New year greeting

Song Xinyuan did not expect that Feng Deng would invite him to have supper.

The two walked out of the hospital one after the other, half a meter apart, and he could touch Feng Deng's back with a little stretch of his hand.Of course he didn't dare to do this, it's not yet time, but there will be such a day after all.

For the time being, he could only walk next to Feng Deng's figure.The air is quiet, and occasionally the sound of the suitcase rubbing against the asphalt can be heard.His box was so old that it was literally dying as it slid along the floor, noisy and powerless.

The moon climbed up the treetops. Looking at Feng Deng's back, he suddenly felt that the moonlight on a spring night was extremely gentle, at least a little more tender than Feng Deng.

Feng Deng stopped at the door of a restaurant and glanced back at him, as if waiting for him. Although he only waited for a few seconds, it made him much lighter, and even the suitcase in his hand became lighter.

The restaurants near the hospital are always more dedicated than other places, and they are still tirelessly entertaining diners at ten o'clock in the evening.Everything around is new to Song Xinyuan, and the snack bar he used to like has moved somewhere.

Seeing Feng Deng, the proprietress of the restaurant hurried over to say hello: "Dr. Feng is here, working overtime again? What would you like to eat today?" After speaking, she looked at Song Xinyuan curiously.

Feng Deng nodded slightly and asked, "Is there a private room?"

"Yes, there are many, come with me." The proprietress led them into a semi-enclosed compartment, and said with a smile after entering the door, "This is the first time I see Dr. Feng bringing friends to dinner. You sit first, there is a menu on the table , I'll get a pot of hot water."

Song Xinyuan glanced at Feng Deng, thinking to himself, Feng Deng is really annoying no matter where he is, and this has not changed at all.

When the proprietress walked out, Feng Deng said, "Take off the mask."

Song Xinyuan didn't realize who Feng Deng was talking to. He turned his head to look, only to realize that he was still wearing a mask. He had already forgotten about it since he started wearing it in the morning.Feng Deng probably thought he was impolite, so he reminded him.

He took off the mask silently, and when he turned to the glass, he found Feng Deng staring at him. The glass window reflected Feng Deng's side face, with clear outlines and burning eyes on his face.He rubbed his cheeks, suspecting that he had grown a beard, but his fingers touched a layer of damp water vapor.

He was a little nervous and sweated unknowingly, but he didn't look away from Feng Deng.This was the first time he and Feng Deng had eaten together since they met.It was "the first time" again.He can't help looking forward to the future, hoping that Feng Deng will fall in love with him once, truly fall in love with him.At this moment, his wish has nothing to do with hatred.

The sound of the proprietress pushing the door woke him up.He hurriedly looked away, stood up to help rinse the teacup, and poured a glass of boiled water for himself and Feng Deng.

Feng Deng picked up the water and drank it down, as if he was extremely thirsty, then put down the glass and said to the proprietress, "I want a bowl of shallot egg noodles."

"Okay," the proprietress then looked at Song Xinyuan, "Where is this gentleman? Hey, why do I feel that you look familiar."

"I'm just like him. You may have misunderstood the man, it's my first time here."

The proprietress left the cubicle in embarrassment, and the door was closed again.Song Xinyuan sat down and noticed that Feng Deng no longer looked at him, as if his face was mutilated, so he couldn't bear to look at him directly.He thought to himself that their relationship is so bad that they can barely eat a meal, and it must be even more difficult to get along when they live under the same roof.

Afterwards, Song Xinyuan completely lost his appetite and worried about a bowl of plain hot noodles.Sometimes people are too hungry, even though the stomach is rumbling, but they still have a sense of fullness, and stuffing things in it is superfluous.

Feng Deng ate comfortably, quickly settled the late dinner, wiped his lips and fingers clean, saw his almost untouched face, did not say anything, seemed to understand why his appetite was poor.

Feng Deng stood up to pay the bill, and even paid his share.Walking out of the restaurant, he asked bluntly, "How much? I'll pay you back."

"No, I invite you."

"I'll pay you back, what is your Alipay?"

Feng Deng turned to look down at him, frowned and said, "I don't need Alipay." Then he reported his WeChat ID.

Song Xinyuan was taken aback when he heard the string of numbers. He was surprised that Feng Deng still used the couple's mobile phone number he had set up with him, and he had changed the number a long time ago.He suddenly felt mixed feelings, put aside the matter of paying back the money, and was absent-minded along the way, and Feng Deng took the suitcase he forgot to take back.

The house that Feng Deng rented was not far from the hospital, about ten minutes away. It had two bedrooms and one living room, which was narrower than Song Xinyuan imagined.He couldn't help wondering where Feng Deng's salary and gift money were spent. He had been a surgeon for many years, but he had no money to buy a house.

Feng Deng opened the door of a bedroom and said to him: "You live here, the bathroom is next door, and there is a supermarket downstairs, so go and buy what you need."

The room should have been tidied up in advance, the walls were covered with brown wallpaper, and looked bare at first glance, with a landscape painting hanging in the corner.There is a single bed by the window, and a cream-white wardrobe stands beside the bed.Also, there is only a desk and a plastic chair.

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Deng explained: "The house was decorated by the landlord. If you don't like the furniture, you can change it."

He was surprised by Feng Deng's reasonableness: "It's okay, this is much better than the house I rented in Changchuan City, and I will only live there for three months."

He sat on the bed, reached out to press the mattress, and looked up to find Feng Deng staring at him again.He thought that some of his actions aroused Feng Deng's disgust, so he got up in a hurry: "You go ahead, I'll go buy toiletries."

Feng Deng: "Well, I'm on duty at the hospital."

It was almost zero o'clock at this time, if they were a couple, they would have hugged and rolled the sheets long ago.Song Xinyuan watched Feng Deng leave in a daze, thinking to himself how much Feng Deng hated him, and found a reason to get rid of him on the first day of living together.He clicked on the search window of WeChat, entered Feng Deng's mobile phone number, hesitated for a long time, and then quit.

At the intersection, Feng Deng took off his glasses and rubbed his brows.The cell phone rang again, it was the nurse who was looking for him, the patient he admitted tonight was not out of danger, so he had to go to the hospital to keep watch.

At six o'clock in the morning, Feng Deng woke up to take a shower, greeted the doctor who was taking over, and walked home.He walked very slowly, as if a scourge lived at home.After getting out of the elevator, when he was about to get the key to open the door, he realized that there was someone at home. For some unknown reason, he reached out and knocked on the door.

Soon, a rush of footsteps rushed to the door, and Song Xinyuan opened the door in a bathrobe. He looked like he had just taken a shower, with water in his eyes, and asked strangely, "You didn't bring the key?"

"forget."

Feng Deng lowered his head to change his slippers, and found a pair of old sneakers on the wooden stand, cuddling awkwardly with his new leather shoes. His gaze involuntarily swam to Song Xinyuan's feet, and saw Song Xinyuan pulling a pair of indigo sandals, cold white The toes of the toes are drawn together, implying the owner's panic.

He looked up and saw Song Xinyuan's innocent expression, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Clean up, I will go to the hospital with me later."

Song Xinyuan did not forget his retreat task, and quickly ran back to the house to change clothes.When he came out, Feng Deng was already cooking.The aroma of finger pies and fried bacon filled the living room.

Song Xinyuan was impressed by Feng Deng's cooking skills when he was in college, and now sitting at the dining table, he was so anxious that he wanted to gnaw his fingers.He counted his advantages in detail, and gradually became suspicious of this revenge plan.At present, the probability of failure is far greater than that of success.

Today is Monday, the day for the pre-op meeting.After dinner, Feng Deng went to the hospital to put on a white coat, and went to the meeting room first.Song Xinyuan, wearing a dark green isolation suit and a mask, was sitting in Feng Deng's office reading materials.Not long after, the teaching assistant Han Le came in and explained to Song Xinyuan the surgeon's preoperative preparations.

Song Xinyuan was taking notes while listening to Han Le talking about the medical myth created by Feng Deng.

"My goal is to become a surgeon who is as good as Professor Feng!" Han Le finished speaking energetically, and said enviously, "You are so lucky, a star can study beside Professor Feng, and you can get it easily. Opportunities that we medical students can't wait for."

Song Xinyuan smiled and said, "I'm just here to visit and study, and I won't rob Dr. Feng from you."

"That's right, but it's good for you to be with Professor Feng. Although he has been promoted to deputy director this year, he has increased his workload. He is busy and tired. He is much harder than Director Liang. He is indispensable for surgery and outpatient clinics. You just wait. Run around." Han Le let out a gloating laugh.

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as dedicating yourself to art."

What Han Le said was not an exaggeration at all. Feng Deng was very busy all day. After the meeting in the morning, he continued to check the ward in the afternoon, which exhausted Song Xinyuan who was following him.In the evening, the two simply ate in the hospital cafeteria before going home.

After Song Xinyuan took a shower, he sat on the bedside and played with his mobile phone. Remembering that he still owed Feng Deng's meal money, he searched Feng Deng's WeChat account and sent a friend request.Feng Deng's profile picture is the front view of the Qianda Affiliated Hospital, dull and boring.

While waiting for Feng Deng to accept the application, Song Xinyuan clicked on Feng Deng's Moments, and saw Feng Deng's background cover at a glance, and his face turned pale.

It was obviously a picture taken from a book, and half a poem was printed on the picture:

I remember the first day, that childish beauty,

Debilitating tenderness, the divine throwing of a swallow.

Unintentional hand, unintentional heart

Like a flying stone—like an eagle—crashed into my chest. (*Note)

Song Xinyuan zoomed in and out of this picture, wishing he could poke it through the screen, looking back at the scene when he and Feng Deng met for the first time, and then thinking of what Feng Deng did to him later, sour water sprang from his throat.He rushed to the bathroom and threw up violently, face into the sink.There is a doctor next door to him, but he won't come to help him, and he can't help him.

In the master bedroom, after Feng Deng received Song Xinyuan's friend application, he silently said "agree", as if he ignored Song Xinyuan's movements, but his heart slowly burst like an egg falling to the ground.

And the entanglement between them should start when they met.

The author says:

The next chapter has memories of first encounter, if you don’t like to read memories, you can skip to Chapter 8. *Note: The poem at the end is excerpted from the lyric poem "I Remember the First Day..." by Russian poet Tsvetaeva. I posted the full version on Weibo.