When the storm took the script

Zhao Duan was stunned on the spot, he subconsciously wanted to grab it.

Sheng Junqian had already torn off the packaging, pulled down the mask for a second, quickly stuffed the milk candy into his mouth, and stood condescendingly by the bedside with his arms crossed and looked at him.

"..." Zhao Duan sat up angrily, "I've never seen such a stingy person like you!"

"Not only stingy."

Sheng Junqian bent over and frowned slightly, and said lightly, "It's still scum."

"you!"

Zhao Duan has never been so angry since he founded Xingyu. He was so angry that he couldn't bear it, and he was reluctant to do it. Verbal threats were useless. His brain became hot, and he pulled Sheng Junqian's collar, and suddenly thought, you Didn't you let me pull it?

Then I will pull it.

Sheng Junqian was already bent over, but when he dragged him, he lay on Zhao Duan's body.

Accurate projection.

Through the mask, the two kissed.

There was a thunderbolt in the ear, and Sheng Junqian felt a pain on his forehead first, and then felt the temperature and touch on his lips, and was instantly stunned.

Zhao Duan was also taken aback, staring blankly at the person on top of him.

Sheng Junqian's ears seemed to be a little red, and his forehead was bumped into redness. When he looked closely, he felt that everything was red.

His glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, revealing his pair of sparkling peach eyes, and he looked much milder than usual due to a layer of mist.

Zhao Duan's heart was hot, and he stared straight at him, almost wanting to impulsively confess his love to him.

The two spoke at the same time.

Zhao Duan: "...I - you, you speak first"

Sheng Junqian said:

"There are tiny particles of germs, droplets, and dust on the outer layer of the mask, and there may be viruses in the hospital—"

Show your mother's white.

Zhao Duan was crazy to do such a stupid thing. He pulled down the mask, opened his mouth in an extremely childish way in front of Sheng Junqian, stretched his tongue, and gnashed his teeth arrogantly.

It doesn't look like what a 32-year-old boss of a listed company should do.

Sheng Junqian was distracted by his restless tongue, turned his head with a stiff face: "...what are you doing?"

In anger, Zhao Duan pushed the old man vigorously, "Don't you think I'm dirty? Come, come, spray me with your alcohol."

Sheng Junqian was staggered by his push, and he was dizzy and a little dazed, but his expression was always cold, so even if there were any slight changes, it only changed from cold to colder.

Zhao Duan's face was sullen, trembling all over, he was so angry that he wanted to pull out the infusion tube and leave immediately, what kind of f*cking madness is a president here?

"I don't hate you." Sheng Junqian tried his best to let his reason come back, and held Zhao Duan's hand that pulled out the needle, "It's a conditioned reflex. Besides, it's the mask that's dirty, not you."

Zhao Duan was still a little dizzy, so he opened his mouth and said, "You still wear the mask if it's dirty, why don't I see you kiss me if I'm not dirty!"

This broken mouth!

as hell...

At this moment, Zhao Duan was so embarrassed that he could open the window and jump directly.

"..."

Sheng Junqian's demeanor after finally getting back into the basket was dulled by his violent punching. Logically speaking, the two of them had never kissed before. As for such a big reaction?

I really don't understand my emotions anymore.

Don't you sympathize with Zhao Duan and just want to treat him better?

So annoying.

Sheng Junqian tried his best to control what was wrong with him. The more he controlled, the easier it was to make mistakes. He straightened up and wanted to take his mobile phone, but he turned off the light by the bed.

This time, Zhao Duan, who was mentally abnormal, was stabbed again.

"What? You not only think I'm dirty, but now you think I'm ugly?"

Sheng Junqian's intuition is not good, and he must be the one who will suffer if he continues to entangle, so he said hastily: "You go to sleep first. I'll go out and have a look."

Then run away.

-

After Sheng Junqian left, Zhao Duan, who was alone, was irritated to death. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Want to smoke myself.

Why do you owe it like a brat?

...Sheng Junqian should be back after dripping, right?

He stared at half of the potion left, and fucked: why so slow?

Zhao Duan bit his cigarette butt, and touched the small gear of the infusion governor. He couldn't help but want to speed it up, but he remembered Sheng Junqian's mother-in-law's incomprehensible instructions, so he endured it and still didn't move.

What did this man do? Didn't he just kiss him? It's not like he hasn't kissed before.

Petty.

The words were very harsh, but his heart beat several beats faster. Zhao Duan couldn't control his toes and curled up his toes slightly under the quilt. He recalled the kiss just now in his brain. The fire suddenly went out.

The little bastard showed a cold face, and even sprayed him with alcohol, thinking he was dirty.

Fortunately, the kiss just now was a mask. If he really kissed his mouth, wouldn't he have to wash it with sulfuric acid?

Cheap.

Zhao Duan hammered his beating heart hard, the smile on the corner of his mouth dissipated, wasn't it just a kiss with the mask, as for the lack of love and lack of love?

This gradually cooling mood lasted until the end of the drip.

Sheng Junqian hasn't come back yet.

Zhao Duan watched the blood return from the infusion tube holding his stomach full of anger, pulled out the needle with a sullen face, and casually pulled out a piece of paper to wipe off the blood oozing from the back of his hand. His Adam's apple moved, and he laughed at himself: "Idiot."

-

I forgot that Zhao Duan was still on a drip, Sheng Junqian really didn't do it on purpose, he was dragged away by his cousin to work as a coolie as soon as he left the house.

The No. 71 bus had an accident just now. It was the evening rush hour. The bus was full of people. There were not many serious injuries, but there were also many minor injuries.

Sheng Junqian spun like a top without stopping for more than an hour, and he had already completely forgotten about the kiss just now and even the owner.

"Junjun, you can rest for a while." The cousin pushed the door open and came in, approached and said in a low voice, "I saw your little boyfriend leave just now, did you get busy and forget about him?"

Little boyfriend?

Sheng Junqian was still a little dazed and raised his head abruptly.

Zhao Duan!

"Cousin, help me watch."

Sheng Junqian trotted all the way into his cousin's office, only to feel a cold room.

That fierce man who always swears cursed and even folded the messed up quilt neatly into tofu cubes.

Sheng Junqian's heart suddenly sank a little, and he felt an inexplicable regret.

It has been snowing all day today. Sheng Junqian thought it would only be a thin layer at night, but he never thought that it would only be a few hours, and the goose feather snow fell one after another, and someone even piled up two at the entrance of the hospital. snowman.

Even knowing that Zhao Duan had no reason to wait for him, Sheng Junqian ran out, and his intuition told him that Zhao Duan should still be there.

When this idea suddenly appeared, Sheng Junqian felt a little shameless for a moment.

Until seeing Zhao Duan's hair and shoulders covered with snow, Sheng Junqian felt even more panicked, and pinched his palms heavily: I really went too far.

Zhao Duan was smoking a cigarette by himself against the tree at the entrance of the hospital, and his whole body was melted into the night. If it weren't for the flickering fire caught between his fingertips, Sheng Junqian might not have found him.

After sorting out his mood, Sheng Junqian walked over to pinch his cigarette.

Zhao Duan raised his eyelids lazily, and his expressionless face was a little more irritable.

"Sorry, there were a lot of patients just now, I forgot." Sheng Junqian bowed his head and apologized, "Why didn't you wait for me inside, it's so cold outside."

Zhao Duan squinted at him, "I'm afraid you don't have enough alcohol."

Sheng Junqian was at a loss for words, and for the first time realized how terrible the old man in front of him was. In order to turn off the fire, he could only take out the alcohol and throw it into the trash can in front of Zhao Duan.

Anyway, there is a whole box of wholesale in the dormitory, not bad for this one.

Zhao Duan's gloomy expression has improved a lot from the naked eye, as if it is such a proud thing to be victorious in the competition with alcohol.

Sheng Junqian had nothing to say: "Thank you today."

"You help others, and I do good every day." Zhao Duan turned slightly sideways to keep a certain distance from him, and couldn't help touching the cigarette in his pocket with the other hand.

It seemed that this was the only way to calm him down.

From his tone, Sheng Junqian knew that he was still angry.

He had never coaxed people before, so the two stood awkwardly for a while.

In the end, Zhao Duan didn't receive a word he wanted to hear, so he snorted with a stern expression: "I'm leaving."

Sheng Junqian put one hand on the tree trunk, blocking his way: "Where are you going?"

Zhao Duan could have easily broken off the arm in front of him, but he insisted on turning around and walking in another direction, like a big awkward cat waiting to be coaxed.

Sheng Junqian blocked him from the other side.

Zhao Duan frowned and said impatiently: "You are my wife, you care so much."

Sheng Junqian did not speak, but looked at him quietly.

Zhao Duan couldn't stand it when he looked at people with such cold eyes. He became angry and said nonsense: "Bang disco, drink, eat and die. Come on, high-achieving student, go back and read your thesis, where my brother went." You are dirty."

"You can't do this with your current body." Sheng Junqian ignored the meanness in his words, showed displeasure, and pulled his arm twice without moving, then saw Zhao Duan said with a half-smile: "You don't care about me." ?”

Sheng Junqian didn't speak, and pulled the zipper of his down jacket to the highest point, looking dirty and ugly.

Zhao Duan's cold chin touched his fingers, and he took a step back subconsciously. His agitation became more and more serious, and his hands in his pocket twisted the cigarette into twists.

Sheng Junqian sighed: "I don't care about you. You can take care of me, it's so late now, there are no buses."

Zhao Duan: "Take a taxi."

Sheng Junqian said sincerely, "I'm poor."

Zhao Duan clicked his tongue, "Zhao Jingcheng didn't give you any money?"

"I've given it." Sheng Junqian said shamelessly, "It's an idiot not to rub it if it's cheap."

Zhao Duan laughed angrily, "I deserve to be an idiot?"

"Don't be silly and leave early, what are you waiting for here?" Sheng Junqian stuffed his frozen red hands into his sleeves, and then tied the extra section in a knot, under Zhao Duan's bewildered movements , pulling the knot to move forward.

To outsiders, the two looked like a quarrelsome dog-abuse couple.

Zhao Duan was dragged by him like a fool, and he was a little unwilling to break free, so he asked in a muffled voice, "Where are you going?"

"Be good, don't slip." Sheng Junqian looked at his funny face, and his lips behind the mask couldn't help but curl up. Even he didn't know how gentle his expression was now, "Tell my cousin and go back."

The two walked into the ward in this funny posture, and the cousin clicked twice: "What kind of posture are you doing?"

Zhao Duan was the oldest person present, but he still couldn't help being nervous when he saw Sheng Junqian's family members. No one would think of his usual arrogant appearance with his restrained appearance.

He lowered his head and moved aside, pulled the sleeve out of Sheng Junqian's hand, and stood aside without saying a word to untie the knot.

Good and cute.

Sheng Junqian couldn't hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth. He could see that Zhao Duan was not used to this kind of occasion, so he said directly to his cousin, "Then let's go first."

"Don't." The cousin grabbed Sheng Junqian and pointed to a child hugging his knees in the corner, "This child is very poor. He has no father or mother, and there is a grandma at home. He was picking up trash, but the car hit him and killed him." It has been affected. The injury is not serious, but it is a child after all, so we will not let us see the injury, you have been treated by children since you were a child, why don't you go and have a look?"

Sheng Junqian turned his head to look at Zhao Duan, Zhao Duan lowered his eyes as if he didn't hear what they said, and nodded slightly after half a minute.

"I'll be back soon." Sheng Junqian took off his mask, "Why don't you accompany me there."

"Farewell, I'm afraid to scare him to death." Zhao Duan made a strange expression behind him, and whispered: "Tsk, the virus is full of the room, poisoning you to death."

Sheng Jun has a good ear.

He stopped quickly, turned around and explained to him seriously: "Children are very sensitive to people's likes and dislikes, and wearing a mask will give them a feeling of rejection."

Zhao Duan let out an oh, and said in an unclear way: "I can do it too."

The sound is only a pinch louder.

Even Sheng Junqian's ears couldn't hear clearly, only his mouth moved, "What did you say?"

Zhao Duan said indifferently: "It's nothing, just a compliment."

I always feel that it is not a good thing, and it is probably hurting others.

Sheng Junqian didn't bother with him, walked up to the child and squatted down: "Little friend, can you let the big brother look at the wound for you?"

The kid shrank back, shaking his head with red eyes, "I have no money..."

Sheng Junqian pretended to be surprised and clapped his hands: "Ah, that's great. I'm a student. I came here to study. Looking at the wound for you is my homework for today. Can you help big brother finish it?"

The child asked timidly, "Really?"

It has to be said that Sheng Junqian really has a scumbag face, and he smiles like a deceitful person, both young and old. The moment Zhao Duan was dazzled by his smile, the child obediently stretched out his hand.

"You're so good, it might hurt a little, you're so brave, you won't be afraid, right?"

The kid bit his lip, and the tears flowed out, but he didn't make a sound: "Yeah."

Sheng Junqian was serious and patient, bending his lips and chuckling from time to time, his handsome facial features were not as cold as usual, but much more vivid and warmer, as if they were coated with a warm jade color under the light.

He occasionally asks the child how many bottles he sold today, and when he hears the answer, he will be surprised and applaud him for being awesome.

Seeing the two coming back and forth, the little beggar's eyes gradually brightened, Zhao Duan could not see fluctuations on the surface, but only he knew that after wearing the mask for a long time, he would forget how to cry when he was really sad.

He lowered his head, his eyes hurt from being stung by something, so he didn't dare to look any further.

It's really amazing, the things that I thought I could forget when I stood on a high place, rich and powerful, all of a sudden, they all surged up in an instant.

No one is born a hooligan, a punk, and Zhao Duan was once the flower of his motherland.

My father was the number one student in the college entrance examination, a high-achieving student in the eyes of everyone, and a pillar of the country. Everyone thought that the son who was born as a high-achieving student would naturally be like this. He could become a scientist, a doctor, or a lawyer in the future. Anything is fine.

But then what.

His father is gone, his mother doesn't want him anymore, he has become a ball to be kicked around.

Only grandma still wants him.

But grandma died.

Then one day, a group of hooligans were fighting on the street. He only took one look, and the boy who was only in his teens was broken by them. Throw it at the door of the hospital.

"how did you make it?"

"Fighting with a group of hooligans, if you don't learn well at such a young age, it will be the fate of the juvenile prison when you grow up."

Then there was an impatient voice: "Give me the money, this kind of little hooligan will not be treated for free, and if he is lame, he is making a contribution to the country."

Zhao Duan did not know how many times he explained that he was not a hooligan, not a gangster, his father was a top student, and would come back to pick him up for school...

But no one will believe it at all, and no one will care about it.

"Can you help anyone?"

"Huh?" Sheng Junqian, who was teasing the child, was asked abruptly by him, but he didn't respond, "What?"

Zhao Duan lowered his eyes: "Little hooligans, gangsters, beggars, thieves, gamblers, will you help me when you meet them?"

"As a doctor, you must have medical ethics, treat diseases and save people, no matter whether you are rich or poor, high or low, regardless of your position. If you can help, you can help."

Sheng Junqian thought for a while and said:

"As for the others, there are too many difficult people in this world. Even Avalokitesvara has a thousand hands and a thousand pairs of eyes. ?”

But if you meet Zhao Duan on the road...

Sheng Junqian looked at the child in front of him, his brain suddenly opened, and he smiled silently. He should be able to take care of it. After all, Zhao Duan looks like himself. He must have been cute when he was a child. If he is a few years older than him, maybe He will also call me brother in a childish voice.

After hearing what he said, Zhao Duan suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions. His throat was blocked by a ball of cotton, which absorbed all the tears that Xiao Zhao Duan shed when he was young, and then pressed heavily on his heart, which was painful and heavy.

Sheng Junqian is indeed a doctor. He is kind and kind. He happened to meet you Zhao Duan. Poor Guanyin was blind and gave you a little kindness, so don't hold on to it.

Sheng Junqian saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and was keenly aware of his emotions. Looking back, he felt that Zhao Duan was wrapped in black mist, and he couldn't cry if he wanted to cry.

After a moment of embarrassment, the body could not be controlled by the brain, and gave him a hug first.

Zhao Duan was immersed in this sudden hug, but his conditioned reflex was: Will Sheng Junqian throw him into alcohol to soak later?

Then came the warmth that spread from the heart, and the crying soul hiding in the corner was gently touched by him, and the whole person became peaceful and comfortable.

Sheng Junqian was also a little embarrassed for a while, but he hugged him, and patted him gently by the way, and found a topic at random: "How about I tell you a joke."

Zhao Duan rested his chin on his shoulder and said hoarsely, "Don't tell me what I don't understand."

"Yeah." Sheng Junqian was heartbroken, and then said,

"There was a fool who was doing bench presses in the gym, listening to Guo Degang's cross talk with headphones in his ears, and was knocked down by a barbell when he laughed so hard."

What's so funny about that.Zhao Duan was absent-minded, and he was stunned for a second or two before realizing that he seemed to be explaining about that junior, so he couldn't help laughing out of his sullen face.

Sheng Jun asked: "Happy?"

Zhao Duan's voice was dull: "Yes."

In the next second, Sheng Junqian raised his final voice, "Then you and I apologize."

Petty.

There was a smile in Zhao Duan's eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't call you a scumbag."

Sheng Junqian was very generous: "Well, I accept your apology."

Zhao Duan said: "No more?"

Sheng Junqian let go of him, with doubts on his face: "Well, it's gone."

Zhao Duan stared wide-eyed, with grievance in disbelief: "What about the candy, you took it from me and ate it yourself, so you can't pay me for it."

Sheng Junqian touched his whole body, and pointed at the kid embarrassingly, "He is better than you, so give it to him."

Zhao Duan's gaze followed his finger. The kid just tore open the package and threw the toffee into his mouth.

The two looked at each other.

was scared to cry.

The author has something to say:

I think their relationship should go further, so let them "break up" tomorrow, Xiao Sheng should be jealous

I'm going to day six, try day nine! !

大家康康我的预收吧，求求你们了，一个都没带起来，太惨了吧！！！感谢在2020-07-3120：35：41～2020-08-0123：43：03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Ye Chui 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xiangli Ce; 5 bottles of Nao Kuo Bald; 3 bottles of Kai Ge is my white moonlight;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!