"Sir, this way."
The waiter raised the roller blind, bent slightly, and gestured inward.
Xun Yuming stepped upstairs, followed behind him and asked, "Did Mr. Zhuang order the table?"
He had an operation this morning, so he didn't see Zhuang Yi. He went to the consultation room for lunch at noon. He heard from Fang Buyu that Zhuang Yi booked a box at a club in Shili Archway in the east of the city. He wanted to invite him to dinner and asked him to come with Chen Linlin after get off work .
Chen Linlin was in a hurry to find Cong Huan, sent him to the gate of the clubhouse, and went ahead. Xun Yuming had no choice but to go in by himself, the store was magnificently decorated, and looked expensive, and it was not a festive day, how could Zhuang Yi invite him here when he was in a good mood.
The waiter was wearing a black suit, smiling generously, and the wool was sticking out of the sheep. Just looking at this posture was painful, and I didn't know how much it would cost.
Xun Yuming followed him through the open-air corridor above the garden, and came to a box on the second floor of the backyard. The waiter opened the glass door for him and said, "Mr. Zhuang will be here in a while, this is the box he ordered Please wait a moment, you can ring the bell to call us if you need anything, or you can call us."
He pointed to the phone on the small fan-shaped table on his right, closed the door and backed out. There was only one person left in the huge private room, Xun Yuming frowned and looked around, opposite was a small living room, the tables and chairs were furnished in a Southern French style. He turned around the partition, and next to him was a long dining table with drinks already set on it.
They come, the security.
Xun Yuming was bored, while waiting, he opened the bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass of Bordeaux. Since the stomach bleeding, Zhuang Yi stared at him like a hawk every day, and hadn't had a chance to drink for a long time.
Bordeaux slipped through his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled, Xun Yuming couldn't help frowning. The wine is good wine, but unfortunately he doesn't like it very much. After drinking for more than eight years, he still prefers strong and stimulating bad-quality bourbon, or juniper berries that can ignite the gullet in one gulp.
After drinking most of a glass of wine, his face slowly warmed up, Xun Yuming pulled the collar of his shirt, picked a strawberry from the snack plate that accompanied the wine, and looked up at the wall clock, it was ten past eight.
After waiting for a while, the wine went down half a glass, and even the chocolate residue in the glass saucer was wiped clean by him. It was exactly 8:30 when Zhuang Yi came. When he entered the door, he found Xun Yuming squinting on the table, already slightly drunk.
"Who told you to drink?" Picking up the bottle and shaking it, Zhuang Yi frowned, poked his cheek and asked, "Drunk?"
"No." Xun Yuming shook his hands, and the person in front of him had two heads on one neck, and said with a smile, "It seems... a bit."
Zhuang Yi sighed secretly, summoned the waiter and asked him to go out and buy a box of hangover medicine, and ask the kitchen for a bowl of sweet soup. The waiter went out in response, he dragged Xun Yuming up, carried him to the sofa, went to the bathroom and rinsed a cold towel to wipe his face.
"I'm fine." Xun Yuming is not bad at drinking, and the degree of red wine is not high. He sat up, covered the towel on his forehead, and asked, "What do you want from me? Why do you come here? You can't tell me when you go home. ?"
"I..." Zhuang Yi originally came to borrow wine to relieve his worries, but he didn't expect a bottle of Bordeaux that had been stored for several years to be sold first. "I have something to talk to you, it's good privacy here."
"It costs money here, how nice is the home." Xun Yuming stretched out his hand to pour water, stretched his body and struggled for a long time, then wobbled and fell back to the sofa.
Zhuang Yi pressed his hand, poured him a cup of Ceylon black tea, brought the gold-painted bone china cup to his lips, and fed him a sip.
Xun Yuming lay on a cylindrical pillow, put one hand on his forehead, and touched Zhuang Yi's palm with the other, smiling brightly: "What do you want to talk to me about? I will tell you everything."
Zhuang Yi was startled: "You are drunk."
"No." Xun Yuming flattened his mouth and snorted coldly, "I can drink well."
Zhuang Yi smiled, took off the watch on his wrist, leaned over to stick it in front of him, met his eyes, and looked at the reflection in each other's eyes, "Really? Then what am I doing now, can you still tell? "
"I can." Xun Yuming tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "You unbuttoned... my buttons, why did you unbutton me?"
"Do I have it?" Zhuang Yi hooked the corners of his mouth, lightly raised his fingertips, and untied another one.
Xun Yuming's collarbone felt cold, he quickly covered his neckline, and said seriously, "Tsk, don't move."
"How do you wipe it if you don't move?" Zhuang Yi pushed his hand away, picked up a towel and wiped his neck.
The cold water made him shiver, but the pads of his fingers that touched his skin were hot. Xun Yuming couldn't help trembling slightly, curled up into a shrimp, looked at him sideways, his eyes were slanting, his brows were like smoke, and there were all kinds of emotions in a pair of dark pupils, looking at him watery, it made people feel hot .
Zhuang Yi rolled his Adam's apple, dropped the towel, got up and opened the door, the waiter just came to deliver the medicine. He took the things, ordered the kitchen to serve, and came back and said: "Take the medicine, and tell me to see you drinking again later, and I will..."
"That's all?" Xun Yuming looked at him provocatively, what can I do
"I'll tell grandpa," Zhuang Yi laughed roguely, "let him punish you to stand."
Xun Yuming snorted, raised his head and took the medicine, holding a bowl of sobering sweet soup and drinking it slowly.
Soon, the waiter brought someone to serve the food. Zhuang Yi pulled out the chair, motioned for Xun Yuming to take a seat, sat down opposite him, and said, "It's all your favorite food, come here."
"What's the matter with you?" Xun Yuming sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp in tomato sauce, and chewed slowly. Zhuang Yi didn't eat, poured himself a glass of red wine, shook it twice, and took a sip.
Sure enough, red wine is still more suitable for him, whether it is appearance, temperament, or speech and behavior, it seems to be more suitable. Xun Yuming thought secretly.
"I went to see my grandfather a few days ago." Zhuang Yi said indifferently, "He's not in a good condition recently. I heard from the nurse that he occasionally chokes while eating, so he needs to be taken care of carefully."
Xun Yuming was startled, and hurriedly asked, "Is grandpa sick? Why didn't the hospital call me?"
In reality, this kind of disease is often serious once and for all. Grandpa has been relying on drugs to control it, which is normal, but as he grows older, various functions degenerate, and it is bound to get worse. The last time he went to the nursing home was the day after the vacation. Grandpa seemed to be in good spirits. There were so many things going on in the hospital these days that he didn't have time to go again.
"That's not true, I just chatted with the nurse." Zhuang Yi said, "Patients who take medicine for a long time will basically have some complications in their later years. The same is true for psychiatry. Extrapyramidal reactions caused by drug side effects often cause choking. Food."
He doesn't know much about neurology, but he knows the content of psychiatry very well.
"I want to discuss with you about bringing grandpa home." Zhuang Yi took another sip of red wine and asked him, "What do you think?"
"I think so too." Xun Yuming covered his face and sighed, "But I'm too busy with work, and grandpa is at home by himself, so I'm really worried."
"You can invite a nurse to come to the house." Zhuang Yi said warmly, "I have flexible time, and I can also take care of it."
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Xun Yuming flatly refused: "That won't work."
He took care of his own grandfather, even if Zhuang Yi was willing to help, how could he bother him.
"When on earth did you..." Zhuang Yi's jawline slowly tightened, the hand holding the wine glass turned slightly white, and he paused, "When will you consider me as your own?"
"I—" Xun Yuming lost his voice for a moment, and was stunned for a long time, speechless.
"Is it really difficult to take care of grandpa?" It's extremely difficult for others, but for Zhuang Yi, it's just a matter of allocating a house and hiring a few more nurses, which is effortless at all.
Xun Yuming put down his chopsticks, bowed his head and said, "No, it's not difficult."
But he can't take advantage of it with peace of mind just because this matter is very simple to Zhuang Yi, not to mention that one day he will move out, and sooner or later new people will come in that small building.
"Then why on earth are you?" Zhuang Yi suddenly raised his voice, squinted his eyes and growled: "I don't understand, give me a reason! Give me a reason that can explain everything, even if it's to lie to me."
He stood up, opened the briefcase on the chair next to him, took out a bright yellow document bag, and threw it on the table with a "slap", "I have always wondered why you kept keeping a distance from me. You were really Did my hand hurt, did you break up with me?"
If so, why did he give away the cherished patent to others for free to help him return to Stanford? Why did she subconsciously jump on him when she was in danger? Why would he rather not have a huge bonus, but also study a way to heal his hand injury
Neurology is difficult and complicated. If you just want to win an award, what topic is not easy to choose? Why do you want to study the controversial "nerve regeneration" project that was even completely rejected by authoritative medical journals
Is it just because of guilt
If you really felt so guilty, why did you decide to break up in the first place
Zhuang Yi picked up the wine glass and drank it down, propped his hands on the edge of the table, stared at him condescendingly, the corners of his eyes and mouth were scarlet, "I don't believe it, I can't figure it out. Did you separate from me because of grandpa?"
Xun Yuming was pinned on the chair by his two gazes, trembling all over his body, he opened his mouth without saying a word. One lie needs a hundred lies. He racked his brains and thought hard, but finally he was at the end of his wits.
"You're not." Zhuang Yi's calm voice was full of sadness, his hands and knuckles were rattling, like the calm before the storm, and the table would be overturned in the next second. "Since it's not difficult to take care of grandpa, there's no need for you to break up with me, right?"
His handsome face was close at hand, Xun Yuming wanted to raise his hand to smooth his congealed eyebrows, but found that it was difficult for him to even move, even if he wanted to nod, there was nothing he could do.
"Cen Ji and Dean Chen told me that you had a genetic test." Zhuang Yi looked at him for a moment, Xun Yuming's pupils shrank suddenly, the shock at that moment couldn't be disguised, and it all fell into his eyes.
"You drew my blood and asked me to sign the contract, you...you lied to me?!" Suddenly, Xun Yuming came to a realization, his mind was thundering like lightning, he stood up "cracking", shaking like a sieve, with a The cups, plates, and bowls "clink" together.
"Why do you—how can you lie to me!" Years of hard work and forbearance were all in vain.
"I lied to you?" Zhuang Yi picked up the file bag and threw it in front of Xun Yuming, "I thought I understood, I thought I finally saw the truth," he twitched at the corner of his mouth in self-deprecating, "It turns out that I was just deceiving myself , you're not sick at all. I wish you'd lied to me, but you've never..."
He never lied to himself.
He just doesn't love it anymore.
"I can't figure it out," Zhuang Yi shook his head feebly, looking at him helplessly with his eyes open for survival: "I just can't figure it out. Tell me why? You owe me a reason!"
Xun Yuming's thoughts surged in an instant, and he thought he heard it wrong: "You said I'm not sick? You mean..."
He glanced at the file bag, grabbed it, and opened the seal with shaking hands, "How could it be, I... how could it be possible!"
The tangled thread seemed to be against him on purpose, it went round and round, but couldn't be untied no matter what. Xun Yuming's heart was beating like a drum, and he raised his breath in his throat. The scene in front of him was unreal, and he staggered and fell back on the chair.
He was so anxious that he couldn't bear a minute and a second, so he tore the file bag to both sides. However, the bag was extremely strong, and it was sealed with a plastic film, so it couldn't be torn off no matter what, Xun Yuming's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, so he simply bit it with his teeth.
Seeing his appearance, Zhuang Yi was full of doubts, held his hand, and said, "I'll do it." He untied the tangled thread two or three times, and pulled out the stack of reports.
Xun Yuming didn't wait for him to hand it over, snatched it away, and looked carefully under the lamp, and saw that the identification result on the last page was written in English: In the repetitive sequence of the IT15 gene (CAG) n trinucleotide, it was found that (CAG) n copy number is 16/19 times (one normal repeat 16 times, one normal repeat 19 times), does not carry abnormal repeat gene, will not cause the disease, presumably the probability of the disease is less than or equal to 0.0% zero one.
"This...how is it possible?" He suddenly raised his head, suddenly thought of something, and ran out.
Zhuang Yi grabbed the documents and chased after him, and stopped him at the door of the clubhouse: "I called the driver."
Xun Yuming was waving to stop the car. Hearing this, he rushed over in a hurry, and got into the rear compartment with him, "Go home, hurry up!"
The driver agreed, kicked the accelerator and rushed out.
Xun Yuming couldn't help trembling all over, his hands seemed to be having a Parkinson's attack, and he couldn't help knocking on the door handle. Although Zhuang Yi was confused, he also vaguely guessed something in his heart, so he quickly pressed his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Calm down, we will be there in a while."
"I know, I... I know." I don't know whether to comfort myself, or really know, my upper and lower teeth are chattering.
"Mingming, look at me." Zhuang Yi turned his head, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Anyway, this is a good thing, you know? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Xun Yuming met his deep gaze, his heart gradually settled down, nodded and said: "I know."
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