to comfort the sun

The ward was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.

No one came to visit Shen Yuan in the past two days, the ward was extremely deserted, and his eyes were hard and cold white.

Shen Yuan woke up around twelve o'clock in the noon. He had a high fever for two days because of the wound infection, and he had surgery for a broken leg. bitter.

He couldn't feel the broken leg anymore. Although the injury on his body was painful, it was still within his tolerance.

As soon as Liu Chenglin came in, he greeted politely first: "Mr. Shen, how do you feel?"

At that time, Shen Yuan was leaning on the hospital bed. This hospital bed was a single room specially arranged by the bureau. The windows were bright and clean. It can be said that the environment was sunny and sunny. The only drawback was that the TV could not be turned on. Throw it away, now lying down is boring.

Shen Yuan pulled the stool beside the bed, and smiled at the person: "It's much better."

Liu Chenglin looked at his legs, and said in a less hurtful way: "I heard from the doctor that your legs... are not so easy to heal."

Shen Yuan glanced at it indifferently: "Zhao Song gave me a cane a few days ago, I didn't expect it to be really useful."

Sun Fuzhou, who was eavesdropping outside the door, subconsciously clenched his fists. He also remembered the crutch full of irony, which was later left downstairs in the boxing gym.

I knew it was used as a fire stick.

Liu Chenglin is not very good at comforting people, and he really doesn't know what face to put on. He speaks like a doctor's order: "Although I can't recover to the original state, but if I recover well later, it won't affect my normal life. living."

Shen Yuan hummed, without much reaction: "Let's talk about business..."

Liu Chenglin nodded and took out the recording equipment.

Sun Fuzhou, who was hiding outside the door, wanted to take a peek into the room through the small glass window on the door, but unfortunately the angle was not allowed, so he could only see the window on the other side.

The old tree branches in the yard will occasionally sprout new shoots, stretching out brightly at the window, breaking the complete piece of blue sky, but finally it is quietly and properly framed in the window.

Just like Shen Yuan, quietly embedded in the hospital bed.

After finishing the notes for Shen Yuan, Liu Chenglin deliberately went back to Sun Fuzhou's ward, but he was no longer there, only a little nurse was making the bed.

Liu Chenglin leaned forward and asked, "Where are the patients here?"

The little nurse quickly folded the quilt without raising her head: "I'm discharged from the hospital, I just left."

Liu Chenglin glanced at the room number suspiciously, he did not go wrong.

The little nurse packed up her things and came out, and took a look at him: "Are you the patient's family?"

Liu Chenglin shook his head: "No, it's my friend."

The little nurse gave a short oh, and stretched out her hand to pass something over: "I saw this on the floor when I was just cleaning it up. It must have been dropped by a patient. You can hand it over to him."

A jasper Laughing Buddha wearing a red rope, if you look carefully, you can find a crack on the top of the Jade Buddha's head. They say that the Laughing Buddha is safe, and this is a disaster.

Liu Chenglin put away the Jade Buddha and thanked the little nurse.

And Sun Fuzhou, who didn't know what was missing, was in a crutch store next to the hospital. The clerk pointed to a crutch and gave him a warm recommendation. In the end, no one was satisfied.

The metal one is too cold, and it looks like an iron rod; the wooden one is too old-fashioned, and when it matches Shen Yuan, a good young man in his twenties suddenly looks older to him For several years.

Looking left and right, Sun Fuzhou finally walked out of the crutch shop. The key reason for denying this choice is because Zhao Song -- he only threw a crutch two days ago, and you gave him another one today.

This is not a lack of heart, what is this?

But since God has closed the door for you, always leave a window——Sun Fuzhou noticed a certain wheelchair directly-operated store opposite at a glance.

When he pushed the wheelchair back to the hospital, Sun Fuzhou was impulsive, but his enthusiasm didn't last long, and when he walked to the ward, he began to retreat in his heart.

It's not that the hospital doesn't have wheelchairs for sale. He even bought one on purpose. Does it make people feel too deliberate?

Sun Fuzhou pushed the wheelchair through the door, just a nurse came out from the door, just in time to see the foot of the hospital bed, he turned around with the wheelchair guiltily.

Forget it, it's an apology.

Sun Fuzhou rearranged his appearance. When he was just discharged from the hospital, he shaved his head specially. Even when he looked in the mirror, he felt much more energetic.

Walking to the ward, he knocked on the door twice, then pushed the door open and entered.

Shen Yuan knew that Sun Fuzhou would come sooner or later, but he didn't understand what it meant for him to push a wheelchair, did he learn from Zhao Song?

Perhaps it was because of the short and clean shaved hair, Sun Fuzhou just stood there tall and straight, without the inexplicable slump on his body, he was more youthful, his face was scratched, and there was a thin layer of blood on his face The scab instantly diluted the immaturity a lot.

Shen Yuan put down the hot tea in his hand, and the bottom of the cardboard cup fell on the table with a "da" sound.

He seemed to be exchanging greetings, but his eyes kept glancing at the wheelchair: "Captain Sun, it seems that your body has recovered."

Sun Fuzhou pushed the wheelchair to the side of his bed where he could reach out and touch it: "I'm not injured at all."

This is the truth, he only has a pair of wrist strains all over his body and needs to take care of it for a few days, and he doesn't even bother to apply medicine for other bumpy skin injuries.

He looked at Shen Yuan again, when he found him, he was covered in blood and his face was too weak, now that his body was clean, his face became fair again, but there was still no flesh, instead, he was covered by the large hospital gown, making him even thinner up.

Shen Yuan let him scrutinize him without dodging: "What are you looking at me for?"

Sun Fuzhou withdrew his gaze angrily: "Look at your good looks."

Shen Yuan realized later that he had been teased, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He glanced to the side: "Wheelchair...for me?"

Sun Fuzhou said nonsense: "I am sending comfort on behalf of the bureau."

Believe in you.

Shen Yuan knew that he was stubborn, so he didn't expose him.

When the two sat together, they couldn't actually talk about anything, but they didn't feel embarrassed either. Sun Fuzhou could peel an apple for him for half an hour, frowning seriously like a little old man, while Shen Yuan watched from the side. Without rushing, I sipped from a cup of hot tea to a cup of cold tea in my hand.The lights outside were just coming on, and the dark blue night was framed into the window, and the shadowy branch was still hanging on the window eaves.

Only a small light was turned on in the room, Sun Fuzhou peeled half of the apples, thought it was too dark, got up and went to the door to turn on the big light.

——If I had known earlier, I would have peeled an orange for him politely.

He walked to the door with the knife in his hand, and the moment he turned on the light, the door opened by itself.

A man with a combed-back hair exuding a particularly smoky scent of hairspray poked his head sneakily inside.

"Who are you?"

Without even thinking about it, Sun Fuzhou punched him out with a knife.

The man was startled by Sun Fuzhou who was about to use a knife as soon as he came up: "No... I'm looking for Shen Yuan!"

Not long ago, I was still sympathizing with Shen Yuan because he had no family members or friends. Unexpectedly, one popped up at this moment, and Sun Fuzhou's curiosity was aroused at once. When he took a closer look, he was wearing a three-piece high-end suit. Wearing a black gold opal brooch, the man who doesn't tie his tie or button his buttons properly looks quite familiar.

Sun Fuzhou thought for a long time before he remembered his name: "Chen Yu?"

Chen Yu grabbed the hem of his clothes and tugged at it, then unbuttoned another button on his suit, and opened his chest: "Yes, yes, it's me."

Sun Fuzhou put away the fruit knife: "Did you come to see Shen Yuan?"

Chen Yu put on a hippie smile: "Yes, is he there?"

Sun Fuzhou opened the door, walked back to the hospital bed under Shen Yuan's gaze, sat down, picked up the unfinished apple and continued to peel it as if no one else was there.

Chen Yu was not too polite, he walked in casually, admiring Shen Yuan's legs as soon as he came up, and even tapped his knuckles on the external fixation brace curiously.

Chen Yu stared at him in disbelief and confirmed to him: "It's really Zhao who did it?"

Shen Yuan didn't say a word, in his eyes it was tacit agreement.

"It shouldn't be..." Perhaps due to the existence of Sun Fuzhou, an outsider, Chen Yu did not continue to discuss this topic, "Hey, I just finished eating with those people, and I heard that you woke up, so I came over to have a look , can you leave the hospital today?"

Shen Yuan glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yu took a ring with him, and took it off for fun: "Let me go to the wine shop with you, didn't you say... I'll come to you after this thing is over?"

With a sound of "ding", Sun Fuzhou flicked the tip of the knife, then stuck an apple that was cut as rough as a contemporary abstract sculpture on it and handed it to Shen Yuan.

"He has such legs, are you taking him to a charity dinner for the disabled?"

Chen Yu pretended not to understand what was going on, and explained in a serious manner: "It's a charity dinner, but it's not about the disabled, it's a charity dinner for the Chaoyang Foundation, and it will be held at the end of next month. Say."

Sun Fuzhou let out a long sigh, and it had nothing to do with his flying top.

As a former son, he has seen a lot of people like Chen Yu. Without exception, they have no possessions, no ambitions in their lives, squandering capital, and time for fooling around. Falling in love is just a consumer product. One, if you have a bunch, you can also play a bunch.

It is impossible to verify whether Shen Yuan and him are in love, but it is also true that they have a close relationship.

But that's still none of his business.

Sun Fuzhou cleaned up the mess: "Okay, let's talk, I'm leaving."

Shen Yuan suddenly stopped him, and handed over the leftover fruit core: "Help me throw it away."

The movements and tone came out naturally, and Sun Fuzhou either answered or not, and finally he could only click his tongue angrily: "I owe you."

Shen Yuan wiped the apple juice in Kai's hand with toilet paper, and rolled his eyelids at Chen Yu: "If you have nothing to do, go back first, it's not convenient for me to talk to you right now."

Chen Yu should let go of chatting with the fish on the phone, and when he heard Shen Yuan chasing him away, he said in disbelief: "Brother Shen, I'm not messing with you, our business...is business!"

Shen Yuan threw the ball of toilet paper into the trash can from a distance, and Sun Fuzhou, who got up to throw the trash, saw this scene, his face turned black.

"There must always be a first-come-first-served one. Team Sun just said he wanted to invite me to dinner."

Sun Fuzhou: "..." He didn't say that.

Chen Yu gave him a disappointed look, and said in a rare voice, "You better know what you should do."

"I know."

Shen Yuan is very clear about what he is doing, he has always been very clear.

Chen Yu reached out and tore off the loose tie, walked to the bathroom of the ward, fastened the tie completely again, and finally walked out while buttoning his suit.

Chen Yu, who was dressed in formal attire, changed his habit of smiling, and cast a nonchalant glance at Sun Fuzhou who was close at hand.

Step away.