Monitors, infusion pumps, ventilators, micro-injection pumps... Green light flashes on the instrument. Doctors and nurses in isolation gowns are communicating in a low voice to check the data on the instrument.
He used to be familiar with these.
This is the hospital where he and his mother used to work, so there has never been a restriction on the time he can enter and leave the ICU.
After the old man was asleep, he went to the isolation locker room outside the ICU and changed into isolation clothes.
"Gu Lao's disease, all department directors are watching, and even Dong Changting from 301 Kidney has been invited over. He can be regarded as the authoritative professor of the transplant center," Dr. Liao, who has always been close to him, whispered. "Although the situation is not good, but you have done this, you should take it lightly."
When Dong Changting came today, he made an appointment for dinner in advance.
He missed the appointment.
For this person, he may no longer bear hatred after he was a teenager. When I returned to China with my mother when I was young, I still had some anticipation.
And those hidden behind the hatred are actually obvious inferiority complex.
For teenage children, the word father itself has an irrepressible power, plus he is really good enough, so good that he, an ordinary student in a church school, has a low self-esteem of being rejected.
Can go through that period of confusion, hesitating about the future age.
The power of this word naturally disappears.
He didn't answer the conversation, and handed the isolation gown to the little nurse. There was some damp sweat on his body.
"Why does your wife keep coming?" Doctor Liao also handed out the clothes.
"It's not very convenient that I haven't officially married yet."
"When I was doing an internship with you, you were regarded as our hospital worker. I really didn't expect to be fascinated by a little girl," Dr. Liao laughed. "But this little girl is really good. You see after SARS The divorce rate in China? This kind of thing is not something you just want to do. I said, what have you been waiting for without getting married?"
"She hasn't graduated from college yet," he replied, calmly like water, "I will get married when she graduates smoothly."
Doctor Liao made a loud sound and pressed the control switch of the glass door.
When the door opened slowly, he finally figured it out and patted him with a smile, "Post-Ninety?"
With that said, he was really surprised.
I waited until I walked out of the hospital and got into the taxi, and remembered the word again.
From the beginning of his class with Tong Yan, he found that this generation of students is very special. He did not grow up in China, but ordinary people's attitude towards life is really far from those students.
He remembered clearly once when he saw a girl with her hair dyed pink and wearing a sky blue bow rushing into the office, begging the teacher of the basics of law to be merciful, and suddenly there was an urge to laugh.
There are also those pink hollowed-out love letters that I received when I was teaching Tong Yan.
Gu Pingfan saw it, and once sighed that there was something like this before, at most, he would talk about his feelings anonymously. Today's children are really afraid of others not knowing that they like teachers...
After all, it's still a child.
He leaned back in the passenger seat, thinking of what she said, a child missed you with me.
A big child with a small child
It seems that just one is not enough. It is said that foreigners will not have birth restrictions in China. But Ping Fan also said that if both of them are only children, they should be able to have two.
Add her to three. The three children have to bear their own food, clothing and housing.
It seems that it is really good.
Tong Yan left that sentence.
Because I was afraid that my eyes would be too swollen, I hung up the phone with my grandma, saying that I might be home later. Fortunately, in winter, the meat doesn't need to be put in the refrigerator right away. She just carried a bag of bloody chickens and walked to the KFC mixed dinner near the community. When ordering, I don't know if it was because of the chicken or because the face was swollen. The waiter looked at her a few more times.
She was at the sink, soaking a napkin with cold water.
Then he picked a long table in the corner and sat there while pressing his face with a wet tissue, gnawing on the spicy chicken wings.
The glass in front is facing the road and the gate of the opposite community.
After eating two chicken wings, she happened to see a taxi stopping in front of the fresh fruit shop, and instinctively he was back. Sure enough, the person who got out of the low car and quickly stood upright was Gu Pingsheng.
She held the chicken wings in her mouth, took out the phone, and quickly looked at her face from the camera of the selfie.
It's completely better, and it really is an anti-shock physique.
The people in the distance were holding fruits with their heads down, and the lady of the fresh fruit shop was holding something, chatting with him. Because of his height, he politely closed his chest slightly and watched the boss's wife speak.
Tong Yan sent him a message: I am late from get off work, very poor, eating junk food.
On the other side of the road, I saw him fetch the phone from his pocket and looked down.
She continued to chew the chicken wings, but her eyes were fixed on him.
Although the glass is a bit dirty.
But it does not hinder the viewing of beauties.
Gu Pingsheng collected the change from the owner of the fresh fruit shop, put his wallet and mobile phone back in his trouser pocket, and temporarily put the bought fruit on the fruit stand.
Then he turned around and crossed the sidewalk on the road. Halfway through, he happened to encounter a red light. He stood in a large crowd, waiting patiently for the red light to turn green.
Maybe it was because he had experienced some very bad things just now. At this time, watching him walk over, such a beautiful person constitutes such a perfect picture. My heart pounded just by looking at it.
After he saw her, he didn't come in. Instead, he stood outside the glass wall and looked at her, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Tong Yan wiped his mouth clean with a napkin, and silently said to him: I was wrong, and I will never eat junk food again.
I don't know what he was thinking, anyway he didn't speak.
Tong Yan picked up the chicken bag again, and smiled offering treasures: Braised chicken with chestnuts.
Gu Pingsheng raised his eyebrows lightly, a smile spreading across his eyes, and still did not speak.
A car happened to drive past him, and the front lights quickly swayed past him. What else she wanted to say, he suddenly spoke and said two words briefly: Go home.
She nodded, quickly put the phone away, and ran out of KFC.
This feeling of excitement is really like a kid who forgot to bring the key, and finally waited for the parents to go home...
At night, she was standing under the shower head in the bathroom, still wondering when she was so open-minded. It was obviously a few hours ago, and it seemed like a lifetime. It seemed that anything that had nothing to do with Gu Ping's life was not something she wanted to care about.
When she came out wrapped in a bath towel, Gu Pingsheng was sitting on the hanging window reading information.
When he took her to see the house, what the two people liked most was the large hanging window in the bedroom, covered with a thick wool carpet, a low table and cushions, and it became a small room for reading and drinking tea.
Gu Pingsheng was wearing grey cotton sweatpants, sitting there with his feet closed, his back leaning against the glass window. All kinds of documents scattered around the feet and low tables. Because I was working on the project in Argentina, all the photocopies were in Spanish.
He is a man of professional ethics, because all the projects involved are commercial secrets, which are naturally brought out, and they are best not understood by others. She has read a lot during this time, and although she doesn't know the meaning, she can still recognize the appearance of the text.
She approached, and he finally looked up from the many documents.
"It's a real advantage if your mother tongue is English, and there is still room to learn another foreign language," she followed his example, climbed up barefoot, and poked his feet with a smile: "Sir, do you need a foot massage?"
She has been studying with him for several days, and even holding a piece of printed paper, as if carrying her hands and acupuncture points on her back. I almost remember them now, as if they were a Chinese doctor Fu.
Gu Pingsheng couldn't help laughing: "Friday night, a day off, OK?"
"Don't leave it," Tong Yan persuaded hurtfully, "I have learned from practice. Didn't you see that I have stopped taking acupuncture point maps? I tell you, you must be content. Several judges in our court were still complaining that day. The outside foot massages are too lazy, they are all pressed with the knuckles of the fingers. As honest and practical as me, finger belly massages are getting less and less, you know?"
He disarmed and surrendered, letting her, a novice who was worse than an apprentice, practice on her own.
"I want to learn to drive." She followed the steps completely, her fingers were a little sour, and she was leaning against the glass window like him, and suddenly remembered this incident, "So if there is something urgent at home, I can't call it. Taxi, and someone can drive."
"You don't have to deliberately learn to drive. If there is anything, it's still ordinary."
You're really welcome...
Tong Yan deeply felt that Gu Pingfan had such a younger brother, and he was also very worried: "If Pingfan gets married someday? Or just not in Beijing? How can he always be on call."
He finally compromised: "You can wait for the weather to get warmer."
She couldn't wait: "Shall we start this weekend? It's easier to take advantage of my internship."
It is absolutely impossible for Gu Pingsheng to drive again in China unless he retakes his driver's license. So she took it as a task. She took it more seriously than anyone in a driving school. After she really practiced it, she found that the teaching in Chinese driving schools was extremely unscientific. Basically, she wanted to go on the road calmly. Find a remote place to practice with Gu Pingsheng every night.
The teacher who taught her likes small talk and asked her what her boyfriend does.
"It's a lawyer," she laughed, "and I are a professional."
"Okay, I will introduce him to the case in the future. Now people really like to go to court. Several of my neighbors are looking for a lawyer to go to court every day. What kind of property and support are really getting more and more caressing."
"He is not qualified to fight a lawsuit... He is a non-litigation lawyer," Tong Yan couldn't think of much explanation. "It's that someone else invests in a project and helps people look at investment agreements, legal negotiations, and so on."
She actually didn't know exactly what he was doing every day.
I just remember that one time I went to wait for him to get off work. The department secretary explained that he also had a video conference for legal negotiations on hedge fund investment. When she reached the door of Gu Pingsheng's office, the frosted glass door of the meeting room just opposite was pushed open.
The meeting room is full of senior non-litigation lawyers, in suits and leather shoes, all in black. He turned his back to himself, his back was straight, and his voice was calm and steady that he had never heard before: "The changes marked here do not conform to market practice. We refuse to accept such unreasonable requests..."
The rest is separated by a slowly closing glass door.
The negotiation that night was very late, and the meeting didn't come to an end until she wiped out all the cookies in the office. Gu Pingsheng went back to the office, took off his tie and threw it on the table, sitting down very tired.
Tong Yan looked really distressed. She leaned against him and kneaded his shoulders and arms. Seeing that he seemed to be immersed in work, he found a very boring question and interrupted him: "I never speak English. Name, you say, what is better?"
He considered for a few seconds, then smiled and answered her: "EVE."
"EVE?" Tong Yan thought for a while, "Twilight?"
"Eve."
She was speechless: "This kind of name is not suitable for others..."
"If you stay in the court to work, you shouldn't have the opportunity to use an English name," Gu Pingsheng felt more and more good. "This name can be used at home."
EVE, Eve. Because of the story of ribs, it has become the most beautiful name...
Tong Yan turned the steering wheel and continued to listen to the driving school master talking about various civil disputes, but his consciousness fluttered away.