Mindful

After Christmas, Qiao Yuanlin was going on a business trip to Beijing. There were a total of four people traveling with him. He and the leader of the second group of reporters were responsible for the interview work.

Qiao Yuanlin was packing his luggage at home the night before, and his computer had been turned off and locked into his backpack. He suddenly remembered that this month's work summary hadn't been sent yet.There was Liang Cheng's tablet on the head of the bed, and he opened it to borrow it.

The door was wide open, and Liang Cheng came in with a portable medicine box, bent down and stuffed it into the interlayer of the suitcase, and said, "It's been prepared for ten days, it should be more than enough, one meal per box."

Qiao Yuanlin logged in to his account and opened the file, assuming: "What if I stay for half a month?"

"Go to Xiehe and ask a doctor to open it." Liang Cheng was too lazy to tease him, lowered his head to check the contents of the box, and then opened the ID folder to check.

Qiao Yuanlin entered the mailbox and was about to log out of Liang Cheng's account when the system prompted that there were more than a dozen unread emails.

Yishui's English, from overseas, was basically sent by Liang Cheng's classmate in the UK two days ago, wishing him a Merry Christmas.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "You don't even look at it, even if you send a group thankyou."

Liang Chengxin said that he is busy enough to go to work every day, and he has to wait on you, a careless and foolish bastard at night, how can there be such British time.

He took out his socks and changed them into a few pairs that could protect his ankles, and said perfunctorily, "Then help me back."

Qiao Yuanlin looked like a young master, lying at the end of the bed and clicking on an email, the content was very tender, recalling the time when he and Liang Cheng were studying in medical school, and expressed how much he missed him.The translation is more convincing and elegant, and it can be euphemistically called a love letter.

Ever since meeting Andrew, Qiao Yuanlin was not sure about the name, and asked, "Brother, is Charlotte a boy or a girl?"

Liang Cheng rolled up his socks for a while, without raising his eyes: "Girl."

"Oh." Qiao Yuanlin didn't think about what to torture, so he said a big nonsense, "Your classmate?"

Liang Cheng let out a "huh" and simply took the initiative to explain: "The British people expressed their affection for me, but I refused, that's all."

On the contrary, Qiao Yuanlin was not easy to answer. He guessed that Liang Cheng must have been outstanding when he was studying in England, but he was also difficult to get close to, probably like a cloudy day in London.

Sliding past a line of senders, he asked out of sheer curiosity: "So do you have anyone memorable in the UK?"

Liang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "Yes, a Chinese man named John."

Qiao Yuanlin got up: "Why is it unforgettable?"

"Because..." Liang Cheng fastened the fixed strap, and confessed in a low voice, "I often meet him, from two or three times a month to two or three times a week. When I'm busy with schoolwork and I don't have time, I think about it."

Qiao Yuanlin digested: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Liang Chengdao: "You didn't tell me that Zhou Qing confessed to you."

"So that John confessed to you?" Qiao Yuanlin slammed off the bed, "You are so awesome, men and women can take it all, you just think about it when you can't see it, why don't you stay in England and be with him?"

Liang Cheng closed the suitcase, with a triumphant smile on his brows, and replied: "Don't talk nonsense, John is already married."

Qiao Yuanlin cursed: "You are actually a mistress in England, I am innocent in Beijing."

Liang Cheng got up to support the edge of the bed, leaned towards Qiao Yuanlin, and said, "John is the owner and chef of a Chinese restaurant. Kung Pao Chicken is especially authentic. If I don't eat it twice a week, my stomach hurts."

"..." Qiao Yuanlin was furious, "Are you kidding me again?!"

Qiao Wenyuan passed by the door, and Liang Chengli stood still. In the blink of an eye, he was commanding: "George, you have 5 minutes to finish it, go to bed."

The next morning, dense clouds piled up in the sky, but fortunately, Beijing was forecast to be sunny.

Qiao Yuanlin and his colleagues agreed to meet at the gate of the terminal building, and Liang Cheng drove him to the airport.Team leader Lamo had arrived, he let go of the safety belt, and the car door unlocked with a click.

The words of exhortation got annoying along the way, Liang Cheng stretched out his hand to touch the back of Qiao Yuanlin's head, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Qiao Yuanlin had deep meaning, before getting out of the car, he said, "I'm in a very good mood when I go to Beijing this time."

Watching the figure disappear into the terminal building, Liang Cheng started the car and left the airport to go to work.

In the hospital office, there are some idlers waiting, some from the ultrasound department downstairs, and those from the pharmacy department upstairs, forming a group chattering and sharing photos.

More than 200 photos of the day of the basketball game were edited, covering all employees, and first used to select the MVP's department. These people are impatient and can't wait.

The photos were spread all over the table, Liang Cheng came in with a safe knot, and glanced disinterestedly as he passed by, the ones were overexposed, the faces were hideous, and the composition was unimaginable, he thought it was Ruotan's collective black history.

Doctor Wang said, "Help, who is in charge of taking pictures that day?"

"Brother Chang from the Imaging Department." Dr. Feng replied, "He does a good job with CT."

Doctor Xiao Hu said in hindsight: "It's better to ask reporter Qiao to take the shot that day, he is a professional."

Hearing this, Liang Cheng paused, and flicked his slender fingers on the table, like looking for a needle in a haystack.He withdrew his hand with disgust on his face, and went to his seat to change into a white coat.

After making their selections, everyone left one after another. When the office returned to deserted, Liang Cheng went over and searched carefully.

He seldom takes pictures at ordinary times, most of the photos are snap shots while playing, and few face-on.He skipped it directly, and finally found a piece of Qiao Yuanlin's after looking through it for a while.

Wearing elk horns on his head, looking around the field among the surging crowd, he was probably looking at him.

Liang Cheng took the photos away and put them in the desk drawer.Someone knocked on the door and delivered a stack of forms, announcing that it was the turn of the cardiac surgery staff for the physical examination in the afternoon.

After filling out the basic information, Liang Cheng found that he had run out of ID photos, so he went to the copy room in the courtyard to take another photo.Many colleagues were queuing, and he was at the end, and his phone vibrated to receive a WeChat message.

Qiao Yuanlin: I'm about to board the plane.

Edited by Liang Cheng: Say it again when you land.

Qiao Yuanlin: Well, I took a picture at the Capital Airport and sent it to you.

Liang Cheng: Show me things and think about people?

Qiao Yuanlin: Hey, send me one too.

Liang Cheng thought of that pile of black history, and replied: No.

Qiao Yuanlin: Let's shoot now.

There was no one in front of the line, Liang Cheng turned off the screen and sat on the chair, the lighting cloth on both sides was dazzlingly white, he hesitated for a moment and looked at the camera.

Suddenly, the photographer straightened his neck from behind the tripod.

Liang Cheng was surprised: "Huh?"

The photographer reminded: "Dr. Liang, you don't have to smile so happily in the ID photo."

There was a burst of laughter around, after all, complaining to the emperor is not the type of blissful spring breeze, and he always speaks with a handsome face in meetings.

At this moment, Liang Cheng raised the corners of his lips generously, and his smile added a bit of cynicalism, making him look ruffian. He asked back: "I still want to send it to my wife for review, don't you like it?"

Qiao Yuanlin arrived in Beijing smoothly, the familiar dry cold wind blowing on his body reminded him of every difficult autumn and winter when he was studying.

The temperature in Pinghai also continued to drop, and a cloud covered the city. Three days later, another rain and snow fell.

With Qiao Yuanlin not around, Liang Cheng doesn't have to pick him up or go on dates, and he doesn't have anyone to tease or argue with. The two-point and one-line life is as boring as before meeting you again.

Most of the time, he would go back to the nearest apartment and eat something casually. If he was not busy, he would video chat with Qiao Yuanlin for a while.

In the evening, a patient with heart failure came in. His condition was not very good. Liang Cheng left the hospital at nearly ten o'clock after finishing his work. The snow was muddy and the number was limited. He waited 10 minutes on the side of the road to get a taxi.

He wanted to eat something hot, so he told the driver to go to Seafood Club.

The flow of people in the business district is less than usual, and the night snack stalls in winter belong to the off-season, there are few customers, and the waiters who have just changed shifts are idle and have nothing to do.

Liang Cheng randomly picked a booth, ordered a bowl of shrimp noodles, and added two taels of fresh meat.After ordering, he folded his arms and leaned against the sofa, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

In the past few minutes, someone snapped his fingers in front of him.

Liang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, Zheng Yandong had already unbuttoned his coat, and sat down across the table.The two men who were hungry and cold after working overtime looked at each other with the most sympathetic eyes.

The waiter brought a pot of tea, Zheng Yandong was too lazy to struggle and said, "Give me the same one as him."

Liang Cheng asked, "Are you really a member?"

Zheng Yandong poured two cups of hot tea to drive away the cold, and instead of answering, asked, "Didn't you want me to treat you again?"

Liang Cheng's posture was still the same, the arms around his chest were smooth, his chin was slightly raised, and his whole body had an aura that made people want to complain about him severely.

He analyzed: "Your testing and identification center is at least four or ten minutes away from here, and it is under the condition of no traffic jam. It is worth running here for a meal so late?"

Zheng Yandong drank tea elegantly, turned his head to look at a corner of the lobby, and said, "This is close to the court, I'm going to do business."

The door of the general manager's office opened, and Ying Xiaoqiong took a nap at the end of the evening rush hour, and came out to patrol in a down jacket.

He walked over, squinted his peach blossom eyes sleepily, and asked, "You two have an appointment?"

Liang Cheng said, "It's the same."

When the shrimp noodles were served, Ying Xiaoqiong rudely pushed Liang Cheng into the order, sat down too, and said, "A bowl of noodles for two people who are about 1.8 meters tall? Xiaoting, add fried fish and rice with white rice."

While eating silently, Zheng Yandong's cell phone rang, and he connected and called "Team Cheng".

Liang Cheng glanced aside, Ying Xiaoqiong didn't respond, and stuffed a big mouthful of rice with the spoon.After hanging up, he said, "Cheng Huaiming?"

Zheng Yandong nodded: "They have a case for inspection. The deceased had been in the second prison for ten years, and was recently killed not long after he was released from prison."

Ying Xiaoqiong muttered: "Are you dark?"

"If I think it's bad luck, I won't be a forensic doctor." Zheng Yandong asked, "Do you think it's bad luck to be killed, or is it bad luck for me to mention the second prison?"

Liang Chengdai replied: "Equally divided."

Zheng Yandong laughed, not like the sunshine in his college days, but more calm: "It's really wicked to say it, but I'm really curious how you two met in the second prison."

This understanding refers to friendship, and even the friendship that has continued to this day. Zheng Yandong asked about it when he was traveling in Yunqi Town.At that time, Ying Xiaoqiong had fooled him, but now he put down the spoon and said, "I am five or six years older, and he respects me, so I just intend to take in a younger brother."

Zheng Yandong sneered: "You might as well say that someone coveted your beauty, and he drew his sword to help."

"You've watched too many TV shows." Ying Xiaoqiong said generously, "Even if it's the worst situation, Lao Tzu went in with a murderer, and he killed by mistake. Do I need him to save me?"

Liang Cheng whispered: "There is no need to compare this."

Zheng Yandong took the opportunity to say: "In that most place, Liang Cheng's personality should not make friends with people, especially those who have committed crimes."

Ying Xiaoqiong was not angry at all, she smiled with red lips and white teeth, and said, "Although he is cold, I am warm. My nickname is Second Prison Little Sunshine."

Hearing no serious words, Zheng Yandong took him for granted: "Aren't you a flower, you've become a little sun again?"

Ying Xiaoqiong said: "Huo Meigui, do you understand?"

After eating half a bowl of noodles, the hot air rolled up and blocked his throat, and Zheng Yandong couldn't figure out what he was obsessed with, so he took out his cigarette case, quitting for a long time and recently committed an addiction.

Smoking is not allowed in the restaurant, but Ying Xiaoqiong ignored it, waiting for the choking white mist from the burning smoke, he poised his jaw and turned his face away.

Alcohol can boost courage, nicotine can disturb people's will, Zheng Yandong stared at Ying Xiaoqiong through a mist, and immediately didn't want to continue going around in circles.

"Brother Ying." He asked, "You were wronged, right?"

Ying Xiaoqiong did not evade this time, saying: "I deliberately killed people, the case was judged, and the prison is over. This is the truth. I will not deny it, let alone regret it."

"What if the case turns out to be questionable?"

Liang Cheng frowned, his eyes were stretched without showing any traces, he took out one from Zheng Yandong's cigarette case, bit it and began to hesitantly.

Ying Xiaoqiong said: "What if there is a problem? What does it matter to you?"

Zheng Yandong said: "I want to find out."

"You fucking fart." Ying Xiaoqiong hung up the dirty words, "There are so many Siguo jailed people, why do you have to find out about me?"

Zheng Yandong calmly said, "I don't care about others."

Ying Xiaoqiong was stunned for a moment: "Who the hell doesn't care about your concern? I find it annoying. Your concern can be used as food and money?!"

Zheng Yandong said: "What if the case can be overturned?"

Ying Xiaoqiong suddenly became annoyed, and shouted: "Cheng Huaiming can't turn it over!"

Zheng Yandong's temples twitched violently, and he finally guessed the reason: "He made a promise to you as a condition for being an informant? He didn't do it, so you broke up with him."

Ying Xiaoqiong couldn't bear it anymore, got up and snatched half of the cigarette held between Zheng Yandong's fingers, crushed it on the table with her palm facing down, and cursed: "Get out!"

For a moment everything was silent, and Ying Xiaoqiong's resentful face was reflected in the leftovers at the bottom of the bowl.

After a while, he moved his hand away and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come to Seafood Club."

Zheng Yandong opened the bag, took out the disinfectant pads and band-aids that he carried with him, and risked a slap in the face, grabbed Ying Xiaoqiong's hand, and wiped the burnt mark on it.

He obviously looked calm, but anyone could see that he was giving in, and asked, "Is it true that I can't come here anymore?"

Ying Xiaoqiong's teeth were itchy, dispelling the hurtful words.He shook off Zheng Yandong, and finally strode upstairs without saying anything.

It was snowing again outside the window, Liang Cheng admired it sideways, and when he came back to his senses, he collected a piece of soot.

He put it in the ashtray, and opened his mouth as an insider: "Brother Ying's case does have problems, and what happened to him is somewhat related to what happened to me, but it involves privacy and evidence issues, so I can't disclose it without authorization."

Zheng Yandong could understand and said, "I was impulsive today, but my intuition told me that he shouldn't be a bad person."

Liang Cheng joked: "Why shouldn't it be?"

Zheng Yandong replied sourly: "You are a beautiful woman, how could you do evil?"

Liang Cheng was a little speechless, he took two red bills from his wallet and put them on the table, saying: "So you, an enthusiastic writer, keep running here just to find out about the case back then?"

"I don't think so."

"And why?"

Zheng Yandong looked at the empty stairs, smiled slyly, and replied: "I've been dragging people to death all day, and my heart is bitter. I want to come and see the eye-catching after get off work."

Liang Cheng was almost convinced by this reason.

"Don't blame me." Zheng Yandong looked innocent, "Who told him to be pretty."