New year greeting

Feng Deng turned around and grabbed Song Xinyuan's wrist, his eyes were deep: "Do you know what your behavior looks like?"

"What?" Song Xinyuan's breath was full of alcohol. He raised his head blankly and stared at Feng Deng's lips, as if he was deaf and couldn't hear Feng Deng's words clearly.

"You're like a third party meddling in other people's feelings," Feng Deng deliberately slowed down, "Are you planning to have an affair with me?"

"I'm not, you talk nonsense... I don't like you anymore..." Song Xinyuan fell into Feng Deng's arms and rubbed Feng Deng's chest, "When will you like me..."

Feng Deng put his arms around Song Xinyuan's waist, looked at Song Xinyuan's blushing face, trying to find evidence that Song Xinyuan was pretending to be drunk, Song Xinyuan yawned a few times, and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.He stretched out his index finger, approaching Song Xinyuan's nose, felt the gentle breathing, and pinched Song Xinyuan's cheek.

After Song Xinyuan fell asleep, he was very obedient. He slept very deeply. He didn't wake up in the taxi. He didn't wake up until he got out of the elevator. He patted Feng Deng on the back and complained in a low voice: "Don't shake it, I'm so dizzy."

Feng Deng threw Song Xinyuan into the bedroom and left.When the door was closed, Song Xinyuan opened his eyes suddenly, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes.The moment Feng Deng held hands with him, he woke up.However, as excited as he was then, he is ashamed and angry now.Hearing the words "third party" and "cheating" from Feng Deng's mouth, he wished to tear himself apart with Feng Deng on the spot, but fortunately he held back.

He guessed that Feng Deng intended to provoke him, and he was not easily fooled, and pretended to be troubled by love.As for whether Feng Deng would be fooled, he knew it well, even if Feng Deng suspected him, he was confused by him, otherwise he would not carry him back.Judging from his past experience, Feng Deng liked the way he showed weakness.He couldn't show his face before, and he always confronted Feng Deng. Who knows that it is not difficult to pretend, but the biggest problem at present is Yang Xiyue.Song Xinyuan curled up, thinking with a headache, he couldn't stage the drama of "snatching love with a knife", it was too bloody.

Song Xinyuan woke up the next day, pretended he didn't remember anything, and greeted Feng Deng as usual: "Dr. Feng, did you bring me back last night? Thank you."

Feng Deng said: "You know that you have a poor capacity for drinking and you still restrain yourself, which caused a lot of trouble for Xiyue and me."

"In order to celebrate you leaving the singles, I couldn't help but drink two more glasses. I'm so happy. I'm sorry, please apologize to her on my behalf." Song Xinyuan didn't show a happy look, and his tone was reconciled, giving people A sense of irony.He had just washed his face, his eyes glistened with water, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he had cried a lot.

Feng Deng squinted at him, stopped taunting him, and put on his apron to cook.He is tall, with broad and straight shoulders, and a gray apron over a white shirt, adding a gentle temperament to his whole person.He took two finger pancakes from the refrigerator, tore off the plastic wrap, put the pancakes in a frying pan, and fried them over low heat. At the same time, he broke two eggs, sprinkled them into the pancakes, and fried the pancakes and eggs until both sides were browned. , and finally put the lettuce rolled up and put it on the plate.

The soymilk machine in the living room has completed its mission and exudes a sweet smell. Song Xinyuan picked up the soymilk machine without hesitation, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and saw Feng Deng putting the finger cakes into a fresh-keeping bag.

Song Xinyuan asked: "Do you want to take it to the hospital? It's still early."

"Don't move," Feng Deng took off his apron, found two paper cups, and signaled Song Xinyuan to put down the soybean milk machine, "It's not for you."

Song Xinyuan immediately understood that Feng Deng was making breakfast for Yang Xiyue, and the finger cakes and soy milk did not belong to him, neither today nor in the future.It's only natural for Feng Deng to bring breakfast for his girlfriend. There is no need to notify him in advance, and he has no obligation to help him cook, but he feels very uncomfortable. He has been eating a lot these days, and gradually develops a habit. He can't adapt to Feng Deng in a short time. Deng's change, and Feng Deng said it so bluntly, obviously trying to humiliate him.

Song Xinyuan's good mood early in the morning was completely ruined.He let go, pressed the soybean milk machine heavily on the dining table, and slammed the door and left without saying a word.After he went out, he felt impulsive again. He could hold back how badly he was scolded by Feng Deng yesterday. As for getting angry over a meal?

When Song Xinyuan saw Yang Xiyue walking into the office carrying a familiar paper bag, he was furious and snorted coldly with disdain.Others didn't understand Song Xinyuan's feelings, but Yang Xiyue knew it. She walked up to Song Xinyuan and stretched out her hand in embarrassment: "I ate breakfast in the cafeteria, what should I do if there is an extra serving? Who didn't eat? Song Xinyuan, have you eaten?" ?”

Song Xinyuan thought that Yang Xiyue was showing off to him, and frowned: "Throw it away if you can't finish it, don't make the room full of smell."

"It's too wasteful, I'll eat it!" Han Le stepped into the door excitedly, followed by Shen Lingxi, "It smells so good, where did you buy it?"

Shen Lingxi thumped Han Le's back, and pouted in the direction of Feng Deng: "Professor Feng must have made it, are you embarrassed to eat it?"

"So what, you can't waste food. I just didn't have enough to eat this morning." Han Le took the bag and said with a smirk, "Daughter-in-law, you won't be jealous, will you?"

"Who is jealous? You have a good idea, shameless!" Shen Lingxi ran away holding the folder.

Song Xinyuan's face turned pale when he heard their conversation. Although he didn't want to admit it, the soreness in his heart reminded him that he was jealous, and what he was eating was old vinegar plus new vinegar.Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, he had experienced all the ups and downs because of Feng Deng, and the last thing he couldn't stand was that Feng Deng treated others better than him.There was no comparison before, and he couldn't detect the gap. Yang Xiyue's appearance made him self-aware. He covered his gloomy face and walked out of the office silently.

Feng Deng brought food to Yang Xiyue for several days, which made Song Xinyuan's teeth itch.On Tuesday afternoon, when Feng Deng was free, Song Xinyuan learned the operation method from Feng Deng as usual. When he entered the room, he found that Yang Xiyue was also inside.

Feng Deng said to Song Xinyuan: "Bring Xiyue with you from today, and you can discuss with each other."

Song Xinyuan didn't expect that his chances of being alone with Feng Deng would also be reduced, and his face was very ugly.In this practical class, he was in a daze frequently and failed to follow Feng Deng's steps several times. He didn't pay attention once and almost bumped into Yang Xiyue.Feng Deng separated Yang Xiyue and him with his arms. Feng Deng almost held Yang Xiyue's waist to prevent him from touching Yang Xiyue.

Feng Deng looked at him: "It's over, you can practice more when you have time, and you can ask Xiyue if you don't know anything, she knows a lot, and I have little time."

Song Xinyuan was stunned, nodded dully, said "sorry", packed up the materials, and left the operating room.

After that, Song Xinyuan hid whenever he met Feng Deng and Yang Xiyue, and often hung out with Han Le or Shen Lingxi.At noon that day, the three of them went to the cafeteria to eat, and chatted after sitting down.Song Xinyuan seldom spoke, mostly listening to the bickering between Han Le and Shen Lingxi.When it came to buying a house, the young couple argued for a long time about the down payment and the mortgage. Shen Lingxi suddenly said, "Professor Feng is going to buy a house too, and they got married in a flash. How long have we been talking about it?"

"It means that when you meet true love, time is not a problem," Han Le teased, "You don't still miss Professor Feng, do you? Wake up, you have a partner, and he also has a date."

"Professor Feng is the girl of my dreams, you don't understand."

"I'm full, so I'll go back first." Song Xinyuan coughed twice, picked up the plate and stood up, intending to ask Feng Deng for clarification.

He hurried back to the office area, got out of the elevator, forced himself to calm down, and walked slowly towards Feng Deng's office.He just stopped at the door, and when he was about to open the door, he heard a conversation coming from inside. He took a sneak peek and saw that it was Yang Xiyue and Feng Deng who were in the room, as if they were arguing.

Yang Xiyue shouted: "I've had enough, let's break up quickly, I don't want to pretend to be your girlfriend anymore, I can't bear to see Song Xinyuan like that. Sigh, what is the deep hatred between you two? He? It used to be the same. Why did you throw the gift I gave him into the trash can? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I couldn’t believe you are this kind of person. I kindly reminded Song Xinyuan to keep him away from you. Misunderstood by him, why does he think I am interested in you? What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour him into?"

"Finished? Let's go out. The time for breaking up has not yet come." Feng Deng said, "You also lied to him for your own benefit. You have no choice."

"You answer my question!"

Song Xinyuan leaned against the wall, with mixed emotions in his heart. It turned out that Yang Xiyue was not Feng Deng's girlfriend, nor did he like Feng Deng. Yang Xiyue once liked him, but he misunderstood Yang Xiyue's meaning.No, it was Feng Deng who seduced and deceived him again and again, causing him to have an illusion and causing him to sink deeper and deeper.This time, Song Xinyuan couldn't figure out whether Feng Deng wanted him to quit or tease him. No matter what kind of purpose Feng Deng had, he would never forgive Feng Deng.Song Xinyuan quietly left the corridor with annoyance in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Feng Deng had an operation, and Yang Xiyue was one of his assistants.The operation lasted until midnight. When they finished, it was already dark. Song Xinyuan followed Feng Deng and Yang Xiyue, his stomach rumbling unwillingly.

Yang Xiyue took a taxi at the door and stretched: "It's great, you live close together, and you can have supper when you go back, unlike me, I can only eat in my dreams."

Feng Deng said: "You come to my house."

Yang Xiyue shook her head in shock: "Fuck?! Don't bother—"

"You're welcome, it's not safe for you to go back so late, so go and stay at my house for a night."

"I don't—" Yang Xiyue's refusal was interrupted by Feng Deng's warning eyes, and she lowered her head humbly, not daring to look at Song Xinyuan, "Okay, then excuse me."

Song Xinyuan knew that they were acting, but he still couldn't accept it. He didn't expect Feng Deng to do this in order to force him away.

Ten minutes later, the three of them walked out of the elevator and entered the living room.Feng Deng took off his coat and asked Yang Xiyue to help him fasten the belt on the back of his apron. While looking at the refrigerator, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Yang Xiyue came to her senses and said, "Anything is fine, everything you cook is delicious, shall I help you?"

"I can do it by myself, watch TV if you are bored."

Song Xinyuan sneered in his heart after changing his slippers, and walked towards the bedroom pretending to be disappointed.

"Song Xinyuan, do you want to play games with me?" Yang Xiyue sat on the sofa and stopped him.

Song Xinyuan thought of Yang Xiyue taking advantage of him, and saw a lot of his jokes by the way. He felt a little disgusted in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He forced a smile and said, "I don't know how to play games."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Xiyue waved her hands, smiling uglier than him.

Song Xinyuan put away his smiling face when he returned to the room, walked around twice, rubbed his eyes, sniffed his nose, bit his finger hard, and only let go when the pain was severe.Then, he came out, opened the glass door of the kitchen, stared at Feng Deng's back with wide-eyed eyes.

When Feng Deng heard the movement, he turned his head and glanced at him, then turned his head back to him and asked, "Why is it you?"

"Can't it be me?" Song Xinyuan pondered for a moment, blinked his eyes, and said in a choked voice, "You let her go, I don't want to see her, let her go."

Feng Deng paused, turned around stiffly, and found that Song Xinyuan was crying, crying very sadly.

"Can't it be me? It's hard for me to live in."

Song Xinyuan's face was covered with tears, and the teardrops continued to fall along the outline. His expression was angry and wronged, and he looked very pitiful.After a while, he took two steps back as if waking up from a dream, bit his lips in embarrassment, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm sorry, it's me who should go."

He glanced at Feng Deng, quickly rushed out of the kitchen, skipped Yang Xiyue who was hesitant to speak, and ran away without even changing his shoes.

Song Xinyuan stepped on his slippers and walked downstairs, took a step, and laughed, thinking of Feng Deng's shocked expression, the more he laughed, the happier he was.He wiped away his snot and tears, lit a cigarette, and the depression of the past few days seemed to dissipate with the smoke.

As long as Feng Deng chases him out, he will have a chance of winning in this rivalry.

The author says:

You play with me, I play with you, we will be together sooner or later.

(As mentioned, our Xiao Song is very good at crying scenes)