fill his stomach.
My colleague reminded me quite rightly. After running outside for more than two hours, the autumn wind was cold and my fingers were frozen.
However, my heart was happy, and there was a sense of relief.
Obviously he showed his emotions on his face, because as soon as he stepped into the office, the colleague who met him asked, "Qi Jin, did something good happen?"
He returned to his seat with a slight smile, opened the swivel chair, and asked curiously, "Why do you ask that?"
"Because you were listless when you went to work in the morning, but now you look relaxed." Those who engage in news are somewhat observant.
"Yeah," Qi Jin sat back in her seat and said lightly, "Because I made a conclusion."
"Finished?" The colleague's expression at this time seemed to be solving an advanced math problem.
"You said, should a good man be with a good woman?" Qi Jin didn't answer his question directly, but suddenly said a word without beginning or end.
The colleague blinked his eyes twice, and gave a positive answer smoothly: "That's right."
Qi Jin smiled, keeping her eyes on the work documents on the table, and continued to say calmly as if she were talking at home: "So the decision I made is not wrong."
In this almost cruel society, the last word is the last word.
It's not like he doesn't even understand the truth.
"Qi Jin." The colleague suddenly gasped, eyes wide open. Judging from his expression, he seemed to have taken the first step in solving the advanced mathematics problem, although it was in the wrong direction, "Are you... Are you involved in an extramarital affair? Get a married woman?"
Although the voices of colleagues have been suppressed to the lowest level, there are still people whose ears are sharp enough to hear.
Yes, such as Mr. Turtle Sunzi, who eats by ears.
"Yo! Qi Jin, I really can't see it, you actually have a married woman?" Mr. Turtle Sunzi seemed to be emerging from the ground, his face full of excitement.
Qi Jin began to seriously think about whether he was actually a descendant of Tu Xingsun.
Whose descendants were he did not know, but he knew Mr. Turtle's loudspeaker voice. As soon as he shouted, the words just now were successfully spread throughout the office.
There was silence in the office for a moment, and the collective pricked up their ears to listen to the following.
"Cough cough." Realizing that he might have inadvertently caused a catastrophe, his colleagues had to temporarily activate the play-dead mode.
"Look at you, you are young and promising, with a bright future, why did you do such a thing? Alas~ it seems that I have to remind married ladies to be more careful with you." Mr. Turtle Sunzi must be a good helper in the kitchen, Because he adds fuel to the fire, his ability to fan the flames should not be underestimated.
Qi Jin turned the seat to save face and smiled at him: "Don't worry, even if I really go to have a married woman, Mrs. Sun will be very safe."
Mr. Turtle Sunzi's wife has been to the unit several times.
Husband and wife portrait.
Qi Jin has always been amazed at this couple who are so consistent from the outside to the inside. With such a good match, such a combination of Qin, Se and Ming, Qi Qi will not do things like dismantling them, which are not conducive to social security and national development.
Mr. Turtle Sunzi has been defeated repeatedly, even forgetting the reward for Yizhanghong, and rushed out of the door angrily.
Thanks to Mr. Gui Sunzi for providing the slot, Qi Qin was refreshed after complaining, and felt that his condition had improved, so the interview in the afternoon went well.
With all her strength, Qi Jin planned to use this energy to plan the Mid-Autumn Festival special at night.
If everything goes according to plan, I might be able to take a half-day off during the Mid-Autumn Festival, listen to dramas, record and so on.
After six o'clock in the early night, the TV station building was brightly lit and bright, especially the several offices of the news channel were particularly conspicuous. In order to sympathize with them for their hard work overtime, the director was willing to bleed a lot and order takeout to reward those who would continue to stay in the unit at night. Qi Jin took the opportunity to have a good meal, 100% satisfied.
Take a step back.
Since he made up his mind, not only did he feel relaxed, but his work gradually got on the right track.
Qi Jin ate the lunch box that the director invited guests with peace of mind, made a cup of coffee, and threw himself into the usual work state. Occasionally, when his eyes meet the envelope with a small sharp corner in the file shelf, even if he still pauses for a while, as long as his eyes don't stop, it should be fine.
He temporarily concentrates on the computer screen and concentrates on all kinds of official emails.
Suddenly, the number of unread emails refreshed to "1", and a new email came.
Qi Jin habitually went to the inbox, but the moment she saw the subject of the new email, her breath froze for a while.
— "About the diary".
Short and clear, you can tell what is being written and who wrote it at a glance.
Qi Jin felt that there was less sugar in the coffee, and the taste was too bitter. He lifted his head and drank in one breath, and the astringent and strong taste penetrated into his nose and throat, making him unable to speak for a short time.
Even if he drinks ten more cups of coffee, no one will open this email for him.
Realizing this, he finally put down the cup resignedly, tapped his index finger lightly, and let the mouse click on the title.
This email is very short.
The full text has only one sentence and one signature.
"If you want to read it, I will continue to write. - Shen Yan."
Twelve words are reflected in the eyes, and the eyes do not blink.
The edge of the font was as sharp as a knife blade, which gave him the illusion of a sharp pain in the process of looking at it.
"Huh..." He heard himself a hard gasp, his throat seemed to be finally opened, and breathing could continue.
In this narrow single-person cubicle, no matter how suppressed I was, the very harsh breathing sound of an injured patient in the intensive care unit was still beating on the eardrum. There seemed to be no more air in his chest, and it was as sad as suffocation.
I do not want to see.
Don't write.
Would love to reply with the same short words.
But the finger has closed the email under the circumstance of being overwhelmed, returned to the inbox page, and quickly ticked in front of the email, and moved the mouse to the "Delete" button.
Probably the effect of the caffeine came up, and the right hand began to tremble slightly, so I couldn't get the strength to go down.
Only twelve words.
Only twelve words ruined the mood that I had managed to clean up.
He maintained this position for a long time, until his arms started to sore, and he still couldn't execute the delete command.
The work is only half done.
Miscellaneous things are still piled up like a mountain.
Qi Jin closed her eyes tightly, lowered her head and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she created a new folder in her mailbox, named it "To Be Deleted", and moved the email directly into it. The moment the four-word title disappeared from the mailing list, he smiled wryly as if to deceive himself, trying to regain a little sense of relief that had been washed away to pieces.
At this time, a colleague in the same interview group, nicknamed "Fat Dahai", happened to be hiccupping and bypassed his desk.
Qi Jin remembered that he seemed to be going out of town during the Mid-Autumn Festival. When he received the above notice a few days ago, he was crying and complaining that he couldn't accompany his wife and children during the festival. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he hurriedly called out: "Dai Hai! I'm going to K City for a business trip in two days, so I can't go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"
"Yeah, this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is a waste." Fat Dahai still looked sad.
"Then... I'll go there for you, okay?" Qi Jin took the initiative to ask Ying.
"Are you serious?" Fat Dahai let out a surprised cry as expected, but his jubilant expression gradually faded back, "Uh... Although I am very grateful for your kindness, it is not impossible for you to do so yourself. Have you stayed for the holidays? I think it's fine."
"It's alright, I live alone here, and I don't go back to my hometown, and I'm used to traveling." Qi Jin smiled lightly.
"Are you sure?" Fat Dahai scratched his head in shame. He really hopes to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family.
"Well, sure." Qi Jin lowered her eyes and made her expression as natural as possible. Since he had said everything for this sake, Fat Dahai was of course willing to accept it, and he kept thanking him, claiming that the next time Qi Jin did not want to go on a business trip, he could be his replacement.
In fact, it doesn't matter if I go on business or not, I just don't want to stay here.
I had promised to reply to emails within 24 hours. But this time, he has decided not to reply.
Although the possibility is very small, he is afraid that the person will suddenly call or suddenly appear in the unit. Even, maybe in a certain place in the city, at a certain time, I accidentally ran into it.
So, it's better to disappear for a while.
Qi Jin stared at the screen in a trance, and the square characters in the document on the computer became a little blurry. Like water seeps.
He reached out and touched his forehead.
The fever has subsided, and all that remains is a dull, dull pain.