He got up and pushed his chair in front of Jiang Jiusheng. He sprayed some disinfectant on the consultation chair and pushed it away.
Oh, Shi Jin has a slight obsession with cleanliness.
Jiang Jiusheng hesitated whether to sit or not.
Shi Jin saw her concern, smiled and said, "It's okay, you sit down, I don't mind."
She was no longer shy.
Shi Jin stood leaning against the table, eyes narrowed slightly, and asked Jiang Jiusheng casually and peacefully: "It's almost dinner time, do you want to have dinner together?"
She shook her head: "No, I'm leaving the hospital today."
This time, she came to 'farewell'.
The smile on Shi Jin's lips faded: "Is there something urgent?"
"Work." Jiang Jiusheng was concise and to the point. The showbiz was flashy and not suitable for Shi Jin, so he didn't explain much.
Shi Jin frowned slightly, and asked, "Tour?"
It really was a illegitimate meal.
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, and asked without thinking: "November 11, do you have time?"
November 11th is the third show of The Nine tour, so she asked, it was an invitation.
Shi Jin bent the corners of his lips: "I will make time for that day."
"You don't need to buy a ticket, I'll give it to you," Jiang Jiusheng said.
He smiled Duanfang, as gentle as jade, and asked her: "Fan benefits?"
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and shook his head: "It's Xie Li, I have troubled you these few days." He took a sip of warm water, "You can go with your friends."
"The only friend I have is you." His tone was serious, without any ups and downs.
Shi Jin was gentle and courteous to others, but he had never been close to others. Even Jiang Jiusheng, who had known him not long ago, could see the loneliness and alienation in his bones.
Like a painting through the window, although beautiful, it is not real. This is how Shi Jin felt for Jiang Jiusheng.
She tried to be as casual as possible, and said: "I heard that you and Dr. Xu are classmates."
Shi Jin thought for a while, and explained their relationship: "We are plastic flowers."
Xu Qingbo who had just walked to the door: "..." Through the door, he roared, "Neurosurgery consultation, it's up to you whether you want to go or not!"
He should have slept on a fake bunk bed in those years.
On the same day, Jiang Jiusheng was discharged from the hospital, and Mo Bing sent her back to the apartment.
"I pushed all the announcements for you, but half a month later there will be an awards show that requires you to attend, and you have been nominated for Best Female Singer and Best Composer."
Jiang Jiusheng hummed, his hands were not feeling well under the plaster cast, and he slumped lazily on the sofa.
Mo Bing gave a few more words of advice, and then left Jiang Jiusheng's apartment. The elevator door opened, just in time to bump into Shi Jin who was coming back from the hospital.
Mo Bing greeted: "Doctor Shi."
Shi Jin nodded, and replied, "Miss Mo."
Very polite, but also very cold and very distant. I don't know why, but every time she looks at Shi Jin's upside-down face, she always has a feeling of turmoil. He is clearly an approachable gentleman, but his vigor makes people tremble with fear.
"My Shengsheng's hands are inconvenient. If there is anything wrong, I have to bother Doctor Shi." After all, Shi Jin is a doctor in the neighborhood.
Shi Jin said naturally, "It should."
"..."
No matter how strange it sounded, Mo Bing simply stopped talking, bid farewell to Shi Jin, and entered the elevator.
For two consecutive weeks, Jiang Jiusheng was busy with the concert and the new album, the company and the family were on the same line, and except for Xiao Qiao who would come to cook for her, she was almost isolated from the outside world.
Oh, by the way, Jiang Jiusheng is not good at cooking, he only knows two staple dishes, fried rice with eggs and instant noodles.
The award show that Mo Bing mentioned earlier was today, at 8:00 p.m., at the International Convention and Exhibition next to the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and Mo Bing called at 3:00 p.m.
"The dress has already been delivered by Xiao Qiao to your apartment, and the stylist is also on the way, you go there first, Mingyao has something wrong, I will arrive later."
Mingyao is a young artist newly signed by Mo Bing. She has a wild personality and is still in the running-in period.
Jiang Jiusheng hummed, hung up the phone, got up and took his clothes to take a shower, guessing that Xiao Qiao was about to arrive, so he opened the door, hiding it. The security system of the apartment is very good, and she is also very good at Sanda. The electronic lock in the bathroom is very strong. If you dare to enter the room in broad daylight, you are looking for a fight.
In her bathroom, Xiao Qiao came.
When Jiang Jiusheng heard the knock on the door, he responded, "Wait for a while, I'll be right away."
After turning off the water and wrapping up a bath towel, Jiang Jiusheng wiped her hair while walking towards the living room: "I can't lift my hands yet, you can help me wipe my hair, the stylist—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
Jiang Jiusheng froze in place.
Shi Jin was standing by the door with his back straight: "Do you need me to avoid it?"
Bath towels are wrapped around the chest. In late November and autumn, the temperature is low. The hot water must have been turned on too much. Jiang Jiusheng felt hot everywhere. The towel in his hand to wipe his hair was soaked, and his palms were damp.
Shen Sheng was silent for a long time, and she tried to use a casual and ordinary tone: "I'll go back to my room and change clothes. If you don't mind, you can sit down and wait."
Shi Jin looked away for a while and nodded.
Jiang Jiusheng immediately dragged the cotton to the bedroom, the footsteps were disorderly.
ten minutes later.
Jiang Jiusheng, face up to the sky, with wet hair, was wearing home sportswear and sat on the sofa opposite Shi Jin.
"What to drink?" she asked.
Shi Jin said, "Yogurt."
She also likes yogurt. Shi Jin is good-looking and has good-looking hands. She should also look good when drinking yogurt. For no reason, Jiang Jiusheng thought so.
She got up to get it, opened the refrigerator, oh, just realized that there was nothing in the refrigerator except peach-flavored yogurt, water and eggs.
She turned her head and asked Shi Jin: "Is the yellow peach flavor okay?"
Shi Jin smiled lightly: "Yes."
She gave him a bottle of peach-flavored yogurt.
He took it, removed the straw, opened his mouth to hold it, pursed his light-colored lips slightly, took a sip, rolled his Adam's apple, and held the yogurt box with his slender fingers.
Taking another sip, he let go of the straw and licked his lips, the cold white lips were slightly rosy.
Jiang Jiusheng stared at the straw on Shi Jin's yogurt box. Oh, it turns out that Shi Jin also likes to bite on the straw when drinking yogurt.
So lovely.
Hands, and lips, are beautiful.
Drinking yogurt can make you look attractive and commit crimes, except for Shi Jin, there should be no one else.
Jiang Jiusheng looked away, unable to use her plastered left hand, she opened her mouth to bite the plastic bag on the straw.
"I'll help you."
Shi Jin reached out to take the straw in her mouth, tore it open, and after inserting it, handed her the yogurt box, his movements were very slow, without arrogance or impetuosity.
Gentle and elegant, unparalleled in the world.
These two words really suited him, Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help thinking, how could two adults drinking yogurt make her distracted frequently.
She took it and said, "Thank you." After taking a sip, the tip of her tongue felt sour and sweet, with an indescribable taste, she subconsciously bit the straw, and asked Shi Jin, "Are you here for something?"