You who walk against the light

Lin Yuan took the phone away, saw the number 10:40 displayed on the screen, slipped his foot immediately, and rushed towards the bathroom.He washed up perfunctorily, and dragged out the trolley case in the second bedroom.All his own things, he stuffed them straight in, and he didn't care about the tidiness.

When I went downstairs, I saw the familiar nanny car.

Seeing him approaching, Cheng Wei immediately walked out of the cab, took the suitcase in his hand, and walked towards the trunk.

An Ran folded her hands on her chest, looking like she was about to explode, and saw that Lin Yuan had two huge dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was not very good, and his hair was messed up, she asked calmly, "Have you had a fight?"

"No, no." Lin Yuan pouted guiltily.

Lin Yuan sat back in the car, couldn't help yawning, and looked back subconsciously. Only Li Meng was checking something with his laptop in the back seat, and Chen Nan didn't come.

An Ran snorted coldly: "People who don't know thought that Zhong Kaifan was going to shut down my door early in the morning, so he called me at six o'clock sharp and asked me to wait for you to sleep until you wake up naturally. Lin Yuan, you are quite big now ?”

"Sister An Ran," Lin Yuan frowned, and lowered his voice, "Can you stop being so eccentric."

Cheng Wei returned to the cab, fastened the safety seat, and started the car.

"Why, I'm not right?" An Ran poked the slender watch on the back of her hand, "What time is it? What did I tell you in the text message last night? Delaying the opening ceremony, is it yours or mine?"

Lin Yuan kept his head silent. He remembered the time An Ran said in the text message, and he clearly set the alarm clock, but now he checked the alarm clock record and found that the column of 6:40 had turned gray.

It was Zhong Kaifan who closed it.

Lin Yuan's heart was suddenly filled with complicated warmth. He slid his fingers unconsciously to the address book, and clicked on Zhong Kaifan's WeChat avatar. It was a distant view of the snow-capped mountains with high sky and light clouds. The sky was blue and white against the snow-capped mountains.Lin Yuan's thoughts drifted far away. He remembered that he and Kaifan had gone to Yabuli Ski Resort in Harbin before. The snow track was winding like silk and the terrain was uneven. Like a small storm.Where the mountains meet, the sun hangs high, against the gray-blue mist, it shines like a diamond.

It may be because of practicing dancing since childhood, Lin Yuan has flexible limbs. Like Zhong Can, he also loves outdoor sports and is willing to spend time learning.

Skiing is the only thing he can do that can surpass Zhong Kaifan.

Be it the guitar or skiing, he has basically lost a lot of things now, and now the only thing left is dancing.

Zhong Kaifan was actually very busy during his university days, and there were always endless classes. "Pathology", "Histology and Embryology", "Anaesthesiology" and so on were thick and heavy. Lin Yuan was like reading a bible.The most annoying thing is that he still has a lot of experiments, such as sectional anatomy experiments, medical immunology experiments, and basic diagnostic skills training experiments.Zhong Kaifan was either reading professional books, or doing experiments and writing experimental reports.

Lin Yuan didn't have many classes at that time, and most of the time he was the one who went to see Zhong Kaifan.Depart from the South Gate of the Central Academy of Drama, take the No. 8 subway, transfer to the No. 10 line at Beitucheng, and you can get to Peking University Health Science Center in about an hour.

He remembered that one time when the evening was approaching, he went to Peking University Medical Center to wait for Zhong Kaifan just after the mid-term examination scene.The air was warm in the evening in May, and he watched Kai Fan come out of the biochemical building from a distance, before he could change into the white coat he was wearing for the experiment.The afterglow illuminated his whole body, and the camphor trees on both sides of the road covered the sky and the sun, and they sprouted green branches and leaves, dappled with light and shadow, quietly falling on Zhong Kaifan's white coat.

If nothing else, Zhong Kaifan must be an excellent doctor.

Lin Yuan's eyes became hot from watching, and he didn't consciously stand properly. He faintly saw a sense of awe from Zhong Kaifan.

He seems to be carrying a sacred and determined mission on his shoulders, which makes people's eyes hot.

The seeds of inferiority complex were planted at that time, and they took root and sprouted little by little, feeling that his own existence was a kind of blasphemy to Zhong Kaifan.

Zhong Kaifan was studying in the five-year school. After an accident happened at home, he applied for an extension and went to Zhejiang University School of Medicine to study as a graduate student.Anyway, this option is still a slight downgrade.

Lin Yuan stared out of the car window in a daze, seeing the bustling passing by in front of his eyes, he guessed

Thinking, Zhong Kaifan may also be running away from everything about him.

"Li Meng, hand over the script." An Ran said to the people behind her.

While talking, the script was already placed on Lin Yuan's lap, and he heard An Ran say: "I've been busy attending events these two days, and I don't have much time to read the script, so take a good look at it while I have some spare time."

Lin Yuan roughly flipped through it, "When is the script reading?"

"After the opening ceremony." An Ran's voice returned to calm, "The estimated filming period is 83 days. You should spend the Spring Festival this year on set."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Lin Yuan's heart. He originally wanted to go back to accompany his mother.

Perhaps seeing what was on his mind, An Ran immediately added: "Auntie, I will take care of it for you, so you can work with peace of mind."

Lin Yuan raised his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Thank you."

Looking at those clear eyes, An Ran seemed a little unbearable, "We'll see when your part will wrap up, and try to give you a chance to return to Shanghai."

The carriage returned to silence, and the Beijing weather forecast was broadcast on the radio: "The highest temperature today is 3°C, the lowest temperature is -5°C, there will be northeasterly winds of level 3 from day to night, the ultraviolet rays are weak, and the air quality is 63..."

Hearing this, An Ran saw Lin Yuan's neck was bare, and couldn't help but ask, "Where's your scarf?"

"Huh?" Lin Yuan came back to his senses, he was just thinking about why Zhong Kaifan went out in the morning, why he slept so dead, and didn't notice any movement.

He touched his neck subconsciously, and remembered that the scarf should have left at Zhong Kaifan's house.

An Ran rolled her eyes at him, and reprimanded: "Forget everything!"

Lin Yuan curled his lips and did not argue.

"Fortunately, Guizhou is not as cold as Beijing." Having said that, An Ran still looked at her mobile phone, her tone was businesslike: "This time the live-action shooting will take place in several places, including Danshan and Clear Water in Jiangxi, Zhangjiajie in Hunan, and Tongrenfan in Guizhou. Jingshan..."

"Did you hear me?" An Ran raised her head, and saw Lin Yuan leaning against the car window, reading the script with a peaceful expression, his face shone brightly from the sun, and the fine fluff on his ears could be seen faintly.

An Ran's heart softened when she saw it, and she couldn't say anything.