Why are the stars indifferent

The corridor floor was full of the smell of yam pork ribs, overshadowing the strong smell of blood and disinfectant.

Cheng Zai was stunned for a while before he realized that he should follow Dr. Ding to see him. The police asked Zhan Le something and asked him to come back. The two of them stood at the door of the emergency room, neither of them spoke first.

Fortunately, Dr. Ding's life is not in danger, but he has to rest in bed for a period of time. The already nervous pediatric department will be even more nervous without a doctor.

Cheng Zai still had to go back to the consulting room to go to work. When he turned his head, Zhan Le was still standing there holding a thermos. He sighed and said to Zhan Le, "You scared me to death."

"I was quite frightened," Zhan Le said in a low voice, "As soon as I came over, I saw him pointing at you with a knife, and the people next to him were all..."

I was frightened and couldn't help them out of self-protection. Anyway, they all stood by and shouted to Cheng to run.

"I was quite frightened." Cheng Zai and Zhan Le walked to the outpatient department together, and several people greeted them when they met, "That man held a knife in his hand. He stabbed a doctor just now. Hit according to the person."

"I hit him with a thermos first, and I was afraid that the amount was not enough, so I unscrewed the lid and smashed it a little bit," Zhan Le said, a little unwillingly, "It's a pity that my soup is gone."

"It's quite thoughtful." Cheng Zai said.

There were two patients of Dr. Ding at the door of the consulting room. Cheng Zaide helped to see the patients, so the topic stopped temporarily.

Zhan Le sat on a chair outside with a vacuum flask in his hand, took out his phone, clicked on a few apps, and then returned to the main interface. He didn't know what he was doing, but after thinking about it, he still felt a little distressed about the meal he specially brought.

It was only after receiving the news from Cheng Zai that he realized that he hadn't seen Cheng Zai for a long time. He was overwhelmed by the joy of having a younger sister, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he saw the news that Cheng Zai asked him if he wanted to come to make up lessons.

I feel that Cheng Zai is like a tool man, and he put him aside after finding his sister.

Zhan Le didn't have the nerve to reply to the message, so he specially bought yam and spare ribs and stewed them for a long time, then went to Cheng Zai's house with them, knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, so he came to the hospital, and asked the nurse at the front desk to know that Cheng Zai was going to work today clinic.

As a result, this happened.

It's strange, I don't know when doctors have become a high-risk occupation.

Zhan Le glanced into the outpatient room. Cheng Zai was still seeing patients, so he got up and went to the toilet to wash the thermos bottle. When he came back, Cheng Zai had just finished seeing the patients, so he poked his head out to see if Zhan Le was still there. .

"When do you get off work?" Zhan Le walked over and asked.

"It's still early, and Dr. Ding's patients will have to take a look later." Cheng Zai reached out and patted his arm lightly, "You first...you want to wait for me?"

"Are you going to be up late?" Zhan Le said.

"I'm not sure," Cheng Zai pointed to the thermos in his hand, "Is it just this little stew?"

"...No, I don't care about anything else." Zhan Le frowned, and he was a little sorry to mention this, "She said it was delicious."

"Did you save some for yourself?" Cheng Zai patted his arm again.

"No," Zhan Le pushed back, "Hey, why do you keep filming me?"

"This hospital, except for the patients, the people who come and go are people I know." Cheng Zai took another step forward and patted Zhan Le's shoulder hard, "I want to rub your head off, But this action is too difficult to do in front of people you know."

Zhan Le parted his lips and didn't make a sound.

"If you were a kid, I'd be doing it right now," Cheng Zai withdrew his hand, "It looks like gold has been sprinkled all over the floor."

"Not a child anymore," Zhan Le put his free hand in his pocket, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm an adult."

"Yeah, it's seven months of adulthood, so awesome." Cheng Zai said without a trace of ups and downs.

"Hey...forget it, I'll find an Internet cafe and wait for you," Zhan Le shrugged, "Call me when you get off work."

"How nice it is for you to go home and sleep," Cheng Zai smiled, "Maybe I didn't get off work even after you woke up."

"No," Zhan Le said firmly and seriously, "I'll wait for you to get off work."

"Go home and go to sleep," Cheng Zai still smiled, "Set an alarm clock for 06:30, and then come to the hospital and wait for me to get off work."

Zhan Le stared at Cheng Zai for a while, but reluctantly agreed.

Junior high school boys always have too many sudden thoughts, and they can’t be used to it. It’s actually not too late now, and Cheng Zai can’t figure out when he will leave work. The hospital at night is too difficult. It doesn’t make sense because Zhan Le is inexplicable for a while The impulse made him really suffer in the hospital with nothing to do.

Besides, if he really made him suffer here, the two of them couldn't do anything the next day.

Two people who stayed up all night and were exhausted, went back to their respective homes after a makeshift breakfast?What is Zhan Le's intention of waiting for him to get off work?

But the feeling of someone waiting to get off work is different from usual.

It was dawn when Cheng got off work. After finishing the handover work, he went to see Dr. Ding and walked out of the hospital—it was past nine o’clock, the sun rose early in the sky, and the wind blew away the fog and wrapped up the dust on the roadside. The new green shoots are topping off the leaves that have not fallen in winter, and several messages have been transmitted to the mobile phone earlier.

Cheng Zai, who was earlier, had already seen and replied. It was nothing more than some Zhanle saying that he had woken up and was going to stride towards the hospital. There were no taxis at six in the morning, and he dared not take them. Online car-hailing No one took the order either.

After a while, he said that he was here. The steamed buns at the shop opposite the hospital are delicious. I don’t plan to wait for you in the hospital. I’ll wait for you at the steamed stuffed bun shop.

The latest one was just posted: You are too late to get off work, I am too embarrassed to sit in the store, I will wait for you by your car.

Cheng Zai opened the corner of his mouth, put the phone back in his pocket, and walked towards the parking lot.

This is the first time he went to the outpatient clinic at night without the feeling of doubting that he would die in the morning sun. Not long after he entered the parking lot, he saw the man squatting beside the car, squatting in the sun, compared to his middle finger, who was about to shine his shadow. down.

"Let's go," Cheng Zai shouted with a smile, "What are you doing squatting here?"

"Hey!" Zhan Le was startled, retracted his hand suddenly, and almost dropped the phone on the ground, and he was relieved after seeing who was standing there against the light, stood up and stretched, "Finally off work."

"Get in the car," Cheng Zai opened the door, "Where are you going to take me?"

"Huh? Where are you going?" Zhan Le opened the door of the back seat and sat up.

"...No, you didn't plan to go somewhere with me, did you?" Cheng Zai turned his head to look at Zhan Le in surprise, "Then what are you doing waiting for me to get off work?"

"I... Fuck," Zhan Le was stunned for two seconds, "How the hell do I know? I just want to have a meal with you, and I didn't eat the soup last night. Do you have to have breakfast with me?"

"Feed the pigs." Cheng Zai said with a smile.

"I'm just..." Zhan Le was stunned for a while, Cheng Zai asked him where to go, how did he know where to go, all he thought was that pot of soup.

"You just want to have dinner with me, don't you?" Cheng Zai smiled until his eyes narrowed, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"...Yes." Zhan Le said.

"Go home and make me a meal." Cheng Zai started the car, and before driving out, he touched a half-palm-sized bun from his passenger seat and threw it to Zhan Le, "It's been a long time since I ate the meal you cooked. I'm starving to death."

Zhan Le nodded in a daze, and after a while, he thumped his leg lightly, and said in a low voice, "Laughing fart."

Cheng Zai didn't know if he heard this sentence, he probably didn't hear it, Zhan Le tore open the bun, handed it forward, Cheng Zai said "Huh?", continued to look at the road without moving.

"Didn't you starve to death?" Zhan Le frowned and muttered.

He spoke incoherently, with the ending in his throat as if crushed, floating limply in the light of early March.

The smile on Cheng Zai's face didn't mean to put it away at all, but it became more and more excessive: "Aren't you awake? I let you eat by yourself."

"Didn't you read my message? I ate it," Zhan Le continued to hold the bread, not knowing why he was being stubborn, but his mind had already belatedly questioned what his body was doing. With a layer of sweat and his arms trembling slightly, he explained dryly, "Of course I was just laying the groundwork, leaving a large part of it ready to eat with you."

The smile at the corner of Cheng Zai's mouth finally stopped, he drove the car forward, turned his head slightly, bit the bread that Zhan Le handed over, and swallowed it quickly in the gap of a red light.

Zhan Le squeezed the packing bag into a ball tightly in his hand, leaned back in the chair, and after confirming that Cheng Zai was looking at the road very seriously, he raised his hand and patted his chest lightly, then turned his head to look at outside the window.

After a while, he closed his eyes, but kept pressing his hands on his chest.

Calm down.

Please keep your speed

If you get any more excited, you'll fucking jump out.

what?Want to fly?

My narrow chest can't hold you, can it?

After a while, Zhan Le opened his eyes, looked at the receding scenery and crowd outside the window, and cursed unreasonably: "Fuck."