In-house help system

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the city is like a sleepy behemoth, lying on the ground and dozing off.The semi-curved hospital building stands upright in its embrace.Through the glass inlaid on it, you can see the white light from each room. They are closed one after another, and the black and white squares are spliced ​​together in an orderly manner, just like tiles are laid on the gray and black wall.

Ji Wenliang walked towards the parking lot.

The parking lot, which was still crowded during the day, became empty at this time, and the shoes stepped on the reflective ground, overflowing with a clear sound.

Just as he was about to take out his car keys, he caught a glimpse of a car parked alone not far away.

Both the model and the license plate number are very familiar.

Six hours ago, the hospital admitted an emergency patient, and temporarily added another operation. Feng Ming was the chief surgeon. The operation was completed an hour ago, and Ji Wenliang stayed to sort out the case, and he was delayed until this time to get off work.

But Feng Ming got off work earlier than him, so he should be home, why is his car still parked here?

Are you waiting for me?

Unlikely.

He approached lightly, and saw through the glass of the front window that Feng Ming was lying on the steering wheel, his body rising and falling gently with his breathing.

It turned out to be asleep.

Feng Ming originally performed four surgeries today, but added one temporarily in the evening. During the surgeries, the doctor's spirit was always in a state of high tension, no wonder he was so exhausted.

Being a doctor is really hard work.

But it's not good to sleep like this, what should I do if I catch a cold?

Thinking of this, Ji Wenliang couldn't help but feel distressed, and lightly knocked on the car window.

Didn't wake up.

I tapped hard again.

The people in the car moved, pinched the bridge of their noses with their hands, and then the side window slid down slowly.

"Teacher Feng, why haven't you left yet?"

Feng Ming's voice was still somewhat hoarse, "I fell asleep somehow."

"Are you tired?"

These words hit Feng Ming's heart lightly like the horn of a beast, he raised his head to meet Ji Wenliang's worried gaze, and then turned away again.

"There have been too many surgeries recently."

"How about I help you drive? Anyway, we are on the same road, it's too dangerous for you to drive like this."

Seeing Feng Ming hesitate, he added: "Don't worry, I have five years of driving experience, and I can drive very steadily."

Feng Ming finally opened the car door, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Just after a rain, a thin layer of rainwater accumulated on the wide road, and the high-speed rotating wheels rolled over, and clusters of mercury were splashed and fell again.

The cool wind blowing in through the half-opened car window was very pleasant.

Feng Ming leaned against the back of the seat, being blown by such a wind, he became much more awake.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Ji Wenliang's delicate face.

He suddenly discovered that Ji Wenliang had a magical power - no matter what request or suggestion he made, it was hard to refuse.

The considerate behavior is very natural, and there is no trace of deliberately ingratiating.

Such a good self-cultivation is not developed overnight.

"Your home is in this city?"

Ji Wenliang glanced at Feng Ming.

His gaze was unpredictable, Feng Ming asked: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just find it strange. In my impression, Teacher Feng wouldn't ask such a question."

As long as you are a normal person, you will unconsciously pay attention to what others think of you. As for whether you will take these opinions into your heart, that is another matter.

"Your impression? What impression?"

Feng Ming became interested.

"In my impression, Teacher Feng is very busy every day, seeing endless patients and performing endless operations, and doesn't care about trivial things like whether my family is in this city or not."

"You mean I don't care about other people."

Feng Ming hit the nail on the head.

"I didn't say that," Ji Wenliang showed a wronged expression, "You are a doctor, you see too many people every day, how can you care?"

Ji Wenliang was right, with so many thrilling scenes of life and death, watching too much would inevitably lead to numbness, and adding too much emotion would also make one physically and mentally exhausted.

Throwing away all personal emotions is good for yourself and for the patient.

From this point of view, I really haven't cared about others for a long time.

"Take my car to work tomorrow? I'll wait for you downstairs at seven o'clock."

"what?"

The change was too fast, and Ji Wenliang didn't react.

"You send me back, your car is parked at the hospital, if I don't send you to work tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be told again that I don't care about others."

Ji Wenliang knew that Feng Ming was a punctual person, and when he arrived downstairs at seven o'clock, Feng Ming was waiting for him in the car.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and got in the car.

"Teacher Feng, you didn't have breakfast, I brought you some snacks."

Ji Wenliang held two paper bags in his hand and handed one to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming opened it and saw that it was exactly the kind of dim sum he had eaten before.

It turned out that he said before that he would make it for himself again, it was really not a polite word.

"Thank you."

The thorough morning sun shines on the road, and the roadside trees exude a fresh breath.

"Why don't you eat?"

After the car drove for a certain distance, Feng Ming saw Ji Wenliang holding the paper bag and looking at the scenery on the side of the road.

Ji Wenliang was actually a little hungry, but he thought that he was in someone else's car after all, and it would be impolite to eat, so what if he dropped crumbs?

"I'm not hungry, go to the hospital and eat."

Then there was an inappropriate grunt.

Feng Ming concentrated on driving the car, pretending not to hear.

The lie was exposed on the spot, Ji Wenliang's ears turned red quietly, and he silently opened the paper bag in order not to make another gaffe.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

When the car reached the corner, a car in front seemed to have encountered an emergency and stopped without warning. Feng Ming slammed on the brakes, and Ji Wenliang, who was drinking water, choked sharply.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Are you OK."

The paper was placed between the driver's seat and the co-driver's seat. Feng Ming reached out to take it, but grabbed a slender white hand and let it go abruptly.

It was only for a moment, so short that he thought the warm and smooth touch was just an illusion.

Ji Wenhao didn't seem to take it seriously, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The car behind started to rush, Feng Ming turned his attention to the road ahead, put his fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped lightly.

A cup of tea, a dish, a word of caring... Ji Wenliang penetrated into Feng Ming's life as silently as the air—a bizarre dream that made him react and his own reaction after waking up from the dream.

In the evening of that day, after Feng Ming got off work, he and Ji Wenliang took an elevator upstairs as usual. When the elevator was about to close, several young girls came up, holding beer and large bags of snacks in their hands. Logo of a supermarket chain.

As soon as they entered, the sound of playfulness filled the space.

"Squeeze again, I haven't come up yet."

"Don't come up, we won't take you to play."

The voices of laughing and joking sounded one after another, and the crowded force was transmitted like waves.

"Ouch."

A girl standing next to Ji Wenliang was squeezed out of balance and almost fell down, Ji Wenliang held her up.

"Thank you."

Ji Wenliang smiled at her tenderly, "It's okay."

Finally, all the talents went up, and the elevator started to run.

Feng Ming stood behind Ji Wenliang and was squeezed into a corner. They were so close that they could share each other's body temperature.

Suddenly, Feng Ming caught a trace of freshness, like the aroma of some kind of shower gel, or the aftertaste of washing powder left on the shirt, or a mixture of the two in an unknown ratio.

He lowered his head, his eyes touched the white neck, he immediately looked away, and stepped back as hard as he could.

But the smell couldn't be avoided no matter what. Fortunately, he arrived on the 19th floor soon, and he escaped in a panic, avoiding bursts of laughter.

But that fragrance quietly woke up in his dream in the dead of night.

Limbs intertwined, fiery breath sprayed on the ears, and the current that penetrated into the bone marrow spread out from the most sensitive place and rushed straight into the brain.

The person in his arms seemed unable to bear such a collision, and a vague voice rolled in his throat.

"Teacher Feng."

Feng Ming woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, the bedroom was pitch black, he stretched out his arm and turned on the bedside lamp, the dim yellow light cast a halo on the table.

He leaned against the head of the bed, held his forehead with his palms, and felt the wetness. Beads of sweat lay down his cheeks, leaving streaks of water.

The heartbeat is infinitely amplified by the night.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ming finally turned off the lamp, lay down again, closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, and let his body fall into the abyss.

In an instant, he was back in the bright elevator.

Time seems to be equipped with a progress bar, which is pulled quickly, and frames of pictures are skipped with distorted chatting and laughing.Finally, at a certain point, it stopped.

Time began to flow at its original speed.

"Ouch."

The girl standing beside them staggered.

Ji Wenliang reached out to support her.

"Thank you."

"It's ok."

The elevator went up slowly.

Nothing has changed.

The fresh breath wove into an invisible net again, enveloping Feng Ming's heart. This time, he didn't retreat.

In front of them, there was an invisible mirror, through which he could see every expression on Ji Wenliang's face.

Now, that clear face is still calm, and under the light of the light, it reflects a soft light.

Suddenly, the person in the mirror frowned, showing doubts, turned his body tentatively, and then flashed a flash of surprise, as if he had discovered something unspeakable, embarrassment, embarrassment, and embarrassment alternately appeared on his reddish face.

Provoking crime.

Feng Ming gently wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and this time they were really sticking together.

The person in the mirror immediately showed a flustered expression, and immediately looked around, realizing that there were still many people here, he closed his pink lips, held Feng Ming's strong arm with his hand, and tried his best not to disturb others Pulling outwards, trying to break free from the restraint, but everything was in vain. Feng Ming grabbed his ten fingers with his backhand, pulled back, completely restrained his body, lowered his head, and pressed his lips on his snow-white skin. neck.

The surrounding light and shadow dimmed, and the steady elevator swayed, like a car bumping towards dusk on a mountain path covered with gravel.

"Ding dong."

The reminder sounded, the elevator stopped, the door was opened, and the noise swarmed out, leaving the room silent.

There were only two people left in the cramped space.

Feng Ming's actions were finally bold.

He kissed his ear, his cheek, and then thrust him into the corner of the elevator, biting his lips.

The author has something to say:

Ji Wenliang: It's really difficult to fall in love, can I just sleep with him?

Feng Ming: Yes.