Yiren finished washing up as quickly as possible. The black hair on her forehead was still wet and stuck to her fair and translucent skin. Then she changed her clothes and ran down in a furry coat.
Chang Yue didn't go. Making light bulbs at this time would be too disappointing to disturb their world.
Besides, the view from upstairs is better than from below, and it feels like watching a musical. A pair of lovers hugging each other in the white snow should be particularly beautiful.
Seeing Xie Yiren rushing out, seeing Mr. Zheng picking up Yiren, and seeing Yiren gently brushing the snow off Mr. Zheng's head with her hands, Chang Yue felt some inexplicable feelings in her heart.
This is love, right? Although you are busy every day, you still care about the other person in your heart. Even a stone-like person like Mr. Zheng knows how to stamp out words in the snow on his birthday to wish the people of Xie Yi.
What about yourself? That guy knew how to talk, which made Chang Yue feel distressed. After receiving the Nobel Prize tonight, I must find a bar to get him drunk!
Chang Yue didn't know that when she was thinking about drinking with Su Yun, the smile on the corner of her mouth was very sweet and beautiful.
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"How long have you been standing there?" Yi Ren brushed away the snow on Zheng Ren's head, half of his white hair, she rubbed it with a little force and asked softly.
"Not long ago, you got up so early." Zheng Ren smiled happily. What he was worried about before did not happen. It seemed that the luck value once again showed great power.
"Get up when the time comes." Xie Yiren hugged Zheng Ren hard, then took his hand, put it in front of his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Neither cold nor cold." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head and said with a smile, "You wear less clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
"No, you said you're not cold anymore."
"Okay, go back quickly." Zheng Ren put his hand on Xie Yiren's face and gently held it up. The beautiful snowflakes seemed to turn ugly against the backdrop of the Shay people. He tried to cover the falling snow, but in vain.
"Take this birthday gift for you and go back quickly." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head, then let go, covering the falling snow in the sky with one hand. Even if it was useless, he did so subconsciously, and the other He took off the backpack behind him with one hand.
A few centimeters of white snow fell on the backpack. Zheng Ren brushed it away, thought for a while, and walked into the hotel holding Yiren's hand.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." Zheng Ren said casually, "Here, this is a calendar, and this one is also a calendar."
"..." Xie Yiren suddenly remembered the two trees in front of Lu Xun's house.
"It's different." Zheng Ren smiled happily, "You can only read one page every day, don't be so curious and tear it up all at once. Every page is different. I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"Why two copies?" Xie Yiren asked doubtfully.
"Emm, because when you tear it off one by one, you will see something very interesting." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Well, this is mine. It says on it that I have been there every day since December 10th last year. thoughts."
"Eh? When did you learn these earthy love words?" Xie Yiren was puzzled when the word "missing" came out of Zheng Ren's mouth.
"These are not earthly words of love, just telling the truth." Zheng Ren handed the first calendar to Xie Yiren.
The gift was beautifully wrapped, and after opening it, Xie Yi saw that the date was December 10th. There is a line of writing on it, which is very familiar to me. It was written by Zheng Ren. But it's not written on it with a ball pen, it's printed on it.
It seemed that he had customized it at the manufacturer. Xie Yiren smiled. It was different from the gift he had expected. Zheng Ren was still willing to put his thought into it.
There are no patterns on the calendar, only dark flowers as a background, like the street lights on the snowy streets of Stockholm.
Today is Yiren’s birthday. We made preparations together on the pedestrian street. There were lights, snowflakes, and the rich man played the violin. I couldn’t understand the melody, but I thought the melody was very beautiful in the quiet night.
But soon we received a call from the emergency department, and we ran back to the emergency room for emergency treatment and surgery like wild dogs that had lost their stiffness.
I had a great day today and I miss it.
The text written on the calendar is very straightforward. The poem is not poetry, the prose is not prose, and the love words are not love words. The simplest words describe what happened on this day last year. There aren't even any details, it's simple and plain, just like Zheng Ren's personality.
Xie Yiren's eyes were bright, his hand gently brushed the page, and he asked softly, "What is written on the next page?"
"I'll know tomorrow." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "I remember every day of this year very clearly, don't read it in advance."
"Well, you're just a puppy!" Xie Yiren looked at the calendar with a smile. She tried hard to think about what kind of surprises would appear as time passed day by day.
"This is another book. You can use it as a note." Zheng Ren took out another "Jujube Tree" and said.
"Are the things inside different?"
"Well, it's different. You can see the structure on it in about a month, and you can guess what it is. I've seen the grinding tools, and they are very beautifully made." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Then I'll use it to record." Xie Yi said holding the box.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and go back. It's cold outside and you don't have enough clothes on." Zheng Ren was verbose again.
"I thought you would give me the Nobel Prize medal."
"They all think so." Zheng Ren said, "But that would be too easy and there would be no sense of ceremony."
The only person who can stand on the streets of Stockholm and say that Nobel Prize medals have no sense of ceremony is probably Zheng Ren.
"Hey, what are you going to write tomorrow?" Xie Yiren still couldn't put it down for the first "jujube tree". Knowing that Zheng Ren wouldn't say anything, she still asked softly.
"Go back quickly. I'll see you after breakfast." Zheng Ren tousled Xie Yiren's hair. Looking at the fluffy hair, he felt that her hair was so cute.
"Go upstairs, I'll go back to the room and wash up." Zheng Ren took Xie Yiren back upstairs and sent her back to the room, then let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
It seems that Yiren likes her birthday gift very much, and she still has a whole year to think about next year's birthday... How about redoing the Nobel Prize medal? Seems like a good idea.
Zheng Ren smiled, took out his mobile phone, and sent a WeChat message to Professor Yang.
Brother Yang, how was the patient after yesterday's surgery
To Zheng Ren's surprise, Professor Yang's WeChat message came back in less than a minute.
I watched in the ICU. The baby was healthy. The drainage tube of the pregnant woman produced 60ml of light red bloody fluid after the operation. The condition was stable. The operation should have been successful.
Looking at a line of words, Zheng Ren could imagine what Professor Yang was doing. This time should be around 13 o'clock in the Imperial Capital. It is estimated that he didn't even go to work today. He went to the Women's and Children's Hospital at 8 o'clock in the morning and saw it now.
The operation was successful, as it should be, but Zheng Ren felt better again.