Out of place

When Cheng Boyan called Fang Yin, he just wanted to chat casually, listen to Fang Yin's thoughts, and try to guess what Xiang Xi thinks about this matter through Fang Yin's words.

So when Fang Yin proposed to meet and chat, he hesitated.

Xiang Xi didn't want him to know about it, and he didn't want to interfere. He just wanted to protect Xiang Xi within his own range. If he met Fang Yin and let Xiang Xi know, he would be very passive.

"I know you have opinions about me," Fang Yin said, "so there are some things that can be better expressed in an interview."

"I don't have an opinion on you," Cheng Boyan corrected him, "I only have an opinion on what you did, and it's just because of different positions."

"I really want to hear it," Fang Yin said sincerely, "I hope to hear different voices."

"My voice may not be too pleasant." Cheng Boyan said.

"It's okay, Doctor Cheng," Fang Yin said, "I'm still outside now, you can tell me a place, let's meet and talk, this group of photos of Xiao Zhan is also very important to me."

Cheng Boyan looked at the time and sighed lightly.

Cheng Boyan really didn't want to drive out to invite Fang Yin to the tea house outside the community. He originally wanted to talk with Fang Yin on the phone and then go to sleep.

Fang Yin came very quickly, within a few minutes after Cheng Boyan entered the tea house, he came in with his big camera bag on his back.

"Thank you for coming out." Fang Yin sat down in front of him.

"Still running outside?" Cheng Boyan looked at him, and asked the waiter for a snack, "Let's have some supper."

"A follower is working overtime today, so I went," Fang Yin smiled, "I don't have a fixed time for this job, sometimes I don't go out for two days, sometimes I go out for two days and can't go back."

Cheng Boyan smiled and said nothing.

"Xiao Zhan said that he has a friend, but he doesn't say much, but he cares about this friend very much. I think this friend must be you," Fang Yin said, "You have a great influence on him, so I insist on thinking about it." Talk to you."

"Really." Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"Let's talk directly. The purpose of my topic this time is to be a few people that people rarely meet and don't know very well, so that people can see their life trajectory." Fang Yin took a sip of tea, "Xiao Zhan It really fits, there's something about him that's moving."

"The dark and struggling past?" Cheng Boyan said.

"...You can also put it this way, his life, his thoughts," Fang Yin said excitedly, "It's something we can't imagine...Xiao Zhan is very representative and has a story..."

"Well," Cheng Boyan nodded, "Mr. Fang, maybe you want to find someone to represent this group, maybe he is suitable, but you shouldn't look for him."

Fang Yin glanced at him, didn't speak, and smiled after a while: "Why?"

"What you want is the dark past in him, his helplessness and despair when facing those things," Cheng Boyan said unhurriedly, slowly sorting out his thoughts, "These things will easily Man thinks, sympathizes, astonishes..."

"In addition to these, it may be helpful," Fang Yin said immediately. "So many people have seen it, know it, and have been touched. Maybe someone will reach out. Besides Xiao Zhan, there will be others."

"Sacrificing me alone will benefit thousands of people?" Cheng Boyan laughed, "Do you think he has such sentiments? You have no right to ask him to have such sentiments."

"Maybe he is willing?" Fang Yin looked at him.

"So, have you told him this?" Cheng Boyan also looked at him, "Did you let him see the photos you took and the text you wrote? Did you tell him the comments under those photos? Sympathy, Curious, puzzled, and looked down upon and insulted?"

Fang Yin was silent for a while, then sighed: "I want to show him after the filming is over."

"As the subject of this set of photos, he is shown his life and thoughts, why can't we know it in the process?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "Mr. Fang, you don't know him at all, you know him well. You can't be sure it didn't hurt him knowing how he might react when he was cut open and put on display for all kinds of arguments."

"Maybe," Fang Yin thought for a while, "but this is just a hypothesis. Generally speaking, Xiao Zhan and I are cooperating on this matter, and it is also a meaningful thing. This kind of difficult life, which is ignored by too many people, Someone needs to let everyone know that in the corner we can't see, there are such people who have such a hard life..."

"If I were an outsider," Cheng Boyan twirled the cup, "maybe I would think that what you did was meaningful, and maybe I would still feel lucky to have a recorder like you..."

He looked into Fang Yin's eyes: "But it's a pity, I know him, he is the person next to me, a real person, I see his efforts every day, wanting to go up and forward, but You just want to show the past that he's been trying to get rid of, so I can only feel selfishly that you're doing it out of place."

"Doctor Cheng," Fang Yin frowned, "Your words... In fact, no one can be sure that this matter will not help or benefit Xiao Zhan at all."

"For example? Do you know what he really wants?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"No one can say they know," Fang Yin said, "Do you know?"

"I don't know, maybe it's not sympathy and help, but a little bit of affirmation, but I will ask him, at least let him know what he is going to face," Cheng Boyan smiled, "not just express what you want to express Showing those states that he just fits, he is a thinking person, not a simple expression symbol."

"Doctor Cheng." Fang Yin took a sip of tea slowly, "It's a good thing that Xiao Zhan has a friend like you."

"I hope so," Cheng Boyan said, "he is also worthy of me being a 'friend like this', he is changing all the time, very slowly, very hard, but...in fact, his state is no longer suitable for what you want The theme of the expression is that he is not stuck in place, hopeless and helpless is not his main state."

"So... Doctor Cheng, do you want me to stop filming him?" Fang Yin asked.

"No, I respect his own decision after he has a detailed understanding of the current situation," Cheng Boyan tapped the cup lightly, "I didn't deny the significance of your taking these photos. When I saw such things before, I would only feel powerless and heavy. I can only help people within the range I can reach, and now he is within this range, I am willing to help him, but naturally I am afraid that you will hurt him unintentionally."

"I understand what you mean," Fang Yin nodded, "I don't mean anything malicious, and I don't mean to cause trouble to him on purpose."

"Well, so I won't discuss right or wrong with you on this matter," Cheng Boyan paused, "What we're talking about today is just our position."

When he came out of the tea house, Cheng Boyan cleared his throat. He hadn't talked so much at once for a long time, and his mouth felt so dry that his throat was hoarse.

When the waiter first came to pour the tea, he touched the mouth of the cup with his hand. Cheng Boyan observed it. The waiter had been walking up and down, setting chairs and cleaning the table, and had never washed his hands, so he didn’t take a sip of the tea in the cup. Drink, I'm very thirsty now.

Fang Yin ate quite happily, and shook hands with him before leaving.

When Cheng Boyan got home, before he had changed his clothes, he heard his cell phone ringing. He touched his body only to find that he didn't have a cell phone with him. He quickly ran out while pulling up his pants, fearing that the hospital might not be able to reach him in an emergency.

The phone displayed Xiang Xi's incoming call.

"Why didn't you take a break?" Cheng Boyan asked after picking it up, and checked the time, it was getting late.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Xiang Xi's voice was not very energetic, lazy, "I called and this is the fourth one."

"I just went out for a while, and I didn't take my phone," Cheng Boyan said, took a glass of water and drank it in one go, "How do you feel now?"

"Oh, you went to Africa, I can hear this water," Xiang Xi clicked, "It doesn't fit your usual elegant image at all."

"I'm asking you something." Cheng Boyan put down his glass, finally feeling better in his throat.

"A little dizzy and want to vomit, but luckily I haven't eaten," Xiang Xi said, "but I'm better now, but I can't sleep."

"You slept for a long time before I left," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "Want to chat?"

"Don't talk, I want to sleep," Xiang Xi smiled softly twice, "How long do I have to lie on my back?"

"Eight hours, just sleep until tomorrow morning." Cheng Boyan said.

"It's really uncomfortable without a pillow. I always feel that my brain is congested," Xiang Xi sighed, "Hey, I'll count the sheep later."

"Do you want to count again if you count half wrong?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "Slow down and breathe."

"Why slow down," Xiang Xi fell silent, probably trying, and after a while he clicked his tongue, "I'm suffocating..."

"Try what I said," Cheng Boyan said softly, "breathe in, one...two...three...four...stop, one...two...three...four...exhale, one... ... two ... three ..."

Xiang Xi didn't speak any more, and Cheng Boyan could hear his breathing following his own rhythm. At first, there were a few breaths that were not adjusted properly and were still loud.

Cheng Boyan suppressed a smile and continued to count slowly. After a few minutes, Xiang Xi's voice stopped.

"Xiang Xi?" Cheng Boyan asked softly, "Hello?"

Probably fell asleep, Cheng Boyan listened for a while, but still said he couldn't fall asleep, so he hung up the phone with a smile.

When he woke up in the morning, Xiang Xi was a little helpless, feeling that the feeling of groggy and vomiting yesterday had basically disappeared, but instead, the pain from the wound on his leg began.

When the nurse came to give him a bottle, he patted the bed: "Sister, how long will this wound hurt?"

"Does it hurt?" the nurse asked him.

"It hurts..." Xiang Xi frowned, "I woke up in pain in the morning."

"Be patient, if it's too uncomfortable, tell Dr. Cheng to take medicine or injections to relieve the pain," the nurse said, "But it's best not to use it, it's not good for wound healing."

"Oh," Xiang Xi sighed, "I'll just bear with it."

After the nurse left, he stared at the ceiling in a daze. He could bear the pain in his leg. It was also painful and numb in the first few days of hospitalization. It was worse than now, and he could bear it.

I don't know why this time he seems to be more sensitive to pain than before.

Maybe it's been too long?In the past, it didn't even matter whether you were alive or not, and you could ignore the pain or not... Just like Wanglaoji, you don't feel bitter when you drink it every day. In the middle, let you drink a few sips of sugar water, don't talk about drinking, just lick Wanglaoji, and you will probably feel bitter Tears come.

Xiang Xi smiled at the ceiling, it makes sense.

It stands to reason that Fang Yin will come over today, and the scene in front of him actually meets his requirements. The distressed young man is standing on the hospital bed, enduring the pain from the last beating...

Xiang Xi clicked his tongue, quite upset, if Fang Yin came in this state, he wasn't prepared to start scolding when he got annoyed.

But Fang Yin didn't come over until noon.

Cheng Boyan came over with a warm lunch box, and was in a hurry when he entered the ward.

"How is it?" He put the lunch box on the table top cabinet.

"Leg hurts." Xiang Xi looked at the clock on the wall, the noon break was almost over, "Is the outpatient clinic very busy today?"

"It's okay, but I met a patient's family member who was impatient, and he didn't want to take a picture of the fracture first, so he had to deal with the wound directly." Cheng Boyan smiled, "I scolded me for a long time."

"I think," Xiang Xi leaned on the bed and snorted. "Don't say that I have that ability, there is, there is, I can't do it. Yes, I would have fought with someone earlier."

"Then it depends on you, why don't you fight ten times or eight times a day, and you can switch to a martial arts school after working for a year, provided that you don't get beaten to death." Cheng Boyan put the table on the bed, "He came to the hospital They are all in a hurry, there are probably two or three out of ten who are easy to touch, let's have some porridge."

"You made it? You didn't wake up early in the morning and made porridge for me, did you?" Xiang Xi was moved for a while, and then a little worried, "Miscellaneous bean porridge?"

"I overslept today, I don't have time to do it, so I bought it at the door." Cheng Boyan opened the lid of the lunch box and put it in front of him, "I ordered meals for you in the hospital for a few days, I'm afraid I won't have the time to take care of them You ate."

"Well, I'll just eat the patient's meal." Xiang Xi took a spoon and scooped up the porridge, "Actually, it's okay if I don't eat... I don't have much appetite."

"Does the wound hurt?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"It's okay," Xiang Xi smiled, "It's just... when will it stop hurting?"

"About a day or two, depending on the individual's situation." Cheng Boyan looked at his medicine and finished it immediately, so he rang the bell to call the nurse, "You are in better health than before, and you should be relieved tomorrow. If you feel uncomfortable, just follow me." explain."

"My body feels much better," Xiang Xi stretched his arms, "Strong as a cow."

"There is still a certain gap between the cow and the cow," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "but he is fatter than before. After you are discharged from the hospital, you can run and exercise."

"It seems that I have gained a lot of weight. I will go to the nurse's station to be weighed later..." Xiang Xi stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, raised his head and stared at him, "How do you know... I am fat?"

Cheng Boyan was taken aback by his question, and before he could speak, Xiang Xi lowered his head again and took a few mouthfuls of porridge.

"Look at the face," he laughed after realizing it, "the face is rounder."

"...Oh." Xiang Xi paused with his hands, and then ate desperately without raising his head.

"Look at your legs too," Cheng Boyan suppressed a smile, "I compared them during the operation, and they are more fleshy than when I performed the operation on you the first time."

"Can it work?" Xiang Xi put down the spoon, and the nurse came in to take the needle for him. He could only stop eating for a while, and pressed the needle hole with his hand. When the nurse came out, he looked at Cheng Boyan with some dissatisfaction, "Your operation Why are you so inattentive?"

"I just glanced at it before the operation started," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "You are naked..."

"I'm not naked!" Xiang Xi clicked his tongue, "I'm wearing clothes, the nurse won't let me wear pants!"

"Yeah." Cheng Boyan covered his mouth with his hand, and there was still a smile in his voice.

"Forget it, let's just watch it, you're all men, it doesn't matter anymore," Xiang Xi sighed, looking at the porridge in the lunch box, "How long will I hold this hand?"

"A few minutes," Cheng Boyan stretched out his hand, "I'll help you...press it."

"Oh," Xiang Xi stretched out his hand, Cheng Boyan squeezed his hand and pressed it, he picked up the spoon, took a bite and smiled, "I thought you were going to say hello to me."

"Then I'll feed you," Cheng Boyan said, "Or?"

"No." Xiang Xi laughed.

Cheng Boyan didn't have much time to rest at noon, he was delayed earlier, he had to leave before he finished his porridge after chatting in the ward.

"When the patient's meal is delivered in the afternoon, you can ask the nurse to take it for you," Cheng Boyan told him, "My lunch box is in the office, just let them use that."

"Your?" Xiang Xi looked at him, "How do you disinfect it after I'm done using it?"

"Use it up when you're done," Cheng Boyan turned and walked out, "I'll buy another one."

"He said he has no cleanliness!" Xiang Xi clicked his tongue twice.

Cheng Boyan didn't finish the porridge items brought by him. Although the pain in his legs was tolerable, it seriously affected his appetite, and it made people feel restless.

There are two people in this ward. The bed next door was originally an old man, but last night it was replaced by a middle-aged man. The injury seemed to be heavier than his last time. His legs were also hanging, and the exposed parts of his body were covered with bandages. Lying in bed moaning all the time.

Xiang Xi couldn't chat with him either, so he had to let the nurse take the remote control to watch TV.

There were not many TV stations in total, and there was nothing to watch at this time, Xiang Xi leaned on the bed, changed one by one, and finally stopped on the news program of the city station.

A new road has been built in a certain place, and it will open to traffic tomorrow, an illegal building has been demolished in a certain place, and it is brightened, the night market is disturbing the residents and banned, the sewers in the residential area are blocked, and the residents are making trouble, there is a counterfeit wine in the certain place The black den was reported, the boss and a worker were arrested...

Boring, Xiang Xi stared at the TV in a daze, wondering in a mess in his mind, there are workers in such a small black den, and the workers are still crippled.

That's right, who else can find someone to work in this kind of place, that's it, if he hadn't met Cheng Boyan, he might not be doing something in some dirty and dark place now, and he might have been killed Uncle Ping took it back, and it is possible to kill him...

Cripple?

Lame!

Xiang Xi sat up straight suddenly, grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV, and fixed his eyes on the worker on the TV who was cut off halfway by the boss.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The news is very short, the protagonist is the boss, and the supporting worker doesn't even have a frontal shot, but Xiang Xi still recognizes it.

In the past ten years or so, except for Uncle Ping, he was the most familiar person.

It's steamed buns.

The news was over soon, and the next one was entered. Xiang Xi was still sitting on the bed straight and staring at the TV screen, his mind was buzzing.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man on the next bed uncomfortably raised his humming voice and protested vaguely that Xiang Xi came back to his senses and turned down the TV volume.

It's steamed buns.

It must be steamed buns!

Although the clothes on the man were a little worn out and looked a little dirty, and he only had half a figure passing by, he was still sure that it was a steamed bun.

Didn't you run away?

Didn't he take the money from the second set and run away!

Don't tell me you want to go home!

It's been half a year!

How could it still be here, and in such a dark den!

Xiang Xi closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow suddenly.

He always felt that Mantou hadn't heard from him for so long, so he must have escaped home, the home in the south that he talked about from time to time.

He occasionally thinks of it with envy, no matter how miserable Mantou has been, at least he still has a home he can go back to, where there are parents who are anxiously waiting for him.

Now I suddenly saw steamed buns appearing in front of my eyes in such a way.

Xiang Xi felt a little unacceptable.