Two weeks after Lang Feng left, Zhou Qichen discovered something very dangerous: he missed him very much.
In fact, Lang Feng did not do less. He was very concerned about Zhou Qichen's life. In the past two weeks, he would send Zhou Qichen the flight number of every flight he took on WeChat, from Monday to Sunday without exception, wishing that he could remember Zhou Qichen's flight calendar more clearly and timely than Zhou Qichen. He would send him a good morning message every morning, sometimes in Chinese, sometimes in English or jokingly in German, "Guten Morgen", and a good night message at night. Before Lang Feng left, he changed the lock screen of his smart watch. Now it uses a dual-clock lock screen with two times, Beijing and Amsterdam. No matter where he flies or what time zone he is in, good morning and good night will always be in Beijing time. When they are free, they always make a video call. Lang Feng remembers every word the doctor told him, and even remembers the date of the follow-up examination very clearly.
On the day of the follow-up two weeks after the operation, he was standing at the door of his house to get a taxi when he received a call from Lang Feng - it was still an international number starting with +31, but this time he had saved it in his contact list, with the name "Evan".
"Should I go to the hospital today? Is there someone to take you there?" It sounded like Lang Feng was outside, where there was a lot of noise. He spoke into the microphone, his voice was quite loud.
Zhou Qichen was waiting for the car he ordered at the door of his house. He said, "Well, it's on the way. I'll go by myself. It's okay."
"Wait a moment," Lang Feng covered the microphone and spoke to the person next to him. It sounded like they were in a public place. "Tell me the result when the time comes."
"Okay, got it. How's it going over there?"
"Still at the airport. Going back to the company to get some documents." Zhou Qichen flipped through the chat history and saw that Lang Feng had indeed just flown back to Amsterdam from Cologne.
"Yeah." Zhou Qichen hadn't thought of what to say, but he didn't want to just hang up like that.
"I'm going to pick up the car. I'll call you back in the evening." Lang Feng said finally.
Zhou Qichen paused for a moment before saying goodbye to him.
In fact, they had just made a simple phone call for several consecutive nights in the past few days. His night was the early morning in Amsterdam, and Lang Feng was used to getting up early and being efficient all day, so he usually wouldn't talk for more than half an hour, but would find a time to call back later.
After the two parted ways, Lang Feng's work schedule was naturally full, and he was still in the recovery period, unable to go out and do anything. Zhou Qichen was not a person who could sit still, so it would be better to punish him to run laps on the playground than to let him stay at home. Now that he finally has something new in his life, he is particularly concerned about it. He understands the reason, but no matter how he thinks, he can't get rid of this subtle sense of imbalance.
After Lang Feng left, he was really bored, so he asked Xu Weiran and Lin Xiao to come to his house for a drink.
Lin Xiao advised him: "You can't just think about others, you have to speak out."
Xu Weiran was more introverted, so she followed Zhou Qichen's lead and said, "Maybe Ah Chen just needs some time to digest his emotions."
Lin Xiao didn't quite agree. She started: "Didn't you just..." She didn't finish the sentence, but turned to Zhou Qichen and said, "Anyway, you know what I mean."