Five days later, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu finally returned to City Y.
I originally planned to fly directly to City Y, but at that time Song Xuanhe’s wound was already infected. Dr. Nathan suggested that it would be best for Song Xuanhe to go to Country X’s neighboring country Z to stabilize the wound and recuperate for a few days before returning to City Y, so Regardless of Song Xuanhe's protest, Xiao Yuanmu stayed in Country Z for three days to make sure everything was stable before heading back to City Y.
Municipal Hospital of Y City.
After Dr. Nathan changed Song Xuanhe's medicine, he brought someone to Song Xuanhe not long after.
Song Xuanhe looked at the person who came, smiled at him, and said, "Long time no see, Doctor Yu."
"Mr. Song." Yu Yan nodded coldly, "I heard from the teacher that you and I are old friends, but I remember that we only met a few times."
"But Zhou Nan and I are good friends." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips and said, "Please sit down."
Yu Yan's expression changed slightly, and after looking at Song Xuanhe, he sat down beside him. Dr. Nathan smiled and said something was up, and then left by himself.
"What do you want me for?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at the closed door and said, "I know you worked in the Xiao family before, so I want to ask you about the current situation of the Xiao family."
"I only stayed in the Xiao family for a month." Yu Yan said, "I don't know the situation of the Xiao family."
"Is the person who made things difficult for you before Xiao Bocong's person?" Song Xuan asked softly, "There are several doctors in the Xiao family, and each doctor is in charge of a different person?"
"I can't answer your first question." Yu Yan said: "The second one I can tell you is that the Xiao family has its own medical team, and each doctor has his own professional area of responsibility. doctor."
"But there are also masters who are better friends or more familiar." Song Xuan said softly: "Otherwise, there will be troublesome incidents."
"This has nothing to do with the Xiao family, it's just an unavoidable situation in every workplace." Yu Yan said calmly: "If there is competition among peers, there will be suppression, which is very normal."
Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow: "Then why are you following Xiao Yuanmu alone now?"
"Because Dr. Nathan is my teacher." Yu Yan said: "If you want to know something, I suggest you ask Mr. Xiao instead of me. If he wants you to know, you can know everything. If he doesn't want you If you know, it’s useless to ask me, I know your relationship, if things between couples need to be explained through others, it won’t last long.”
With the last sentence, Yu Yan's expression darkened a little, obviously thinking of something.
Song Xuanhe knew what kind of character Zhou Nan was, and also knew that in the relationship between Zhou Nan and Yu Yan, Zhou Nan was indeed ignorant. As Zhou Nan's friend, he also wanted to poke Yu Yan's pain, so he changed the subject Said: "Do you know how to speed up after the wound is infected? And I suddenly want to eat boiled fish fillets, can I eat it?"
"I heard from the teacher that you are in good health. Now that the wound has been treated, you can go back to recuperate in a short time. It doesn't take too long to heal. Let's eat boiled fish after you recover."
Yu Yan got up and said: "If there is nothing else, I will go out first."
Song Xuanhe nodded, and then said: "My mobile phone was confiscated by Xiao Yuanmu, if it is convenient, please tell Zhou Nan that I am now in City Y, but don't tell him my current situation, please gone."
Yu Yan paused, pursed his lips and wanted to refuse, but saw Xiao Yuanmu push the door in, he swallowed the words again, nodded slightly to Xiao Yuanmu, and left the ward.
"Are you looking for Yu Yan?" Xiao Yuanmu walked to Song Xuanhe's side, put the porridge that had just been cooked on the table, and opened the lid of the heat preservation box while saying, "The chicken porridge you want to drink."
"There's so little meat." Song Xuanhe picked up a spoon to stir it, and lowered his eyes and said, "I want to ask him about your situation in Xiao's house, but I didn't expect him to reveal a word."
Xiao Yuanmu took out the prepared side dishes one by one and placed them in front of Song Xuan and the porridge bowl, and said lightly, "Just ask me what you want to know."
Song Xuanhe put down the spoon: "How is your father, the head of the Xiao family?"
"Still in treatment." Xiao Yuanmu sat down on the other side of the table, his tone was difficult to distinguish: "His doctors are very careful, and he is in a good condition now."
"You have wasted so much time in looking for me in country X, don't you need to go see him?"
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, looked at Song Xuan and the drooping eyelashes, and said, "Your wound has never healed before, so I haven't told you about it."
"What?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyes to meet Xiao Yuanmu's.
"Dr. Nathan said that you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I have sent someone to pack up my apartment. You can move directly to my apartment tomorrow."
Song Xuan and Tongren shook for a moment, then looked around and said to him: "This is a gunshot wound, how can I recover so quickly?"
"Your wound didn't hurt internal organs or bones, so you recovered very quickly." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "Now the infection has been dealt with. You just need to wait for the wound to heal. Someone will help you change the dressing after you go back."
"I think… "
"Don't you dislike hospitals?" Xiao Yuanmu looked at him and said, "Or do you just don't want to live with me?"
"No." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips: "If you leave the hospital tomorrow, you can leave the hospital tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded, quietly watching Song Xuan and drinking porridge.
After Song Xuanhe finished drinking, he cleared the table and waited for others to clear everything out before saying, "When your wound is healed, I'll make you whatever you want to eat."
Song Xuanhe leaned on the pillow, raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu, suddenly thought of something, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Do everything?"
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Xuanhe's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to hook Xiao Yuanmu's neck, staring straight at his lips, with a hint of malice at the end of his eyes: "Guess."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to kiss his lips. In order not to tear his wound like last time, between lips and teeth intersecting, he did not forget to hold Song Xuan and keep him from moving around, kissing him while kissing. He said in a low voice, "You can eat whatever you want."
After the two separated, Xiao Yuanmu turned on the computer he brought to work as usual, and Song Xuanhe took his camera to look at the photos he had taken before, and occasionally drew a picture on the paper when inspiration came, but it only took more than five years. In a few minutes, Xiao Yuanmu's gaze will sweep over, and then Song Xuanhe will put down the pistol and lean back on the pillow knowingly, because he has been doing this for the past few days, so Song Xuanhe's movements are very familiar.
"Don't move."
Xiao Yuanmu only gave a light reminder, and then continued with his work.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, picked up the sketchbook in front of him, and began to sketch towards Xiao Yuanmu who was working.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his head, before he could speak, Song Xuanhe took the lead and said, "I drew a sketch, two minutes."
"Don't get involved with the wound."
Xiao Yuanmu continued to work with his head down. Song Xuanhe finished the sketches and looked forward. During the few days in the hospital, he had spent countless sketches of Xiao Yuanmu, each of which was not delicate, but It vividly depicts his own shadow, allowing people to see the movement and mood of the person in the painting at a glance.
Louis once saw Song Xuanhe's paintings very novel, because there are not only sketches in this book, but also some silent paintings based on memory and imagination, but no matter what it is, in Song Xuanhe's paintings, Xiao Yuanmu's The mood always becomes very easy to understand.
Song Xuanhe never deliberately portrayed his eyebrows and eyes, but those who read the painting can understand Xiao Yuanmu's mood through this painting. This is a very magical experience.
Obviously, the people in the painting can be recognized as Xiao Yuanmu at a glance, and the movements and demeanor of the people in the painting have the usual shadow of Xiao Yuanmu, but they seem to be different from the Xiao Yuanmu they saw.
— This is Xiao Yuanmu in Song Xuanhe's eyes.
Simple, pure, without a trace of hazy and unpredictable.
Louis asked Song Xuanhe: "How did you guess Xiao Xiao's mood through his unchanging expression and eyes that could not see any emotion? Also, how did you draw this picture? I suddenly felt that Xiao It has become very easy to understand, obviously nothing has changed, but it seems that everything has changed, if possible, can you draw a picture of me? I am curious what I will look like in your eyes."
Song Xuanhe originally planned to agree, because in his opinion, painting anyone is a practice, but before he agreed, Xiao Yuanmu came back, and he rejected Louis' request for Song Xuanhe.
Xiao Yuanmu said: "He can only paint me."
Louis left angrily, and Song Xuanhe added many sketches of Xiao Yuanmu in different situations to Song Xuanhe's notebook. Xiao Yuanmu would look through it occasionally, and would frown when he saw a certain painting, as if he was lost in thought.
Once Song Xuanhe asked him: "Why are you frowning when you look at my paintings?"
Xiao Yuanmu didn't take his eyes off the painting in his hand, and said in a low voice, "What were you thinking when you drew these paintings?"
"I didn't think about anything." Song Xuanhe said, "I'm just drawing."
Xiao Yuanmu asked again: "Then what do you think I am thinking when you draw me?"
"Work?" Song Xuanhe guessed: "Whether the cooperation project is successful, whether the project proposed by others is feasible, thinking about the next step..."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu lightly interrupted Song Xuanhe, spread out the notebook in his hand for Song Xuanhe to read, pointed to himself typing with downcast eyes in the painting, and said, "I'm thinking of you."
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, but did not answer.
Xiao Yuanmu continued: "At that time, you had been drawing for three minutes and fifteen seconds, and I was thinking whether to remind you."
Song Xuanhe paused, Xiao Yuanmu turned to the next picture, the man in the painting raised his eyes to look at the person outside the painting, his brows and eyes were sharp but his eyes were not sharp, instead there was a hint of softness: "This is what you said coquettishly." When you say you want to eat mango."
Song Xuanhe coughed, frowned and asked, "When did I act like a baby?"
"You told me that if you don't eat mangoes, your wounds will get worse." Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him lightly: "Isn't this acting like a baby?"
"Then you are thinking about me in this painting?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows angrily.
"I was wondering, if I gave you a mango, would you give me a kiss, like you bribed me when you said you wanted chicken legs?"
Song Xuanhe stared wide-eyed: "I was just an accident that time!"
That time, he had just finished changing his medicine, and while playing on his mobile phone, he happened to see a photo of chicken drumstick rice sent by someone else. Mu made a request, Xiao Yuanmu refused him without even thinking about it, and even said very heartlessly: "Not only can't eat today, but before your wound fully recovers, you can't touch any greasy and spicy things, I will see looking at you."
Song Xuanhe was under his strict supervision for a few days, plus he had some worries, and he was depressed for a long time, so he asked him when he was upset for a while: "Don't you want to work? Is it possible that you can stay here all the time and not let others I'll buy."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and said: "I have arranged more than a dozen people inside and outside your place, and no one can avoid my people and send you food."
Song Xuanhe knew he couldn't beat him, pulled up the quilt and wanted to lie down, but forgot that the needle was still stuck in his hand, the blood flowed back quickly as soon as he moved, even the needle on his arm moved, Xiao Yuanmu saw He quickly wanted to press his wound and call the doctor over, but he didn't expect Song Xuanhe to be unsteady when he was half sitting or not. There was still a wound on his waist, but Xiao Yuanmu pulled him, and he let out his breath in an instant. The strength fell to him.
As soon as he fell down, Xiao Yuanmu went to help him again, and the two accidentally bumped into each other, and their mouths brushed lightly.
Song Xuanhe didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to say that the accident was that he deliberately acted like a baby and kissed him to bribe him, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I won't bribe you just for a chicken leg."
Xiao Yuanmu said: "I will miss you because you kissed me."
An ordinary sentence without any ups and downs, uttered by his clear voice is more restrained, but it makes Song Xuanhe's ears red in an instant, and he no longer argues with him.
Later, every time he drew a picture, what Xiao Yuanmu said would always come to Song Xuanhe's mind: I am thinking of you.
While drawing, Song Xuanhe was in a daze. Five minutes passed without knowing it. When Xiao Yuanmu looked up, he saw Song Xuanhe's eyes wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking. The muscles in the waist should not affect the wound.
But he still reminded: "Five minutes."
Song Xuanhe came back to his senses suddenly, but he hadn't completely escaped from the memories just now, and blurted out a sentence without thinking: "Are you thinking of me?"
Xiao Yuanmu's typing fingers paused and hung in the air.
Song Xuanhe reacted in an instant, he looked away, and said: "You seemed to be thinking about me just now, but I think it's better for you to work hard when you are working. After all, I am sitting here, and you don't need to worry about it." think."
"Then what were you thinking just now?"
Xiao Yuanmu closed the computer, crossed his fingers against his chin, his long eyelashes were facing Song Xuanhe's direction, and his dark eyes were shining with a dim light.
"What am I thinking?" Song Xuanhe blinked, with an innocent expression: "You should know that I don't think about anything when I'm painting."
Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips and said, "I thought you were thinking of me."
"You are right in front of me." Song Xuanhe said, "I have nothing else to think about."
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "You mean, do you think about it when I'm not around?"
Song Xuanhe choked for a moment, and reluctantly said: "Maybe occasionally."
"Under what circumstances?"
Hearing that Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be interested in this kind of topic, Song Xuanhe covered his wound, frowned a little and said: "I'll lie down for a while, the wound is a bit uncomfortable, call me when I eat."
As he said that, he had already put the sketchbook on the table, retracted himself under the quilt and closed his eyes.
A smile flashed across Xiao Yuanmu's eyes, and he said with a chuckle, "Good afternoon."
Song Xuanhe didn't make a sound, and seemed to be fast asleep.
The warm air of the air conditioner was flowing, and the sound of Xiao Yuanmu's typing on the keyboard could be heard softly. Occasionally, one could smell the cold fragrance floating in the air, so ethereal that it was almost nothingness. It was the smell of Xiao Yuanmu's body.
Song Xuanhe closed his eyes, breathed the air that could hardly smell the smell of disinfectant, and heard the continuous light sound not far away, as if the air was full of leisurely and comfortable comfort and warmth, which made his eyebrows stretch, A little bit into deep sleep.
Not far away, the sound of Xiao Yuanmu typing on the keyboard stopped. He slowly got up and walked to Song Xuan and the bedside. After staring at him for a long time, he kissed the corner of his slightly hooked mouth, and then returned to the original place. position continues to work.