One of the definitions of the so-called "old friend" is: chatting and chatting will forget the time.
After saying goodbye to the last girl on YY, Qi Jin glanced at the lower right corner of the screen, and before she knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening. Thinking that he would be able to compete with the Great God in real life in the future, he was still quite motivated.
Quitting all chat software, putting the headset aside, Qi Jin crept to the door of the study, for fear that she would disturb Shen Yan's rest.
The door of the study was closed, and a faint yellow light leaked from the crack of the door. It looks like he hasn't slept yet.
Qi Jin hesitated whether to go in or not, took a few steps, and finally couldn't help but knocked lightly on the door twice. Shen Yan seemed to be busy sitting in front of his own computer. The knock on the door interrupted the typing. He turned the seat and faced the door: "Please come in."
Pushing the door and entering, the area of the study room looks smaller than that of the bedroom, with two tall bookcases spanning across it, taking up the entire wall. There is also a desk and a matching seat in the rest of the place, so naturally there is not much space for the bed. The "small bed" in Shen Yan's mouth is really small, only a little wider than a normal sofa, it is difficult to turn over, and the bed layout is also very simple.
Simple enough to make Qi Jin feel uneasy about his conscience: "Or... let me sleep in the crib."
Shen Yan was stunned, probably guessing what he was thinking, and smiled: "Don't worry, I used to rest here occasionally, I'm used to it."
"But… "
"You are injured." Shen Yan made a final decision.
Injuries, this is enough to make Qi Jin feel at a loss.
He knew that he would definitely not be able to compete with Shen Yan, so he had to give up his persistence and walked over helplessly.
There was an open email on the computer screen, Qi Jin glanced at it briefly, as if it was work-related, because the content of the email used a lot of medical terms. Shen Yan followed his gaze back to the top, and explained: "In our hospital, after the recovered small animals are brought back by their owners, some cases may become unstable or even relapse. The owners often ask some follow-up questions, I'll help you with that."
I see.
Qi Jin thought to himself, he is really dedicated, and he can just let it go when he leaves the hospital.
That's why I was deeply fascinated by it - my thoughts jumped here, jumped up to the corner of my lips, and lifted it up. Qi Jin didn't speak, just smiled faintly and found a stool to sit beside him. That man's patient, focused look at work is what he likes the most.
"I'm almost finished writing this letter, wait a minute." Shen Yan's tone was apologetic.
"Don't worry, write slowly. I'll watch it by the side."
Qi Jin didn't mean to urge at all, and smiled as he finished writing, checking, and sending. However, after the mail was sent, the computer screen switched back to the homepage of the mailbox, and he suddenly saw that one of the folders in the list of folders on the left side was marked with an asterisk. And... the folder has the same name as itself.
- "Qi Jin".
His heart skipped a beat for an instant, followed by a thumping noise.
You can tell what's in there at a glance. It turned out that his previous replies were kept in this location.
Noticing where Qi Jin's gaze was staying, Shen Yan was slightly taken aback, she straightened her body uncomfortably, her expression cramped, and she looked for a posture that was not so sitting on pins and needles: "Those are... the emails you sent back to me before. I'm afraid. I missed it, so I concentrated and put it in there.”
Qi Jin's eyes were still staring at the folder for a long time.
He is a media professional, and his name has appeared in countless places, news, forums, commentary, production team... But he has never felt his weight so clearly like this one.
"Don't you think... there's one less in there?" His nose was a little sour, and he smiled a little reluctantly.
One less, the last one.
Hearing this, Shen Yan seemed to have realized something suddenly, raised her head to meet his gaze, and he looked straight back. Perhaps because of some moisture, the part of the eyes that refracted the light flickered slightly, like a lake with waves in the sun, calm but gorgeous.
"If you reply now, will you still accept it?" he asked.
He moved his knees slightly, touched Shen Yan's knees, and the two touched their knees. Like a very young and childish, child-like question.
Shen Yan looked at Qi Jin silently, never saying a word. After all, he has been waiting for this reply for nearly a month.
That kind of mood is like waiting for the last bus alone in a dark rainy night, with no lights and no watch. When he thought he had missed it, a bus with two headlights turned on from the rain curtain. The moment the world was illuminated, but because of disbelief, the footsteps were slow to step forward.
"Shen Yan," Qi Jin leaned forward slightly, her face lowered over the position where their knees were together, and asked again, "I want to reply, can you accept it?"
As far as the eyes can see, Shen Yan's knee moved a bit, staggering from him.
Not to leave, but to bring each other closer. At that moment, his shoulders were lightly clasped by a pair of hands, pulling him towards the warm chest in front of him, hugging him full. The lowered head just pressed against the man's chin, and he felt the man above gently rubbing against the strands of hair there.
"I said, if you want to read it, I will continue to write." Shen Yan's low voice went from top to bottom, straight down to the bottom of his heart, "If you want to reply, I will always... always keep it well. "
Qi Jin buried his head and smiled, and at the same time took a deep breath.
"Whatever I reply?"
"Whatever you reply."
"What if I say 'Dr. Shen, I already gave you 12 points' or 'Dr. Shen, you have passed the review' or something?" Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't see the other party's face and the other party couldn't see his own, he bit He smiled lowly with pursed lips.
Shen Yan's answer really stopped for a while.
It was replaced by the gradually tightening arms, which were not strong but firm, and even began to tremble slightly.
"These, you can reply later." Shen Yan's answer was beyond his imagination, and the level of seriousness was also. Just because he said he wanted him to wait, "Think about it carefully, and then reply - I will not put any pressure on you like waiting for your email, and wait patiently all the time."
However, at least Shen Yan didn't have to wait for that email.
Qi Jin opened her work mailbox, found the folder named "Undeleted", and moved out the mail.
In addition, a new folder named "Shen Yan" will move all the important emails from Shen Yan before. Then, he clicked on the last letter with only 12 words, and replied with only one word - "Okay".
One word is enough for this reply.
As for the other reply, I will think clearly according to what he said, and then think about how to answer.
After a month, it is amazing to be able to send a reply in the sender's own bedroom, while the person waiting for a reply is in the next room. Qi Jin took another look at the outbox and confirmed that the mail had been sent, feeling extremely comfortable.
"My reply has been sent!" He shouted in the direction of the study.
After a while, Shen Yan's response came: "I got it."
Qi Jin put down a huge rock in her heart, and felt that her whole body was relaxed. She couldn't calm down for a long time. She was about to stand up and go to the study, but she didn't expect Shen Yan to walk into the bedroom first. Holding a notebook like a diary in his hand, he went straight to Qi Jin, hesitated, and silently handed over the notebook.
"What is this?" Qi Wei asked curiously, looking down as she asked.
The title on the first page made him stunned for three seconds - "Recovery of Small Animals". This is almost the same as the title of the email he has received before.
Below the title is the date, which happened to be the day he received Shen Yan's last email.
Continue to scroll down, every day after that, there are records, all about some pets received in the hospital one after another, including cats and dogs, as long as Shen Yan takes over, he will register them, and describe them in detail according to the format of previous emails. They are meticulous and eloquent about their health.
So far, it has accumulated for almost a month, a thick stack of paper.
Qi Jin looked at the man in front of him in shock.
"You... so you have been... writing?"
"Well," Shen Yan nodded lightly and replied in a low voice, "Because I couldn't receive emails at the time, I thought at first that you were probably busy with work or delayed because of other things, so I wrote it with a pen first. Later... I couldn't stop writing and writing, I just waited for the day when I could record it on the computer and send it to you."
What if I was really ruthless and never replied to that email
Qi Jin didn't dare to think about it. If he thinks about it further, he will probably have to live with guilt for the rest of his life—
"You're so stupid." After a while, Qi Jin could only spit out three words, then sighed and smiled bitterly at the diary. The tone was the same as when he called himself stupid in front of the computer, but he only felt sorry for Shen Yan.
The party involved was as persistent as before, and said slowly, "I'm not stupid, haven't you already replied to me?"
Qi Jin had mixed feelings in her heart and had to try her best to restrain her turbulent feelings. She took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Well... I will read it carefully, and then I will give you a post-reading review like before."
At this time, Shen Yan took the diary gently from his hand and closed it.
"It's not now, now you need to rest. Get up tomorrow and see again." He reminded Qi Jin of the time, it turned out that it was almost eleven o'clock. Since he learned about Qi Jin's terrible work and rest habits, he made up his mind to urge the other party to go to bed earlier and adjust the biological clock back to a normal state.
"Shen Yan," Qi Jin suddenly stopped him, reaching out to touch the diary and grabbing his hand, "Can you read a passage to me? It's just a bedtime reading."
Shen Yan was stunned for a while, completely not expecting Qi Jin to make such a request.
The hand holding the diary was inadvertently released, and the book returned to Qi Jin's hand, together with his own.
"Do you remember, I used your first email as a news commentary?" Qi Jin didn't let go of any of them, took a step forward, and pulled the distance between the two to less than two feet.
"… Remember."
"You said at the time that my voice is very emotional." Recalling the old story, Qi Jin still remembered her hot ears at that time, and couldn't help but bow her head and smile, and continued, "However, I always feel that it will be more emotional to read it by myself. ."
Shen Yan stood motionless, and Qi Jin could see that his eyes began to soften.
So get closer. The diary touched his chest, his and Shen Yan's were connected not only by the temperature of his fingers, but also by his breathing in the orange light.
"Then, Lord Yan Beixiang, can I ask for your version?" Qi Jin raised her eyebrows and smiled.
The main light in the room was turned off, leaving only a floor lamp, emitting a clean but not too dazzling light.
Qi Jin lay quietly in the bed, smiling at the man sitting beside the bed.
The bed in the bedroom was much larger than the one in the study, and people felt extremely warm and comfortable lying on it, and more importantly—whether it was the pillow or the quilt, there was a smell of Shen Yan. What kind of smell is it? Qi Wei feels that even her years of experience in writing news can't find the right words to describe it. All in all, it is a smell that can make people sleep peacefully. Unique, exclusive to Shen Yan.
Even if it is just a psychological effect, he is confident that he will wake up naturally after falling asleep, and he will no longer suffer from intermittent and torment like before.
Shen Yan was not in a hurry to start, and even went to tuck him into the quilt carefully.
Qi Jin stuck out a hand from under the quilt, and gently rubbed his palm with his index finger. Shen Yan smiled helplessly, so she had to give up her plan to pick up the book and put it directly on her lap.
"Can we begin?" he asked, as humble and polite as before the play.
"Do you know how I'm feeling now?" Qi Jin didn't answer, but said something thoughtless. The smile on his face did not diminish, and he could not tell whether he was speaking seriously or joking.
"What's your mood?" Shen Yan asked in a low voice.
"I feel like I'm going to have an exclusive authorization plan." Qi Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, thoughtfully.
Yes.
Only he got the feeling that he didn't belong to anyone else....
Against the thin layer of brilliance, Qi Wei saw Shen Yan raise the corner of her lips and seemed to smile silently.
With that warm smile, he opened the diary and began to read the contents of the first page.
"September 16th, cage No. 6, a Labrador retriever, a two-month-old little guy. When he was sent to the hospital, he had been coughing for two consecutive days and had symptoms of retching. The owner said that the little guy had a low appetite these days. , and the digestion seems to be bad, the preliminary judgment may be the inflammation of the digestive tract caused by bacterial infection... "
Qi Jin listened silently, focusing on Shen Yan's face from beginning to end.
Seeing how he frowned when he read about a more serious condition.
When he talked about the mischievous side of the little animals, the pity and love in his eyes flowed.
Watching him read each word, his lips parted slightly, his expression fully absorbed in the seriousness of the story he was telling.
The sound that entered the ear was exactly the same as what Qi Jin had imagined.
Deep, honest, gentle, moisturizing and silent, buried deep but not publicized feelings - true feelings from the heart, without any falsehood.
"Shen Yan."
He suddenly called out the man's name softly beside the pillow.
The fingers that had been in the palm of the other's palm moved, making a mark that was neither deep nor shallow, and made a determination.
"Although... I really want an exclusive license from you, but it's selfish."
Qi Jin smiled, as if muttering to himself.
"Actually, what I really hope is that your voice will be heard by more people and moved by more people. Let me... One day, I can justifiably play with you."