In-house help system

Feng Ming has lived for more than thirty years, and he has never been in such a mess.

He walked for more than ten minutes in the heavy rain and majestic night, his shirt was completely wet, his trousers were covered with mud spots from the car, and the rainwater flowed down his hair in strands, turning everything in front of him out of focus. In the photo, he wiped his face vigorously, but soon it was blurry again.

Two hours ago, he had just finished treating a patient. On the way back to the infusion room, he suddenly received a call from the delivery man. The other party spoke with a foreign accent, saying that there was no one in a black coat in the infusion room.

"Sir, it's really not there. I've searched three times, but I can't find it. The address is correct, right... Wait a minute, I'll ask the nurse."

There was a weak conversation on the phone, and after a while, a capable female voice sounded clearly.

"Hey, it's Ji Wenliang's family. This patient is too shameful. He pulled out the needle by himself... Yes... Now people don't know where to go..."

Feng Ming didn't listen to the next words, he ran to the infusion room, but he didn't see Ji Wenliang.

"That... sir, this is here, here you are, I wish you a pleasant meal." Probably noticing that his expression was wrong, the delivery man carefully handed over the takeaway.

Feng Ming touched the bottom of the lunch box, it was completely cold.

He called Ji Wenliang first, but the phone was still turned off, and then took a taxi to his home. This time the spare key opened the door, but no one was in the house.

I asked a few colleagues, and they all said there was no news about him. In the end, Song Jie reminded, did Dr. Ji go back to his parents' house?

After going around a few times, I got to the address.

Feng Ming never expected that he would meet the other party's parents under such circumstances.

"You are..." It was Ji's mother who opened the door, perhaps because of the cold weather, she was wearing a gray sweater.

"Hi aunt, I'm Feng Ming."

Ji's mother hesitated for a moment, then scanned Feng Ming from top to bottom through the gold-rimmed glasses that slipped to the bridge of her nose, and opened her mouth for a long time before she let out an ah.

"Oh, you child, why do you wear so little and don't even put on a coat in such a cold day? Your sleeves are all wet. Come in quickly."

The sound of "children" moved Feng Ming's heart. He took half a step into the entrance and stopped immediately.

The muddy water from the trouser legs was dripping onto the white tiles.

Ji's mother found the slippers, and seeing Feng Ming was not moving, she lowered her head and took a look.

"Oh, it's okay. The floor was mopped in the morning. It's not clean after a day. Come in," he turned his head and shouted, "Old man, come out quickly! There are guests at home."

Ji Wenliang also came out of the bedroom, seeing that it was Feng Ming, he closed the door again.

"Wen... You look at this child, so ignorant," Ji's mother smiled apologetically, "I'm sick and not feeling well, don't mind."

"I'd better go." It was impulsive to find this place, and with Ji Wenliang's attitude, Feng Ming suddenly felt that he was humiliating himself.

However, Ji's mother refused to let him go, she found clean clothes and told him to change, and brought tea and water.

Are you busy with work recently?Oh, surgery, you always have to be a little tired, have you finished your meal?Look at you child, why haven't you eaten so late?you young people...

"Oh, that's enough, that's enough, the nagging is not over yet," Ji's father couldn't stop listening, and said impatiently, "Isn't the porridge still cooking in the kitchen?"

Ji's mother just remembered this and patted her head.

"Look at my memory, Wen Liang has a bad appetite, I cooked porridge for him, and you eat it too."

After all, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

Feng Ming also followed.

Cooking for the sick, Ji's mother didn't do anything, just clear water and white porridge, and boiled two more eggs.

She put the porridge into a large porcelain bowl, and took out two more bowls from the cupboard.

"Auntie, let me deliver the porridge."

Mother Ji froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, that's good."

Ji Wenliang was lying on the bed, and when he heard the movement of the door, he hurriedly closed his eyes.

A slight sound came from the ear, and a warm palm was placed on the forehead.

"I know you're awake."

Ji Wenliang's eyelashes trembled, but did not move.

There was a sag on the side of the bed, and Feng Ming sat on it.

"What you want to say and do, you can be more direct."

"You don't have to torture me like this."

With such a guarantee, Ji Wenliang opened his eyes, met Feng Ming's calm eyes like the sea, and said, "I'll listen to you."

Feng Ming thought that he was still young, and fresh energy came and went quickly, and he couldn't say goodbye in an open and honest manner, so he changed a way to alienate himself.

These days, he seems to be in a world of ice and snow, pain and doubt intertwined, rampaging in his heart.

But he would rather hear him reject it himself, cut off all his hopes.

"I don't know what you want to hear."

"That's good," Ji Wenliang seemed to be waiting for this sentence, slowly sat up, half leaned against the head of the bed, and pulled the quilt over his body, "I want to hear Qiu Luoluo."

Feng Ming was taken aback suddenly, "Who did you hear that from, Chen Zheng?"

Facing his doubts, Ji Wenliang wanted to turn his head away, but held back, looked into his eyes, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Don't care who I listen to, anyway, I know, you still have to hide it." ?"

The room was so quiet that breathing could be heard.

In the end, it was Feng Ming who broke the silence.

"It turns out that you are angry because of this these days. Yes, we had a relationship when we were in college, but we broke up later."

"Why did you break up?"

Feng Ming couldn't help but asked, "Is this very important?"

He still refused to say it, Ji Wenliang was a little cold-hearted, he turned on the phone, flipped to Qiu Luoluo's photo, and held it in front of Feng Ming's eyes.

"I heard from them that I look a lot like her."

It is a great insult to regard one person as another person's substitute. Although Ji Wenliang is not a proud person, he is absolutely unwilling to bear such grievances.

Feng Ming stood up suddenly, supporting the edge of the bed with both hands.

"Who told you? There's no such thing—"

Ji Wenliang interrupted him, "Then how do you explain it?"

"I..." Feng Ming hesitated to speak.

Ji Wenliang felt uncomfortable for a while, and a sore feeling flooded into his eyes, he turned around suddenly, picked up the quilt and covered his head.

Seeing him like this, Feng Ming became flustered, knowing that no matter whether apologizing, kissing or hugging would work this time.

"It's really not what you think, I..."

I went to lift his quilt, but I couldn't pull it off, so I had to give up.

Sighed.

"I told you, and you wouldn't believe me, but thought I was lying to you."

"You are a doctor, so you don't believe in ghosts and gods. To be honest, I don't believe it either."

"But I really don't know how to explain all this."

What ghosts and gods?Ji Wenliang pulled off the quilt, and slowly turned around, revealing a pair of red eyes.

Feng Ming caressed his eyebrows, "Did we meet somewhere? Before you worked?"

Ji Wenliang's heart trembled. Could it be that he was talking about the fact that he secretly came to see him when he was in college?

Feng Ming asked like this, but he didn't expect Ji Wenliang to answer, as if he was talking to himself: "I don't know when, a consciousness popped up in my brain, I'm waiting for someone, I don't know his name, What does it look like, I don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman, I just know that I’m waiting for him.”

At first, Feng Ming was terrified by his own thoughts, because his education and his experience told him that this was too ridiculous and impossible.But even so, this idea still lingers.

Gradually, he found that it would not affect his life, so he ignored its existence.

Until Qiu Luoluo appeared.

When he saw her for the first time, Feng Ming was stunned, because the shadow in his memory suddenly had a clear face and a body, and the shadow came alive with Qiu Luoluo's smile or frown. .

Although his face was as indifferent as usual, his hands trembled slightly.

Later, Qiu Luoluo began to appear frequently in his life, and he knew that she was pursuing him.

He agreed, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.

But as the relationship deepened, Feng Ming found that the face that was originally clear in his heart was blurring a little bit, Qiu Luoluo's smile, walking posture, and expression when speaking... The more he understood her, the more he felt that everything was wrong.Until she stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and approached him shyly to ask for a kiss, Feng Ming's heart suddenly felt cold - he didn't love this person.

Without warning, he breaks up with a girl.

After that, so many people came and went in his life, but the shadows in his head never met anyone again. Feng Ming gradually became disheartened from disappointment, and even wondered if he had a mental problem. To solve the problem, he also checked some medical books.

Even if he saw Ji Wenliang, he didn't dare to be sure, he was afraid that everything was an illusion again, so he chose to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

After hearing Feng Ming's explanation, Ji Wenliang's heart beat violently.

This matter is indeed absurd in the eyes of ordinary people, but Ji Wenliang dare not take it lightly.

Could it be... Could it be that Feng Ming's consciousness also had the memory of Feng Li remaining?

"Then...why did you accept me later?"

"Because I was afraid that you would run away." Feng Ming smiled.

He is still selfish, He Ning's appearance made him realize his feelings, and he doesn't want to miss such a person.

"That is to say, you are not sure if that shadow is me now, but what if you find out that it is not me in the future?"

"It's okay." Feng Ming turned to caress Ji Wenliang's forehead hair.

"What?" Ji Wenliang didn't understand what he said.

Feng Ming's gaze was tender and gentle, and he said slowly: "Because I already know that I love you."

So who that shadow is is no longer important.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the cute little Lei and the nutrient duck~

Cough cough, this article was opened on December 12th last year. I can persist until now. I feel that it is not easy for us to [cover our faces]. This story will end in one chapter. If there are 30 chapters in the next world, I think , it is still a bit difficult to finish this year... I will work hard!