There were six unread messages in the laboratory chat group.
Mushroom head: "Teacher, come on Ps: Uh, if it's true, don't forget to use measures."
Xiao Zhou: "Durex lubricating oil benefits tens of millions of young gays every year, and the sales volume can circle the earth twice!"
Xiao Wu: "Looking for a teacher, the person with capital letters."
Xiao Zheng: "The person in capital letter +1"
Xiao Wang: "He is a person who has the courage to give; he is a person who sacrifices himself for others; he is a person who never gives up. He is Xun Yuming, a person with capital letters!"
Cen Ji: "You five, don't talk nonsense. You are looking for a teacher to participate in a normal business banquet. Come on, teacher, you are the most handsome. Let's show off your smile and not your body. We must take down the benefactor's father and bring back a huge sum of money! A toast to life with a glass of wine.jpg"
Xun Yuming held back his eyes and turned off the phone, scratched his hair and went out the door. The car was waiting downstairs, and the driver in a tuxedo took him all the way to Nanzhi Lane, Sanmending.
This area is full of government-protected buildings, which are small and exquisite, full of antiquity. The blue bricks and black tiles seem to have returned to a hundred years ago. Walking on the narrow stone road, people can't help but imagine a girl like a lilac.
Xun Yuming got out of the car and walked, following the door signs, he found the last house at the bottom of the alley. There were two black lacquered wooden doors in front of him.
Knocking on the door, Xun Yuming walked up the stairs, feeling a burst of sweetness. The gate of this house is not big, but the inside is unique. The carved screen wall hides an extremely exquisite courtyard, with small bridges and flowing water, rockery, and the garden is full of pear blossoms and broken jade. The Tang Dynasty buildings are decorated in an antique style.
There was only one waiter in the courtyard. He was wearing a slanted shirt and linen trousers, with a cloth belt tied around his waist. He looked spirited and lively. "Hello, is this Dr. Xun?" The smile overflowed, revealing two small white canine teeth.
"I am." Xun Yuming nodded, looked up and saw the writing on the forehead in the hall - light wind. "Excuse me, is Mr. Ren here?"
"Please follow me." The waiter led him through the lobby, opened a sliding door, and said, "Please come in."
"Mr. Ren is inside?" Xun Yuming entered the door suspiciously, turned around the ink wash screen, and saw a person sitting behind the round table, handsome and imposing, not Ren Xueyuan, but Zhuang Yi. "Why are you here? Where is the boss?"
Today it was agreed to meet with Ren Xueyuan to discuss the funding of the laboratory, but it was Zhuang Yi who came here.
"Sit down." Zhuang Yi smiled, pointed to the seat beside him and said, "Mr. Ren has something to do, so he can't come today. Their company lost in the first round of bidding, and I'm afraid they can't invest in your laboratory."
Xun Yuming sat over and asked, "Then why are you here?"
Zhuang Yi shook off the napkin, spread it on his lap, picked up the copper pot on the small square table next to him, and poured him a cup of tea. "Didn't you say you want to invite me to dinner? I will decide the time and place, if I remember correctly."
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Xun Yuming took a sip from his cup, and he was neither cold nor dry.
"Doctor Xun is a busy person, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is spent in the operating room." Zhuang Yi pushed open the window pane, and the full moon of the sixteenth year filled the room. "I didn't ask you out in Mr. Ren's name, how could you come?"
Xun Yuming felt uncomfortable when he heard his strange mood, turned the celadon teacup in his hand, and asked, "Can we talk normally?"
One day, he was as good as a close friend who had let go of his previous suspicions, but tomorrow he began to speak sarcasticly and ridiculed himself. He was so fickle that people couldn't figure it out.
Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, and his eyes fell diagonally opposite. The person in the mirror over there was wearing a gray suit, slim and tailored to outline straight legs, and a pair of shoulders that were not strong but very broad. The red tie was playful and charming, and the onyx Cufflinks one color.
Didn't he go to the red carpet and dress like a movie star? Seeing Ren Xueyuan dressed like this
"I'm sorry." Zhuang Yi said seriously, "I really have something to tell you today, and I'm afraid you won't come during the operation, so I asked you out in the name of Mr. Ren."
He knew that he was good at one moment and bad at another, but when he saw Xun Yuming, he couldn't help but treat him tenderly, and when he recalled the past, he couldn't help feeling resentful.
Xun Yuming took a sip of tea and said, "If you ask me to come, I will definitely come." Why bother to borrow someone else's name.
Zhuang Yi smiled knowingly, there were two beeps on the door, and the waiter came to serve the food with a tray. He stood up and introduced: "Mingming, let me introduce you, this is the owner of the Haiwan Hotel, Haiwanwan." Pointing to Xun Yuming, "He is Doctor Xun."
Haiwan put down the tray, shook hands with Xun Yuming, and said with a smile, "I often hear Dr. Zhuang mentioning you. I hope today's dishes suit Dr. Xun's taste. If you have any comments, feel free to ask."
Xun Yuming hurriedly said: "You are too polite, this courtyard is really elegantly arranged." I didn't expect the hotel tycoon to be a teenager, let alone he would work as a waiter in a private restaurant.
"That's my lover's taste, so I won't be greedy for credit." Haiwan smiled, raising his hands and feet, casually. "Hurry up and eat, today's dishes are specially prepared, I won't bother you anymore." After finishing speaking, he turned around and backed out.
After Haiwan left, Zhuang Yi explained: "This private kitchen is opened by his wife, and he only does two orders a month. Today is a special table for us. Try it, you can't eat it anywhere else."
Xun Yuming looked down, and there were three cold dishes on the table, grapefruit stuffed with red wine and blueberries, crabmeat and avocado, and a shredded fish lip skin and tripe. Each dish was served with specific tableware.
Zhuang Yi picked up some pomelo for him to appetize and clear his mouth, Xun Yuming tasted it, and said: "It's really good." The three ingredients are not unusual, but the hard part is that they can think of mixing them together to balance the taste, Not astringent or bitter, moderately sweet and sour.
Xun Yuming still didn't have time to eat at noon, he still had some stomach pains before he came, and he didn't have any appetite, but now he ate some cold dishes and his appetite really opened up, and he actually felt hungry. It happened that Haiwan came to serve the dishes, three meat and three vegetables, six hot dishes, and a cup of oxtail mushroom soup.
"Can you finish eating so much?" There were only two of them.
Haiwan winked at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, our food is expensive and we can't get enough."
Xun Yuming laughed, and took a prawn ball, which tasted different from ordinary fried prawn balls. Zhuang Yi said: "The outside is covered with a layer of plantain flowers, not noodles."
"No wonder." Xun Yuming ate two more, turned around and saw him warming wine on the small table, and asked, "Did you drive here? Still drinking?"
"It doesn't matter, take a taxi later." Zhuang Yi gave him a glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine and another bowl of soup for him to drink, "Don't drink on an empty stomach, eat something first." Chat with him casually: "Yesterday was Mid-Autumn Festival , must have passed with grandpa, right?"
While eating, Xun Yuming said, "I had surgery during the day and didn't go back, so I ate with my grandfather at night."
When he was eating, he bent over slightly and probed, the neckline was tightly tightened, and the blood vessels and veins were all exposed on the skin. Zhuang Yi helped him untie his bow tie and put it aside. After he had finished eating, he said, "Actually, I came to you to tell you that I am going to invest in your laboratory."
Xun Yuming paused, put down the bowl and asked, "Are you investing in your own name? But..." He was so drunk, with a faint blush on his cheeks, he lowered his head and said, "You don't have to feel sorry, the funds are given to you by the hospital. Yes. What I said downstairs last time was angry, so don't take it to heart."
Last time he said that it was Zhuang Yi who stole the funding, but it was not the case. The hospital wanted to approve it, and he had no reason to refuse it.
Zhuang Yi said, "It's not for this, nor in my own name. I have my own medical research institute, and I invested in your project purely out of interest, so you don't have to think too much about it."
Xun Yuming thought for a while, put down his chopsticks, and said, "I don't want to work with you."
"Don't worry, I won't interfere with you." Zhuang Yi understood his concerns.
"But your attitude will." Speaking of research, Xun Yuming said seriously, "You still hate me, if you work with me, it will definitely affect me."
"I never held a grudge against you."
"You have." Xun Yuming said categorically, "You blamed me for dumping you, that's why you are sometimes good and sometimes bad, always cold-faced. I don't care about it in life, but absolutely not in work."
Zhuang Yi smiled and said, "But you did dump me back then."
Doesn't he have a reason to hold grudges
Xun Yuming clutched the tablecloth tightly in his right hand, his stomach was overwhelmed, and his face turned pale for a moment, "Don't mention the past..."
"It's a thing of the past for you." Zhuang Yi interrupted him, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass: "It's not for me."
Back then when they had a car accident in Cairo, he was stuck in the seat and rolled down the cliff. In the blink of an eye, it was Zhuang Yi who desperately grabbed him to prevent him from rolling into the Nile River and drowning.
When the ambulance and police car arrived, Zhuang Yi's arms were bloody and bloody, and Xun Yuming was also dying, and he was supporting the whole body. If he had relaxed a little bit back then, even a little bit, there would still be the famous Dr. Xun today.
They waited by the river bank for more than four hours, but Zhuang Yi held him like that for more than four hours. When he was sent to the hospital, Xun Yuming only had a broken rib and a lung lobe. However, due to damage to the brachial plexus in the left arm, Zhuang Yi was permanently disabled, and the ring finger of his left hand still spasms from time to time.
A medical student who ruins his hand ruins his entire career, which in turn ends his life as a football player.
Their graduation trip came to an abrupt end, and Zhuang Yi was transferred to a neurological hospital in San Francisco a week later. Everyone in the family kept it a secret, only Zhuang Man knew. When she went to visit, the ward was empty and he was alone.
"Where are your little ears?"
she asked.
Outside the window, the fallen leaves are yellowing, and California is like Canada, dyed with the bleakness of autumn. Zhuang Yi withdrew his gaze, and said lightly: "There is something at school, he has gone back, and will come back tomorrow morning."
Will you come tomorrow morning
Maybe.
Zhuang Man didn't ask any further questions, and sat with him for a while before leaving. Zhuang Yibai was bored, and sent a message to Xun Yuming with his right hand that had just removed the cast: "It's too late today, don't come here."
After waiting for a long time, Xun Yuming did not return, so Zhuang Yi turned on the computer and searched for treatments for the damaged brachial plexus. There is a flood of information on the web page, none of which is useful. The flame in his heart flickered, became weaker and weaker, and was finally extinguished.
The replay of the Super Bowl game was playing on TV. Zhuang Yi stared at the screen for a long time, sighed, turned on the computer again, and began to search for the process of medical students changing majors.
In the early morning of the next day, Xun Yuming finally came. He was carrying a large schoolbag with an insulated lunch box inside. It was just half past five, and Zhuang Yi was still asleep. He took out his breakfast and went to fetch hot water with an empty pot.
When Xun Yuming went out, Zhuang Yi woke up, and he didn't sleep at all. In fact, since the accident, he hadn't had a full night's sleep for a long time. He suffered from insomnia day and night, wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he was covered with Xun Yuming's blood-stained face.
"Are you awake?" Xun Yuming came back with the kettle, just as he got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Zhuang Yi hummed and said, "Why did you come so early? Is there a car at this time?"
Xun Yuming put down the kettle and poured out the porridge for him, "I came by Neil's car, and he said there was something nearby."
"What can he come here for?" Zhuang Yi smiled, squeezed a piece of toothpaste into his mouth, and knew clearly in his heart that something was just an excuse. Neil has been looking for Yuming for not a day or two, just an excuse to be courteous.
"Who knows him." Xun Yuming folded the quilt and put it on the bedside.
Zhuang Yi came out after washing, lay back on the bed, and said: "I checked the matter of changing majors yesterday, and I feel that the School of Psychology is okay. It shouldn't be too much trouble to study with a foundation in biology, but it's a bit difficult to transfer there. .”
"Really." Xun Yuming handed him the porridge.
Zhuang Yi didn't answer, took his hand, and showed him the information he checked: "Look, if you study psychology, you can also study psychiatry, and it's still in the medical field."
Looking at the screen, Xun Yuming calmly withdrew his hand. Zhuang Yi was startled, his right hand froze in mid-air without embarrassment, and silently retracted it.
"Very good," Xun Yuming smiled. "Psychiatrist, I heard you make a lot of money."
Zhuang Yi couldn't laugh anymore, closed the computer, took a sip of porridge, "Since when did you care about making money?"
"You have to care." Xun Yuming curled the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. "I... I'm going back first, you can rest, there's still something to do at school."
I have already graduated, what else can I do during the vacation.
Zhuang Yi smiled and said: "Go, don't drink too much water at night, I don't think it's a good thing for your sprained ankle, so you won't wake up at night."
Xun Yuming agreed, put on his schoolbag and left.
Zhuang Yi watched him leave the hospital, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the school professor, and consulted in detail about changing majors. I wanted to wait for Xun Yuming to discuss it with him when he came over the next day, but I didn't expect that he would never come back after he left, and he couldn't get through to the phone, and he didn't reply to the text messages.
Half a month later, Zhuang Yi was about to be discharged from the hospital. The gauze on his left hand was removed, and everything was fine except for the ring finger, which did not affect his normal life. After lying in the hospital for more than a month, his bones ached all over his body, and he strolled in the yard after breakfast.
Xun Yuming didn't see him when he went in, but found his figure when he found the yard, "Why are you here? I've been looking for you everywhere."
Zhuang Yi smiled at him, his dimples looked haggard, "Aren't you busy recently?"
Why do you suddenly have time to see him
Xun Yuming didn't answer, sat on the bench for a moment of silence, and said, "I... want to talk to you."
Zhuang Yi looked at him sideways, his expression still so gentle: "What do you want to talk about?"
"I..." Xun Yuming took a deep breath, met his eyes, and said seriously: "Let's separate."
Already guessed it.
From his attitude after the accident, to his gradually decreasing visitation frequency, and to the loss of contact in the past half month, Zhuang Yi had already guessed that this day would come. It's just that I didn't expect it to come so fast, and I didn't expect that at this moment, my internal organs would feel pain even to breathe.
"Why?" It was only after the words came out that I realized that my voice was hoarse as if I had swallowed sand. He tried his best to control his emotions, and said: "I have already consulted about changing majors. The professor said that it can be done. In fact, psychology is not bad."
Xun Yuming was taken aback, a little caught off guard, he didn't expect that such a proud person as Zhuang Yi would lower his posture to the point of pleading. His Adam's apple rolled, and he looked down at the grass, his white sneakers were stained with black and green grass juice.
"What I want is someone who has the same goals as me and has the same pursuit. But your hands will not get better, and you will not be able to do research with me in the future and pursue a medical career together. Do you know how difficult it is to change majors? Psychology needs systematic training the most, and rarely accepts interdisciplinary students. Besides, even if you really transfer successfully, it is hard to say what will happen in the future. Sorry, I know this timing is not very good, but I really... I can’t put the limited My life is wasted on you. If I change places, I will let you go. I hope you understand."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yi opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. What Xun Yuming said was well-founded, how could he refute it? Does he still need to refute
If Xun Yuming injured his hand today, ruining his career and studies, and he proposed to break up, he would definitely not agree. But now that he has been admitted to the school and has become the youngest doctor in the history of Stanford Medical School, a bright future is in sight, and he has nothing, what else can he say
Zhuang Yi's eyes became hot, and he couldn't help laughing: "You are right, we are really not suitable, it's better to separate."
At least not anymore.
After receiving the answer, Xun Yuming felt relieved, got up and left. Zhuang Yi suddenly stopped him: "Little ears!"
Xun Yuming turned his head and saw him standing under a maple tree, with a little stubble on his chin, thin and weathered, still handsome, but the light around him was dimmed. Xun Yuming was in a daze for a moment, and two lines of poems flashed in his mind - Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, how can love seem ruthless.
Zhuang Yi looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I wish you a bright future and smooth sailing."
Xun Yuming nodded and said, "I will."
he will.
And he did.
Zhuang Yi was down with half a bottle of wine, pulled off his tie, leaned against his face and said, "For me, every frame of these things seems like it just happened yesterday."
Xun Yuming pursed his lips tightly, his whole body was trembling finely, Zhuang Yi's eyes were fiercely red. He stood up quickly, grabbed the remaining half bottle of wine, and drank it down.
The wine bottle fell heavily on the table, and he smiled wryly, "You agreed to the separation at the beginning. What do you want from me?"
What else can he do
If he didn't say that at the beginning, how could Zhuang Yi be willing to leave him
Can I still tell the truth, tell Zhuang Yi that I don't want to be your burden, you still have a splendid life, and I can only be your burden
Zhuang Yi loves himself like the moon in the sky, how could he agree
He can't say it, dare not say it.
He could only sneer and tell a big lie that he didn't even believe: "You are not worthy of my dream".
Just let Zhuang Yi hate him and resent him, time will always dilute everything, so what does it matter to him.
Zhuang Yi was really drunk, grabbed his hand and pressed it to his face, said with a smile: "I didn't forget, and I don't blame you."
Xun Yuming struggled a few times, but he was too strong to break free, so he simply picked up another bottle of wine and gulped down two more gulps, "Then I will apologize to you, what do you say... what do you want to do to me?" While speaking, he coughed violently, his stomach hurt, his throat was sweet, and blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.
Zhuang Yi smiled, Xun Yuming in his eyes was heavy, with a white face, red lips, and a pair of black eyes sideways, he fell down unsteadily. He touched his face, but there was a smell of iron, and his hands were covered with blood.
"Obviously!"
The author has something to say: [Highlight] Obviously there are difficulties, "you are not worthy of my dream" is just an excuse to lie to Zhuang Yi, the real reason for the breakup is in Chapter 29! ! !