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By the end of the training trip, few people came to the recovery room.The integrated color display is rarely turned on anymore, and the laser parameters are no longer easy to adjust. Only half of the light illuminates the corner of the knee joint anatomy and trauma wall chart on the wall.

About three weeks of treatment, breathing pain, shoulder strain, leg muscle strain... No matter what kind of injury can be treated and recovered, the body is such a thing that can be repaired.

Lin Qiao lay prone on the examination bed again, with his feet stretched out from the end of the bed, exactly the same as the last treatment environment, except that this time the hand was only slightly squeezed on his gastrocnemius muscle, and after the plantarflexion movement, it was released .

"Very good, let's go back." The rehabilitation therapist yawned, threw away the towel, sat on the pulley stool, kicked, and came to the TV wall.

"Are you sure?" Lin Qiao got up, rubbed the triceps of his calf, and said, "You don't want to look at it anymore, I always feel a little pain."

"Watch again?" Yao An fumbled for the switch under the TV, "If you watch it again, you'll have to stick a needle in your Achilles tendon to see if the needle turns or not, and where it turns—damn."

After not looking for it for a long time, Yao An slapped the fuselage.

"Forget it..." Lin Qiao hesitated again, reached for the remote control on the other bed, got off the bed, put on his slippers, walked over, picked a red button, and pressed it.

The bright picture pierced Yao An's eyes, he turned around and said dissatisfied: "I didn't say that this thing is remote control."

"Didn't Brother Qi say it?" Lin Qiao pressed in a low voice, "That time you were blind too, and he even showed you a demonstration."

Yao An didn't react much, and said "Really?" Then he kicked again, stopping at the edge of the other bed with just enough force, and resting his elbows to watch TV.

An animation with blue lines, speaking in French that none of them could understand, in Lin Qiao's eyes, Yao An watched it impartially, as if there was no language barrier.

"Brother An, you..."

"Is your French difficult to learn?"

Lin Qiao opened his mouth with all his might, but when he asked him, he was stunned: "What, what?"

Yao An stared at the boy on the screen with a white beard tightly entwined at the bottom of the deep sea, and moved his jaw: "You can watch this kind of movie without any trouble, talk to the locals with correct grammar, and you can also write every sentence The streets are familiar..." He paused, and his voice lowered a few degrees when he spoke again, "It must be very hard."

"It should be." Lin Qiao was a little puzzled, but with some unclear intuition, he thought of the back of the fan he met on the street a few days ago.

The shoulder blades of the person in front of him seemed to tighten, Yao An lowered his head, wiped his face, and when he turned slightly, a line of bewildered expression appeared between his fingers.

Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment, almost more convinced.

"Why did you call me just now?" Yao An took his hand away, with the usual indifference, and the thick expression just now seemed to be wrong.

Lin Qiao pressed on the edge of the bed and remained silent at first.He originally wanted to say that you said you would help me do progressive relaxation exercises, but now, and possibly in the future, it is not appropriate.

So he changed the question.

"Is that photo in your phone the person you met on the street that day?"

When Da Ling opened the door and came in, there was no one on the sofa, nor in the bedroom. He rubbed his neck, which was stung red by the sun after the rain, bent down and lifted the carpet, and kicked a half-exposed non-slip rubber mat into it trickily.

With an uproar, the balcony door opened, and the noise of the rollers scared away the black shadows with white-edged wings and yellow eyes.

Three wood pigeons.

Da Ling stepped into the funnel of sunlight, squatted down, and picked up a lazy tassel on the small tile with her thumb and index finger.

"This shawl is a bit old." He mowed the tassel higher than the man's head, and finally waited for the man's movement, and shook the shawl on his shoulders, his eyes still falling on the beak of the only wild pigeon that stayed there. .

"Roman asked about you again today." Da Ling blew off her tassels, held her cheeks, and said in a leisurely tone, "I said you didn't answer your phone calls or emails. Is it because of a high fever or gas poisoning."

Yao Jianqi pushed the rice bowl towards the pigeon a little bit, and tilted his forehead.

"I advised him to rest assured that you never take the initiative to cook a meal, let alone approach the kitchen." Da Ling said spontaneously, "What's more, we use an induction cooker."

The people around him were as silent as the velvet cloth, as if they were talking to the pigeon wholeheartedly. Da Ling waited for a while and asked, "So are you feeling better today?"

Hanging his hand on the pigeon's feathers to shield it from the sun and dust, Yao Jianqi held it up in vain, and proved it with data: "37.8."

"What kind of concept is that?" Da Ling tapped her lower lip with her fingers, "I only know that the air conditioner should be turned on at 26°C—by the way, has the fan in the bedroom been repaired?"

"No."

"Unbelievable." Da Ling showed an expression of admiration, "How did you manage to sleep? The weather is so hot, and you yourself are hotter than the weather."

"No." Yao Jianqi folded his arms, "I feel cold."

"I know this." Da Ling sang and replied, "The accompanying symptoms of fever mean that you should have a good rest and eat well, instead of feeding pigeons here—use the shrimp fried rice I made for you." He raised his eyebrows and said, "You are really wasting, this is my painstaking effort, and the last bowl of rice in the house."

"Believe it or not, any pigeon has a bigger appetite than I do."

Da Ling looked at him sideways, with a gaze behind her gaze, and said, "I believe it."

Tomatoes, fruit cucumbers, and purple bud ginger are planted on the balcony. They are all well taken care of this month. The planters are very pragmatic, and they are all edible.

Yao Jianqi pinched off some side branches, and the line of his lips moved slightly: "Is there anything else?"

"The application form for M2." Da Ling asked directly, "Have you handed it in yet?"

Yao Jianqi wiped the juice from his palm and said no.

"When do you plan to hand it in?" Da Ling refused to budge, "It's almost the end of the month."

"Are you going to implement the head teacher system?" Yao Jianqi asked.

Da Ling smiled back carefully, and shook her head: "Did you never download it at all?"

Similarly, Yao Jianqi's refusal to respond also confirmed his speculation.

"I downloaded it for you and printed it out." Da Ling smiled self-sufficiently and stood up, "Just put it in the porch, no thanks."

Yao Jianqi still looked back: "I have no shortage of waste paper."

"Don't disappoint my good intentions." Da Ling retreated into the shadow under the eaves indifferently, before the last piece of ankle was about to leave, he turned his head, "Just in case, I need to confirm again."

"About what I said to Yao An in the exhibition hall last time." He said, "Aren't you angry with me?"

"Yes."

The mobile phone screen with the white point value reduced to 77%, the night bonus, the clutter of pedestrians, the vague sidelight of street lamps... all constituted his ghostly thought when he walked behind Yao Jianqi that night: to keep something.

If their moment is bound to pass.

Lin Qiao was not surprised to hear this answer, he said, "Thank you for telling me."

Yao An didn't have much expression: "Thank you."

"Hey, you're the only one who can trust me." Lin Qiao let out a sigh of relief and kicked his kick shoes, "I have to go to class later, so let's take a step first."

"Are you sure your leg is okay?" Yao An asked.

"As the saying goes." Lin Qiao smiled heartily, "Thousands of health care, ten thousand health care, mental balance is the key."

Yao An groaned and waved him away: "Hurry up."

After the sound of closing the door, the room suddenly fell silent, and the rustling French narration also stopped.Yao An couldn't bear the silence, picked up the curtain, straightened the chair, as if waiting for a seat.

He was really free this afternoon. The swimming team had a theoretical class, and the boss gave him a holiday. Pang Sheng went somewhere to buy special products. The ringtone held him at least.

Yao An fumbled and wondered when his phone's ringtone became so powerful, and only after looking at the incoming call did he realize that it was probably telepathy.

After connecting, Yao An didn't say a word, he didn't say hello, there was a moment of silence, and he said, "Are you dumb?"

"I've let you down." Yao An sat down on the physiotherapy bed.

Yao Xinping sneered: "If you don't answer the phone for more than ten days, I will treat you as being tied up by someone else."

"Then what kind of kidnapper, you are really blind." Yao An despised himself, "Not to mention how much I'm worth, even if you were really kidnapped, you wouldn't come to redeem me, would you?"

It was really cooperative over there, directly saying "It's good if you know", and being cold to the end, but the second hand passed a few ticks, and then asked about the recent situation: "I heard you went out of town?"

Yao An rubbed his knees with the back of his hand, and replied vaguely, "Yeah."

"Where are you going, what are you doing?"

As expected of Yao Xinping, he asked Qicun twice, Yao An breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Do you believe me if I say I was really tied up?"

Yao Xinping purely pretended that he was blinded by the fox and called the badger, and replied casually: "Where did the bondage go? I will give some hard work money."

Yao An said, "France."

Then there was no sound.

How imprecise are the meanings of these two characters? Since five years ago, no matter in the middle of the mouth, they have to avoid this group of consonants and consonants. It is only inferior to Yao Jianqi's name, the most clumsy deception.

Yao An didn't know what Yao Xinping was thinking during the short moment of silence, whether he couldn't bear it or couldn't bear it, anyway, his voice couldn't hear anything.

"Z city?"

"Ah."

It doesn't seem that difficult.Yao An suddenly felt that the question and answer like forced confession brought the most raging pleasure. As long as Yao Xinping asked again, he would be able to say more affirmations that he had not revealed before.

"Meet your brother?"

"See you."

"you……"

"Don't worry." Yao An couldn't wait to cut off Yao Xinping's words, "He's living a good life, very independent and excellent, just like what you said when you were about to send him away, and it's all right for you." His Adam's apple was hot, "We met, but it was a few days ago, and we haven't contacted each other again... Besides, I'm leaving, really, you don't have to worry about it."

His big talk made Yao Xinping's original words go away, he was quiet, and asked Yao An: "Did you quarrel?"

Yao An laughed at himself, and said in a shrunken voice, "He doesn't even want to quarrel with me."

Across the mountains and the inland sea, the six-hour time difference and the day and night divide, Yao Xinping heard the forbearance and frustration in this short sentence without any mistakes.

He sat in the bedroom on the second floor. The place that used to be the busiest was now the most deserted. The closets were all gaping open. Inside were school uniforms and pillow covers that had been eliminated over the years. The radiators were dusted.

"Why did you run away at your grandma's house that time?"

Yao Xinping had never been kind to him, but this time he showed some kindness. Yao An could hear the indifference in his words, thinking back, he said, "Because I'm timid."

The other end snorted, didn't laugh at it, didn't go into it, just said: "The thing I was going to say that day was delayed like that by you."

Yao An half-lyed on the bed, throwing his legs out of the bed, probably recalling this episode, Yao Xinping had told him to step aside and listen to orders.

"What's the matter, tell me."

Yao An yawned and was about to lie down completely, but what he heard next made his upper and lower eyelids snap open.

He suddenly stood up and stepped on the ground, unbelievable: "What did you say?!"

Yao Jianqi still went out that day. In order to collect the newly mailed tax returns, he took a detour to a nearby farmer's market to buy a can of compound fertilizer.

The white NPK granules are packed inside, and it rings when you hold it in your hand.He smelled it and said why it didn't smell.The boss replied that this is the best product, and it will taste salty only when you eat it.He felt that the other party was good at talking, so he bought it and put it in an eco-friendly bag.

When he passed by the bakery, he remembered that he hadn’t eaten breakfast and lunch, that there was no rice at home, that the electric fan was not working, and so on. like in the folds.

A phone call came from the school to discuss the dismantling of the exhibition in the near future. Yao Jianqi took a bite of the bun, like a ball of paper, and said: "The transportation company must be present at the same time, and none of us can Not much, I have already sent the personnel schedule and process to their mailboxes yesterday."

After finally passing by a trash can, he stopped, stuffed the last bite into his mouth, and threw it in: "I suggest that the security guards should continue to be hired, especially the entrance inspection. Don't relax."

The nearest Chinese supermarket put up a banner celebrating the Dragon Boat Festival in advance, and he stood there, using the other side's idle thoughts to weigh whether he should buy a bag of rice.

"The insurance compensation has not been discussed with the courier company." The other party said, "Yao, I think it would be better for you to come here in person, of course, if your health allows it."

"I'll try my best." It's useless to think about rice when you don't know how to eat. Yao Jianqi turned around and walked to the rental house, sweat dripping from his back, and the wind from the wheels made him chill again.

"Roman is too demanding and perfect. I scolded the classmate in charge yesterday for a seat cover because the material is too sensitive." to others, if you..."

"I'm in the elevator." Yao Jianqi looked at the closed elevator doorway, "I'll talk about other things later?"

"......All right."

"Goodbye." Yao Jianqi was about to hang up.

"—oh yes! One more thing..."

The elevator ascended fairly quickly, there were no other passengers, only empty mirrors and floor reminders, out of politeness, Yao Jianqi still held up his mobile phone, even though the signal coming from him was as slight as his burning consciousness.

"Someone... is coming, looking for you..."

The door opened, and he walked into the dim corridor.

"That, yes, yes... last time..."

Yao Jianqi frowned slightly, adapting to the light and vision again.

"He said, it's yours..."

The voice was simply cut off, and a tree-like silhouette of mother-in-law whirled before his eyes. The waiting posture, with his arrival, seemed to welcome the solemn dusk when he came too early.

Yao An pushed the wall behind him, stood up straight, and said to him, "You're back."