no way

Zhang Cong made a bowl of noodles very quickly, without any fancy gimmicks, so he boiled it in clear soup, sliced ​​half of the sausage and threw it in, and put a poached egg in it, and finally took it out of the pan, sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions.

Zhang Cong grabbed a pair of chopsticks and poured a few drops of sesame oil in the bowl before going out.

When it was on the table, Yan Jianghe inhaled the aroma.The hot aroma made him even hungrier.

"Okay, you." Yan Jianghe took the chopsticks from Zhang Cong's hand, mixed the noodles casually for a few rounds, and ate with his head down.

He nodded and took a look at Zhang Cong: "I found that you are good at cooking."

Zhang Cong: "...No. You can't do the complicated ones, but you don't need to know the simple ones, just throw them in the pot and cook them."

Yan Jianghe took a bite of the poached egg, but his heart was still runny. He clicked his tongue: "Let me tell you, it's definitely not like this."

Seeing Yan Jianghe eating happily, Zhang Cong suddenly wanted to laugh. He leaned on the back of the chair: "Are you not good at cooking?"

Yan Jianghe took a sip of the noodle soup with a "Gudong" bowl: "Yes, you guessed it right."

Zhang Cong was really happy. When Yan Jianghe put down the bowl, he caught sight of the dimple in the corner of Zhang Cong's mouth.

Yan Jianghe continued to eat noodles: "After New Year's Day, I have to go back to my mother's place in the afternoon. I'll bring some food tonight. My mother will definitely cook a table of good dishes."

"The old man can't eat anything." Zhang Cong said subconsciously.

"He can't eat you." Yan Jianghe smiled, a bowl of noodles was just swept away by him, as if it had been blown away by the northwest wind.

Yan Jianghe: "The old man is easy to fiddle with, just give him a pot of millet grains with clear soup and little water."

"...Hmm." Zhang Cong looked at the empty bowl. He really didn't expect how Yan Jiang could be so hungry. He couldn't help asking, "Are you full?"

Yan Jianghe raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and said cheaply: "I'm not full, why don't you give me another bowl?"

"..." Zhang Cong looked at him for a while, and was really about to stand up.

Yan Jianghe quickly grabbed Zhang Cong's arm: "Hey, no need, I'm full."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong still didn't sit down, he silently picked up Yan Jianghe's clean dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's back, and the sound of running water in the kitchen was extremely pleasant.He was in a much better mood, so he generously praised: "It's quite exciting to be good."

Zhang Cong came over with another plate of small tomatoes, each of which was crystal clear and beautiful, washed very cleanly, and dripped with small drops of water.

Yan Jianghe raised his hand and took out one, pulled off the stalk and bit into his mouth, the juice was sweet and sour.His taste buds were flattered, and his eyes were stained with a smile.

I don't know if Zhang Cong put on a demon filter due to psychological effects. When he saw Yan Jianghe throwing the dark green stalk into the trash can, he felt that the gesture was extremely embarrassing, and he almost raised his fingers.

Zhang Cong couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he turned his head quietly. He stuffed his mouth with a small tomato, intending to suppress his shock.

Zhang Cong didn't stop, stuffed five small tomatoes in a row, and finally turned his face and said: "Old man..."

"Do you really want to ask?" Yan Jianghe suddenly cut off, "Those things about him before."

Yan Jianghe smiled and said: "Although it's annoying to say it, you shouldn't tell others casually, but it's okay if you want to know. As a grandson, you should also know more about grandpa."

Zhang Cong: "..."

Zhang Cong must have been kicked out of the habit by Yan Jiang and He Chengri, and he doesn't have much taste to touch at the moment.The winter sun was slightly sluggish, Yan Jianghe put a light highlight on the bridge of his nose, Zhang Cong looked directly at the bright spot, his eyes didn't move.

The smile on Yan Jianghe's face slowly faded away, his deep voice was soaked in the sunlight and rolled, wrapped in a thin layer of temperature, melting away the life of an old man.

Mr. Feng is a natural doctor.To put it this way, it is not just because of his talent and attainments in medicine, but more because of his enthusiasm for the position of "doctor".

When it comes to "love" in the world, perhaps quite a few people can express their feelings, but everything cannot escape two sides. When "love" brings anxiety, fatigue, and even pain, a group of people will be wiped out. Willing to be responsible for "love" again, and the part left behind has "respect" on its shoulders.

Yan Jianghe feels that Mr. Feng is a person who loves and respects the profession of "doctor".

Feng Lao was in good health when he was young, his hands were as steady as Mount Tai, and he was able to reach perfection when he picked up a scalpel.He devoted himself to studying and spent almost all his time in the hospital.

There is no way for people to separate themselves, just like most mediocre people in the society. Mr. Feng is devoted to his career, but he will naturally neglect his family.

Mr. Feng's family structure is very simple. He only had a child in his middle age when he was nearly forty. There is an elderly mother in her 30s and an elderly mother in the family.

Yan Jianghe has never met his teacher's wife, but he seldom hears it mentioned by others, and he will glimpse nostalgia and respect from the frustration between the lines. ——Old Feng must have a very understanding and good wife.

The day of the accident was no different, the sun rose as usual, the sky was still bright, and the big doctor in the thoracic surgery department was still busy.Everything is stuck in gear, and there is no sign of destroying anything.

That night Mr. Feng opened the nightstand and was not at home.The elderly mother in his family complained of stomach pains all night.Although there was still one month before the due date, the old lady at home must have panicked. When she was in a hurry, she took her daughter-in-law and unborn grandson to the hospital overnight.

No one knows what the tragedy will look like when it is the worst, just like no one can imagine how tearing the brakes will be.

The car carrying Mr. Feng's entire "home" collided with a large truck.

……

Zhang Cong reached out to pick out the little tomatoes again, but his hand was empty, only his fingertips touched the cold water.The little tomatoes are gone.Yan Jianghe didn't eat a single one when he was talking, it was all eaten by him.

Zhang Cong felt a little nauseous. He suspected that what he swallowed was not sweet and sour juice, but spicy blood.

"Teacher's wife and the child in her stomach passed away as soon as they arrived at the hospital." Yan Jianghe said softly.

"He died just after arriving at the hospital?" Zhang Cong repeated nonsense.

"Yeah. But the old man only found out later that his wife and child were gone." Yan Jianghe couldn't bear it anymore, and he spoke softer, "The old lady has endured for a while."

Zhang Cong asked dryly, "And then?"

He thought that there would be no worse result, but Yan Jianghe sat here and opened his mouth to let him know how the sky fell.

Yan Jianghe said he was tired, so he simply raised his head and knocked on the back of the chair: "There is an unwritten rule in the hospital that doctors cannot perform major operations on immediate family members. I think you can understand the various reasons for it without me telling you."

Yan Jianghe: "I also heard from my dad that the situation that night was very urgent. The only doctor in the whole big doctor who was able to deal with the old lady's situation was the old man. It would be too late to call other doctors over."

"So?" Zhang Cong's spine suddenly felt cold.

"That's why I pushed the old lady into the operating room. Did you say that you should kill a thousand times? No one dared to tell him that his mother and child were gone, but they dared to tell him to go into the operating room to save his own mother." Yan Jianghe glanced at Feng The old door, "I really can't imagine how he opened his chest."

Zhang Cong's thoughts traveled through time and returned to the pale hospital corridor a few days ago.At that time, he asked Yan Jianghe why Mr. Feng was not on the expert wall, and Yan Jianghe said it was because of a failed operation.Yan Jianghe said that Mr. Feng was not willing to have that title.

Zhang Cong didn't plan to ask any more questions, he thought he already knew the ending.But Yan Jianghe turned him upside down again: "Master's hands are very steady."

Why did Yan Jiang use "Master".

Zhang Congzhen was in place, and everything around him became sensitive and delicate. He had never felt the blood flow to his limbs so clearly, and he had never heard Yan Jianghe speak so seriously: "There was no operational error during the operation. But the old lady still didn't get off the operating table."

"why?"

Zhang Cong blurted out, and wanted to slap himself again.Why are there so many?

"Human life is never something that a doctor can save with a pair of superb hands." Yan Jianghe quietly retracted his gaze, and he whispered, "I have never seen a stronger person than him."

Yan Jianghe was in the hospital. He had seen too many farewells, seen the most absurd and cowardly side of human nature, and also experienced the tenacity and tenacity of will.But even so, when he saw the wrinkled smile on Old Feng's face, he never dared to think about how the old man stood under the shadowless lamp, how he kept his hands steady and closed the chest for his biological mother.

The eternal silence was sewn into that old chest, which nourished him and ended with him.

At the same time, a son, a husband, a man—his light as a doctor was extinguished forever.

Just so quietly, a nobility was chopped off and the glory was taken away.

But now?What now?What happened to those hands that held despair but were still steady?Zhang Cong slowly turned his mind, and the picture was involved - his hands were wrinkled and trembling when he wiped sweat.

Therefore, suffering is not the most terrible thing, time is the ultimate, it will greedily swallow all the outlines and details, and make everything lose its strength.If there is anything indomitable, there is only the word "stubborn".

Zhang Cong saw Yan Jianghe turn his head, and the faint highlight fell back on the bridge of his nose.Zhang Cong continued to stare, keeping his eyes firmly in the small light.

The two were silent for a long time.The sun gradually turns orange, and slowly sinks into warm red.

It was Yan Jianghe who put away his emotions first, and he asked Zhang Cong with a smile: "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Jianghe: "Do you like fried tenderloin? My mother must have made it. How about sweet and sour pork? Pork in a pot? Which one do you like? I'll bring you more."

Yan Jianghe urged him: "Speak quickly."

Zhang Cong took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth and didn't light it. He licked the bitter taste of inferior nicotine on the tip of his tongue, and paused for a moment before saying, "Sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Okay." Yan Jianghe stood up and stretched his waist. His lazy posture inexplicably made Zhang Cong relax.

Yan Jianghe walked up to Zhang Cong, stared at him, and began to pick up troubles, nosy: "Your hair is a little long, but don't cut it yet, you shaved your head to be a reform-through-labour prisoner, and you deserve a beating. But don't stay too long, it's the first time I saw your Shamate, what kind of three-cat beast is that, and it deserves a beating."

Anyway, left and right are nothing but a beating.

"..." Zhang Cong sat there and gritted his teeth, trying not to let the smoke roll from his mouth to grab the ground.

Yan Jianghe suddenly flicked the tip of Zhang Cong's upright hair with his fingertips, and his tone was indistinctly reassuring: "Good boy."

He seemed to have collapsed something, like the Milky Way pouring down, and it became solid.

A stubborn rock collapsed and a crack opened.