The boy next door came out

and He Shu

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On January 2019, 2, the weather was cloudy on New Year's Eve

Bailu is frost

you are the way back

thousands of miles frozen

you are what you want

It has been more than a week since Beilu returned to Jinling.

He has been very busy for more than a week, so busy that he has no time to think about why he agreed without hesitation when he received the invitation from the Political College of Jinling Military University.

Perhaps it was because of a flash of thought in his subconscious that strangled his throat at that moment.

Beilu stayed in the north for eight years, and he was deeply affected by bad weather such as smog and sandstorms. In addition, his body was relatively weak. After coming back for more than a week, the humid air in Jinling made him unable to adapt, and he coughed constantly. Aggravated, the nasal sound caused by allergic rhinitis became stronger in the morning, and even breathing felt a little hard.

My chest always feels like a stone is pressed against it, the more I try to move it away, the more it sinks, and it gets worse when I sleep at night.

When he got up this morning, he may have exerted too much force, and there was a needle-like pain in his chest, and then his breathing was even more difficult.He gave a leave of absence to the director who arranged the work in the school, and then went to the affiliated hospital alone.

The school had just started its winter vacation, and most of the people staying at the school were on-duty personnel. The management of military academies was already very strict, and he didn't meet a few people all the way down from the dormitory in Building [-].

He stopped and walked all the way, and the camphor trees on both sides of the main road withered with the change of seasons, and small black fruits were scattered on the ground. If he accidentally stepped on it, he could hear a subtle crackling sound.

Hokuriku put his hands in the pockets of his black coat, his handsome face was covered by a mask, only a pair of confused eyes remained, his thick hair was a little yellow, his thick eyebrows had just been covered, and he was exposed to the coldness of the cold winter. The white skin is slightly reddish.

—Basic Medical College of Military University

Hokuriku's originally divergent eyes seemed to gain focus when he skipped those few words.

Those big hot golden characters shined brightly in the deep winter of depression.

The lazy sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the sparse trees, shining those words into the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, his already stabbing chest tightened.

Some trivial shadows floated in front of his eyes as if sifted through a sieve.

In the third year in Kyoto, Xu Lai contacted Hokuriku.It doesn't seem appropriate to use contact, because Xu Lai only visited Hokuriku twice during his four years in Kyoto, and both times they broke up unhappy.

Both times were related to Yanhe.

The first time we met, there were no tears in the eyes of old friends.

Some are just "enemies" who are extremely jealous when they meet.

Although this hatred seemed to be unilaterally by Xu Lai, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with him directly, but he just couldn't get angry.

Once on the subway, he looked at the figure in a daze, which looked like Hokuriku. Later, he saw his article in the People's Daily and realized it was really him.

He found Beilu and asked him what was going on with Yanhe, but he didn't answer.

The two sat in the tavern, and Xu Lai talked a lot about Yan He's convulsions during that time.

Hokuriku just listened quietly, saying at most "And then?"

Crazy Xu couldn't bear to see his nonchalant attitude, so he punched him hard.

"And then? What the hell? Then, Yan He never mentioned your name again."

Bei Lu silently shielded other people's suspicious eyes, got up from the ground, dusted off the dust, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, and said without fighting back, "Don't tell him, you have seen me."

Xu Lai took a sip of wine when he heard this: "Yanhe went to Jinling Military University to study medicine, and that cynical uncle actually changed his body and became a doctor in a serious way."

The second time was the day before Xu Lai decided to return to Jinling after graduation, he stopped him in front of the library of Beilu School.

He just said, "I don't know what you and Yan He had to be so decisive before. I only know that he was not happy at all during those two years."

Perhaps Xu Lai expected Hokuriku to say something, instead of just saying "Don't tell him, you've seen me" like the first time.

This time, Bei Lu heard that Yan He was unhappy, and his fingers holding the book turned white. He pursed his thin lips, and wanted to say something, but when some words reached his throat, he was stunned. Bitterness forced him back.

In the end, he subconsciously closed the book in his hand and said the same sentence.

Then he walked away without looking back.

Furious, Xu Lai jumped up and down, cursing behind his back.

In fact, Hokuriku still has a word left behind——

"I don't want to make him more unhappy."

"Cough cough..." A gust of cold wind poured from Hokuriku's slender neck all the way into his drafty chest, causing him to cough dryly irritatingly. He stood up the collar of his black coat and walked towards the affiliated hospital with his heavy legs.

Domestic hospitals are overcrowded no matter whether they are large or small, not to mention this kind of special-level hospitals are crowded shoulder to shoulder.Following the guidance of the little girl at the triage desk in the service hall, Bei Lu hung up the number with difficulty. Looking at the registration form in his hand, he shook his head helplessly.

Of course, he automatically ignored the luck brought to him by his personal temperament. For example, the little girl who was triaged just now saw him for the first time among a group of uncles and aunts, and promptly resolved his appeal.

He found the area where the clinic was located by following the red, green, and green guide indicators on the ground. There were no fewer people in the consultation area than in the outpatient clinic.

Hokuriku never liked places with many people, so he found a vent near the window and stood leaning against the wall.Fearing that he might not be able to hear the calling machine, he only plugged an earphone into one ear.

What is playing in the earphones is "The Silence of the Distance", this pure music can always soothe his messy mind.

"Hokuriku! Why didn't you see me?"

Once in the third year of high school, Hokuriku was wearing earphones to listen to music on the playground and endorsed. Yan He ran past him twice and he didn't look up to pay attention to him. In the ear, after listening for two seconds, it was plugged back into Hokuriku's ear.

"Sour and rotten." After talking to himself, he ran on his own.

Beilu smiled and watched his fast running figure. He knew that he would pass by him again without the time for a few words of English, setting off a gust of wind.

The wind was light and fluttering, wrapped in Yanhe's unique happiness, and slowly fell on Beilu's toes, even bringing his steps to become brisk.

Later, he walked round and round on the playground of Kyoto University, as if there was no end to the walk, passing people one after another behind him.

But those are not words.

Yanhe went to the outpatient clinic as usual today, but after experiencing the already overcrowded outpatient flow soaring because of his handsome appearance, he basically wears a mask now, because he really can't understand those girls who pretend to be sick. The ridiculous reason for coming out.

For the sake of personal safety, he thinks it is better to pretend, although this effect has little effect.

Every time Yanhe went to the clinic, he felt that he was going to die half-life. There were various situations. Sometimes his heart was full of anger when he was being harassed by the patient. .

This is still the case today, but fortunately there is a door that can slightly block the noise outside, otherwise his heart, which has already been exhausted by the overnight shift, would have exploded.

Number 23!Hokuriku!

When Hokuriku's name was called, he was still in a daze, no wonder he didn't hear it, the whole corridor was full of patients, the loud voice had already overwhelmed the caller, until a beautiful little girl with a mask called Only when he called out with a loud voice, he slowly squeezed from the crowd to the door of the consulting room, politely knocked on the door three times and opened the door to enter.

At this time, when Yanhe in the consulting room heard the broken-sounding name of Beilu, his whole body exuded an aura of something wrong. The black signature pen in his hand was originally written smoothly on the medical record, but suddenly it seemed that the inner core was broken. Like layers, stuck there.Yan He's subordinates tried harder, only to hear a "pop", and the pen broke.The patient was so scared that he thought he was terminally ill.

As if angry, Yan He wanted to throw the pen in his hand into the trash can, but he flung it too hard against the white wall of the consulting room, and then bounced to the ground that had just been dragged by the disinfectant, making a crisp sound.

Immediately, the pen was smashed to pieces, and the white wall was also splashed with ink.

Without raising his head, Yan He fumbled for another pen from the upper side pocket of his white coat and continued to write. Maybe it was because of a new pen, the handwriting on the back was obviously much darker than the one on the front.He prescribed good medicine for the patient, explained all the precautions in a soft voice, and watched the patient turn and go out.

At this moment, Hokuriku in the consultation room could no longer be ignored.

The light from behind the window came in through the screens, and speckled on the person in front of him, creating a halo.

"What's your name?" He took Hokuriku's medical record and looked at the familiar words on the cover. He asked in a strange and polite tone with a 100% service attitude.

Hokuriku didn't expect to see him for eight years, this is the scene.

He is a doctor, he is a patient.

There was such a strange yet familiar voice in the middle.Yan He's voice has never been as deep and deep as a cello. He has the enthusiasm of summer sunshine, especially when he is in high spirits, he always has a high-pitched and upward ending.

From the moment he entered the door, Bei Lu seemed to be floating in the water, desperately trying to swim ashore, but the stone that had been pressing on his chest sank completely the moment Yan He opened his mouth, causing a turmoil. The stormy waves made him dizzy.

He seemed to be a little out of breath. He pulled the mask down to his chin, exposing his mouth and nose, and inhaled forcefully. Maybe it was too much force. His thin lips were purple, which was more obvious against the cold white skin. .

He supported the table top with his hands, and sat down on the four-legged square stool in front of Yan He.

The knuckles and nails of the fingers are all gray in a circle.

"Bei...Lu" His voice was a little trembling, with a strong nasal voice.

Yan He glanced at his hand on the table, and Bei Lu retracted his hand under the table without showing any traces. To be honest, Bei Lu really didn't want Yan He to see his sickly appearance.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Yan He's still distant voice reached Bei Lu's ears layer by layer through the gauze mask under his nose.

"My heart hurts..." Hokuriku's voice, which he tried his best to hold back, changed a bit at the moment.

"How long have the symptoms lasted?" Yan He lowered his head and wrote in the medical record. If you look carefully, you will find that he wrote more seriously than other medical records in the past.

In the past, his handwriting was chic and capricious, and was even posted on the Internet by patients, and was rated as "the wildest medical record" by the majority of netizens.

"More than a week." Bei Lu followed Yan He's question and answered, but there was a voice in his heart saying it.

Yanhe, my heart has been hurting for eight years!

This voice even wanted to break through the shackles of the lips and teeth, and jumped out, but in the end it turned a few turns at Hokuriku's sealed throat, and finally fell to the softest place at the apex of the heart, where it continued to breed, growing wildly like water plants.

"Have you ever had this symptom before? What is the nature of your heartache? How is your breathing?" Seeing his frowning, Yan He felt annoyed, and asked him three questions in one breath.

After all, Hokuriku is still the same Hokuriku. Even after a few years, his brain can still process many things in parallel.While enduring all kinds of physical and psychological discomfort, he can still answer clearly and accurately, which is what the patient should answer.

"I haven't had it before, my heart always hurts, and it's hard to breathe."

Yan He pulled Bei Lu's hand on his knee without any warning.

When warm and powerful fingers touched Hokuriku's cold nails, it seemed as if a tiny electric current flowed to his entire palm, and eventually spread to every oxygen-deficient cell in him.

Bei Lu was taken aback, and wanted to draw back, but was held down by Yan He for a few seconds and then let go.

The moment I let go, loss welled up in my heart.

Hokuriku seems to want more.

"Your fingernails are turning white," Yan He glanced at his lips again, "your lips are purple, and your face is pale, which is obviously a symptom of hypoxia."

The medical record was almost written, and Yan He tapped on the computer again.

Beilu was full of thoughts waiting for his diagnosis, but he suddenly moved his chair to the side of Beilu, "Pick up your clothes."

"Ah" Hokuri was startled, but he didn't react. He looked at his face, which was close at hand, and even the beard that had grown out overnight was clearly visible, and Hokuriku's originally pale face turned a little bloody. .

"Ah what?" He said, picking up the stethoscope hanging around his neck and sticking it to Hokuriku's chest.

Only then did Hokuriku realize that doctors always want to see, hear and ask.He lifted the light gray sweater over the shirt to the neck, and Yan He leaned forward slightly while holding the stethoscope. His short black hair was just under Hokuriku's eyelids, and he could vaguely see through it. Hair roots see scalp.

Yan He listened up and down, left, and right several times, and his brows became tighter the more he listened. Finally, he took off the earplugs of the stethoscope, and said with a serious face, "Go directly to the 13th floor of the inpatient department for hospitalization, and I will call there."

Hearing what he said, Bei Lu knew that the situation was serious, so he turned and closed the door without saying a word, holding the medical record.

"Why didn't you fucking kill yourself."

The moment the door closed, Yanhe's irritable voice floated out from inside.

This is Yan He's true colors under the good looking skin.

Bei Lu shuttled through the crowded crowd, and the people around were sad, but he only cared about joy.