After a while, Mu Ziyin began to persuade Ying Xiaorong to see a doctor. He leaned against the kitchen door and pleaded in a soft voice, "Xiaorong, tomorrow is Sunday, how about... let's go to the hospital?"
"What are you going to see?" Ying Xiaorong took the ramen out of the bag and threw it into the boiling water for a midnight snack.
"It depends on your question."
Ying smiled and pursed her lips to look at him, her expression not seeming to be happy, "Zi Yin."
"Um?"
"It's nothing, actually. I just don't want to see a doctor. After all, medicine isn't a good thing."
"I know." Mu Ziyin walked in, hugged her slender waist from behind, and said softly, "But you do have a problem now."
"What's the problem?" Ying Xiaorong turned around and asked.
Mu Ziyin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know the reason. I don't know if it's a psychological problem or a pathological problem."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's nothing, Smile. Don't get me wrong. I'm just saying that the reason you have this problem must be due to some influence. Since we are sick, we must see a doctor, right? Whether it's a psychologist or some other doctor, in short, seeing a doctor is something that requires the person concerned to not give up. I also said that I am willing to accompany you and face it with you."
If it was a girl who was really sick, she would definitely be touched by what Mu Ziyin said, but the problem was that she was not actually sick, so Mu Ziyin's words would only make her gradually irritated.
"But I personally don't think there is any problem. I don't want to check."
Mu Ziyin sighed, "Smile, I have changed so much for you, but you don't want to change for me at all?"
In fact, he didn't necessarily want to force her to see a doctor, but he felt that this kind of problem was more or less psychological. Xiaoxiao rarely mentioned her family, so he was afraid that it was because of her father or something that caused this.
Ying Xiaorong lowered her head and said nothing.
After a while, he said, "Ziyin, are you disappointed because I'm not good in that aspect?"
"No, I just think that since we are sick, we have to face it."
"But what if I just don't want to see it for the rest of my life?"
Mu Ziyin was stunned for a moment, and asked, "You don't want to see it for the rest of your life?"
"Yes, do you dislike me? Or, will you choose to break up with me for this reason?"
Mu Ziyin didn't say anything, seeming to be thinking.
After a long while, he raised his eyes, shook his head with a deep gaze, "No, since I chose you, I will accept all your imperfections. If you really don't want to see them, I will respect you."
Ying smiled for a while, and murmured, "If that's the case, why force me to watch it?"
"Smile, if your parents knew you were sick, would they take you to see a doctor? Even if you don't want to, they will force you to go, right? In fact, I care about you so much because I regard you as my closest person. I just want to care about you, not to make you feel that I am forcing you, do you understand?"
Ying Xiaorong seemed to not know what to say. She slowly stirred the noodles in the pot twice with the hand holding the chopsticks.
Mu Ziyin let go of her and said, "Okay, this conversation ends here. I understand what you mean. From now on, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Ying Xiaorong was startled. Mu Ziyin had already gone out.
She stayed in the kitchen for a while, then took out a large cartoon bowl, scooped out the noodles, covered it with a fried egg, and brought it out of the kitchen.
Mu Ziyin sat on the sofa, holding his computer and looking at the online store.
"The midnight snack is ready." Ying Xiaorong calmed herself down, walked over and brought the noodles to him.
Mu Ziyin put down the computer in his hand, smelled the bowl of noodles, and said with satisfaction: "It smells so good, smile, your cooking skills are really good."
Ying smiled and said, "Eat it."
Under the warm yellow light, Mu Ziyin picked up the chopsticks and started eating, as if the stiff atmosphere just now was just an illusion.
Ying Xiaoxiao clasped her hands together and waited until she had almost finished her bowl of noodles before she said softly, "Well... let's go and see."
"Which one?" Mu Ziyin was confused.
Ying smiled and said seriously: "It's the one you mentioned. Tomorrow is Sunday. Let's go to the hospital to check it out."
Hearing this, Mu Ziyin's eyes lit up, "Really? Are you willing to go and see it?"
"Well, let's go check it out."
"You don't resist anymore?"
Ying smiled and looked into his eyes, saying sincerely, "I don't know either, but let's go and give it a try."
Mu Ziyin happily picked her up and spun her around twice.
Ying Xiaorong was so scared that she screamed, "Hey! You just finished eating noodles, how can you hug me? What if you vomit later?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Mu Ziyin waved his hands with a happy smile on his face.
That night, Mu Ziyin stayed at Ying Xiaorong's house. Knowing that she hated being intimate with others, he did not do anything to her. He just put his arm around her waist and slept in her arms.
A dreamless night.
Sunday.
Mu Ziyin got up in a good mood and ran into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He picked up his blue toothbrush, put it in his mouth and said while brushing: "Xiaoxiao, my toothbrush is about to break. When we come back from the hospital, let's go to the supermarket together. I want to buy some daily necessities."
"Okay, is there anything else you want to buy? Please help me check it out."
Mu Ziyin opened the mirror in front of him, looked at the things inside, and leaned out to say, "Xiao Li, your skin care products are almost used up. Let's go to the department store later and buy some while we're at it, shall we?"
"OK."
"I also need to buy a pair of slippers and a set of men's pajamas."
"Okay." Ying Xiaorong was arranging the bed sheets in the bedroom. The relationship between the two of them was as natural and tacit as that of a couple who had been together for many years.
After packing everything up, Mu Ziyin walked out of the bedroom and found a delicious breakfast already on the dining table.
Mu Ziyin sat down and kissed Ying Xiaowei, who was wearing home clothes.
Ying smiled and dodged and said, "Hey! I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"It's okay, I kissed the face."
"You didn't even wash your face!"
"I don't dislike you." Mu Ziyin squinted his eyes, laughing happily, picked up the spoon on his arm, scooped a mouthful of egg fried rice into his mouth, and instantly gave a thumbs up with satisfaction, "Hmm... Smile, your cooking skills are really amazing, dating you, I feel like I've made a fortune, I can eat such delicious meals every day, even fried rice is so unique."
"..." Ying Xiaoxiao frowned, "It's just fried rice, do you need to make such a big fuss about it?"
"I am being modest when I praise you like this. Anyway, I think if I can marry you into my family, it will be the greatest blessing in my life."
Ying Xiaorong's body trembled, and her smile faded instantly.
Mu Ziyin was eating egg fried rice and didn't notice her emotions. He just said cheerfully, "Really? Smile, do you think I'm sorry for saying that?"
"Probably." Ying Xiaowei lowered his head, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes.
"So, you will marry me?" Mu Ziyin looked up at her holding a spoon.
Ying Xiaorong left the table and said, "Don't keep talking about these nonsense during dinner time. Hurry up and change your clothes and go out."
"I'm telling the truth." Mu Ziyin held his chin, obviously not satisfied with Ying Xiaorong's answer, but at the same time he thought Xiaorong might be the kind of person who takes relationships seriously, so she didn't want to talk about promises that she hadn't fulfilled yet. So he secretly told himself that when he made a lot of money, he would definitely marry Ying Xiaorong and make her happy every day.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
They went to see a psychiatrist.
The consultation at the psychological hospital is one-on-one, so Mu Ziyin cannot go in. He sits on the sofa on one side of the hall, reading a magazine and waiting for someone.
Ying Xiaorong went in and came out about an hour later.
Mu Ziyin stood up and asked, "How do you see the smile?"
"Not bad." Ying Xiaowei smiled, as if she was very satisfied with the consultation. "The doctor is very nice. I talked to her for a while inside and was very happy."
"What did you talk about?"
"It was just a casual chat. The doctor said we can go home now. The evaluation will be in two days, and the doctor will call me then."
"Okay, let's go and have a big meal." When he saw Ying Xiaorong putting on her coat, he took the initiative to lift her long hair to make her coat easier to wear.
Ying Xiaoxiao smiled, "You have good taste."
"Of course." Mu Ziyin felt like his tail was sticking up in the sky after being praised.
(End of this chapter)