Baiyun ambition

Fine dust drifted in the air, and a piece of hair fell off the tip of Yu Fangyun's nose, Yan Xiru twirled it for him, and immediately looked away.

He had a dream outside the ward just now. In the dream, he had two slender legs hooked around his wrists, and his calf swayed against him.And he pinched his waist until it turned red and refused to let go.

Yu Fangyun met his gaze calmly, but he avoided it, not daring to look at each other, pretending nothing happened.This action is so familiar, but the people who did it switched places.

Yan Xiru hid her fingers in her pockets, with a strand of hair wrapped around her fingertips.If you think about it, you have a ghost in your heart.

In fact, Yu Fangyun was fine the next day after he was induced to vomit, but Fang Guangming was shocked when he heard this, and put him at home to rest for a week.So Uncle Master passed this week, feeling in a trance and not feeling well, closing his eyes all day and seeing the scene in his dream, the more he thought about it, the more details he could vividly remember.

I don't know who is reading: "The sweat is shining, and the hair is green and pine~"

The listener had a wrong heart, Yan Xiru yelled at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"What's wrong with me..." Jiang Jian was taking care of the pot of lilies of the valley, and was scolded for reciting a poem.He felt strange: "Boss, why is your expression so turbulent when Dr. Yu is not here?"

Yan Xiru threw the leather knife in his hand towards him.

Yu Fangyun finally came back, but this person was still out of his mind, pushing away the chair and going to change his medicine. "I'll go, uncle." She stood up but was stopped by Jiang Jian.

"Let him go, he's gone crazy these two days, and changed medicines for more than 20 beds." Jiang Jian nodded her head, "When you were away, something went wrong with him."

Yan Xiru walked in the corridor blankly, thinking about the current situation.He couldn't understand some thoughts, why the cardamom was in front of his eyes, why the foolishness, joy and anger were ironing his heart, but no matter what appearance he liked.But always like a famous actor hiding behind the scenes, he only has a rough and good-looking outline. From a distance, he likes it in every way, but when he looks up close, it is hazy.

He couldn't tell whether he was an ignorant scholar or just a spectator among the flowers.If I don't sing this play, I really don't know what role I will play.

When he walked to the corner and bumped into that person, Yu Fangyun picked up the pen that had rolled on the ground for him, and obediently called "Master Uncle".He didn't make an expression for a week, and he was afraid of the wind when his front teeth were exposed. "You forgot your dressing packet."

The cotton yarn was pressed so hot that Yan Xiru's fingers were hot, and he casually said, "Every time you pick up my pen, it's you."

Yu Fangyun smiled with rabbit teeth: "No, I am waiting for you here."

Yan Xiru was startled, seeing a tuft of hair on the top of his head, subconsciously stretched out his hand to press it.When you touch it, your hands feel soft and your mood is relaxed.

It turns out that all the plot coincidences in the play can be annotated by looking back suddenly and the place where the lights are dim.

The taste of the new year is getting stronger, and year signs are hung on the door of the ward. The head nurse came to the doctor to arrange work with a red lantern: "Draw lots in the afternoon, don't run around, especially you Yan Xiru." Wei is living in again."

"Who?" Yan Xiru's eyelids twitched.

Jiang Jian reminded: "Have you lost your memory, Da Wei, your old friend is good."

I can't wait to lose my memory.Wei Xiaochang, a patient known to all the hospitals in Tongshan, can stay in the hospital for eleven out of twelve months a year, and he has to choose the shortest February when he returns home.Yan Xiru had a sad face: "Didn't he just come out of the hospital from the heart, where is he going to be operated on this time?"

Dawei's reputation is not only because of the frequency of appearing in the ward, but more importantly, the whole hospital knows that he has been coveting Dr. Yan for a long time.

Da Wei came in with a wheelchair, as enthusiastic as a Hawaiian frangipani, with a bright yellow silk scarf tied around his neck, and whispered, "Doctor Yan~" He was so coquettish, no wonder the head nurse said he was raised by Yan Xiru in the hospital little lover.

Frangipani entangled Yan Xiru, and Jiang Jian leaned into Yu Fangyun's ear: "Actually, this big Wei is quite pitiful. He suffered from polio when he was a child, and left a deformed right foot. He was often bullied in school. She has a congenital heart disease and spends more time in the hospital than at home, so she is very dependent on us."

Yu Fangyun looked over, and found that Da Wei's right knee joint had some contracture with foot eversion, which was the sequelae of polio.With a disability and a feminine accent, one can almost imagine the kind of malice he suffered when he was a child.

Just this one bed, after procrastinating and searching for more than 20 minutes, Dawei held Yan Xiru's hand and refused to let go: "Doctor Yan, I wrote a poem for you, and I want to express how much I miss you."

Yan Xiru took three steps back: "No need."

But the young man's poetic prosperity was like the wind and rain, and he opened his mouth and began to recite.

"When the snow falls, leave this world quietly. It falls on the branches, one grain, one grain, like my yearning for you... one drop, one drop. May I, be the last snowflake, fall on your shoulders .Together with the trembling of the branches and leaves, I miss you deeply."

A three-fold sentence, like singing an opera, but Yan Xi was like goosebumps falling all over the ground, he didn't persist until the end, and ran away quickly.

"Doctor Yan!" Da Wei called out to his back, turned around to seek comfort, "Why, is it because I didn't write well?"

Jiang Jian had already laughed so hard that he fell to the ground, only Yu Fangyun seriously commented: "No, it's well written."

"The last lottery left, I put it next to the computer for you." The head nurse did not forget to worry, "Yan Xiru! Don't give away any more pens!" In previous years, no matter who he drew, he would give away a box of pens. Anyway, if you lose it quickly, they are all consumables.As we all know, doctors in general surgery are easy to chase, and a blue and black pen can be found.

The shredder in the consulting room was broken, and Yan Xiru called the nurse's station for help.When the nurse sister came in, he was bending over to clean up the waste paper all around, flying everywhere like snowflakes.Say to the other side: "If I were a snowflake, I would also like to fall on your shoulders."

Yan Xiru raised his head suddenly, with a look of horror on his face: "Where did you hear that?"

"Haven't you heard it? Your friend posted it on the hospital's official account and recited it in person. The voice is in your ears, and every sentence is emotional."

Yan Xiru almost knelt down on the ground.

"Director Yan, can I add your WeChat account?"

"Yes, scan this online consultation."

"No, I'm fine, just... I also wrote a poem, I miss you." As he spoke, the male patient raised his delicately drawn eyebrows, "I am your snowflake, and I am also your longing."

The class was terrified.Yan Xiru got into the elevator, and ran into the usually unsmiling secretary, and chatted for a while: "Next year's hospital celebration, don't you represent your department to make a show?"

"What kind of talent can I have? Performing surgery knots."

"You can recite poems," the secretary looked him up and down with his hands behind his back, "The snowflakes shaking on the leaves are my longing for you!"

Yan Xiru: "..."

Back home, Shen Zhi was circling in the living room, playing Mao Amin's longing, singing and dancing: "Missing ~ accumulated in my heart ~"

Yan Xiru had completely collapsed, covered her ears and ran upstairs in two or three steps, her legs were limp when she picked up the phone: "Please, don't miss me."

Yu Fangyun was taken aback: "You already know?"

The two were at odds with each other: "Know what?"

Said to the other side: "I will go back to the nineteenth floor next month. I was supposed to stay in the surgery for half a year, but there is a shortage of people in the ICU, so arrange for me to go back early."

Yan Xiru hung up the phone, the cold wind blowing through his heart.Such a dry piece of cardamom is about to be taken back as soon as it is warmed up. The words of the officials really don't count, especially Fang Guangming.He was upset, so he sent a message to his colleagues in the Chinese pharmacy, and sent the prescription cardamom to grandma last time: boil it down to seven payments, and I will pick it up tomorrow.

Chinese Pharmacy: What's wrong with you?

Yan Xiru: flustered, tight in chest, panicked.

Traditional Chinese Medicine: This is the version of Gexia Zhuyu Decoction. If you have hard lumps in your heart, do you really want to drink this?

Speaking of cooking fish soup, the face of cardamom appeared in front of my eyes again.Yan Xiru covered his chest and sighed: Just drink this.

Chinese Pharmacy: Well, why is your chest blocked? Is it because Da Wei misses you deeply, and every drop of it falls on your heart, blocking your heart?

Yan Xiru: Get lost.

He was so depressed that he didn't even eat dinner, filed two medical records, and lay down on the bed dejectedly.The thoughts I bear today are too heavy, and my back hurts from the pressure.Shen Zhi called him downstairs: "Yan Xiru! Your courier has arrived!"

In the middle of the night, I came to deliver the express delivery, but my heart was beating fast.Yan Xiru opened the door and went out, the surrounding was quiet, the man was sitting alone on the flower stand outside the courtyard soaking in the moonlight, with his knees up, obedient.

Cardamom always sat unsteadily by herself, either crossing her feet or leaning against the side, Yan Xiru walked slowly to the side of the flower stand.Yu Fangyun's waist sank, and it was his uncle who sat beside him and looked at him with a smile. "Send a courier?"

Yu Fangyun shook his head, nodded again, and stretched out his fist hand: "Your badge was left in the outpatient clinic, and the nurse picked it up."

Yan Xiru still stared at him: "Just to get a badge, you came here to find me?"

Yu Fangyun pursed his lower lip tightly to prevent his rabbit teeth from showing timidity, but speaking like this made him even less confident, and it was easy to bite his tongue. "You take it first."

"Okay." Yan Xiru covered his fist with a big hand, tightly.

Yu Fangyun spread his palm upwards, and instead of catching it, he stretched out five fingers to touch his palm, and his eyes overlapped.

They looked at each other with their palms pressed together, one with glowing eyes and the other with pulsating eyes, as if someone and someone had made a private decision for life under the wisteria flower trellis... The sign in his hand was also sticky, and I don't know who was sweating.

The badge was about to melt in the palm of his hand, and with a crisp snap, Yan Xiru got a slap in the palm of his hand, and things were stuffed indiscriminately.Yu Fangyun turned his head away—it's just a plastic card, what kind of "The Story of the Jade Hairpin" is being played.

But after he was beaten, he smiled even more happily, put his hands behind Cardamom's waist, and started humming softly.The Shaoxing accent is used, and the tone is flying in the sky, but the tone is deep and mellow, making people sink to the bottom of the lake, and everything around them is far away.Still those two sentences——

"The four seasons of my meridian are impermanent. When I travel to the heaven and the earth, the heaven and the earth are narrow."

"My lord, don't panic, then I will go to the mountains and watch the rivers to pave a new bright hall for you."

Yu Fangyun looked at him in surprise: "Do you still remember these two sentences?"

"Of course, I went back and thought about it word by word for a long time, and finally understood where it came from," Yan Xiru whistled lightly, "It was written by Yu Doukou, "A Tale of Cardamom·Persuading Master Uncle to Smile"."

Cardamom laughed too.After looking at each other and laughing, he became embarrassed again: "Humming casually, I didn't sing it specially for you." Yu Fangyun stood up suddenly, "I will be on duty in the second half of the night, so I will go back first."

As soon as the side ran away, the center of gravity of the flower stand was tilted, and it fell forward.Yan Xiru fell to the ground, covered in wisteria, but his heart suddenly brightened.Because there are chapters in that word, only you can understand it.

Before that day, he had exposed his depression and melancholy to him, so Yu Fangyun added a sentence in the libretto, telling him——

"The sky and the earth are narrow, and the four seasons are impermanent, but they can't match the vastness of the human heart."

The lights were turned on at night, and Yu Fangyun was woken up by the nurse at around four o'clock in the morning.Qi Bed is an elderly man with liver cancer. His granddaughter is extremely cute. He was originally scheduled to be discharged from the hospital before the Chinese New Year. Recently, his liver function has deteriorated rapidly and his condition is critical.

The wound oozes a circle of blood, Yu Fangyun pulls the curtain to change the dressing for the grandfather, the little girl stands outside and asks: "Brother Yu, I haven't seen you for a week. Are you going to accompany your girlfriend?"

Yu Fangyun pinched the tweezers and answered patiently: "No."

"Brother, do you have a girlfriend?"

Yu Fangyun couldn't help laughing, this was the most common question he heard in the ward besides "doctor, can I eat spicy food".

There was only the sound of metal clinking in the curtain, and there was no answer. The little girl couldn't help poking her head in, but Yu Fangyun pressed her forehead and pushed it out: "No, Xiao Shuang went outside and waited." Horrible, not suitable for children.

Xiao Shuang turned her back to the bed curtain, very satisfied: "It's fine if you don't have one, then let me be the girlfriend of Brother Yu, Uncle Jiang, and Dr. Yan from now on."

The curtain swung open, and Yu Fangyun bent down to look at her: "No, you can only be Dr. Jiang's girlfriend."

"Why? Uncle Jiang won't be jealous."

Yu Fangyun patted her on the head: "Because Brother Yu, I have someone I like very much."

The little girl is not good at counting, and she can't count with her fingers. How come there is only one left after subtracting one from three.

The morning sun is attentive, and there are always people who get up early to live up to the time.Yu Fangyun met Da Wei who was watching the sunrise on the rooftop, and the other party gave him a rose delicately. "I'm starting to miss Dr. Yu too."

He returned to the office, took out his notebook and put the petals into the pages of the book. There were even a few walnuts hidden in the drawers here.

Since a few years ago, I have accumulated one by one, and finally I am close to success and consummation.Yan Xiru compares him to cardamom, and Yu Fangyun uses walnuts for him. It's the same. No one is more romantic than the other.

It was dawn, Yu Fangyun rested his chin on the back of his hand, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

——His heartbeat is worthless, like a walnut, it filled the entire drawer.If it is broken, replace it, and if it is lost, add it.But it doesn't matter, it will always be full, and it will always be seen by him.