rice story

Cheng Yunpeng contacted the school that afternoon to explain the situation, and the newly dispatched experts arrived the next afternoon.Cheng Yunpeng handed over to him for a while, and began to feel at ease as a "rice" worm - a worm who specializes in squeezing Zhao Da's "rice".

Cheng Yunpeng suffered severe pain from a broken shoulder. Although no plaster was applied, the doctor fixed his left arm and he was basically unable to move.For the infusion twice a day, I had to stick the needle through my right hand. After a few days, there were pinholes all over the back of my hand, which could see through.

Cheng Yunpeng felt that it would be better to go to work, and now he looks like a disabled person with hemiplegia.

Zhao Dami did his best to deliver meals twice a day, and occasionally Cheng Yunpeng still had a needle in his right hand at noon, and Zhao Dami honestly fed him mouthfuls before leaving.

Zhao Dami is very busy. After the new personnel are in place, the pilot project is officially on the right track. The preparation work in the early stage is very cumbersome, and he often needs to coordinate before and after running. Every day is the base, hospital, and headquarters. a spinning top.

But Cheng Yunpeng didn't know this. He was bored in the ward all day, fingering his fingers or scrolling through the webpage, feeling very boring.

Since the last time the two of them sneaked out to eat and were caught by the head nurse on the spot, Cheng Yunpeng was watched by the nurse in charge.Staring at the ceiling in the single ward and thinking about life for two whole weeks, Cheng Yunpeng felt that his whole life was going to be sublimated.

Finally, one afternoon, Zhao Dami walked to the parking lot of the hospital after delivering the meal, only to find that Cheng Yunpeng, who was still lying in the ward just now, was waiting for him at the exit with a smile on his face.

"Hey! Why did you run out again?" Zhao Dami quickened his pace and walked along the aisle towards Cheng Yunpeng.

Cheng Yunpeng stood in the middle of the aisle, standing so straight.

For a moment, Zhao Dami felt as if he was performing a ritual of the Holy Spirit, and in the next second, Cheng Yunpeng would bow down to greet him, then stretched out his right hand, holding his arm, and the two of them walked to the priest together...

Zhao Dami was immersed in exaggerated imagination and couldn't extricate himself until he heard the man's answer with a smile.

"I've been with you all the way, and you haven't noticed, stupid!"

Only then did Zhao Dami finally come to his senses, and realized that the person in front of him was not a handsome Prince Charming, but a boy in hospital clothes who hadn't even changed into slippers, with his arms hanging around his neck.

Apparently, the boy in the hospital uniform was excited because he had successfully escaped from prison again, and looked around.

"I just searched around and didn't see a pickup. Where's your car?"

Zhao Dami was actually very happy to see his appearance, but still said with some worry.

"Shut up, go back, or the nurse will catch you looking good..."

"I'm not leaving! The doctor said that the bandages will be removed tomorrow, and everything is almost healed...I feel like I can move..." Cheng Yunpeng raised his arm and tried to turn it around to show Zhao Dami.

"Oh, don't, don't..." Zhao Dami was taken aback, and stepped forward to stop it, because Cheng Yunpeng's entire arm was wrapped in bandages, and it was shocking to see that Zhao Dami's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to do , had to settle for the next best thing, and grabbed the only finger that was exposed outside.

Cheng Yunpeng's fingers are long and have distinct joints. For some reason, they feel sweaty and cold to the touch.

Zhao Dami grabbed him, saw that he was not moving, and let him go quickly.

"I beg you, don't mess around with your ancestors!"

"Take me out and don't make trouble..." Cheng Yunpeng smiled and said, "Otherwise I will make troubles, every time I get married, I will make troubles, and let your company keep paying medical expenses until bankruptcy..."

"Don't mess around! Is this a problem of medical expenses?", Zhao Dami was upset and couldn't help being a little louder. Seeing that Cheng Yunpeng stared at him and stopped talking, he had to soften up.

"I don't have time right now...I have to go to the company to work overtime..."

"Okay... Then go to your company to play!"

"You... well, forget it, the doctor really said that it will be removed tomorrow?"

"Yes yes, I will never lie to you... let's go!" Cheng Yunpeng grabbed Zhao Dami's shoulder and walked forward.

The two walked a few steps before Zhao Dami wrapped his arms around Cheng Yunpeng's waist and turned him around.

"Hey, it's the wrong way, my car is here..."

Zhao Dami managed to fix Cheng Yunpeng to the co-pilot, then went back to the driver's seat and sat down, listening to Cheng Yunpeng shaking his head and talking.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Zhao, a local tyrant, drives a Porsche."

"Don't pretend! This car doesn't belong to me, but you, young master Cheng, still care about this car?"

"What's the matter? Can't the pickup truck enter the city?" Cheng Yunpeng deliberately teased him.

"No, the number is limited today, so I borrowed the brother's and come here first."

"Which senior brother, such a rich man?"

"President Qi, big boss. I just came back today, why don't I take you to meet me later?"

Cheng Yunpeng looked down at the bandaged arm hanging on his chest.

"It's time to meet, but let's not talk about it today, let's talk about it someday when I don't wear pajama pants... How rude to meet a partner dressed like this..."

"Hold the grass, am I not your partner?" Zhao Dami said without looking sideways as he turned the steering wheel just after turning a corner.

"Don't look at it if you have the ability! Why am I being rude to you?"

Cheng Yunpeng pretended to be calm and loudly finished speaking, feeling a little guilty, he turned his head sideways to stare at his blushing face in the rearview mirror, and did not dare to turn his head away as if deliberately concealing it.

So he didn't notice at all that the man who was concentrating on driving and stopped responding quietly raised the corner of his mouth.

They had an incomparable intimacy with others before, no matter what the source of that intimacy was, they all had a unique relationship.Even though they all know that what the other party can give may not be what they want, they all feel that talking is better than nothing, and they will not mention it on purpose.

In fact, many things in the world are like this. The answer is obvious but no one dares to take the initiative to reveal it.

Zhao Dami instinctively felt every time he spent with Cheng Yunpeng.

He didn't even mind waiting in a humble gesture of supplication.

He is very fortunate that he and Cheng Yunpeng still have a bunker called "good friends". On top of this, he is willing to cherish every ambiguous fight that he can perceive.

Zhao Dami suddenly felt that he might never be able to fall in love with anyone else in his life.

So he decided to remember every time Cheng Yunpeng blushed for his ears.

Because he thought it was the best gift he could steal from Cheng Yunpeng's lover whom he had never met.

When he arrived at the office, Zhao Dami asked Cheng Yunpeng to take a look around, and he really didn't care about him going to work.

The excitement of Cheng Yunpeng's successful escape from prison still persisted, and he walked around in Zhao Dami's huge office.Then he stopped in front of the large bookcase that covered almost the entire wall.

Cheng Yunpeng stretched his index finger across the spines of the books one by one, stopped in front of a brand new "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and continued to slide down. It seemed that he hadn't revisited that book for a long time.

But he doesn't want to revisit it today, he just wants to find out if there is "The Legend of Condor Heroes", and exchange experiences with fellow patients with Broken Arm Yang Daxia.

In the end, I searched around but couldn’t find it, so I randomly picked out a copy of "Plant Physiology" and spread it out on the coffee table. After reading it for a while, I felt bored, so I changed to "Soil Science" and continued to read...

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of "da da" typing and the sound of "rustling" flipping through books. Zhao Dami was too busy to pay attention to him, and it was as quiet as a hospital, but Cheng Yunpeng just felt comfortable and couldn't tell...

Cheng Yunpeng went to the tea room to make a cup of hot water, then went to make a cup for Zhao Dami, brought it to his side, said nothing, and sat back on the sofa to read a book.They are all very basic agricultural theories. Cheng Yunpeng flipped quickly, and the sky soon darkened...

After a long time, Zhao Dami came to the coffee table and asked him.

"Are you hungry? Have some supper?"

"Okay, I want to eat grilled fish!"

"No! No spicy food!"

"Oh, what about the cake..."

The two randomly found a small coffee shop near the company, and chatted a few words while eating cake.

Zhao Dami looked a little tired, as if he was trying his best, Cheng Yunpeng also saw that and stopped bothering him, and ran to the boss to borrow a pen and paper to stick post-it notes on the store wall.

It was difficult to use a pen with one hand, but he still finished writing stroke by stroke.

"Dami and Pengpeng came here for a visit. On x month x day x year"

Cheng Yunpeng waved it in front of Zhao Dami, and Zhao Dami smiled and expressed noncommittal, and Cheng Yunpeng stood up and carefully pasted the green post-it in the shape of a small house on the top of the message board.

After posting, he didn't sit down directly, but handed the pen to Zhao Dami.

"Come on, sign your name!"

Zhao Dami took it and asked him: "Why did you ask me to sign it after the posting? It's still so high..." He stood up and reached for the green piece of paper.

Cheng Yunpeng tugged at the sleeve of his right hand that had just been raised, and then pointed to his left arm.

"Didn't say there, sign here..."

Only then did Zhao Dami come back to his senses, seeing that Cheng Yunpeng hadn't opened his mouth yet, and heard him explain.

"Isn't there always someone playing on TV? Everyone signs their names in places like this. I want to play too..."

"Please, it's plaster! Can you just use a bandage?" Zhao Dami wanted to close his eyes and pat his head, expressing his doubts about Cheng Yunpeng's brain circuit.

"What's the matter? Do you look down on the bandages?" Cheng Yunpeng became a little unhappy, and reached out to snatch the pen from Zhao Dami's hand: "Forget it, return it to me if you don't sign it."

Zhao Dami hid back before Cheng Yunpeng could reach him, and then said: "Shut the sign, don't move."

Cheng Yunpeng stopped obediently and stretched his arms towards Zhao Dami.

Zhao Dami thought for a while with a pen in his hand, and asked him: "What should I write? You'll tear it down tomorrow, and writing about getting well soon...isn't it useful?"

"As long as you have a lot of things to do, just write your name..."

"Row!"

Zhao Dami carefully wrote "Zhao Dami" on the inside of Cheng Yunpeng's bandaged arm, and pinched Cheng Yunpeng's fingers, gently lifted the whole arm to look at it, and nodded to express his satisfaction.

Cheng Yunpeng looked at him with a smile, took the pen, wrote "idiot" next to "Zhao Dami", and then typed a small curved arrow in the middle of the two words, and then put his hand back in satisfaction.

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas~~~

What a pity, Mimi and Pengpeng are still in summer~~~

Happy Children's Day to them~~~