Xun Yuming lay in the ward for three days, Zhuang Yi came to see him every morning and evening, bringing him some light porridge and side dishes along the way.
There are Chinese restaurants all over California, and the taste is not very good. Xun Yuming is alone in a foreign country, and he is secretly lucky to have someone to take care of him when he gets sick, so he won't be alone in the hospital, but he is not picky about his food.
He was grateful to Zhuang Yi in his heart, fearing to bother him and delay the class, he hurriedly left the hospital after hanging up the water.
"I only found out after I was discharged from the hospital that the Golden Bear had a big upset against the Red Tide that day." Xun Yuming sighed at the screen.
When they left, the situation was clear. The Crimson Tide had a huge lead in the first half, and everyone thought that the Golden Bears would lose. Unexpectedly, the Golden Bears were still hiding their ultimate move. They replaced their backup quarterback in the second half and suddenly pulled back the score. With only three minutes left before the end of the game, another goal of their team was judged to be valid by the referee, and in the end it was Hong Tide who lost.
Because the game was too exciting, the result was unexpected. Those who thought the Golden Bears would lose and didn't go to watch the game regretted it. This game was later dubbed "the missed battle of the century".
"Zhuang Yi is wrong. There are competitions every year, but it will be difficult to meet this kind of competition in ten years."
Looking back on the past, Xun Yuming still couldn't help feeling sorry for Zhuang Yi, "His parents' neighbor in New York used to be a player for the Stanford Redshirts. Once that person injured his Achilles tendon, he was recommended as a substitute. Originally He wasn't eligible to play, but because of his performance that time, he was spotted by the Stanford football coach and recruited to the university."
Zhuang Yi has never made any mistakes in his studies. He went all the way to middle school with A+, and it is not a problem to get into Stanford. Originally, he did not need special sports.
He was loved by his grandparents since he was a child, and he was brought up by them and brought up carefully. He has always received the most traditional gentleman education. Both his grandparents are of one-third British aristocratic blood. They are old-fashioned and conservative. They have stayed in the manor of their hometown and refused to move. How could they be willing to let him go to the United States to study.
In the eyes of grandparents, only Oxford is a serious university, and Cambridge is so-so. Even if Zhuang Yi wants to go to college with "rude" Americans, he should at least enter Harvard, which is ranked first. How can he go to Stanford on the wild west coast? Woolen cloth
However, Zhuang Yi loves sports very much, and he is good at all the sports that Xun Yuming can become famous for. "Entering the school directly into the red team" is a huge temptation for him. He would rather "degenerate" to the United States against the wishes of his grandparents than give up this opportunity, and finally agreed.
Missing a wonderful game, others may not care, but Zhuang Yi must be hard to let go.
The more Xun Yuming thought about it, the more disturbed he became, he ended the consultation early and closed the computer. He felt stuffy in his heart, he couldn't get up or down because of a stuffy chest, and couldn't sleep from side to side, so he simply got up and changed his clothes, and planned to go out for a drink.
Not long after returning to China, he found out about the nearby bars. Xun Yuming doesn't like the noisy environment of singing and dancing, he just wants to find a place to drink quietly, and there are not many bars that he likes.
Take your mobile phone and keys to go out, and there happens to be a taxi downstairs. Xun Yuming got in the car and reported his address, the driver smiled and said, "Relics have been dug up there recently, and they are cordoned off so they won't let you leave. Would you like to change places?"
Xun Yuming thought for a while and said, "Is there any bar with a good environment nearby?"
"What grade do you want?" the driver asked.
"Whatever you want." Xun Yuming didn't ask, "Be quiet, as long as the atmosphere is good."
The driver pressed the meter and drove onto the Binhai Highway. About a quarter of an hour later, the car stopped in front of a pineapple-shaped building. While scanning the QR code to pay, Xun Yuming asked, "What is this place?"
"Bay Bay Hotel." The driver said, "Are you a foreigner? There is a bar on the twenty-seventh floor here, which definitely meets your requirements."
Xun Yuming felt guilty, this place looked luxurious and high-end, and the consumption must be high. He is a poor doctor. No matter how high his status and reputation are, his salary is still at the level of domestic public hospitals. He can't afford thousands of glasses of wine.
Originally wanted to change places, but the driver took the money and left, and couldn't stop the car for a while, so Xun Yuming simply went up to have a look. He went upstairs from the spiral staircase and went straight to the twenty-seventh floor.
The foyer is covered with brown marble, and under the light of the crystal chandelier, people appear smaller and smaller. Xun Yuming stood in the empty corridor with nowhere to hide. The waiter came up and asked in a warm voice, "Hi sir, what do you need?"
"Excuse me, where is your bar?" Xun Yuming looked around, but there was no place to drink.
"This is the banquet hall." The waiter pressed the elevator button for him and said, "The bar is on the thirty-seventh floor, you will be there when you go up."
Xun Yuming thanked him, thinking that the driver was unreliable, maybe he knew this place from hearsay, but he had never been there.
He walked out of the elevator, there was a door in front, and after entering, there was a long bar with a circle of high stools beside it, and the sea under the night seemed to be within reach through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Xun Yuming walked around the stone pillar, sat in the corner, and asked the waiter for a martini.
The light and darkness in the bar intersected, the floor, the cups, the windows... the light refracted from all around was not as good as the look in his eyes. Xun Yuming was sitting on a high chair, with his slender legs bent and stretched, his waist looming. He is wearing a white shirt today, with his head slightly lowered, his neck bends in a graceful arc, and slides straight into the neckline along the collarbone.
Not far away, there are musicians in suits and leather shoes playing the piano. The sound of the music flows slowly in the room. Before you know it, the cup in your hand is already empty. The waiter came over, handed him a glass of Pinot Noir, and said, "Sir, this is the wine that gentleman gave you."
Xun Yuming looked in the direction of his fingers, and a man in a gray suit was smiling at him. The man looked much older than him, with a calm and steady demeanor and a mature charm of his own.
There weren't many people in the bar, they were sitting in twos and threes, and that man looked particularly outstanding. Xun Yuming nodded at him, took out a nude ring from his pocket, and put it on the ring finger of his left hand.
Seeing him smiling, the man came over with a wine glass, sat beside him, and said, "Drinking alone, doesn't it feel monotonous?"
Xun Yuming smiled and said, "Aren't you alone too?"
"Not anymore." The man turned sideways to him and asked with a smile, "Are you the same as I guessed?"
"What's your guess?" Xun Yuming raised his chin a little, giving him an angle that is far away from others.
Seeing this, the man turned around calmly and said, "I guess you've broken up in love." But his peripheral vision was still lingering on him.
Xun Yuming couldn't help laughing, did he look so obvious? "Why do you say that?"
The man pointed at the opposite stone pillar, their shadows were reflected on it, and said: "How can such a beautiful person drink by himself? Either he just fell out of love, or he is in the middle of it."
Xun Yuming smiled, put his left hand on the bar, and said with a smile, "Sorry, you guessed wrong."
The man was also sensible, saw his ring, nodded, and said: "It doesn't look like it." He took a sip of his wine, paid the bill and left.
Xun Yuming glanced at his watch, at half past ten, he waved his hand and prepared to pay.
The waiter came over and said, "The Pinot Noir is a gift from that gentleman, and the Martini is nine hundred and eighty."
Xun Yuming was speechless secretly, took out his phone and pressed the lock screen button twice—no response. Just now it is clear that there is still electricity, most likely it is a malfunction rather than an automatic shutdown. He remembered the fall outside the operating room not long ago, and suddenly panicked.
"Do you have a phone here?" He asked the waiter, "My mobile phone can't be turned on and I can't pay. I'll call my friend and ask him to come and pay."
The waiter smiled and brought him to the front desk, pointed to the landline, and said, "Please use it."
Xun Yuming was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately the waiters were well-trained and did not show contempt, otherwise he would be ashamed. He said thanks, picked up the receiver, and suddenly froze.
Who could he call
After much deliberation, Xun Yuming found that there was only one number he could remember, and he dialed it bravely.
Zhuang Yi received the call, but appeared outside the elevator door within three minutes. He came in and whispered something to the waiter, and took Xun Yuming out of the hotel without any problems.
Enduring doubts in his heart, Xun Yuming followed him out of the gate, Fang asked: "Why did you come so fast? Why did they let you go without paying?"
"I've been downstairs, I just saw you go up." Zhuang Yi had dinner with relatives who came to visit Qin Xueyan on the 27th floor, and when he was taking Abby to wash his hands, he caught a glimpse of Xun Yuming going to the wrong floor, and wanted to invite him At the same time, I heard from the waiter that he had gone to the bar on the 37th floor, and thought he had a date, so he didn't bother.
"This hotel is opened by a friend of mine, and I can sign the bill." He explained.
Xun Yuming didn't say a word, he is really a son of a bitch, he can sign bills wherever he goes.
Seeing that he was silent, Zhuang Yi said, "I'll take you back."
"No need." Xun Yuming politely declined, "I'll just take a taxi back, and I'll give you the money tomorrow."
His cheeks were flushed, obviously drunk, Zhuang Yi said in a deep voice, "Wait for me a while."
Xun Yuming was startled, and not long after, he saw his black SUV driving up and parked on the side of the road. Zhuang Yi went over to open the passenger door and signaled him to get in the car, but Xun Yuming hesitated and didn't move.
The two were in a stalemate when a Cayenne passed by with the windows lowered, and it was the person who delivered the wine just now.
He looked at Zhuang Yi, and smiled at Xun Yuming: "No wonder, it's a good match. I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years." After speaking, he kicked the accelerator and slid into the night.
Xun Yuming's ears were burning red, he avoided Zhuang Yi's gaze, and hurried into the car. Without knowing it, Zhuang Yi went in, turned on the ignition and set out on the road, watching his expression while driving.
After a long time, he finally couldn't help himself and asked, "Who was that just now?"
The neon lights were floating outside the window, and the night was shining brightly. Xun Yuming stared at him intently, not looking at him, "I met him in the bar, I don't know who it is."
When the car stopped at a red light, Zhuang Yi stretched out his right hand and held his arm, "Why did he say that?"
Xun Yuming's heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "Go and ask him. How would I know?"
Zhuang Yi's palm moved down, gradually covering his left hand, the icy circle on his ring finger was the ring that Xun Yuming forgot to take off.
He smiled and asked, "Don't you know?"