famine

Seeing Jiang Xuan go in, Cheng Lang felt relieved, leaned on the back of the chair, put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes.

After all the tossing around today, he got up early and couldn't stand it anymore after running around. He just sat down after eating something, his whole body warmed up, and he felt sleepy and wanted to rest for a while.

The number of doctors, nurses and patients coming and going in the hospital seems to have decreased with the arrival of the New Year. Cheng Hong sat in place for less than 10 minutes, and no more than five people passed by in the corridor of the inpatient department.

Just when he was about to fall into a dream, the sound of slightly heavy footsteps sounded in his ears. This sound was not quite like the footsteps of other people. It was not only heavy, but also had a unique compactness. , I soon realized that I was not hallucinating, and for some unknown purpose, I opened my tired eyes to see.

Jiang Jianguo.

Cheng Yan frowned slightly, he didn't leave?

He originally thought that he would leave after seeing Jiang Yuan, after all, he always thought that the relationship between the two of them was not that deep, but judging from the current situation, Jiang Jianguo stayed here for at least five or six hours.

Be with Jiang Yuan for five or six hours?

"Mr. Jiang." Cheng Lang didn't have time to think, and stopped him first, trying to prevent him from going in.

Jiang Jianguo didn't pay attention to the person sitting at the door, but now he paused when he heard the voice, and just put his hand on the doorknob.When he looked back, Cheng Hong had stood up, tidied his coat slowly, and looked at him.

Jiang Jianguo's eyes were a little dazed. He didn't know the handsome and elegant man in front of him, and he didn't know how this man knew him.

Cheng Lang didn't explain, but nodded to him politely, moved his eyes to the door of the ward behind him, and said softly, "Jiang Xuan just went in, just wait a moment."

Jiang Jianguo froze, as if digesting his words.

After a while he asked, "Is the little thrush inside?"

Cheng Lang was noncommittal.

Jiang Jianguo thought for a while, and took his hand back, as if he didn't intend to go in.

However, he turned to look at Cheng Lang, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he became interested in his identity.

"you are...?"

"I'm Jiang Xuan's friend, Cheng Lang," Cheng Lang said, "I was also in the hospital this morning, but it happened to be different from you."

Jiang Jianguo suddenly realized that he couldn't tell Cheng Hong's age. It is said that Jiang Xuan's friend should be the same age as him, but this person is much more mature than Jiang Xuan.Immediately stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Cheng Hong, Cheng Hong glanced at it, raised his hand lightly, and took it back.

Jiang Jianguo looked at him for a long time, and was about to ask something, when there was a sudden knock at the door, and the door of the ward opened from the inside.

Jiang Xuan walked out with his head down.

There was no emotion on his face, he noticed the situation at the door, glanced at Jiang Jianguo lightly, and went out without saying a word.

Jiang Jianguo was very embarrassed and wanted to stop him, but he was worried about the presence of outsiders, so he had no choice but to look away embarrassingly and silenced.

Cheng Lang gave him a meaningful look, then followed him.

Jiang Thrush walked very slowly, and noticed that he was following him and quickened his pace, probably waiting for him.

"Is she okay?"

After leaving the inpatient department, Cheng Hong touched Jiang Xuan's hand hanging by his side.

"It's okay, she's sleeping, I didn't call her, but it looks like she's not sleeping well."

"Minor surgery is also surgery. If the anesthesia is too strong, you won't be able to sleep well. Let's see it tomorrow." Cheng Lang sighed and said nothing more.

After walking forward for a while, he asked again: "What about you, what day does school start?"

"The tenth day of the lunar new year." The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, Jiang Xuan squinted his eyes when he came out of the room, and his tone was quite relaxed.

He looked back at Cheng Lang and asked, "When are you going back?"

"In two days." Cheng Hong was still very worried about Jiang Xuan, fearing that his emotions would be affected, and instinctively wanted to stay with him for a few more days.

But Jiang Xuan didn't care, he knew what Cheng Yan was thinking, but he didn't think it was necessary, "You can go back tomorrow, I have nothing to do, and I didn't go back after I agreed, grandparents should be worried, and you are not Will be back."

"..." Cheng Yan looked at him for a long time, with a subtle expression on his face, "Student Xiaoniao, are you so understanding?"

Jiang Xuan didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled.

"That's fine," Cheng Lang was also worried about this, "Then I'll leave early tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow. You study hard at home."

Jiang Thrush agreed with a smile.

The next day Cheng Lang got up early again, and when he opened his eyes, Jiang Xuan beside him was soundly asleep. It was a matter of course, they slept together naturally last night, one night passed, and they were used to sleeping alone for two. The person didn't feel any discomfort, but because he knew that there was someone beside him, lying in the same bed, he slept more securely.

Cheng Hong got off the bed softly, changed his clothes carefully after washing, put the shoulders he had packed up on his back, and went back to the room to look at Jiang Xuan before going out.

As soon as he poked his head in, he bumped into those dark eyes.

Jiang Xuan woke up when he heard the movement outside the house. He had been lying with his eyes closed for a long time, and only opened his eyes when he heard Cheng Hong's footsteps. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

He said to Cheng Lang, "Happy New Year."

Cheng Lang was startled, he almost forgot, yesterday was New Year's Eve, and today is just the first day of Chinese New Year.

"Happy New Year."

Then he saw Jiang Xuan stretch out his hands from under the quilt and stretched out towards him. I don't know if it was an illusion, Cheng Hong always felt that he was acting like a baby.

He stepped forward in a dazed way, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Xuan tightly in his arms, tilted his head and kissed him on the temple.

"Are you leaving?" Jiang Xuan also kissed the same position, and then put his chin on his shoulder and did not move.

"Ah."

Cheng Lang suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, obviously he didn't go to a very far place, nor would he never come back, maybe he just felt that leaving Jiang Xuan would be a particularly uncomfortable thing for him at this time.

Not knowing whether to comfort him or herself, Cheng Lang raised his hand and patted Jiang Xuan's back, "Stay well at home, I'll call you at night."

"Ah."

"I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

Cheng Lang couldn't laugh or cry, raised his hand against his forehead and pushed back: "Then let go."

"Don't let it go, hold it for a while, why are you in a hurry."

Jiang Thrush also hated him.

The two kept hugging for an unknown amount of time, and finally they couldn't delay any longer. They exchanged a kiss reluctantly, Cheng Hong pulled away and left, and the key to the good car was out the door.

Jiang Xuan heard the sound of the door lock, turned over and buried himself in the quilt again, preparing to go back to sleep again.

Because Cheng Hong didn't come back yesterday, the old lady didn't eat the large table of dishes prepared the day before, and put them all in the refrigerator. Smell the long-lost vegetable aroma.

The old man was standing by the TV and teasing Doudou, and beside Doudou was standing the oriole that Jiang Xuan gave. But never had a fight, which made the old man envious.

When Cheng Hong entered the room, the old man looked back, and then just said "I'm back" and stopped talking, and continued to play with the birds, looking the same as usual.

After the meal, Cheng Hong volunteered to wash the dishes. The old lady was reluctant at first, but she got annoyed by him, so she agreed impatiently. The old man cleaned the table for her, and she cleaned it in the kitchen. Cheng Hong stood by the pool and washed the dishes.

While brushing the old lady, he still complained: "What are you brushing, the water is so cold, what if you hurt your hand as an artist?"

Hearing the bitterness, Cheng Lang felt uncomfortable, and when he saw the white hair on the old lady's head, he coaxed her even more unpleasantly: "How can it be so mysterious, I wash the dishes and clothes by myself at home, besides, the water is not bad. Cold, you are too much."

"Who passed it?" The old lady glared at him angrily, "I feel cold after brushing for so long, you are so delicate and tender, you don't even appreciate it when you feel sorry for you."

"I'll install a faucet with hot water for you tomorrow," Cheng Yan said with a smile, "When the time comes, you will use hot water for washing vegetables and rice. You don't like to use hand oil...Don't hide it, I saw it when I was eating just now, and my hands have frostbite."

"Who has chilblains! I put Dabao on every day!" The old lady said duplicity, and hid her hands behind her back. "The money didn't come from the strong wind. I think it's good to put it in any faucet."

Cheng Hong was very helpless, knowing that the old lady was worried about Qian, worried that he would not be able to take care of herself well in the city, and didn't want him to be busy at both ends.

"Grandma," he elongated his voice, his hands were still wet, and he wrapped his arms around the waist of the old lady without wiping her. She was short and had just reached Cheng Hong's chest, "Our family does not lack this money. I will give you money every year. The ones in the envelope are really a small part of my savings, so you don’t need to save me money, and if you want to... live in the city with grandpa, my house is big enough for you to live in."

"Don't go!"

The old lady quickly refused, shaking her head vigorously without fear of a headache, "What are you going to do there? There are so many people and the environment is not good. You can't tell the difference between south, east and north when you go out. What are we going to do there? It's not enough to cause trouble."

Cheng Lang couldn't help it. He had talked with the two of them earlier on this topic, and both of them were rejected.

"If you don't go, don't go..." He patted the old lady on the shoulder, tidying up the folded down jacket on her shoulders, his eyes moved, and suddenly remembered something, he hesitated to test, "I'm fine over there Yes, you don’t have to worry about other things when you live alone, but sometimes it’s boring, and you can only stay at home during the holidays.”

The old lady rolled her eyes, and she seemed to say casually: "Then why don't you hurry up and find a companion, the boss is not young, we don't care about you, you really plan to live alone?"

Cheng Lang smiled, "I have this plan, and there is a nice person over there."

As soon as the old lady heard something interesting, she quickly asked, "How old are you? What do you do? What's your personality like? Where's your family?"

"...younger than me," Cheng Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't intend to tell Jiang Xuan directly. After all, the old lady didn't understand these things, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to accept it, so she avoided the seriousness and ignored it, "I haven't graduated yet, and my personality is... quite stubborn Yes, but a nice guy. At home...single parent."

"Single parent? Oh, I watch blind date conferences on TV. The children of single parents are all alone, and they are still little girls, so they are not easy to get along with. Don't..."

"Oh," Cheng Hong interrupted him helplessly, "You don't watch those things, old ancestor, there are things that haven't been filmed yet, you are afraid that I will suffer a disadvantage."

"Then I must be worried about you. I have never heard of you dating since I was a child. I must be unsteady now. Tell me quickly, is that girl pretty?"

Cheng Hong frowned, "It's good-looking, very handsome, if it becomes him, I'll bring him here."

"Handsome? That's heroic. Can you describe a little girl? Oh, you don't know. Lao Zhang's son brought his girlfriend back the day before yesterday. That little girl is really good-looking, but I don't think she is good enough." Our family, Cheng Lang, needs to be ten times or eight times more beautiful. If you say you are good-looking, then your girlfriend must be even more beautiful. The little baby born in the future must not look like the little porcelain man..."

"Not a girlfriend." Cheng Lang said suddenly.

"That must not be your girlfriend, haven't you caught up yet..." The old lady froze as she spoke, and slowly turned her head to look at Cheng Lang.

Dead silence.

Cheng Lang looked into the eyes of the old lady.

"Under the street lights that day...was what I saw real?"

After a long time, the old lady opened her mouth.

Her voice was a little trembling, her expression was a little flustered, and she frowned as if she was recalling something carefully.

"Did you... kiss the little star?"

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