No matter how long the party lasts, it will end. After taking two weeks off, Lang Feng is going back to Amsterdam.
Until the night before he left, Zhou Qichen hadn't thought about their separation, because they spent too much time together. Whether in terms of schedule or inner feelings, his world was full of this person. Of course, he didn't want to think about what would happen after Lang Feng returned home.
Although his movement radius is not large, Lang Feng still arranges a lot of activities for the two of them from the moment they open their eyes in the morning. Lang Feng will make breakfast, and then the two of them will walk around in the room according to the rehabilitation plan prescribed by the doctor. Occasionally, they will go downstairs in the early morning. The community where he lives is near the airport and there are not many people. Zhou Qichen has observed that only one-third of the rooms have lights on at night. In the morning, there is no one else except for the occasional dog walker. He walked slowly in his down jacket, and Lang Feng said that he was supporting him, but he didn't see him exerting any force with his arms, but his hand was holding his hand tightly. Many times, Zhou Qichen broke free first, and Lang Feng asked him what was wrong. He said at the time that he might run into colleagues or acquaintances in the community. But thinking about it carefully, it was probably because he was not used to this. It seemed that he had always been striving for such a free and open life, and now he suddenly got it through a shortcut, and happiness and joy seemed to be stolen.
If you had asked Zhou Qichen what was interesting about his post-surgery rehabilitation life, the answer would have been no. He was born an extrovert and was good at making friends. Even when he was not working, he liked to go out for dinner and parties with friends. After the operation, he basically couldn't leave the community. But this time was completely different from three years ago. During this week, Lang Feng did all the errands and labor, and he even moved a suitcase of things from the Yueguo Hotel. In just a few days, he made their life together full of rituals—he was the boss, and he traveled across most of Beijing to order 1949 roast duck takeout, saying that he wanted to relive their date, and he also ordered German food. Of course, the latter was not very delicious.
Lang Feng brought six bottles of Pilsner beer to the hospital that day, but he only drank one bottle because he was not interested in drinking. The remaining five bottles went into Zhou Qichen's refrigerator. He drank four more bottles slowly in the next few days. When Lang Feng was drinking, they would put on a comedy. Zhou Qichen would put his arm around his shoulders, and Lang Feng would slowly lean into his arms, turning his head to give him a malty kiss.
A week later, he went for a follow-up checkup, and Lang Feng drove him to the hospital in his dark blue Tesla. After parking the car, Zhou Qichen finally remembered whether he should let Lang Feng accompany him to see the doctor. He glanced in the direction of the driver's seat, wanting to ask him, but Lang Feng did it very naturally. He picked up his folder and went around to the passenger side to open the door for him. The whole set of actions was as smooth as flowing water. He did not hesitate from beginning to end and did not give him the opportunity to speak. Seeing his attitude, Zhou Qichen acquiesced to let him accompany him - after all, he had accompanied the patient during the previous hospitalization observation. The doctor did not know, but it was probably spread among the nurses. He had nothing to hide.