Out of place

reporter?

Cheng Boyan frowned, Xiang Xi is still hanging out with reporters?

Before he could ask Song Yi in detail, the mobile phone notified that there was a call coming in. He took a look and saw that it was from the hospital, so he quickly hung up Song Yi's call.

Several car accident patients came to the emergency department at the same time. Two of their legs were seriously injured. The emergency doctor was too busy. Cheng Boyan couldn't care less about Xiang Xi and ran out of the office.

Before I got to the emergency room, I heard a mess of crying and shouting.

There were a few people with bandages on their heads sitting on the chairs, and there were people in the emergency room who shouted hoarsely because of the pain.

"Xiao Cheng! This injured leg needs to be operated on immediately." Someone called out to Cheng Boyan.

Cheng Boyan saw the injured. It was a young girl with blood all over her body. Her left calf looked like a flower had bloomed, and the broken bones could already be seen piercing the skin.

When he looked down at the injury, the girl asked in a trembling voice: "Doctor, you won't amputate?"

"If you can't reach that level, don't scare yourself," Cheng Boyan patted her, "It will be fine after surgery."

This was a traffic accident involving drunk driving and speeding. Four vehicles collided in a row and injured pedestrians on the side of the road. The drunk driver died on the spot, and the rest of the injured were sent to their nearby hospital.

Fortunately, the few who were innocently injured were not too seriously injured, and there were no elderly people or children.

In the emergency room, the patients, a bunch of anxious family members, and the doctors were all too busy to keep their feet on the ground.

Cheng Boyan was busy until dawn, and finally had time to take a rest. His legs and waist were sore. He didn't feel anything before, but now he feels tired.

After his colleague came to work, Cheng Boyan changed his clothes and walked out of the hospital gate. The morning sun made his eyes a little sore and he couldn't open them.

He looked at his phone, struggled for a long time before going back to sleep and eating breakfast, and finally chose a compromise method and went to a roadside store to buy two breads.

While eating, I went to the parking lot. When I got to the car, the bread was just finished eating. After getting in the car, I took a carton of milk and drank it.

After stuffing the food, Cheng Boyan leaned on the back of the chair and stretched, letting out a long sigh of relief.

At times like this, he was particularly envious of Dr. Liu. When he came home from work, there would always be a wife in the kitchen preparing breakfast before going to work, and there would be hot meals when he came home from get off work in the evening.

He didn't need to say that when he lived alone these years, even when he was at home, it was rare to be treated like this. Both parents are doctors, and most of the time at home is empty.

There is also Cheng Boyu who needs his care.

Cheng Boyan squeezed the space between his eyebrows and started the car. After his parents retired, he got better. He could still go home to eat occasionally, but Cheng Boyu would never have the chance again.

What are you thinking about?

Cheng Boyan took a breath and drove the car out of the parking lot.

When he got home, Cheng Boyan took a shower, threw himself on the bed, fell asleep within 2 minutes of hugging the pillow, and slept until the afternoon without dreaming.

If his mother hadn't called, he would probably have slept through the night.

"Come over for dinner," my mother said on the phone. "Your father's former patient sent some wild boar. Come and taste it."

"I don't want to move." Cheng Boyan lay on the sofa with his mobile phone.

"Aren't you just on duty? As for it." Mom expressed disdain for his state.

"There was a car accident in the emergency department yesterday, and I was busy all night..." Cheng Boyan closed his eyes.

"Then did you sleep all day?" Mom asked.

"En." Cheng Boyan responded.

"Haven't you slept enough after a day's sleep? Are you going to continue to sleep until you go to work tomorrow?" Mom said, "This kind of passive rest is not good for your body..."

"I'll be there in a while," Cheng Boyan sat up slowly, "about an hour."

"Okay, I will wait for you with my father." Mom said with a smile.

Although he didn't want to move, Cheng Boyan changed his clothes and drove back. On the way, he bought a bottle of his father's favorite beef sauce.

This kind of food is rarely eaten at home. After getting older, my mother pays more attention to various nutritious diets, so my father basically has nothing to eat. Only he occasionally buys a bottle for his father to enjoy.

When he entered, the room was full of the smell of food. Dad was still sitting in front of the computer in the living room typing on the keyboard. When he saw him coming in, he immediately waved: "It's just right, come and help me see how to put this picture. Is it right?"

"He's here to eat, not to work!" Mom came out of the kitchen with the dishes, "You really..."

"Just look at a picture, and it will be fine in a second." Dad smiled.

"Why don't you let your students do it?" Cheng Boyan went over to look at it. Dad was making some ppt, and he helped to correct the misplaced picture.

"This is what the students did. I don't know where I pressed it. I have never encountered such a thing before." Dad saved the file, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's eat."

"Bought beef sauce for your dad again?" Mom saw the bag Cheng Boyan put on the table.

"What's the matter again, it's the first bottle this year." Cheng Boyan smiled, went into the guest room and took a pair of sweatpants and put it here, "And I bought the smallest bottle."

"Your dad just went to your grandma's to eat a big oil meal yesterday," my mother said with a smile. "When he came back, his mouth was crooked. You can't eat beef sauce today."

"When did grandma go to our hospital for cataract surgery?" Cheng Boyan sat down at the table and filled the soup for his parents. Director Li still asked me."

"Yesterday I told her." Dad took the bowl and took a sip of the soup, "I even threatened and coaxed her to move in first whenever there was a bed, and she would have nothing to do."

"Why are you scaring her?" Mom glanced at him, "If you arouse her stubborn temper, she won't do it."

"I'm not so stubborn when I get old," Dad laughed, "Look at how stubborn I was when I was young, but I'm much better when I'm old. Now the most stubborn person in our family is Boyan."

"Where am I stubborn?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "I'm such an easy-going person."

"Well, you are the most easy-going, and all your stubbornness is left alone." Mom pushed the plate containing wild pork towards him, "Try this, stubborn man."

Cheng Boyan didn't say a word, he picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and ate it with a smile. He knew what his mother was talking about.

Thinking about it, it can't be considered stubborn. Sexuality can't be changed without being stubborn, and there's nothing he can do about it.

"Bo Yan," Dad ate a few dishes and looked at him, "Are you busy these days?"

"It's okay, as usual, and I'm not particularly busy." Cheng Boyan said.

"Then why haven't I seen you coming back for a while, I just came back the day before my birthday." Dad still looked at him, "Are you with your friends?"

"Friends?" Cheng Boyan was stunned, "Nothing, just got together twice..."

Dad hesitated for a moment, glanced at Mom, and then turned his head: "Your old aunt called yesterday and said she saw you, and she is with a... friend."

"Where is it?" Cheng Boyan was a little annoyed when he heard the old aunt. If he didn't pay attention to let the old aunt know what happened at the beginning, it wouldn't have made the whole family know about it. Although he didn't care about letting anyone know, but Still quite irritable.

"It's about eating noodles. It's over there in the department store." My mother was also a little dissatisfied with the old aunt. "I don't think you can go that far if you have nothing to do. Do you still eat noodles?"

In the past two days, I ate sliced ​​noodles once. Next to the department store, Cheng Boyan knew that the old aunt must have seen him and Xiang Xi.

"Well, it's me," Cheng Boyan said, "with a friend."

Under normal circumstances, only Lin He and Song Yi would eat alone in Cheng Boyan, especially on non-rest days, so when my mother heard the name of "friend" instead of Lin He or Song Yi, she raised her eyebrows sensitively. She nodded and looked at him: "Friend?"

"Just..." Cheng Boyan hesitated, "The one you met at my place last time."

"That child?" Mom was a little surprised.

"Child?" Dad was even more surprised, probably his mother hadn't told him, so his eyes were obviously bigger than his mother's.

"It's not considered a child, it's 19." Cheng Boyan said.

Although Cheng Boyan had explained his situation to his family early on, his relationship was not particularly clear. He was busy with school and work, so his parents had almost no experience in talking about relationships with him.

After a few words, I got stuck, and I didn't know how to continue.

"There's nothing." Cheng Boyan lowered his head and took a bite.

"Are you planning to do it?" Mom asked.

Cheng Boyan laughed: "How do you tell me to answer, how do I know."

"Forget it, you can think about your own affairs," my mother thought for a while, "I still say the same thing, don't mess around just because you don't have marriage constraints."

"...I'm not that kind of person." Cheng Boyan said helplessly.

"Besides, let me say something more, it's up to you whether you listen or not," my mother looked at him, "whether it's the child... oh no, it doesn't matter whether it's the person or not, in short, whether it's suitable or not is not just about feelings. In this aspect, other factors also need to be considered, no matter how full the relationship is, it is not the only thing that lasts for a long time, of course, the relationship is an important foundation..."

"Let's eat, Boyan is not a child anymore, he knows what he knows," Dad sighed aside, "I heard you were not so awkward when you told people on TV, I don't know what you want to express anymore .”

"You asked me to give him a nutrition class now, and I'm quick," my mother said, "Are these two the same thing?"

Cheng Boyan laughed for a long time: "Eat, wild pork, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

After eating, Cheng Boyan leaned on the sofa and chatted with his parents for a while. His parents were going for a walk and asked him if he wanted to join.

"I'm not going, you two go romantically," Cheng Boyan sat without moving, "I'll go back after a short rest, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Lock the door for me." My mother confessed, and the two went out.

Cheng Boyan took the remote control and changed the channel casually, leaning on the sofa and watching with a cushion, still thinking about what his mother said.

In fact, what he cares about is not these things, but the old aunt's mouth, if he has a meal with Xiang Xi and let the old aunt tell it, maybe it will be called what it is, and all relatives will know it in a few days...

I really want to grab her house and beat her up.

Cheng Boyan didn't know how he fell asleep, when his mother woke him up, he glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o'clock.

"I said I'll call you earlier, but your father is reluctant." Mom touched the mark on his face that was pressed by the cushion, "Hurry up and go back."

"...Go back now? It's eleven o'clock when we get home," Cheng Boyan fell back on the sofa, "I won't go back."

There is still his room at home, to be precise, it is the room of him and Cheng Boyu. After he moved out to live by himself, his mother cleaned and tidied up every day, and did not touch anything in this room.

Cheng Boyan opened the closet and took a set of pajamas, but nothing in the closet was touched, there were even several sets of Cheng Boyu's sportswear hanging on one side of the closet.

When he took a shower and lay down on the bed, he had a familiar but indescribable feeling, and the memories that faded into smoke still made people tranced.

The phone rang, and Cheng Boyan took it over to look at it, and it turned out to be a text message from Xiang Xi.

Are you asleep? Send me a text message to chat.

Cheng Boyan looked at this sentence in surprise, there was not a typo, he smiled and replied, the progress is a bit fast, there is no typo.

Show you what I wrote.

Along with Xiang Xi's text message, a photo was sent, and the notebook was crookedly written on a whole page, Cheng Boyan, Dr. Cheng.

The first few lines were written in a big and messy manner, and they could be skewed to the previous line compared to the grid writing. After half a page, it was much better. Cheng Boyan looked at it carefully, and dialed Xiang Xi's phone with a smile.

"Aren't you talking about sending text messages?" Xiang Xi said after picking up the phone.

"How did you know how to write my name? It shouldn't be there when I go to the supermarket with my mother," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I only have it when I go to the supermarket with my father."

"Damn, you can't stop taking advantage of it!" Xiang Xi shouted, laughed for a long time before saying, "I asked the student next door."

"Are you still going to ask someone?" Cheng Boyan said.

"Well, I just want to practice handwriting anyway, at least to practice handwriting smaller, I remember your name, and I was thinking about how to tell people, but I wrote it out as soon as people heard it," Xiang Xi said. He said a little excitedly, "I also taught me a word, Music Boyan!"

Cheng Boyan was stunned when he heard that: "Is this a sentence?"

"Half a sentence, I can't remember it later," Xiang Xi said with a nonchalant smile, "Someone wrote it down for me, but I couldn't understand it after reading it. I don't know all the words. Let's talk about it later."

"That's not bad, you're a fast learner." Cheng Boyan praised him, Xiang Xi is quite smart, as long as he can persevere, he should be able to learn to read quickly.

"When I finish practicing my own name, I will sign it for you as a commemoration." Xiang Xi said happily.

"Okay, how do you plan to sign?" Cheng Boyan asked with a smile.

"Write it first, cleanliness is not a disease, it's really terrible to clean, and then write it down, Xiang Xi's title." Xiang Xi said happily.

"Are you a clean freak, can't you talk endlessly?" Cheng Boyan imitated his tone and said, "I'll show you a real clean freak one day and you'll know."

"What is true cleanliness?" Xiang Xi asked.

"My little aunt," Cheng Boyan said, "wipes the seams of the floor with a cotton swab every day..."

"...I'm hissing next time!" Xiang Xi yelled in a daze, and he bit his head when he yelled.

"Correct your mouth's habit of fucking, and you won't be able to speak without fucking?" Cheng Boyan sounded a little amused.

"That's not bad, I'm trying to change it," Xiang Xi clicked his tongue, "If I used to have a good chat with Mantou, you have to pick out the main content of a sentence from the dirty words, just like picking beans .”

Cheng Boyan was quite helpless, he wanted to educate Xiang Xi, but at the same time he wanted to have fun.

"I'll try my best to change it." Xiang Xi added.

"Come on." Cheng Boyan said seriously with a suppressed smile.

Originally, I wanted to ask Xiang Xi about that reporter, but Xiang Xi kept talking happily and said good night for about ten minutes, and Cheng Boyan didn't find a suitable opportunity to speak.

Xiang Xi was very interested in studying for two consecutive days, and sent Cheng Boyan a piece of writing in his notebook every day. Cheng Boyan was tired and busy on duty, so he didn't find a chance to chat with him again.

On weekends, he called Song Yi and Lin He out for dinner, thanked Song Yi for taking care of Xiang Xi, and planned to find out what was going on with Song Yi first.

"It's been three days," Song Yi pointed out three fingers at him with a cigarette in his mouth, "That man is more punctual than my employees every day, and the car is parked across the road with the windows open."

"You didn't go up to find him and beat him up?" Lin He asked.

"I think so," Song Yi smiled, "Didn't you figure out what's going on, you need to talk to Boyan first, Xiang Xi is so sensitive, what if he really is a friend."

"The past two years have become more and more stable, and I don't know you anymore." Cheng Boyan gave him a thumbs up.

"Enough is enough." Lin He said while eating.

"It's not your turn if it's not enough," Song Yi said, turning his head to look at Cheng Boyan, "Did you ask Xiang Xi about this?"

"No, I didn't find an opportunity." Cheng Boyan took a sip of tea.

"Huh?" Song Yi was taken aback.

Lin He also looked up at Cheng Boyan: "This is not your style."

"That's why I said," Song Yi pinched out his cigarette, and said with a smile, "You must have an idea, even if you don't think about it all, there are signs."

"Is this the point?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Well, the point is what is the relationship between this reporter and Xiang Xi, is it a trouble, right?" Song Yi said.

"You think it's a reporter?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"My camera," Song Yi raised his hand and gestured, "It's so big and long, if I didn't see it clearly, I would have thought he was going to blow up my store."

"Camera?" Cheng Boyan raised his head suddenly, "Why didn't you say it at first?"

"...There are too many important points, why don't we come here one by one," Song Yi said, "Why? Do you know this person?"

"I probably know." Cheng Boyan frowned.

Not probably know.

is ok.

As soon as Cheng Boyan heard about the person with a gun-like camera, he immediately picked up the number. This person was the photographer Xiang Xi had mentioned.

What is this man doing?

Thinking of the photos I saw on this person's blog last time, an unpleasant thought came to Cheng Boyan's mind.

After eating, Cheng Boyan went home directly, and sat in front of the computer after taking a shower.

He no longer remembered the man's name, only the word Yin.

After staring at the computer and thinking for a long time, he only thought of Tang Yinlai. He clicked his tongue, opened the browser, and searched one by one in the history.

He doesn't remember when Xiang Xi mentioned this person, he only remembers a general range, so he can only look at them one by one.

He remembered what Xiang Xi said before, how old are you? Your brains are so thin...

Really, these days are busy, it seems that I am really busy.

After looking through the history for about ten minutes, Cheng Boyan's eyes were dazzled, and he felt how many pages he had turned every day when he was idle.

Finally, he saw an address with a blog, and he clicked on it.

It's not Tang Yin, it's Fang Yin.

When Fang Yin's studio blog was opened, the first thing Cheng Boyan saw was a black and white photo.

30 天

-them we don't know

The black and white photo shows the back of a person walking against the crowd on a zebra crossing.

I have to say that this photo is very impressive. The bustling crowd is blurred, and the white zebra crossing is clear and clear. There is a feeling of inexplicable loneliness.

But when Cheng Boyan frowned and saw clearly that the figure in the dark and depressing tones was Xiang Xi, he stood up abruptly.

For some reason, he almost blurted out a fucking word at this moment.

He grabbed the phone that was on the table.

After calling out Xiang Xi's name, he didn't press the dial button.

After standing for a while, he put the phone back on the table, sat back on the chair, and clicked on the page that probably belonged to a preview or an excerpt of a special photography.

This topic seems to be to follow some people with "story" and show their "life with all kinds of flavors".

The first time I saw Xiao Z, he was still living in the most chaotic corner of a certain city. He had never gone to school, had no job, had a place to live, but no home.

Little Z said, you are just watching the theater, you don't know what is in the life here, those lives that can't make a sound when you open your mouth.

I saw him again in front of the recruitment information board on the side of the road.

I asked him if he was looking for a job, but he replied, just look around.

The last sentence was placed under the photo of Xiang Xi standing in front of the information bar with his head up. Cheng Boyan stared at the photo and the words for a while, then slammed the mouse on the table.