Why are the stars indifferent

Pediatric night outpatient clinics are the most crowded. Children have a lot of fever in the middle of the night, parents are anxious and sleepy, children cry and fuss, and their noses, saliva and tears are everywhere. Cheng Zai sometimes admires himself. After being irritated for a while alone He can also treat people calmly.

When Zhan Le left, he probably noticed something was wrong, if it wasn't for the inward hand that couldn't make it when he was out of the clinic, he might have slammed the door.

You did a good deed but didn't get the praise you deserved. Instead, you were perfunctory and perfunctory with an attitude that you don't understand why you are so casual. The psychological gap is a bit big, and the door should be slammed.

Why then?

Cheng Zai clicked his tongue.

It was past ten o'clock the next day when I left the hospital, and the handover work took a long time. If he hadn't walked so fast, the director might have asked him to admit a patient.

As long as I run fast enough, patients can't catch up with me when I go to and from get off work.

The night outpatient clinic is the most terrible thing. Every time Cheng Zai feels that he has finished the night outpatient clinic, he will die in the morning sun when he walks out of the hospital. There is no morning sun.

Driving home in the car, Cheng opened the refrigerator to get something to eat before going to bed, but the refrigerator was cleaner than his white coat, and the only two eggs left were already used by Zhan Le to cook noodles yesterday.

Cheng closed the refrigerator door, took a shower and collapsed on the bed, held his phone in a daze for a while before remembering that Zhan Le said his phone screen was broken, so he simply threw the phone aside, turned over and slowly into dreamland.

Usually, in the previous life, he may have been a trumpet.

Zhan Le thought so for the eighth time.

In just one morning, I guess the entire second grade was told by Chang Ze, a trumpeter, that there was a student in class two and three who stood up for righteousness yesterday and went to school today because of his injury. What an eloquent spirit, dear students!

Cry, cry for me, don't even think about leaving this school if you can't cry to the effect of Meng Jiangnu.

"Does he have some kind of mental illness?" Zhan Le couldn't help pulling Qu Ran's clothes on the front table, pointing to the other side and boasting about his regular rules of the sports committee, "How can you bear being at the same table as him so much?" old?"

"Just get used to it, you shouldn't tell him about it," Qu Ran was very calm, "When will your arm get better?"

"For a month? I don't know," Zhan Le shook his arm. Actually, it didn't hurt much, but he was swollen. "Anyway, I can change the medicine myself. It's not serious."

"Oh," Lin Xiangxiao sighed, "Do I have to make some soup for you?"

"Let's stew it," Zhan Le rolled his eyes, "If I can't drink your soup before school is over, I will jump off the roof of the teaching building."

Lin Xiangxiao was happy for a while, then lowered his head and sent a message to Ji Changyun.

Zhan Le’s phone broke and I just took it for repairs this morning. It’s nothing. I haven’t seen other people fall in love. The main reason is that I haven’t observed it carefully. Right now, I’m sitting next to someone who is in love. Although it’s with a man, the feeling is similar. When it comes to dating, who do you talk to? He really doesn't know if everyone is like Lin Xiangxiao when they fall in love. They hold their mobile phones and answer messages all day long, with a blank expression on their faces, like a debt collector.

"No," Zhan Le couldn't hold back and said, "Can you show some expression?"

"What expression do I want when I send a message?" Lin Xiangxiao glanced at him, "Do you want me to read the message out loudly and emotionally?"

"I didn't mean that," Zhan Le looked at him, "I just feel like you..."

Quite weird.

Zhan Le thought for a while but still didn't say this sentence.

Lin Xiangxiao didn't pay much attention to it, and kept holding his mobile phone and chatting with Ji Changyun until class, then put the mobile phone in the desk, lying on the table and whispering to Zhan Le, "Will I come next week for my birthday?"

"Huh? Come on," Zhan Le didn't lie down on the table, it was obvious that the two of them were lying on the table together, "Next Friday, right?"

"Well," Lin Xiangxiao lowered his voice again, "Give me Ji Changyun, if you don't bring the rules, it will be like them."

"...I'm going to be a light bulb?" Zhan Le frowned.

"No, Ji Changyun definitely wants to invite Cheng Zai," Lin Xiangxiao said, "You should come too, anyway, we all know each other, so it's just the four of us to play."

"Both Chang Ze and Qu Ran Ke remember your birthday," Zhan Le said.

"Take them to dinner again on Saturday," Lin Xiangxiao squeezed his fingers, "I dare not call them when Ji Changyun is here, who knows what Ji Changyun can do."

After all, Lin Xiangxiao didn't come out in front of Chang Ze and Qu Ran, and it seemed that he didn't plan to come out either.

Zhan Le nodded, saw the teacher glanced over, quickly pushed Lin Xiangxiao to sit up straight, covered his mouth and whispered: "Then... go."

Lin Xiangxiao didn't speak, and wrote a sentence in the book. Zhan Le glanced at it, and it said: I really don't want to, you, you are really hateful!

Neuropathy.

Zhan Le reached out and drew a middle finger on his textbook and stopped talking to him.

He got up this morning and threw the clothes he wore back into the washing machine yesterday. He went back to wash them in the afternoon and it would be dry the next day, and he had to take them to Cheng Zai the day after tomorrow.

But he just thought about it for a while, and if Cheng Zai had the same attitude as yesterday, he wouldn't be very comfortable.

If he had to say that there was something wrong with Cheng Zai's attitude, he wouldn't be able to tell. He just felt it was strange based on a kind of intuition. It couldn't be because he was enthusiastic about the citizens and then Cheng Zai got angry, right?

"...Alas." Zhan Le sighed, took a sketchbook out of his schoolbag, put it on the table and began to draw the villain.

I don’t know where the mobile phone was broken, so I asked Xiu to pick it up after school one day. Zhan Le took the mobile phone and went back and bought a box of lunch downstairs and took it back. Just turning the corner of the stairs, I saw the door squatting Zhan Le couldn't help being stunned by the scene of deja vu: "Mumu?"

"Hey? Brother!" There was a pile of things at Mumu's feet, which looked like luggage, "I'm discharged from the hospital! You don't even come to see me."

"Why are you here?" Zhan Le didn't want to explain to her why he didn't go to see her, so he walked over a few steps and touched Mu Mu's forehead, and asked after confirming that he didn't have a fever, "Your parents..."

"No," Mu Mu's expression was a little sad when he mentioned this matter, "They are arguing about divorce and quarreling. No one wants me, so they just want to dump me to my cousin, saying that they will send me there next week."

"...And then?" Zhan Le took a deep breath, "You just ran over?"

"Well, I don't want to go to my cousin's house," Mumu hugged Zhanle with open arms, "Brother, let me live with you, I'm very good."

Zhan Le didn't know what to say, he opened the door to let Mumu in, and put the bag of luggage into his bedroom, and sent a message to his aunt and the others saying that Mumu was with him, and it didn't matter if they came back or not News, ordered another takeaway, processed it after delivery, and dinner was settled like this.

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" Mu Mu stood in the kitchen watching Zhan Le wash the dishes, "Does it hurt?"

"Catching a thief," Zhan Le raised his hand and smiled, "It's amazing."

"Wow, that's amazing." Mumu clapped her hands, squinted her eyes and laughed.

My aunt hasn't responded to the message, and my cousin hasn't contacted me either. I don't know if she didn't know about it at all. Zhan Le didn't take care of it, and took care of Mu Mu as it should.

Mumu is quite independent, so you don’t need to worry too much, but the kindergarten doesn’t have a school bus, so you have to pick it up by yourself every day. Fortunately, school starts earlier there, and Zhanle can still send Mumu to the kindergarten as soon as possible even if he is ten minutes late. Go, even after school, I can't be sure, and I have to wait for the teacher to wait for a while before I can pick it up.

I’m very tired. I’m in a hurry every day. Only when I’m at school can I have some time for myself. When I get home, I feel that I can’t let my children eat takeaway every day. I just buy vegetables and cook at home, cook, eat and wash the dishes. It's seven or eight o'clock, and I have to do my homework in order to set an example for Mumu.

Sometimes Zhan Le feels like a spinning top that is about to take off, and it has to turn in all directions, but he just follows the whip of the spinning top and flies to the place where he is exhausted to death.

But Mu Mu didn't want to go to her cousin's house, and Zhan Le couldn't say no to her.

When school was over, he hurried to the kindergarten to pick Mumu back as usual, but when he got downstairs, he ran into his cousin, and Mumu hid behind Zhanle, apparently not wanting to see him.

"Mumu," the uncle said with a straight face, "come with me, don't bother your brother."

"My brother doesn't even think it's troublesome!" Mumu didn't let go of Zhanle's school uniform pants.

"Let's go up and talk about it," Zhan Le pulled up his trousers, took Mu Mu's hand and said to his cousin, "Don't stand here and make noise."

"Okay," my cousin nodded, "I just heard about her parents this afternoon too... In that case, she was supposed to send Mumu to my place, but she ran away by herself, and her parents acquiesced in her being with you." Here it is, what is this, you are already busy as a high school student..."

"It's okay," Zhan Le interrupted him, took out the key and opened the door, "It's not too busy, let's go in."

Mu Mu went to the toilet as soon as she entered the door, and she may have held it for a long time in kindergarten.Zhan Le poured a glass of water for her cousin, and said straight to the point: "She doesn't want to go to your place."

"Anyway, I'm an adult," my cousin looked at Zhan Le, "I still have your aunt at home, so I can take better care of her, right?"

"I am also an adult," Zhan Le said, "I have been an adult for more than two weeks."

"That's not what I meant," my cousin frowned. "I won't be as short-sighted as your aunt. You can't even take care of yourself, and you still have one with you. How tired you are."

Zhan Le pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

"There are some things that I can't tell you clearly...how about it," my cousin sighed, "I must take Mumu away, and I can't explain the reason to you. Let me talk to Mumu You just listen in the kitchen, and after you finish listening, you can make a decision, okay?"

Zhan Le looked at his cousin, biting his lower lip and hesitated.I don't know what my cousin wants to say to Mu Mu, but since my cousin told me to hide it, it must be something bad, and it is very likely that I don't want to hear it at all.

But when the sound of pumping water came from the toilet, Zhan Le still stood up, went into the kitchen and opened the door ajar.

The sound insulation of old houses is not good, so you can hear the general idea.

After Mumu walked out of the toilet, he didn't see Zhan Le. He subconsciously glanced at the kitchen, sat on the sofa, bulged his cheeks, and pointed at his cousin like the villain on TV, saying, "I won't go with you." of!"

"Then tell my cousin why you insist on staying with my brother," said my cousin, "if you give me a reason, I won't take you away."

"Really?" Mumu blinked, "I don't believe you."

"Then I have to take you away," said the uncle, about to get up. "Anyway, your brother is cooking, and if I snatch you away now, he won't be able to catch up with me."

"Don't move! Sit down!" Mumu was startled, and huddled into a ball on the sofa, "I won't go with you! Mom said you don't have any money at all, only my brother has money, and living in my brother's house is the most comfortable , he will make delicious food for me."

Zhan Le heard a very thin tinnitus in his ears, from far to near, the buzzing continued.He wanted to rush out to tell his cousin not to ask any more questions, to tell Mumu not to talk any more, and to leave as soon as you want and not to bother me in the future, but he put his hands on the door panel several times but failed to exert any strength.

"I'm rich too," my cousin was still saying, "You're causing trouble to my brother by living here, and he's lost weight."

"No." Mu Mu frowned and sat up straight, "Mom said that my brother is enthusiastic, and he is willing to cause trouble. At that time, he doesn't want to care about me. When he insists on sending me to your house, I will You can ask him for money!"

"That's my brother's money," my cousin looked towards the kitchen, "Why did he give it to you?"

"He has so much money," Mumu said with a look of reason, "What's wrong with giving it to me?"

Zhan Le didn't continue listening, turned around and propped herself up against the edge of the pool, took a few deep breaths, then squeezed her fingers, trembling when breathing.

He didn't pay attention to what was happening outside the door, he felt like an idiot.

After a while, Zhan Le heard the sound of closing the door. He held on to the table without moving. The cell phone in his pocket vibrated several times before he took it out and took a look. It was a message from his cousin.

-I said take her out to eat KFC, and I brought her out.Have you figured it out?To stay or let her go?

Zhan Le squeezed the phone, he couldn't tell if it was anger or what kind of emotion, but he found that his palms were sweaty when he pointed his finger on the screen.

- take her away.

-good.It was hard to say something just now, and now I want to explain it to you.Sijun, don't worry about their family's affairs, they are all rotten, and they can't teach any good people.I'll take Mumu back to her home later, and you can send her luggage to the same city courier to get it back.

Zhan Le didn't reply, he exited the chat box with his cousin, and before he threw away his phone, the screen suddenly cut into a caller ID with Lin Xiangxiao's name on it.

"Hello?" Lin Xiangxiao's voice became soft again, probably with Ji Changyun at this moment, "I'm downstairs at your house, come down?"

"Ah," Zhan Le squatted down slowly, "What are you doing?"

"My birthday," Lin Xiangxiao said, "Did you forget?"

"...I haven't forgotten," Zhan Le replied subconsciously before realizing that he had indeed forgotten.He is so busy every day that he can't wait to split his time into eight parts, so he doesn't have so much time to think about other things, "Downstairs at my house?"

"Well," Lin Xiangxiao nodded, "the gate of the community."

"Is Cheng Zai here?" Zhan Le asked.

"Yes." Lin Xiangxiao didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was taken aback for a while.

"Okay," Zhan Le suddenly realized that his voice was a little hoarse after responding to this, and said after clearing his throat, "I'll come down right away."