January has come to an end, and the new year is about to usher in. The streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival is strong, but it is still mixed with a little desertedness.
After a busy day, Jane finally sat down to rest. She was spread out on the sofa like a boneless chicken. The coffee on the coffee table in the office was completely cold, and there were coffee stains on the rim of the white porcelain cup, which looked a little worn down.
In the well-known commercial area of Zhongshi, Jianjie Company is just one of many companies. It is located in the corner of several high-rise buildings, like a sunflower facing the sun, neither sad nor happy, shuttling in the busy and prosperous place Unknowingly, Jane is carrying the pressure that young people in contemporary society would have. His office sits on the seventeenth floor, and the tall and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the first twilight. coffee.
The bitterness spread from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, and the coldness dispelled a lot of bitterness, leaving a trace of sweetness.
This kind of stereotyped life is the self-esteem that his parents are proud of.
Jian Jie took out his phone and took out the calendar to look at it. This year's Chinese New Year is a bit early. He originally planned to take the annual leave given to him by the company along with the seven-day Chinese New Year holiday. He didn't expect that the company is money-based, and the previous client just sent it away. This side hastily dispatched three orders to him.
Several colleagues in their group are out of town, and they have to go by train or plane. The order is temporarily accepted here, and the ticket cannot be refunded, let alone resign. They gritted their teeth and prepared to have a computer video together during the seven-day vacation.
fair enough... ...
Jian Jie put away her phone, and sighed leisurely by herself.
The news of his marriage, Jane's mother honked the loudspeaker like a loudspeaker to the neighbors, relatives and friends to tell them one by one, and now let him make such a fuss, this year will not be over.
I don't know why, Jian Jie wanted to laugh suddenly, he packed and sealed the tape to himself, and was wantonly escaping from the gap, hiding in his blood, eroding his sanity.
As for the guilt towards Jane's parents and Jane's mother, when Jane Jie thought of the day when Jia Bei came to look for him, he threw the fruit basket that Gu Yan gave him into the trash can together with it.
Although Jane's father and Jane's mother's supportive growth has made Jane the pride of everyone and the mother's treasure in the eyes of relatives and friends, it also makes Jane's unruly heart even more crooked.
Silently packed the briefcase, turned off the computer power step by step, and left the office, Jian Jie took the car key and greeted the colleagues in the group one by one, ready to leave work.
"Team leader!"
Xiao Zhao was wearing glasses, and hurriedly ran from the elevator entrance in the corridor.
"Huh?" Jane stopped temporarily.
"Your mother is here." Xiao Zhao pointed to the elevator with his finger: "I saw it when I went downstairs to see someone off."
Jian Jie's steady heart skipped a beat, a little dazed: "Whose mother?"
"Your mother."
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Old man Zhang lay in the hospital for three days, and when he saw the medical bill, he felt that all the medicines he took were for nothing.
"This is not curing my illness, this is killing me." Old man Zhang pouted his neck, held the payment slip that the nurse gave him just now in his thin hand, and complained endlessly: "Let's go out of the hospital, go out of the hospital."
Gu Yan peeled the apple with both hands, and said without raising his head: "You paid for your son's medical expenses, and you won't get the money back if you don't stay, it's even more wasteful."
"Nonsense." Old man Zhang's face turned red: "Where is the hospital that won't refund the money, then I have to go to the government to seek justice!"
Gu Yan almost spit out his nose, winking with a funny expression: "Hey, the old man still knows how to go to the government?"
"Bastard!" Old man Zhang rolled up the bill and patted Gu Yan on the head a few times: "Respect the old and love the young, do you understand?"
"Yes." Gu Yan held the apple with all the flesh peeled off in both hands, tilted his neck, and said meanly: "You're hitting me, I'm leaving."
Old man Zhang stopped talking for a moment, the scum that Geng Neck was arguing about leaving the hospital just now was overwhelmed, like a defeated old rooster, he shrank listlessly under the quilt.
"I mean it."
Gu Yan smiled, handed the apple to old man Zhang, looked around at the vacant beds in the ward, raised his eyes casually across the foggy windows, and then whispered: "The government won't care about you."
"I'll sue!"
"Old man..." Seeing that old man Zhang was still stubborn with him, Gu Yan said calmly, "The universe is vast and human beings are great, but who are we?"
Old man Zhang was stunned.
"Not even an onion."
Old man Zhang didn’t know if it was green onion or not, but seeing that Gu Yan would go to the hospital when he had nothing to do in the past two days, he bought a bunch of fruit supplements in a mess, and he couldn’t finish it, old man Zhang shook his head regretfully: "I'm serious, I should be discharged from the hospital. I don't have a good life for a few years at this age. What are you doing in this ward? My parrot is still hungry. I feel comfortable going back sooner."
"It's up to you." Gu Yan didn't persuade much, wiped his hands with toilet paper, and glanced at the alarm clock hanging on the wall of the ward: "How old are you, I can't tell the good from the bad, is it hurting you to be hospitalized? I I went to work, you can stay by yourself, where is the phone note I wrote to you, find it quickly, and why don’t you feel uncomfortable to make that phone call later. "
"Where is your phone?" Old man Zhang stretched out his arm, groped in the drawer of the small cabinet next to the hospital bed, and took out a crumpled piece of paper: "Who is calling?"
"Savior." Gu Yan wrinkled his nose: "My phone is broken."
Old man Zhang Qiqi Ai Ai lay down again, still pitifully holding the blackened apple that Gu Yan had peeled for him in his hand, and he didn't dislike it.
Gu Yan smiled, reached out and pushed open the door of the ward, ready to leave.
A gust of wind suddenly blew out of the window, passing along the glass of the hospital ward, the not very strong glass rattled a few times in the window frame, old man Zhang suddenly called out to Gu Yan.
"Gu Yan."
With the sound of the wind, Gu Yan turned his head.
Old man Zhang is not tall, his face bears the traces of time, and the furrows and wrinkles on his forehead are getting older under the dim light. His pair of unclear but piercing eyes can't tell at all that he was taken by an ambulance a few days ago. People who come to the hospital.
Without the stubbornness just now, old man Zhang seemed to be a different person in an instant, staring at Gu Yan without saying a word.
"Why?" Gu Yan was taken aback by Old Zhang's appearance: "What's the matter, why don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"You gave me my money, right?" Old man Zhang didn't beat around the bush, and went straight to the point.
Gu Yan didn't intend to hide it, but when old man Zhang asked him, he nodded and replied, "Ah, don't worry about paying me back."
"I don't plan to pay it back." Old man Zhang puffed up his cheeks: "You let the nurse lie to me, I'm a wolf, I dream every day that their mother will take them away quickly, and the children want me to die quickly. How can you come to the hospital to give me money? "
Hearing old man Zhang curse again, the corner of Gu Yan's mouth curled up: "Nonsense, I'm leaving."
Watching the background of Gu Yan disappearing behind the closed door, old man Zhang lay down properly, sat up slowly after lying down for more than ten minutes, looked back and forth in the lonely and quiet ward, laughed alone again as if thinking of something.
After leaving the ward, Gu Yan strolled to the nurse's station. The head nurse who asked him to pay the fee last time raised her head and said hello: "To see the patient again?"
"Um."
"You are not relatives, you are too kind." The head nurse saw what Gu Yan was standing there, and knew what Gu Yan meant: "Wait a minute, I'll check."
Gu Yan, who was bored and in a hurry, was good at knocking on the platform
"There are less than 8,000. The patient's body is still healthy, but the heart is still the most fragile organ. Let the patient meditate for a few days." The head nurse urged.
"Keep an eye on it, the old man might run away at any time." Gu Yan half-joked, and casually glanced back, inexplicably saw the waiting chair where he and Jane Jie sat together last time.
Heart disease is a relatively dangerous disease.
He heard this sentence from the round doctor.
Gu Yan felt that his heart had been beating strong and tenacious for nearly thirty years. After coming to the hospital for a few days, he had to take an electrocardiogram to check it out.
Otherwise, why are you always flustered and depressed
sick...
"That's right." Seeing that Gu Yan was about to leave, the head nurse raised her voice to stop Gu Yan: "You leave your phone name here, and the patient's guardian has to fill it in."
"Why is it so troublesome?"
As Gu Yan said, he turned around again, and after writing his name in a fluttering manner, the tip of his pen suddenly stopped.
"It's too ugly, I'll rewrite it."
"That's fine too."
"Rewrite." Gu Yan repeated clearly.
The head nurse frowned suspiciously, and pointed to the blank space next to it: "Write here."
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"Write here." Jian Jie pointed to the blank space of the homework book, and repeated for the umpteenth time: "You uninstalled the Chinese class when you were in school, how can this word be so ugly?"
"Why not write when you can talk?"
Gu Yan was sweating profusely, put his foot on the chair next to him, and sketched a line of words that Jane Jie had written for him.
"When are you two going to end?" Lin Xiaotian lay on the two long side-by-side tables, looking at the electric fan spinning back and forth on the ceiling at an unabated speed: "I'm hungry."
"How do you know how to eat?" Gu Yan threw the pen away and said discouragedly, "Stop practicing."
Jian Jie didn't speak, and handed the pen to Gu Yan again: "Finish this page."
"What is this for?" Gu Yan was surprised and raised his eyebrows: "I wouldn't be so dedicated if I didn't pay my salary."
Seeing Gu Yan's hair stubble, Jian Jie pushed the language book along with him: "This is a text, and it's easy to consolidate after copying it a few times. Do you think Xie Jiang is just for you to practice calligraphy?"
"Teacher Jian, I've admired you for a long time." Gu Yan was unwilling to take up the pen: "Tomorrow, I'm tired."
Autumn evening falls relatively quickly, and when the three of them came out of the classroom after a while, the night had already shrouded arrogantly. Ever since Jane Jie taught him how to write at the beginning of school, the three of Gu Yan and the others were the last to leave the campus. The security guards at the school gate are familiar with each other.
"Aren't you going home yet?"
"Study—" Gu Yan dragged his voice.
"Where are you going?" Lin Xiaotian hung his schoolbag around his neck and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
Jane Jie looked at the time on the phone as it was approaching nine o'clock, and said helplessly, "Go home."
Gu Yan took the cigarette that Lin Xiaotian handed to him, squinted his eyes in the night, and looked at Jian Jie.
There was a rustling wind at the school gate, and the three of them shivered at the same time.
"Are you going to my house?" Gu Yan asked suddenly.
Lin Xiaotian choked out his nose with a puff of cigarettes, and Jian Jie stuck the rejection in his throat instantly.
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