[are you in the school?]
When WeChat came back, Fu Zhixing was eating.
Holding chopsticks in one hand, he lowered his head, held his mobile phone in the other hand, and replied to Ruan Yue: [Well, I'm eating out. How are you?]
He sat on one side of the long table for four people, and Meng Hao sat opposite him with another boy in the class. Seeing him like this, he smiled and joked, "Are you texting Xiao Qingmei again?"
Fu Zhixing put down his phone and glanced at him, "You can't even stop your mouth with rice?"
"puff-"
The boy on the far side snorted, and hurried to get a teacup.
Meng Hao was used to being bullied by him, and he was not annoyed at all when he heard this, but sighed meaningfully, "Some people, if they put a little bit of intellectual energy in studies into emotional energy, they would have embraced beautiful women long ago. It’s back, this dawdling, looking forward and backward, maybe even the cooked duck will fly away.”
"..."
Fu Zhixing glanced at him quietly.
Meng Hao asked back without fear of death: "Don't tell me, you don't actually like Ruan Yue?"
"Eat your meal."
Fu Zhixing picked up the phone again.
Of course he knew why Meng Hao said this.
Class 18 and Class 19 are separated by a wall. Although Ruan Yue is cold-tempered, she is considered a prominent figure in the grade. The boys often talk about her in private.
For a while, Lu Chen has been chasing her.
But feelings are never just wishful thinking. He has known Ruan Yue for so many years, how could he not know her mind
It's just that they are still young, so they shouldn't waste their time on falling in love.
[The fever subsides now. However, the laboratory test revealed that it was a mycoplasma infection, and it took a few days for drips, so my mother was hospitalized.]
Looking at the phone, Fu Zhixing restrained his thoughts, and replied: [Then you have a good rest, I will send you some review materials tomorrow.]
…
in the ward.
Ruan Yue put down her phone, just as Yan Shuning bought some food and came in.
Because Ruan Yue was ill, he brought pork bone soup noodles, and asked the store to carefully pack the noodles and soup in lunch boxes. After testing the temperature, she handed it to Ruan Yue with a smile, "It's still a little hot, be careful."
"Thank you, Uncle Yan."
Thanking her with a smile, Ruan Yue looked up at the door.
Zhao Bingzhi was on the phone outside, and after a while, she heard a few words intermittently, and concluded that the person on the other end of the phone should be Ruan Chengyi.
When she came in, Yan Shuning asked, "What else do you have to say to him?"
There were only the three of them in the ward, so Zhao Bingzhi didn't see out, put down his phone and replied, "It's not about the divorce."
Upon hearing this, Yan Shuning became concerned, "An appointment for tomorrow?"
Zhao Bingzhi gave a "hmm" and said, "Tomorrow New Year's Day, we will meet with the divorce agreement outside the hospital, and we will go through the formalities after the festival."
"Then I will go with you."
"What are you going to do?"
Zhao Bingzhi glanced at him and couldn't help laughing, "We divorced by agreement, and we haven't reached the point of screaming for beatings and killings. Be quiet and don't cause trouble for me."
"..."
Yan Shuning choked, "Your tone sounds like my mother."
Ruan Yue was somewhat surprised when the two of them talked to each other, and their voices fell on their ears.
After so many years, she has rarely seen her mother like this. She has to say that Uncle Yan is a wonderful person, he knows how to make her mother open her mind.
After dinner, Zhao Bingzhi went to work again.
Yan Shuning didn't leave either, and stayed with Ruan Yue in the ward, fearing that she would be bored, and even took the initiative to tell some exciting and dangerous experiences when she was on a mission.
One afternoon, just like that.
next morning.
Not long after Ruan Yue hung up the hanging bottle, Cheng Xiao and Fu Zhixing arrived together.
Because she had repeated fevers, she lay down after breakfast. Yan Shuning and Zhao Bingzhi were worried that talking inside would affect her rest, so they stood outside.
Yan Shuning was leaning against the railing, Zhao Bingzhi was standing on the corridor, and when Fu Zhixing appeared from the corner of her eye, she turned around.
When she was hospitalized before, Cheng Xiao also saw her, and when she saw someone, she smiled and called, "Auntie."
Fu Zhixing also raised the corners of his lips, and politely called out "Aunt Zhao," then looked at Yan Shuning, and greeted with a smile, "Uncle Yan."
Yan Shuning glanced at him up and down, "It's grown taller again."
His eyes flicked over his two hands holding things again, and he saw a stack of materials in a paper bag, and raised his eyebrows amusedly, "You are so diligent, do you still have to find time to study?"
Fu Zhixing smiled lightly, "It's for Ruan Yue. The final exam is coming soon, and I printed out some key points. She can review it when she is free."
Yan Shuning was stunned for a moment, nodded and sighed, "Be careful enough."
Watching him go in, he turned to Zhao Bing and said, "Like a father, like a son? I remember that at that time, Fu Heng always sorted out the key points for you."
"..."
Zhao Bingzhi glanced at him and said nothing.
The atmosphere froze suddenly.
Yan Shuning laughed dryly, turned around, grabbed the railing with both hands and looked towards the garden, wishing to bite his tongue off.
Standing beside him, Zhao Bingzhi's eyes fell on the door of the ward.
What Yan Shuning said was actually correct.
Their grades are not as good as Fu Heng's. At the beginning, she didn't expect that with her level, she would be able to get into the medical school. After she passed the exam, she was at the bottom of the class, just right, she often went to Fu Heng's place in the name of asking for advice. He thought she was annoying, and often sent her a lot of materials, and she had to read them, and her professional grades gradually improved in the process.
Pulling his mind away from the chaotic past, Zhao Bingzhi raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "I'll go in and tell Yue'er that I can go."
She made an appointment at eleven o'clock in the morning to meet Ruan Chengyi in a coffee shop outside the hospital.
Watching Zhao Bingzhi and Yan Shuning out of the ward, Cheng Xiao turned to look at Ruan Yue, "What do you do uncle, you are so handsome!"
"A soldier."
Ruan Yue thought for a while, "I don't know what the specific position is, but I heard from my mother that he has been in the army."
"No wonder no wonder!"
Cheng Xiao had an expression of "I knew it", "Looking at it, I feel different from ordinary people, especially aura, handsome!"
Ruan Yue laughed, and looked up at Fu Zhixing.
Fu Zhixing put the fruit in his hand on the table, and took out a stack of review materials he brought and put them on the paper bag. Seeing Ruan Yue looking at him, he said: "The three compulsory exams of politics, history and geography I have printed them all for you, as well as the key ancient poems and sentences in Chinese, and the error-prone vocabulary in English. You can recite them after you finish playing the bottle and you are fine. I printed some classic questions for you in mathematics. You marked it with a red pen, you are bad at math, so don’t forget to read it.”
He gave a lot of instructions at once, and Cheng Xiao said "Hey" enviously at the side, "It's too happy to be ill and have the first grade give priority."
Fu Zhixing coughed lightly, "If you want, I'll scratch it for you later."
"That's great!"
Cheng Xiao looked at Ruan Yue with a giggle, "Because of the beauty of our family."
After she finished speaking, seeing Fu Zhixing still standing, she felt like a big light bulb, she got up casually and said, "To show my thanks, I'll treat you to milk tea first, Ruan Yue, what do you want to drink?"
"Just the ones you usually drink, let's see what's there."
"ok."
Cheng Xiao looked at Fu Zhixing again, "How about you, monitor?"
"I am free."
After Fu Zhixing finished speaking, Cheng Xiao took his bag and coat and left the ward.
When she was there, the ward was quite lively, but when she left suddenly, the ward became quiet. Fu Zhixing raised his eyes to look at the drip bottle, and tentatively asked Ruan Yue, "Do you want some hot water?"
"Need not."
Ruan Yue shook his head.
"Then shall I peel an apple for you?"
Fu Zhixing took an apple out of the plastic bag, rinsed it with water, took out a knife from his trouser pocket, and said to her with a smile: "The store said they were all candied apples, and I couldn't tell the difference, don't you?" Do you like something sweet? Peel one and try it."
His fruit knife is new.
Ruan Yue watched as he took out the knife and went to the bathroom to flush it. After coming out, he sat on the stool next to the bed, lowered his head, and gently wiped off the water on it with a paper towel.
The ward was well heated. After he entered, he took off his down jacket, leaving only a white sweater with a half turtleneck on his upper body, paired with dark blue jeans and white sneakers.
Clear and bright, clean and thin...
The pain in my heart spread impermeably, Ruan Yue leaned back on the erected pillow, stared at him without blinking, the dazed and silent look made Fu Zhixing raise his eyes and see Smiling, he stopped peeling the apple and asked her softly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ruan Yue's hand under the quilt was gradually clenched against the bed, she just looked at him like that, pursed her lips, and asked hesitantly: "You...do you like me?"
Fu Zhixing was taken aback.
The fruit knife cut through the peel and almost scratched his hand.
He got up subconsciously, put the half-peeled apple together with the knife in the lunch box on the table, stood there, and didn't speak for a long time.
Ruan Yue smiled and lowered her head, "I'll just ask casually, you don't need to answer."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft sound from the single bed.
Fu Zhixing sat sideways by her bed. After thinking for a while, he asked in a funny and helpless voice: "Do I like you... Ever since you were a child, can't you feel it?"
A tear fell on the quilt.
His heart trembled, and he raised his hand to hold Ruan Yue's hand that was about to wipe away tears, "I like it, I don't like who do you like? Now I'm crying, are you made of water?"
One sentence after another fell on her ears, Ruan Yue wanted to raise her head, but her heart was torn and hurt. Of course she could feel it, but she always thought that her feeling was wrong, just like what he said, he despised her for being coquettish and hypocritical , all the kindness he treated her was because of the friendship he had grown up with since childhood.
She cried inexplicably, which made Fu Zhixing very annoyed. He held her hand with both hands, "I didn't lie to you, really. I have liked you since I was a child, but I didn't say it because I felt that it was not time yet." .Don’t cry, okay? If you like to hear me say this, then I will tell you every day from now on.”
"Who wants you to say every day—"
Ruan Yue choked up and pulled out her hand.
Fu Zhixing tightened his grip all of a sudden. Seeing her tearful appearance, he couldn't help laughing, "Then why are you crying? Aren't you afraid that I don't like you?"