Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

After a few days of leisure, Xie Yan became busy. To be precise, the professors in the Chinese Department who could write brush characters also became busy. According to the tradition of Z University, every time a large-scale event is held, the invitation letters are written by the professors. Xie Yan is the only young professor who can write well. Therefore, Xie Yan always gets a share every time he wants to write an invitation letter. The one with the most number.

There was no way, the qualifications and ages of the old professors were there, so Xie Yan could only accept his fate and take back a stack of invitation letters, writing behind closed doors at home.

Zhao Wumian was off work today, and went to Xie Yan's house to buy vegetables in the morning, but he didn't see Xie Yanren, so he was a little strange.He knocked on the doors one by one, and got a "please come in" at the door at the end of the corridor, which was probably the study room. He hesitated for two seconds before pushing the door open.

For the past few days, Xie Yan stayed at his house and even had the idea of ​​moving into his house, but he didn't say yes or no.The two of them didn't get bored with each other in the past few days, most of the time he was busy and Xie Yan was with him, or Xie Yan was writing a thesis while he was cooking.Just like ordinary people, vegetables, rice, oil and salt, three meals a day, day after day, year after year.

He has never been in Xie Yan's study room, and always feels that the Xie Yan he knows is already clear at a glance. It was only when he opened the door that he realized that his various annotations and readings on Xie Yan were not even enough to form a One in ten thousand of him...

Xie Yan's study room has good lighting and is more antique than the living room. At a glance, the walls are full of mahogany bookshelves neatly arranged books, the desk displayed by the Four Treasures of the Study, the antique cabinet with a few small objects, and the landscape paintings on the walls. , a desk painting jar with blue and white underglaze red, and there are several scrolls that are probably calligraphy and painting.

The only thing that doesn't match is probably the guitar on the piano stand in the corner, and the computer on the table.

The desk is very messy now, the computer occupies a corner, two or three writing brushes have been removed from the pen hanger, and they are all placed on the pen rest on one side. The invitation letters were all spread out to hang there, and all kinds of drafts filled with words were spread out casually, without even an empty space.

Xie Yan just finished writing the invitation letter at hand, blew on the title page, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Wumian, his eyes touched Zhao Wumian's thoughtful face, and he looked at his desk which was too messy to look at , a little uncomfortable: "It's a bit messy..."

"Actually, my desk is not so messy at ordinary times."

It's just that when he is practicing calligraphy or painting, it will be more chaotic...

"I'm thinking." Zhao Wumian walked over to help fold the invitation letters that had already been dried, and sorted out a small area for activities, "I'm afraid my desk is not enough for you."

The desk in Xie Yan's study room is huge, it can accommodate three or four people, Xie Yan is not enough for one person, let alone his desk.

Xie Yan smiled and said, "Why don't you move into my house and live with me?"

He originally thought that it would not be easy for Zhao Wumian to move into his house, so he thought it would be just me and I would move in with Zhao Wumian. Anyway, his purpose is to live together, anyone can move to whoever's house.

Looking at the rice paper that he used to practice his pen, Zhao Wumian said casually: "You seem to know many kinds of fonts."

"If this sentence is a compliment, then I will accept it unceremoniously." Xie Yan did not force him to express his opinion, anyway, he is familiar with such things as changing the topic with Zhao Wumian, and he is not in a hurry for some things.

Zhao Wumian flipped through the rice paper under his hands, and couldn't think of any words to praise Yan for a while, so he sighed: "It's a compliment."

"Are you adoring me?" Xie Yan picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, twirled the pen, and tapped Zhao Wumian's fingertips a little frivolously.

He suddenly became interested, put the invitation letter aside, raised his hand and pulled out a piece of white paper, hung his wrist to write, not like his usual appearance, neatly and freely between the lines, very unique taste, One hook and one stroke, clear and powerful.

Xie Yan only wrote three characters, "Zhao Wumian", but he used several ways of writing, some of which Zhao Wumian didn't even recognize, and felt that his name had never been written so beautifully before.

"How long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Xie Yan dipped in the ink again, thought for a while and said, "It's been more than 20 years."

Seeing that the astonishment and admiration in Zhao Wumian's eyes seemed to be stronger than before, Xie Yan couldn't help laughing: "Do you think you like me more?"

Zhao Wumian looked at the painting vat on the desk: "Are those also your calligraphy and painting?"

"Want to see?" Xie Yan put down the pen, put away the tabletop slightly, got up to get the scroll in the painting vat, "Not all of them."

"If you like calligraphy and painting, the scrolls on the Bogu cabinet are treasures."

"I don't have much research on calligraphy and painting." Zhao Wumian explained, "I just want to see yours."

Xie Yanzheng opened a scroll casually, and after hearing what he said, he let go and unfolded the scroll: "No luck, this is my brother's calligraphy."

Zhao Wumian glanced at it, the words on the scroll were flamboyant and domineering, and the whole line was written in one stroke, so that he could barely make out part of the words: "...Under the pavilion...Water, sky, Zhijun made...for me... ..."

"The embroidered curtain rolls in the setting sun, and the water in the pavilion is empty. The Zhijun is my new work, and the windows are wet and red." Xie Yan endured a smile and read, "In Changji Pingshan Hall, I sleep in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no lonely bird."

"I can recognize the drunken old man's words, whether the mountain is in the middle or not. A thousand hectares, the mirror is clear, and the green peak is inverted. Suddenly, a wave rises, and a pulsatilla leaf dances. It can be laughed at by Mr. Lantai, who does not understand the sound of Zhuang Sheng's nature. There are males and females in the Gangdao. The awe-inspiring air, the wind of a thousand li bliss."

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou, Huangzhou Kuai Zai Pavilion presented Zhang Yuquan." Xie Yan said, "My brother likes Su Shi's Ci."

"This word..." Zhao Wumian searched for adjectives in his mind, but failed, so he said a little stiffly, "Very chic."

"Do you like cursive script?" Xie Yan rolled up the calligraphy and tore apart another one.

"It feels very powerful." Zhao Wumian didn't have much research on calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't say anything if asked to comment on it. In terms of appreciation, the calligraphy just now was indeed very powerful. The connected places are also clearly written, and they are hand-in-hand. Compared with the random prescriptions like the ghostly symbols that the doctors themselves only know, he has a high opinion, which makes him feel very kind.

What Xie Yan disassembled this time was his own calligraphy and painting, freehand landscape painting, with the inscription "The ancient look of a piece of stone, the appearance of a thousand-year-old pine tree. I will never get tired of seeing each other, and we will be together in the cold times."A year ago, he was very satisfied with the painting and writing. Looking at it now, he always felt that it was black history, so he raised his hand and closed the scroll: "I can also write."

He put the scroll back into the painting vat, went back to the desk, picked out a long brush brush, dipped it in the ink, stood in front of the desk, leaned over to write, the pen wandered around, Zhao Wumian was slightly absent-minded.

Xie Yan like this is glowing all over.

When he came back to his senses, Xie Yan had already put away the pen, looked up at him, and asked with a half-smile: "Does it look good?"

Only then did he look at the table, and there were two characters written on the rice paper, like flowing clouds and flowing water, free-spirited, but it really was the word "cursive script".

"nice."

Xie Yan laughed loudly: "Who is more powerful?"

"you."

Zhao Wumian was still holding a pair of Xie Yan's words in his hand, now he lost half of his mind to read the words, his eyes were full of Xie Yan's wanton smile, his ears only heard his laughter, and his heart couldn't bear it anymore Nothing else.

When Xie Yan heard a satisfactory answer, he smiled and hooked Zhao Wumian.

He didn't even put down his pen, he pushed Zhao Wumian to the edge of the table and kissed him.Rubbing soft lips lightly, a smile filled the room.

"Stop making trouble." He kissed Zhao Wumian's lips affectionately, "I'm going to get down to business."

It was clearly him who was making trouble all the time, but Zhao Wumian indulged in patting his temples, and said in response, "I'll cook."

……

After dinner, Xie Yan went back to the study to write the invitation letter. Zhao Wumian was writing the operation report in the living room. When Xie Yan got tired of writing and came out to fetch water, he went over to have a look. keep fighting.

After writing all the invitation letters, it was past four o'clock. He stretched his waist, picked up his slippers and walked out of the study room. He saw Zhao Wumian talking on the phone. He didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. Zhao Wumian smiled.Zhao Wumian, whose profile was bathed in the sun, was covered with a layer of warm color, and there seemed to be a pool of clear water in his eyes, so gentle that he was completely different from the past.

Xie Yan felt a little inexplicably irritated, he didn't even slow down, he walked over and hugged Zhao Wumian from behind.

Zhao Wumian froze for a moment, turned his head to look at him, the smile in his eyes didn't stop, it seemed that Xie Yan's behavior was a little inexplicable.

A mellow male voice came from the receiver, Xie Yan could only vaguely hear the words "study", "teacher", "together", and his arms around Zhao Wumian tightened.

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, patted the back of his hand, moved the phone away from his ear, and pressed the speakerphone.

"Actually, your hospital's success rate and treatment methods are better in this area, but the patient's family probably cannot afford the operation fee, so let's treat it conservatively first. The teacher also said with emotion, if only you were in our hospital. "

Xie Yan heard clearly that the words were about work, so he let out a light breath. Zhao Wumian couldn't help but smile, and even said with a little smile: "If it wasn't for bacterial endocarditis that can't be controlled for a long time , you can treat it conservatively first, I will pass on a copy of the information to you later, please pass it on to me."

"Okay." The man on the phone also smiled, "You avoided the exchange meeting last time, but you can't dodge this time."

Zhao Wumian said helplessly: "You know I'm not good at talking about these things."

The man's tone was very gloating, "The teacher has already told Dean Qin that you must be on the list for this exchange meeting."

Zhao Wumian choked for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard "Doctor Qi" coming from the phone, and then the microphone seemed to be covered, only a small answering voice could not be heard clearly.

Xie Yan saw that no one answered at the other end, so he asked in a low voice: "What exchange meeting?"

"Every year there are work exchange meetings in hospitals in major cities." Zhao Wumian explained, "This year at the K City Hospital."

"Then you're going to City K?" Xie Yan thought of something, and frowned, "How long are you going?"

"Half a month." It was the man on the other end of the phone who answered Xie Yan, his tone was full of interest, "Wumian, do you have a friend next to you?"

Zhao Wumian calmly said, "Isn't there one beside you?"

"Beside me..." The man on the other side seemed a little surprised, "You..."

"It's my boyfriend." Zhao Wumian said concisely, "I have a chance to introduce you to each other."

The receiver was silent for a while, as if digesting the message in this sentence: "Then I won't bother you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wumian turned around and took Xie Yan into his arms: "My roommate's phone number."

"When I was a PhD student, my research topic was congenital heart disease, and I have been doing research in this area. Not only me, but many doctors are also engaged in research in this area. There is a patient at the K city doctor who has congenital heart disease. Heart disease, but his condition is a bit complicated, and the doctors dare not operate rashly, so the teacher needs to refer to the research materials in my hand." Zhao Wumian paused, then continued, "The dean mentioned this matter to me yesterday, My roommate also called for this matter, and reminded me of the work exchange meeting at the end of the year."

After all, the work summary should be written in advance...

"Oh, I'm just..." Xie Yan laughed twice, pretending to be indifferent, "I'm just asking casually, you don't need to explain so much to me."

"I know." Zhao Wumian held Xie Yan's hand and smiled lightly, "But as a qualified boyfriend, I still have to report to you."

The author has something to say:

Dr. Zhao talked more

matters related to work

He talks a lot

also become flirtatious

Hee hee, Xie Yan led him into trouble