New year greeting

On the second day, Song Xinyuan had fewer roles and called it a day in the evening.He explained the itinerary to Jia Yingjun: "Brother Jun, you go back to the hotel first, I will go to Dr. Feng and discuss some surgical issues with him."

Jia Yingjun was convinced, and told Song Xinyuan: "Okay, remember to treat Dr. Feng to dinner, thank you for his guidance." If he found out that Song Xinyuan was put into bed by Feng Deng, he would regret it so much that his stomach would turn green.

"Ok."

Song Xinyuan slipped into Feng Deng's lounge, sent Feng Deng a WeChat message, and lay on the bed waiting for Feng Deng to get off work. Ten minutes later, Feng Deng opened the door and came in. Seeing Song Xinyuan's posture, he coughed.

Song Xinyuan sat up, a little surprised: "So fast? It's not yet six o'clock, are you done?"

Feng Deng took off his white coat and said, "I changed shifts with someone else."

Song Xinyuan stared at Feng Deng's back, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He wondered if it was his illusion. After reuniting, Feng Deng's way of getting along with him changed. He would confess that he liked his voice, and would patiently answer his questions. Puzzled.He felt very uncomfortable and wished that Feng Deng would treat him colder as before.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Feng Deng asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Xinyuan blinked, suddenly remembered his voice last night, and closed his mouth in embarrassment.

"Miss me?" Feng Deng walked over, pressed Song Xinyuan under his body, and looked at Song Xinyuan carefully, "Does it hurt if you don't see me for a day?"

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, Feng Deng definitely did it on purpose.

"Seeing you now, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore." Song Xinyuan put his arms around Feng Deng's neck and rubbed against him, "I'm so hungry, let's go eat quickly, I've reserved a table."

He leaned on Feng Deng's shoulder, Dr. Zhang's words echoed in his ears, and there was no smile on his face.

"It is difficult for a mentally ill patient to return to normal. Treatment is a long and arduous process. In addition to letting him take medicine, pay attention to appease his emotions, and do not stimulate him, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Song Xinyuan wanted to stimulate Feng Deng.He put on his hat and mask, led Feng Deng, and walked to a nearby Sichuan restaurant.It was still early and there were not many customers in the store.Feng Deng entered the private room and glanced around: "This is where you had dinner with Yang Xiyue last time."

"Yes, she and I were dating in this room," Song Xinyuan sat down, opened the menu, and handed it to Feng Deng, "I was sitting here at the time. What do you want to eat?"

Feng Deng glanced at him, but didn't answer: "You order."

"That's what you said, don't regret it."

Song Xinyuan ordered his favorite signature dishes, all of which were spicy and carbonated drinks, which Feng Deng didn't like.During the meal, Feng Deng's brows did not stretch at all, and Song Xinyuan became happier the more he ate, and Feng Deng was happy when he was not feeling well.

After half an hour, Song Xinyuan stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Feng Deng held Song Xinyuan's hand and remained silent.

"It's just going to the bathroom, don't be nervous, if I don't come back, you can find me." Song Xinyuan smiled with a serious expression, "Brother, if I lose, will you find me? You must find me, otherwise I will Will die of grief."

Feng Deng clenched his hand, then let go: "Don't make trouble, go and come back quickly."

The restrooms of this restaurant are exquisitely decorated and brightly lit.Just as Song Xinyuan entered, he bumped into a drunk middle-aged man. The drunk stopped Song Xinyuan, staggering and smelling sour.

Song Xinyuan shook off his arm: "Sorry, please let me go."

The drunk hugged Song Xinyuan again and did not let go: "Little friend, you must be sincere in apologizing. Come, uncle will teach you."

"Let me go!" Song Xinyuan had a special job and didn't want to cause trouble, so he raised his voice, "My brother is outside, I advise you not to make trouble."

The drunk man seemed to be very dizzy, he didn't care about his threats at all, and pressed him to the cubicle: "Tsk, give me a kiss, comfort me, uncle is uncomfortable."

The drunk man was tall and strong, and his strength was not weakened after drinking. He locked Song Xinyuan's lower body with his legs, so that Song Xinyuan could not move, and the smell of alcohol blew into Song Xinyuan's ears.

Song Xinyuan was trembling with anger: "If you don't get out of the way, I'll call someone, get out—"

Before he finished speaking, the drunk man licked his neck. The drunk man lowered his head to kiss him. He turned his face away and closed his eyes subconsciously.

The expected thing didn't happen. With a scream, the drunk man left his body and fell to the ground.

Song Xinyuan opened his eyes and saw Feng Deng kicking people, Feng Deng slammed on the arms and legs of the drunk, with an indifferent expression and fierce force.Someone ran to the bathroom and pointed at them.Song Xinyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped Feng Deng: "Enough, stop fighting, let's go."

Feng Deng squatted down, grabbed the drunk man's neck, punched him twice in the stomach before letting go, then grabbed Song Xinyuan's arm, covered his face with his body, and returned to the private room.

Feng Deng took out a wet towel, wiped Song Xinyuan's hands, neck and cheeks vigorously, and stuffed him with a pair of chopsticks: "Eat more food, you are too thin."

Song Xinyuan's eyes were sour, and he tried not to cry: "Don't be angry, it's all my fault."

Feng Deng picked up a piece of ribs and put it in Song Xinyuan's bowl: "I went to find you, are you unhappy?"

His tone was casual, as if nothing had happened.Song Xinyuan bit his ribs, his voice hoarse: "Happy, I was always looking for you in the past..."

"sorry."

They didn't speak any more, and ended the date quietly.Song Xinyuan returned home with Feng Deng. After taking a shower, he was wearing Feng Deng's pajamas and wandered anxiously at the door of the two bedrooms.

Feng Deng walked out of the bathroom, told him to sit on the sofa, and dried his hair.He reciprocated courteously and also helped Feng Deng to dry his hair. This may be the last time he helped Feng Deng to dry his hair. His fingers messed up the black hair in front of him, making it limp.

He unplugged the hair dryer and lay on Feng Deng's back: "It is said that people with soft hair have soft hearts." He didn't believe this sentence, Feng Deng has always been hard-hearted.

Feng Deng carried him on his back and walked into the master bedroom.Feng Deng's bed was very big, but it was the first time for him to lie on this bed.This may be the last time he shares the bed with Feng Deng.

He leaned against Feng Deng's chest and asked, "Don't you want to do it?"

【?小.说:日!更.群,：;8!5;3'4"3,6;2'5,5?】“东西不齐全，下次吧。”

A liar, the day he stole the drug instructions, he had seen the condoms and lubricating fluid in Feng Deng's drawer.

"Brother, do you think I'm dirty?"

"No, sleep."

"Then why don't you hug me?"

With one hand wrapped around his waist, he felt the heat below him, and felt bitter in his heart: "Feng Deng, do you love me?"

Feng Deng sighed: "What's wrong with you today? Are you unhappy?"

"Do you know, today is Qixi Festival, but you don't remember," he said in a muffled voice, "You always don't remember this kind of day, you don't remember Valentine's Day, 520, our anniversary, you don't know how to buy gifts to coax I'm happy, don't take the initiative to play with me..."

He recounted Feng Deng's bad deeds one by one, so that he could make up his mind and forget Feng Deng's goodness from then on.

"sorry."

This is Feng Deng's second apology tonight, but apart from apologizing, Feng Deng refused to answer the question just now.

"Why don't you ask me if I love you or not?"

Feng Deng cooperated with him: "What about you?"

"I said long ago, believe it or not, my feelings for you are like moths to a flame."

Suicide.

Feng Deng let out a "hmm" and rolled over to sleep.

Song Xinyuan suffered from insomnia, and secretly put those medicine instructions back into the book in the middle of the night.The next day, before dawn, he got up and left.He quietly went back to the hotel, locked the door, changed a mobile phone card, and dialed an unfamiliar number.

Not long after, the call was connected, and the other party's voice was very familiar: "Hey, kid, you are so slow, uncle has been waiting for you all night."

Song Xinyuan ignored his teasing, and asked directly: "Have you filmed it yet?"

"It was filmed. My buddy hid in the toilet cubicle, and the film was clearly captured. Your friend is so ruthless, it hurts me to death. Hehe, how can you compensate uncle?"

"Thank you, send the video to my mailbox and delete your records, otherwise you won't be able to get the remaining half of the money. Our cooperation is over, forget about it." Song Xinyuan emphasized, "Don't trouble my brother, he is sick .”

"Haha, brother, I think you are even more ill. Forget it, just transfer the money. Goodbye."

Feng Deng woke up and couldn't find Song Xinyuan. He looked at his phone, and Song Xinyuan sent him a voice message.

"Doctor Feng, I have a scene in the morning, I'm going back to the set first, and I'll make an appointment next time."

Feng Deng was silent for a moment, then opened the second drawer of the bedside table on the right, and the contents of the book came back.

The author says:

Xiao Song is too paranoid, he has no sense of security, he doesn't believe that he is loved, Feng Deng is not very obvious, alas.In the future, it may be a sword, and strive to break the mirror within three chapters, and then walk towards the reunion of the Sunshine Avenue.Hold on everyone, abuse them first, and finally let them abuse us with dog food, don't be afraid, okay.