The next afternoon, Wen Wan underwent a complete set of examinations. The doctor took various reports and said "very good" several times. From the smile on his brows and eyes, it can be seen that Wen Wan's current condition is very good.
The doctor also praised Zhou Yanqing very seriously, saying that he is patient and the emotional bridge he has established with the patient is very solid, so the patient's condition will be greatly improved.
Zhou Yanqing didn't dare to take credit for this. From the conversation between the doctor and Song Yu, he learned that he had tried similar treatment methods on Wen Wan before, but the effect was minimal, and even had the opposite effect, so he had to give up.
He believes that the reason why he can succeed this time is purely because of luck.
After Wen Wan's inspection was over, Aunt Zhao took her for a walk by the lake, Zhou Yanqing and Song Yu also went together.
The sun in early winter is gentle and warm, pouring down on the body to make it warm. There is a little breeze by the lake, but it is not cold.
"My wife looks more energetic today than yesterday." Zhou Yan said, looking at Wen Wan's thin and bony back.
"Well, thanks to your help." Song Yu thanked him sincerely.
Zhou Yan felt ashamed and didn't dare to take the blame, but he didn't pretentiously veto Song Yu's thanks: "The main thing is that Aunt Zhao took good care of her." In a simple sentence, most of the credit was given to Aunt Zhao.
Song Yu answered absent-mindedly, and stopped suddenly after walking a few steps. Zhou Yanqing walked ahead, seeing that Song Yu hadn't followed, he also stopped, and turned to look at him.
The two stood facing each other with a distance of two meters.
"Xiao Zhou." The words had rolled over several times on the tip of his tongue, and finally Song Yu couldn't help asking: "You... why are you so kind to me? Is it because I sponsored you back then?"
Zhou Yan was slightly surprised, and immediately understood that what Song Yu said about being nice to him should refer to being gentle, but he just felt that he had done something within his power, and he didn't think it was nice to Song Yu. .
Standing for a long time, seeing that Song Yu was still standing there waiting for an answer, Zhou Yanqing had no choice but to lick his lips that tend to dry out in winter, and said, "My high school was difficult, and I had already decided to finish it. I stopped studying in the last semester. You came to our school to record the program and subsidized a group of poor students, so that I can continue to study and have the opportunity to go to university. I am very grateful for your support to me all the time, and I always want to return you."
If Song Yu really thinks that doing such a small thing is for his own good, then this is the best answer Zhou Yanqing can think of.
But wanting to repay Song Yu is only one of the reasons. At the beginning, he was grateful to Song Yu. After getting to know him through various channels, he appreciated it. After knowing what happened to him, he felt distressed. All the feelings mixed together are the real answer, but he can't say it and doesn't have to say it.
Zhou Yan lowered his eyes lightly, his heart beating like a drum, and he felt as if he was expressing his love for what was obviously a normal passage.
As soon as Song Yu said this, he knew that Zhou Yanqing had misunderstood, and he blamed him for asking without beginning or end. His "be nice to me" really contained too much, and he couldn't say it out yet. But he thought, even if he asked, Zhou Yanqing might have the same answer.
Although he was faintly disappointed, Song Yu didn't show the slightest downcast look on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Yan said slowly: "Mr. Song, the reason why I didn't say that I was your sponsor when I first joined the job was because it wasn't time to say it. I... I think a certain One day I stood in front of you not as an assistant but in a proper capacity and told you this, not trying to lie to you."
Song Yu recalled what Jiang Cheng said to him in the hospital, Zhou Yanqing said it very implicitly, but he arbitrarily equated Zhou Yanqing's words with Jiang Cheng's words, In this way, the faint sense of loss in my heart was swept away immediately.
"Yes." He took two steps forward, "Let's go further."
The two continued to walk forward, and when they reached the edge of the artificial lake, Song Yu, who had been silent all the time, asked again: "Then have we talked?" He frowned and looked at Zhou Yanqing in distress, "Although I have already thought about it. It's been two days and I still can't remember if we ever talked, should we?"
Zhou Yanqing never thought that Song Yu would remember the hasty encounter in the classroom back then. At that time, he was a reckless and ignorant high school student. It has been six years since now, and his appearance and personality have changed a lot. Song Yu does not remember. Normal, so he wasn't disappointed. He even hoped that Song Yu would never think about it, because he felt that he was very bad at that time.
"I have spoken, and you encouraged me a few words." Zhou Yanqing finished his sentence lightly, and then added with some embarrassment, "You also gave me chocolate to eat."
chocolate
Some familiar images quickly flashed in my mind, a block of chocolate wrapped in light blue plastic. Zhou Yanqing often carries a few in his pocket. He gave it to Monica and Auntie Cleaning. Zhou Yanqing also put a few in his suitcase when he went to the island to record a show.
Song Yu suddenly realized that many years ago, he was emotionally unstable for a period of time. He was addicted to chocolate and would carry a few pieces with him wherever he went. Later, because eating too much affected his sleep, he gave up abruptly.
A few years ago, he participated in a TV program in City B and then went to Qingyang High School to record the location.
It turned out that Zhou Yanqing gave the clue a long time ago, but unfortunately he didn't remember it at all.
"Is that the kind you often eat?" Song Yu asked knowingly in a low voice.
"Yeah." Zhou Yan replied calmly, "It's delicious."
"Okay." Song Yu replied, as if making some kind of promise.
Aunt Zhao pushed Wen Wan onto the bridge, and the two of them basked comfortably in the warm winter sun, Zhou Yanqing also followed.
Song Yu followed slowly, took out his mobile phone from a long distance, took the back view of the three of them into the camera, and took a photo, full of warmth almost overflowing the screen.
The three of them watched the scenery on the bridge for a while and then walked to the other side of the bridge. The mobile phone in their hands suddenly buzzed. It was a call from Chai Richeng. , walked aside and picked up the phone.
"Teacher Song, go back!"
Someone patted his left shoulder, and Song Yu subconsciously turned to the left, but Zhou Yanqing was standing behind him on the right, quietly, he had walked half a circle around the artificial lake and came back.
Song Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were attracted by a bunch of dull hairs on Zhou Yanqing's head. It hadn't appeared for a long time. It might be because of the strong wind on the bridge that it curled up like a bean sprout. Every time he saw this lock of hair, Song Yu felt itchy and wanted to smooth it out, but he never took action. Today, he finally stretched out his hand as he wished without any scruples, and gently pressed down the lock of hair.
However, as soon as it was pressed down, the lock of hair stopped stubbornly and fluttered in the wind.
"Pfft, hahaha." Song Yu couldn't help laughing, the curvature of his mouth fully showed his joy.
Zhou Yanqing was shy and nervous: "Is my hair sticking up?"
There are two swirls on the top of his head, which grow together side by side, and the lock of hair in the middle of the two swirls always sticks up. He would flatten it every morning when he washed it, but sometimes it would still stick up no matter how hard he pressed it.
"Well, yes." Song Yu suppressed a smile, "But it's cute."
Zhou Yanqing thinks that the word cute should be used on a delicate girl like Monica. Song Yu used this word to describe him. He felt ashamed, but also a little secretly happy, and at the same time, he felt ashamed because of his own happiness. feel ashamed.
He blushed, turned around and left, and said quickly as he walked, "Aunt Zhao has already gone upstairs, and I'm going back too."
Song Yu quickly chased after him, unable to bear to tease him any more: "Don't worry, watch the road, I still have something to tell you."
"What's the matter?" The expression on Zhou Yanqing's face became serious when he heard that something was wrong.
Song Yu said: "Don't be nervous, it's not a big deal. I just want to tell you, don't call me Teacher Song in the future."
"What's that called?" Zhou Yan nodded lightly, and asked subconsciously.
"You can call me by my first name or brother, but don't call me such a pretentious address." Song Yu smiled narrowly, "Also, don't call my mother Mrs. or Auntie, okay?"
Song Yu wanted to say these words a long time ago, but just like he didn't have the courage to reach out to smooth the "restless" hair on Zhou Yanqing's head, he was still unable to say these words. A change of address often means a change in interpersonal relationship and a psychological change. He is already afraid and cowardly, so he restrains himself and keeps the distance between Zhou Yanqing within an appropriate range. But now, he no longer has those fearful feelings of walking on thin ice. There is no one in this world who is more worthy of his trust than the young man in front of him.
Zhou Yanqing didn't feel flattered, but felt uncomfortable. The changes in Song Yu in the past two days made him very panicked. Song Yu in the past was like snow, soft on the surface but cold to the touch, but now Song Yu is like water after the snow has melted, quietly flowing into people's hearts.
"This...is not appropriate." Zhou Yan warned himself lightly, not to get dizzy.
Song Yu didn't give him another chance to refute. He crossed his arms, and said naively and domineeringly: "That's it, I'll punish you if you call out again..." He really couldn't think of what to punish. Reluctant, "The matter of punishment will be discussed later, you go upstairs, I want to go out for a while."
"Going back to the company?" Zhou Yanqing asked worriedly, if he was going back to the company, he would also like to follow.
"No, I made an appointment for dinner." Song Yu saw his thoughts, "Even if you go to the company, you can't go. Have you forgotten what I said? You can't see Meng Shiping recently."
Zhou Yan nodded obediently: "Then be careful on the road."
Song Yu strictly corrected him: "It's 'you'."
Zhou Yanqing had no choice but to repeat stiffly under Song Yu's burning gaze: "You...be careful on the road."
"Okay, let's go upstairs." Song Yu patted Zhou Yanqing's shoulder and watched him walk into the building.
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I've been slow and less lately, I'm really sorry, but I'm stuck like a sewing machine with a broken belt, so I can only worry about word. I hope you don't get angry after chasing it, I write seriously, everyone chases it casually, don't get angry after chasing it, okay