"behave in a spoiled manner… ?"
This coquettish act was too subtle, and I really didn't see it.
Zhuang Yi smiled and asked him: "Why are you acting like a baby to me?"
"Because..." Xun Yuming held him in his arms, raised his face, and looked at him almost devoutly: "I want you to like me."
"Like... you?" Zhuang Yi was knocked into a daze by this sudden confession, his mood was suddenly thrown into the sky by him, and he didn't know how to deal with it, "I..."
Haven't you always liked him
Why doesn't he know
Why use coquettish means to please yourself.
Xun Yuming's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't get a response, and the courage he mustered fell instantly. He didn't know what to do, after he pushed him away again and again, after he hurt him intentionally or unintentionally, would he still be willing to repeat the same mistakes
"Don't rush to refuse." Covering Zhuang Yi's mouth that was about to speak, he said seriously: "I rejected you before, and before... you are so good, how could you be... spoiled by me."
Zhuang Yi burst into two dimples in his palm, and said narrowly: "Yes, am I a plaything that you come and go when you ask me?"
As long as Xun Yuming said "yes", he immediately went up the stairs and sighed: "Okay." Anyway, he was already in his pocket.
But Xun Yuming didn't, he was immersed in his own imagination, at this moment Zhuang Yi was the ex who he drove away with his own hands and had already given up on him, it was him who looked back on him as hard as reaching the sky, "You are not, I am Know I'm too much."
He slowly let go of his hand, lowered his head and thought for a while, the embarrassment between his brows was more than the cube root of 3965.48 in his mind, at least he was not afraid of arithmetic problems, and emotional problems were the most difficult, because they were often unsolvable.
Zhuang Yi couldn't bear it, and reached out to put his hand on his right shoulder. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Xun Yuming grabbed his hand, as if grabbing a life-saving rope before drowning, "I'll chase you, okay?"
"Chasing...chasing me?" Zhuang Yi swallowed his throat, this proposal sounded horribly tempting, and the red apple in the Garden of Eden was probably nothing more than that.
"I know it's ridiculous for me to change my attitude suddenly, but don't despise me." Xun Yuming squeezed his hand tightly, "I will treat you well in the future, you always treated me well before, and now I want to Hello, okay?"
"No, no." After he finished speaking, he hurriedly changed his words, "Don't say if it's okay, I... I will perform well, and you will evaluate it. Can you... ah?"
Zhuang Yi stared at him, Xun Yuming had a timid but lonely light in his eyes. While he wanted to hide, he forced himself not to hide, and stared straight at the past. Holding a heart in his hand, he presented it to himself as if offering a treasure, and was afraid that the gift would be too shabby and would be disgusted by him.
"Then, all right." Zhuang Yi leaned over and kissed his forehead, "It depends on your performance."
Feng Shui takes turns, and luck does not always favor a certain person. Today it seems that he has the upper hand.
Xun Yuming pressed his finger on the place where his lips had brushed, stared blankly for a while, and smiled like secretly delighted. He grabbed the chopsticks, picked apart the already swollen noodles, took a bite, it was really delicious.
"Hurry up and eat." Zhuang Yi propped his right elbow on the edge of the table, and his tiger's mouth touched his nose, covering the corners of his mouth that could not be controlled. "After eating, I have some important things for you to do."
"Oh, good." Xun Yuming exposed his forehead, stuffed a big mouthful of noodles, and asked him, "What's the matter?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhuang Yi looked at him meaningfully without moving his chopsticks.
Seeing the emotion in his eyes, Xun Yuming slowly turned his ears red, lowered his eyes and said, "Oh."
Zhuang Yi's shoulders trembled, his low laughter couldn't be suppressed, and the sound came out of his chest once or twice. He covered his mouth and turned his head sideways, his eyes couldn't help being moist, and when he turned around again, he had the usual expression.
Xun Yuming quickly finished a bowl of noodles, put down his chopsticks to wipe his mouth, and said, "It's done."
"Are you full?" Zhuang Yi's face didn't move.
"I'm full." Xun Yuming nodded.
Zhuang Yi pulled away the chair, got up and walked to him, looked down at him: "Then let's go."
"Huh?" Xun Yuming hurriedly stood up, his movements were a bit awkward, "Okay... let's go."
"What you said just now," Zhuang Yi didn't move, he pressed his arm and asked, "Since when?"
"Today." Xun Yuming rubbed his hands beside him, and asked tentatively, "Is it okay?"
Zhuang Yi said "hmm", stretched his left hand behind his back, raised his knee with his right hand, and hugged him, "Don't regret it."
"I don't regret it." Xun Yuming wrapped his arms around his neck, smiling calmly but solemnly like an adult: "I will love you well."
"You have to try it to know." Zhuang Yi took him back to the bedroom, stepped into the shower room, and with the gurgling water, he tested love with him.
Xun Yuming was carried in by him, and carried out by him again, lying on his soft mattress, his heart seemed to be filled with something, his whole body soaked into the honey pot, full of luster.
Although the road is long and long, fortunately, there is already a faint morning light ahead.
Zhuang Yi dried his hair and brought him a hairdryer, only to find that he was already asleep wrapped in a quilt. He stared blankly at Xun Yuming's peaceful sleep, and suddenly, he was caught in a trance that seemed real and illusory, and also fake and real. At this moment, this place was far away from the time and space of eight years ago, and again It seems to converge together, as if how many twists and turns in the past are all just a dream.
He sat on the side of the bed, leaned over and kissed Xun Yuming's forehead, his movements were as soft as a feather, scratching the itchy spot in his heart.
Xun Yuming woke up subconsciously, stretched out his hand to grab the surroundings, swayed twice, was held by a slightly callused hand, and said with peace of mind: "I'll blow your hair, wait a minute."
He used to blow-dry his own hair, but now he also wants to blow-dry Zhuang Yi's hair. When two people are together, you love me and I love you, otherwise one will be tired and the other will be tired.
He stayed up late last night, and today he has been busy all day. He had just done strenuous exercise, and he was already exhausted. His sleepy eyes blinked and blinked, and he didn't have the energy to blow-dry his hair again. Zhuang Yi said: "I've blown it dry, let me blow it up for you."
Turning on the hair dryer, he fiddled with Xun Yuming's soft and curly hair, ran his fingertips across the earball, saw a thin hole in it, and asked curiously, "When did you get your ears pierced?"
It tasted different, but he didn't notice it.
Xun Yuming touched his earlobe, confused: "After the breakup."
It is said that the pain in the body can cover the pain in the heart. He couldn't do such drastic things as self-harm. After thinking about it, he had two rows of ear piercings.
It turned out to be a downright stupid idea, especially for a medical student, and even more stupid. His ears were swollen like buns, and his whole head was swollen and painful. The inflamed ears made him unable to lie down, and the consequence of not being able to sleep at night was cranky thoughts.
Thinking about what Zhuang Yi is doing at the moment, whether he has come out of the broken relationship, whether he is sad about his left hand, whether he will continue to study psychology, but if there is someone he likes in his life... Dense holes grow in the ears and open in the heart On the ground, the wind blows from all directions, allowing the cold night to penetrate him completely.
Fortunately, people are forgetful, the wounds will heal, and the sorrow will fade away. Except for the hole on the left ear, everything else has been permanent, and there is no trace left.
Zhuang Yi pinched his ear and played with it for a while, then said in a low voice: "I've failed my studies."
When I followed him before, Xiao Er was very obedient and obedient, and he was a bit stubborn, but he never did anything out of line.
He opened the bedside drawer and took out a small velvet box. When he opened it, there were two shiny sapphires, only the size of a grain of rice, but the excellent cutting technique made it extraordinarily shining.
Zhuang Yi took out one, gently passed it through his small earballs, and said softly, "It's pretty pretty."
"Give it to me?" Xun Yuming suddenly felt relieved, and turned over to get the small mirror on the bedside table.
"This one is for you." Zhuang Yi put away the box, closed the drawer, and rubbed his heart, "That one... I'll talk about it after I catch up."
"I'll put it on for you sooner or later, and then I'll lock you up." Xun Yuming leaned into his arms, rubbing his cheeks repeatedly, like a cat marking its territory with its scent. "I couldn't give you much before, but now I'm mature and capable of treating you well."
Nestling in Zhuang Yi's arms, he was enlightened in an instant, and understood Haiwanwan's words, it turns out that in good love, there is only natural expression, whether it is coquettish or crying, there is no need to pretend at all.
Zhuang Yi raised his chin and looked at him with a smile: "Okay, go to sleep."
"Good night." Xun Yuming stood up and kissed his forehead, pointing to his forehead, "Be polite."
"Good night." Zhuang Yi kissed back, tucked him in the quilt, turned off the light and fell asleep.
When he woke up the next day, Xun Yuming got up one step earlier than him, and there was no one around him. Zhuang Yi got up and took a shower, put on his suit and went downstairs, a smell of burnt aroma came into his nostrils, and two fried eggs were already set on the table.
"What time did it start?"
"Half an hour earlier than you, eat it quickly." Xun Yuming was making porridge in the kitchen, and the vegetarian spring rolls were ready as soon as they were heated, no need for much skill.
He was holding a sixteen open leather notebook in his hand, which contained densely packed recipes, which were sent to him by Gulf Bay last night. Knowing that he couldn't go down, Haiwan asked Chigui for some simple and easy-to-learn dishes for his reference.
The porridge was served on the table, Zhuang Yi asked him: "What are you holding in your hand?"
Diary
Xun Yuming didn't shy away from it, and handed it over to him directly, "It's mainly medical records."
Zhuang Yi took it and flipped through it. Every page contained the patient's information. There was no name, address or phone number, only age, medical history, condition, diagnosis, and treatment methods, which were much more detailed than the hospital medical records. Occasionally, there were one or two pages to record some research information. New ideas, and other trivial daily memos.
Xun Yuming has several large boxes of such notebooks. He is not used to using his mobile phone to record. He has been writing by hand for so many years, and sends them back to China every once in a while. They are all sealed in the small shed of his grandfather’s house. A lot of things are not detailed, I sometimes remember them myself.”
Often some seemingly irrelevant information, such as the patient's living environment and past experience, will make him suddenly enlightened during treatment, which is very helpful for determining the cause and formulating a plan.
Zhuang Yi turned to the last few pages, and the information written on it was clearly Qin Xueyan, and two lines in the third paragraph were crossed out: "There are many relatives, and they take turns to take care of them, which is convenient for timely counseling, and mood factors account for a small proportion of the impact on the condition. "
In less than two pages, it was marked with red pen: "The patient is the last in the family, spoiled since childhood, timid and highly dependent, and the emotional factor should be paid attention to!"
When Qin Xueyan was hospitalized, Zhuang Yi, Zhuang Man and his father were with him almost every day, especially since he was a psychiatrist himself, so it is no wonder that Xun Yuming thought wrong.
"Who is this?" The next two pages are the information of a patient with aneurysm, and there is a little red heart at the end. Zhuang Yi looks at the specific information: 34 years old, 1.85 meters, weight 140, likes to exercise …
Ah.
"A case my teacher gave me." Xun Yuming glanced up, "His aneurysm is in a very special location, and he has been unconscious after the operation. The teacher asked me to find out why."
"Professor Angus?" Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, and a sentence popped out in his mind - "To be old and not die is to be a thief".
After thinking about it, I felt that my subconscious mind was too vicious, so I closed the book and handed it to him, saying, "Eat quickly, it's getting late."
Xun Yuming looked at him, confused, put away his notes, and ate porridge in silence.
A moment later, the doorbell rang, Zhuang Yi opened the door, and a man in a flowered shirt and black jeans came in from the yard. He was still wearing sunglasses early in the morning, his hair was messy and stylish, and his whole body was full of sophistication.
"Brother, I came here uninvited!" As soon as he entered the door, he took off his glasses, stood sideways and smiled at Zhuang Yi.
Xun Yuming looked at him, then at Zhuang Yi, but remained silent.
"Why did you come here by yourself?" Zhuang Yi seemed to know him very well, patted him on the shoulder, and introduced to Xun Yuming: "Mingming, this is Qiao Ran, the client I told you about last time."
They were blocked in the mountains by landslides that day, and the client who was delayed was Qiao Ran.
"Hi! Brother, why don't you call me Rong Rong? It sounds so awkward." Qiao Ran's real name is Qiao Rongrong. The brokerage company thought his name was too earthy, and they didn't know who to ask for it. They arranged his horoscope and calculated his horoscope, and said Called "Ran" Nenghuo, so he changed his stage name.
Zhuang Yi's parents lived in New York for a while, and Qiao Ran was his neighbor's kid. When he was a child, the carrot head always followed him, "I didn't recognize it at first, but I only knew it was you when I saw the real person yesterday. big."
Qiao Ran booked a psychological consultation with his stage name, and he has changed a hundred and eighty times from a man, Zhuang Yi never thought that he was an acquaintance.
"You speak as if you are much older than me." Qiao Ran couldn't stand his old-fashioned elder's tone, and sat down beside Xun Yuming, smiling like the scorching sun, with high spirits, "Brother, are you free today?" No?"
"It's nothing." Zhuang Yi shook his head.
Hearing the words, Xun Yuming raised his head, lowered his eyelids, and asked calmly, "Aren't you going to the consulting room?"
"Don't go if you have nothing to do." Qiao Ran waved his hand and said with a smile: "I invite you to go for a massage? Don't you have to give me a consultation? I am the most relaxed in the massage teahouse. Hey, I hanged myself yesterday." One day, Wia, my back is still hurting."
After he finished speaking, before Zhuang Yi could answer, he asked Xun Yuming again: "Are you my brother's friend? Let's go together."
"No need, I'm going to work." Xun Yuming buried his head in eating the porridge, wishing he could poke a big hole in the white porcelain bowl, and said coldly: "Excessive massage can easily cause the intima of the blood vessels to tear off, causing cerebral infarction. It can range from paralysis to sudden death.”
"..."
The author has something to say: Xun Yuming: The most annoying thing about acquaintances.
Zhuang Yi: The most annoying tutor.
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