In Xiacheng in June, the rainy season is coming.
Under the dark sky, the pattering rain is like a huge loom, the raindrops are weaving, and soon, the dry ground is weaved wet.
On the wet ground, the wheels of the flat car slid quickly, splashing a string of water droplets, accompanied by the anxious shouts of the patient's family members and doctors.
Mu Wan held an umbrella and carried a box of hot porridge. The heat in the porridge radiated through the box, dispelling the gloomy coldness in the busy hospital hall.
"I'm here, what floor are you on?" Mu Wan put away her umbrella and walked across the crowd towards the elevator.
On the phone, Lin Wei said the number of floors and the number of the ward, and Mu Wan responded to them one by one. She looked up and saw that the elevator had just gone up to the 12th floor, and it would take some time before it came down.
The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and car accidents are prone to occur in rainy days. On the newly pushed flat car, there are many traumatized patients, all covered in blood.
The patient's groans of pain, the cries of their family members, and the voices of doctors and nurses were all mixed together, and a lively and desolate scene rang out in the hall.
Lin Wei was still talking, Mu Wan responded softly, followed a patient into the noisy and busy large ward next to her.
This ward is very big, the thick iron door is open, and there are people coming and going inside, and a few touches of white shuttle through it, like shooting stars in the sky.
Mu Wan took a few glances, and the oppressive feeling inside made her a little uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and was about to continue waiting for the elevator. The moment he retracted, his eyes froze in a certain direction.
In the chaotic ward, there was an exceptionally quiet place where two bandaged men and women stood in front of a hospital bed. Lying on the hospital bed was a boy covered in blood. The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his face was ashen, and he was lifeless.
A doctor and a nurse stood on the other side of the hospital bed. The two did not treat the boy. The nurse lowered her head slightly, her eyes were a little red. The male doctor beside her bent slightly and held the boy's hand mixed with blood and mud.
This doctor's appearance is very eye-catching, with high arched eyebrows, clear eyes, straight nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, like bamboo leaves washed by rain, hidden in the dense bamboo forest, yet leafy. The leaves are distinct, delicate and clear. There is a detached aura about him, like the focus of the chaos, and like a distant mountain independent of the chaos, untouched by dust, proud and lonely.
He held the boy's hand, and the cuff of the white coat was stained with blood, which gradually faded away. He didn't care, his slender fingers wrapped the boy's hand, his brows and eyes were lowered, and his expression was calm.
The feeling of depression just now eased slightly, Mu Wan blinked her eyelashes, and remembered a scene.
A few years ago, in the waiting room of a train station, a passenger died suddenly. A monk was holding the passenger who died suddenly in this way, and was giving him relief.
There was no lack of death in the hospital, but when the doctor let go of the boy's hand and put the white cloth on top of the boy's head, and the men and women beside him cried out mournfully, Mu Wan felt a chill in his heart.
At the same time, the doctor seemed to notice her gaze, and looked up.
The eyes were calm and deep, and they swept lightly, like a gust of bamboo forest wind sweeping across the heart, Mu Wan was slightly startled, and looked away.
The elevator dinged and reached the first floor. Mu Wan looked up and scanned the word "emergency room" above the ward, and asked Lin Wei a question.
"Do you have an emergency room upstairs?"
"What emergency room? What building are you in?"
"Enter the building directly opposite the hospital gate."
"That's the emergency building! I'm in the inpatient department!"
"..."
When they arrived at Lin Wei's ward, Mu Wan put away the umbrella and put it aside. Lin Wei had already rolled out the small dining table and waited for dinner. She had just had her appendix cut two days ago, so she could only eat liquid food. When Mu Wan was still filming in other places, she howled that the porridge in the hospital was unpalatable. Mu Wan returned to Xia City after filming, put down her luggage and went to Xu Ji Congee Shop to buy porridge and came to see her.
"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Mu Wan arranged the bowls and chopsticks for Lin Wei, pulled up a chair and sat down.
She just came back from Wencheng, it didn't rain in Wencheng, and it was quite hot, so she only wore a black T-shirt and white shorts. When sitting down, the long legs are crossed, and the posture is relaxed and lazy.
Mu Wan is a young 18th-line actor, with a very delicate appearance, a palm-sized oval face, a tall and beautiful nose bridge, bright red lips, a small chin, and a pair of big black and clear eyes, charming but not charming. She is 1.7 meters tall, with long legs and slender waist, breasts and buttocks, thin but not thick, skinny and well-proportioned, and her figure is extremely perfect.
She has a wild look, with a sense of glamour, like a Hong Kong actress in the 1980s. And this kind of gorgeous, noble and unconventional, reveals the high-level of the mountains.
"As long as you don't tear the wound, it won't hurt." Lin Wei ate the porridge, her mouth still a little hot. After eating, she glanced at Mu Wan, who was looking at the window, wondering what she was thinking.
"What are you thinking?" Lin Wei waved the spoon in front of Mu Wan's eyes.
The rain outside the window had lightened, and heavy raindrops rolled down the window sill, rolling across the glass window, leaving a meandering water trail, like doctors coming and going in the emergency room.
"While waiting for the elevator just now, I saw a doctor who seemed to be treating a dead little boy." Mu Wan came back to her senses, and told Lin Wei about seeing the male doctor in the emergency room.
Doctors are for saving people, and they want to bring people back to life, but they are for the dead. The connection between these two words is very contradictory. However, Lin Wei was not surprised. Her eyes lit up and she asked Mu Wan, "Is Dr. Liu handsome?"
"You know him, he's really handsome." Mu Wan smiled, recalling the male doctor's face at that time, it was very plain, but the memory was deep, especially the look he gave her when he looked up.
"Dr. Liu Qianxiu of the surgery department, nicknamed Liu Daochang, is the emotional sustenance of all the female groups in Tanger Hospital." Lin Wei was sent to the emergency department by colleagues in the studio a few days ago, and it was Liu Qianxiu who treated her.
At that time, the pain was excruciating, but with a glance at Wannian, after the operation, she took the nurse's little hand and asked all about it.
Liu Daochang's nickname is quite distinctive. Mu Wanhou leaned back in his chair and asked, "Why did you choose such a nickname?"
"He is a believer in Taoism. It is said that he takes four days off every month to go to a certain Taoist temple for meditation. If there are patients in the emergency room who have not been rescued, he will give them relief. But he is very cold-tempered, almost There is no connection with others, as if there is no emotion, like a fairy."
Hearing this, Mu Wan's impression of Liu Qianxiu became real. No wonder he felt that he had an air of independence from the world, and he turned out to be a religious believer.
"All Taoists are like this. They are pure-hearted, ascetic, and single-minded in cultivation, so that they can attain Taoism and become immortals." At this point, Mu Wan didn't talk further, after all, it's not good to talk about others behind their backs. She had a good impression of Liu Qianxiu, and felt that his whole body seemed to have been washed, so clean. Moreover, as a doctor, he rescued the patients, and as a monk, he would save the dead patients. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he could give comfort and peace of mind to the family members of the deceased.
"But the name Liu Qianxiu is familiar?" Mu Wan looked at Lin Wei and said.
"The head of the Liu family among the Four Young Masters of Xiacheng is called Liu Qianxiu." Lin Wei was always well-informed, she scooped up the porridge with a spoon, and said, "But it should be the same name, the Liu family has a lot of things to do every day, so how could they come to the hospital to be a doctor. How much does a doctor earn?"
"Maybe they don't need money, so they come to treat diseases and save people in pursuit of spiritual salvation?" After Mu Wan finished speaking, Lin Wei tilted her head and rolled her eyes and gave her a look for her to understand, and Mu Wan smiled.
Accompanying Lin Wei in the hospital until the rain stopped, Mu Wan took an umbrella out of the inpatient building. It has been raining for two days today, soaking up the warm humidity. As soon as I went out, the cool wind blew after the rain, which brought some chills.
The sky had already cast some dark shadows, all the buildings in the hospital were brightly lit, and the accumulated water on the ground reflected the lights. Mu Wan stomped on it, found her car, opened the door and went up.
As soon as she got in the car, Mu Wan's phone rang a notification tone, and the screen illuminated the woman's face. After Mu Wan unlocked it, she saw a transfer notice, which was her salary for this movie.
At that time, Mu Wan chose to study at the Film Academy because filming can make money quickly. Even if she doesn't fight or grab, playing such a role with few roles is enough to support her.
She had no father since she was a child, and lived with her mother in Mu's house. Later, her mother passed away, and after graduating from high school, Mu Wan also moved out of Mu's house. Now she is really alone, inseparable from each other, signed to a small agency, playing a small role that is not noticed by others. If one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry.
In fact, this kind of life is quite good. There is not only the protagonist in a play, but the supporting role is the norm for most actors.
She is probably the most unambitious actor in the entertainment industry.
After thanking the company finance, Mu Wan put the phone aside and prepared to start the car. She stepped on the clutch, and before she pressed the ignition button, she heard the muffled sound of the window glass being knocked on.
There was a person standing outside the dark car window. The silhouette of the figure reflected on the car window was thin and tall, and his face could not be seen clearly. Mu Wan stopped the engine and opened the window.
The black car windows gradually fell down, like a drama gradually drew its curtain.
Outside the car window, the man had already taken off his white coat, as well as his refined and elite air, making him even more immortal. The shirt made of linen is spacious and comfortable, and he wears it very stylishly. He held a folded long umbrella in his hand. On the black umbrella handle, his fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints.
The sky was covered with a thin layer of black shadow, and under this layer of black shadow, his cold white skin seemed to be glowing. His appearance is more delicate when viewed close up than when viewed from a distance, especially those eyes.
It was dark and translucent, clear but bottomless, like a deep pool.
Seeing Mu Wan open the car window, his expression was still calm and peaceful, and he pointed to Mu Wan's car.
"Wait a minute, there's a cat under the car."
The sound is like a clear spring, deep and cool.
It's Daoist Liu.
While Liu Qianxiu was speaking, he had already walked behind the car, there was a rustling sound, Mu Wan put his wrist on the window frame, and squinted at the rearview mirror.
In the small rearview mirror, the man bent his slender legs and squatted halfway. He held a biscuit-shaped snack in his right hand. watercolor painting.
Staring under the tires of the rear car, Liu Qianxiu's voice was calm, and he called out in a gentle tone: "Come here."
In the narrow rearview mirror, a cat stepped out from under the car.
Mu Wan's eyes flickered.
This is a three-colored cat with a plump body, a round belly, and a gray body. As soon as it got out of the car, it raised its head and called out to Liu Qianxiu. His voice was soft, as if he knew him.
When the cat came out, Liu Qianxiu didn't hesitate, he bent down and stretched out his hand, hugging it in his arms.
The ground was full of stagnant water, and the cat's paws were full of mud. As soon as it reached his arms, it trampled his shirt dirty. He didn't seem to mind the plum-shaped mud prints on his flaxen shirt.
Lin Wei said that he hardly interacts with people, but treats kittens very affectionately. Mu Wan looked at Liu Qianxiu holding the cat, his figure was tall and straight, like the nine heavens looming in the fairy mist, with a sense of emptiness. At that moment, Mu Wan really felt as if he saw a fairy.
"Is this your cat?" Mu Wan put her elbows on the window frame and asked, looking up at one person and one cat.
Liu Qianxiu turned his head, and the three-colored cat in his arms also looked over. The woman in the car was as delicate as fire, and was smiling at him, with curved eyes and clear eyes.
"No, stray cat."
"I think it's very close to you." Mu Wan glanced at Sanhua, the pupils of the cat's eyes had turned black.
"Occasionally, I will feed it something." Liu Qianxiu said.
The conversation between the two is simple, she asks a question, he answers a question, that's all, nothing more.
It really is as light as a chrysanthemum.
"You like cats?" Mu Wan smiled slightly.
"Yeah." Another simple answer.
After waiting for an answer, Mu Wan slightly shrugged her shoulders, her small face wrinkled into a ball with a smile.
"Meow~"
With a shallow sound, the voice was not too loud, the woman's sweetness and laughter mixed together, like marshmallows wrapped in chocolate sauce, soft and charming.
Disturbed by her cry, Sanhua moved her ears and opened her eyes to look over. And the man behind it raised his eyelashes slightly, looking into her eyes, silent and vast.
The author has something to say: Mu Kitty: Feed me something and I'll kiss you too.
Daochang Liu: Do you want lollipops