Life With You

Song Xi walked downstairs with George Sheng before he remembered and asked, What were you and Dongxu talking about for so long?

George Sheng said: Teach him to be bad.

Song Xi glanced at him sideways, with suspicion in his eyes, and said after a few seconds: What's wrong with him?

Song Xi still didn't believe that Gu Dongxu would become a monster for no reason. Something must have happened that he couldn't get over.

The two walked to the car, opened the door one after another and got in. George Sheng said: One day, when the principles he has always adhered to have to give in to feelings, what do you think he will do?

Song Xi was stunned when she heard this. She was a smart person after all. She only thought about it for a moment and then asked: Did something happen to his family?

George Sheng replied with a calm expression: In my opinion, it's not a big deal. In his opinion, it's a big deal.

Song Xi frowned: No wonder he suddenly became abnormal.

George Sheng said: Don't worry about him. As a man, he should take care of the family. This is what he should do.

Song Xi whispered: He has nothing to be obsessed with in his life, except being a good policeman. How uncomfortable must he feel at this moment?

George Sheng said while driving: No one said you can't have dreams. It's just that when the time comes, you will return from idealism to realism.

Song Xi looked forward, with a gleam of white light from the street lights in her eyes. Her voice was soft and she said with emotion: Dongxu and I get along very well. Some people say we are similar. In fact, our personalities are different because I don't have the same personality as him. I have desperate perseverance and want to be a good doctor, but now I gradually understand that the disease can be cured, but the heart cannot be cured. I don’t dare to be like before, 100% without any distractions, only thinking about treating diseases and saving people, but Dongxu can do it, he wants to be a good policeman, that is, he only acts in accordance with the law, does not engage in malpractice for personal gain, and every decision he makes is worthy of the uniform he wears.

Every time I see his energy, I feel that my life is very positive. Sometimes when I am hesitant about work, it becomes much easier when I think about him. I just need to live up to my conscience.

The more Song Xi spoke, the more she felt inexplicably sad. She frowned slightly and whispered, I don't think he has done anything wrong now. Maybe I would have chosen this way if he had left me alone, but... suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. Why do people have to face all kinds of choices as soon as they are born?”

Those choices that determine preferences, such as whether to choose black or white clothes, large or small bags, are enough to give people a headache, not to mention the ones that will make them heartbroken once they are chosen.

George Sheng said: If you don't choose, how do you know what you want more?

His voice was very soft, but the weight of these words shocked Song Xi's heart. George Sheng was right, choice is the process of forcing yourself to recognize yourself again and again, and what is unique.

Many times, just one sentence can make people walk out of a dead end. Song Xi's heart suddenly felt clear, and he was no longer afraid of what kind of difficult choices he would face in the future. As long as he let go, it would not be that important.

At the intersection ahead, George Sheng turned left. This was not the way back to Cuicheng Mountain. Song Xi asked: Where to go?

George Sheng said: Eat breakfast.

Song Xi was just about to say what kind of breakfast he should have in the middle of the night, but he looked at his phone and saw that it was five thirty-eight in the morning. It was dark early and bright late in the night city in winter, and the street lights were still on. Song Xi was in a trance and didn't pay attention just now.

He drove for more than half an hour and took Song Xi to a renovated old courtyard house for dinner. Most of these places served private kitchens. Unexpectedly, they also served breakfast. Song Xi expressed surprise to George Sheng, but George Sheng did not return. As soon as the two of them entered the door, a middle-aged and slightly plump woman recognized George Sheng and greeted her with a smile. Only then did Song Xi realize that she was an acquaintance.

The woman led the two of them to a separate room, and quickly brought several small baskets, saying: This one is stuffed with pork and cabbage, this one is stuffed with leeks and eggs, and this one is stuffed with pickled cabbage and meat.

In addition to steamed buns, they also served two large bowls of millet porridge and four plates of different kinds of pickles.

The woman didn't talk much. After saying hello to George Sheng, nodding and smiling to Song Xi, she turned around and went out.

Song Xi asked suspiciously: Is this a special place for eating?

George Sheng picked up the chopsticks, put a bun on the plate for Song Xi, and replied loudly: Her dad turned out to be my chef. My dad likes to eat the buns made by her dad the most. You can try it.

Song Xi lowered her head and took a bite. It was made with chives and eggs. It was obviously vegetarian, but she tasted a strong meaty flavor. She was looking for the mystery of the stuffing when George Sheng said, The stuffing is made from soup stock.

Song Xi took another bite and replied vaguely: No wonder it tastes so good.

George Sheng gave her another piece of pork and cabbage. She finished the first one before he started eating.

Song Xi chatted with him during breakfast time and learned that the old master passed away and passed the craftsmanship to his only daughter. George Sheng was a nostalgic person. He had breakfast at home when he was a child and was used to the taste, so whenever he had the opportunity, he would come here to eat. Something.

Song Xi took a sip of the millet porridge that had been boiled until it was soft and glutinous, and said with a normal expression: People who are nostalgic generally value feelings.

George Sheng said: I feel so much after eating a steamed bun.

Song Xi raised her eyes and looked at him and said, Isn't it cool that you pretend to be aloof despite being a very emotional person?

George Sheng said calmly: Don't talk about love and righteousness, and don't give others expectations and fantasies. This way I don't have to work hard to pretend, and the other party doesn't have to be regretful or disappointed.

In the past, Song Xijue's George Sheng was a cold and ruthless person, but the more you get in touch with him, the more you find out about his principles of life. He seems to be ruthless, but he is just too lazy to go through those empty cutscenes.

If he cares, he will naturally help; if he doesn't care, he will be too lazy to sell favors even if the other party breaks his head.

It was still early, so Song Xi had a rare leisurely breakfast, steamed buns, porridge and pickles, the simplest food, but Song Xi was full, it was so delicious, she tentatively asked George Sheng: Can I Can you pack some to take away?”

Adhering to the concept of sharing good things with everyone, the hospital also has Han Chunmeng and Ling Yue.

George Sheng went out for a trip, and when he came back, he was carrying packed buns and porridge, and even the pickles were neatly packed in boxes.

Song Xi couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He was really eating and taking food. Fortunately, it was George Sheng's face that he was brushing.

George Sheng drove Song Xi to the hospital. When they got there, Song Xi unbuckled his seat belt and said proactively: Come here.

George Sheng saw her intention and leaned forward in cooperation. Song Xi took advantage of the passerby's surprise and kissed him on the face, then got out of the car with the bag.

She only slept for more than three hours one night, but Song Xi was still in high spirits. When she came to her heart, she thought that Han Chunmeng must not have arrived so early, but as soon as she entered the office, she saw Han Chunmeng lying on the table.

Song Xi walked over: Da Mengmeng?

Han Chunmeng slowly raised her head, her eyes were red, and she pursed her lips the second she saw Song Xi, feeling aggrieved and about to cry.