Yuan Yuan ignored him.
There were not many people in the hospital in the middle of the night, and they were the only ones in the restroom. The TV was on, but they were all nighttime commercials, and neither of them spoke, just stared at the commercials.
Chen Donglan didn't dare to talk to Yuan Yuan. When the female anchor on TV introduced him to the magical effect of slimming tea for the fifth time, Chen Donglan turned to look at Yuan Yuan, only to find that he was asleep.
Chen Donglan stood up lightly, pushed the drip stand to the nurse's desk, and asked the nurse on duty for a thin blanket. When he came back, he put one hand on Yuan Yuan with difficulty.
Chen Donglan felt that he was a greedy person. In the past, during festivals, he would make a wish to bless Yuan Yuan with good health and no disease or disaster. But now, he hopes that he can do the same. If he lives well, Yuan Yuan won't worry about his bad friend.
He looked at Yuan Yuan in fascination. He didn't know when the drip was finished. He felt a little pain in his hand, and then he realized that the blood had returned.
Yuan Yuan was still asleep after finding the nurse to pull out the needle. Chen Donglan didn't want to wake him up so quickly, but the hospital chair was not comfortable, and if he slept for a long time, his shoulders and backs might hurt, so he still woke him up.
Yuan Yuan slept lightly and opened his eyes: "Did you finish dripping?" After speaking, he found the blanket on his body, showing an unbearable expression: "I'm very well-dressed, you only have a pajamas and a jacket, how do you put the blanket on? Give me?"
Chen Donglan felt that this was a bit difficult to explain, so he said casually: "I have it too, but I will return it to the nurse first."
Yuan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, not sure if he believed it or not.
It's past four now, but it's Sunday after dawn, so I can go back to make up my sleep. Chen Donglan didn't dare to say anything about taking a taxi home, waiting for Yuan Yuan to arrange.
The two returned to the car with the medicine, Chen Donglan didn't ask where they were going, Yuan Yuan also drove seriously and didn't speak. After a few minutes, Chen Donglan found that their way was to the shared house.
Just as he was about to ask, he heard Yuan Yuan say, "Before moving to a new house, you should move back."
Chen Donglan tilted his head and looked at Yuan Yuan's profile.
Just at the red light, the car stopped, Yuan Yuan also looked over.
In the middle of the night, the street lights shone diagonally, blurring the contours of Yuan Yuan's face, making him look extra gentle.
"Okay!" Chen Donglan nodded heavily, his heart tingling.
On Monday, Chen Donglan no longer had a fever, and his cold was not cured, but it did not affect his work.
As soon as he entered the office, his colleagues stopped him.
"What happened to you?"
Chen Donglan put the things on the table and wondered, "What?"
The colleague smiled and said, "You look so proud," he explained patiently, "You were completely lost in the past few days... No, change the word to a normal one, you can't hold back your soul, how bad your complexion is, and now it's just a different person. What's the matter?"
That's what it was saying. But is it more normal to lose one's soul than to lose one's soul? Chen Donglan said, "I'm moving."
The colleague stared: "Didn't you just rent my house?"
Chen Donglan nodded: "I will still have the lease expired over there, but a friend moved to a new house and invited me to live with him."
My colleague didn't actually understand what was going on, but he was relieved to hear that the house would still be rented for the full time. He asked, "Is that so, where is the new house?"
Chen Donglan said the name of Yuan Yuan's new home.
The colleague recalled the name, and a series of scary numbers popped up in his mind: "It's not cheap, how can you afford to live there?"
Chen Donglan didn't want to explain anything to him, and he was not interested in continuing to chat, so he said perfunctorily, "The house belongs to a friend."
Colleagues have worked with him for so long, and naturally they know Chen Donglan's temperament, so they don't ask questions, but lament that Chen Donglan's character can actually make such friends who can make money.
Chen Donglan's work is a typical nine-to-five check-in system. There is an hour and a half break at noon, and the staff canteen serves free meals.
While eating, there was a message reminder on the phone, Chen Donglan took it out to check and found that there was a new email.
This is something Yuan Yuan doesn't know. Chen Donglan's mobile phone has a third function besides calling and texting, that is, sending and receiving emails, because his relatives living abroad will contact him by email from time to time.
Although the frequency is the highest, it is only twice a year.
The sender of the email was his mother, and it said that his younger brother Xiaode planned to come back to China for the Spring Festival this year with some friends from China. He would come over in about a week, and he was based in T city. I hope Chen Donglan can help me. touch.
At the end of the email, Xiaode's domestic phone number was paid.
Chen Donglan checked the calendar and found that it was less than half a month before the Spring Festival. In his senses, the Chinese New Year is actually nothing special, more like an extended weekend. When he was in the third year of high school, his family went abroad, and every Spring Festival after that, he was alone.
Later, when I lived with Yuan Yuan, I felt even worse about the Spring Festival, because Yuan Yuan would leave T City to go home for the New Year during the Spring Festival, and there would not be an extended version of Yuan Yuan on his extended weekends.
That's not good.
Chen Donglan replied to his mother an email, which meant that he would take good care of Xiaode and his friends, so that she and her stepfather should not worry.
When I went to work in the afternoon, thinking that the Spring Festival was coming, Chen Donglan's heart was filled with panic.
After get off work, it became more and more congested, and it was not until I received a call from Yuan Yuan that I felt relieved.
Yuan Yuan said, "Have you gotten off work?"
"Well," Chen Donglan put away his things and hurried out, "I'm leaving the company now."
"Don't rush out, I won't be here in about half an hour."
According to an appointment before, Yuan Yuan will help Chen Donglan move to the rental house today.
"Okay." Chen Donglan hung up the phone. The mouth agreed, but the pace of walking out still did not stop. He couldn't sit and wait, even if he was blowing cold wind outside, it seemed like he was trying to get closer to Yuan Yuan.
In the end, Yuan Yuan arrived in twenty minutes without waiting for thirty minutes.
When people got into the car, Yuan Yuan said angrily, "I knew you would come out and wait."
Is this blowing him up? Chen Donglan didn't admit it: "I just came out."
Yuan Yuan smiled: "Okay, you say yes."
Chen Donglan had few things, so the two of them cleaned up together, and it didn't take much time. When collecting the odds and ends, a small thing fell out, Yuan Yuan squatted down to pick it up, and at a glance saw a box under the box spring.
… instant noodles.
When Chen Donglan saw that he was paying attention to the bed, he was a little puzzled at first, but after looking over, he found out...
He forgot, he threw the biscuits in the cupboard, but forgot the instant noodles under the bed.
"This is..." Chen Donglan forcibly made up nonsense, "This is from a colleague." This excuse was too far-fetched, but then he thought that Yuan Yuan's family had red wine from Yu Lin, why couldn't he have instant noodles from a colleague
Yuan Yuan couldn't bear to expose him, so he followed him and asked, "Do you want to take away someone else's heart?"
Chen Donglan blushed when he lied: "It's not a big deal, let's throw it away."
Yuan Yuan pretended to be sorry: "That's really a pity."
What's so bad about instant noodles? Chen Donglan held back and did not speak.
Because there are few things, you can take them away when you pile them on the back seat. It was dark when we got back to the shared house, but it was delayed as far as dinner was concerned.
"Do you want to go out to eat?" Yuan Yuan asked.
Chen Donglan thought about it, even if he only made a few simple dishes, it would take an hour to eat. So he said, "Alright."
This is the first time they have eaten together since they lived together except for a group gathering.
Chen Donglan had hardly ever eaten outside and had no experience. The place was chosen by Yuan Yuan, a Cantonese restaurant, which was quite authentic.
Yuan Yuan ordered a few dishes that he was used to, but the waiter crossed out one. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir. It's almost New Year's Eve, and the chef who made this dish has returned to his hometown. What do you think about this dish?"
Yuan Yuan looked at it and had no opinion.
When the waiter mentioned that the Chinese New Year was approaching, Yuan Yuan realized that he had forgotten about it. Every year he goes home to reunite with his parents, staying until the last day of vacation before returning to work.
Speaking of which, Chen Donglan's house was in the same place as him.
"Why didn't I see you home for the New Year?" Yuan Yuan asked.
Chen Donglan took a sip of tea and didn't really want to answer: "The family doesn't live there now."
Chen Donglan didn't want to say more, and Yuan Yuan didn't want to ask.
"Are you going to go home for the New Year this year?" Chen Donglan rubbed his thumb against the carvings on the outside of the teacup, and the uneven touch eased his anxiety.
Yuan Yuan nodded naturally: "I will leave in about twenty-eight."
Chen Donglan responded and said nothing.
After eating the whole meal, his heart was empty.