A little sweet text

For a moment, the surrounding is quiet.

I could only hear the clamor of my heart about to jump out and plunge into the snow.

"I don't have any friends. If you really want to count, you are the only one." On the other end of the phone, Cheng Luo continued to say, "Maybe you don't believe me, but when I met you in the emergency department, I had selfish motives. "

Of course Jing Zhuo believed it, and it was only when Cheng Luo finished speaking that he realized that he was the same too.

His tears welled up more fiercely: "You lied to me?"

"Hey, don't cry..." Cheng Luo was a little flustered when he heard the voice.

"I lied to you too." Jing Zhuo wiped his tears vigorously, and smiled, "Cheng Luo, you are the first person I met and I really like."

When he said the second half of the sentence, someone was setting off a firecracker by the garden, Cheng Luo couldn't hear it clearly: "What?!"

"I said!" Jing Zhuo covered one ear amidst the loud noise and shouted, "Your boyfriend has been freezing downstairs for a long time!"

"Here we come!" The phone was quickly hung up.

In less than a minute, Cheng Luo ran out from the entrance of the building, slipped down the steps and almost slipped.

What's the point of letting Cheng fall down and then go up with him?Jing Zhuo doesn't know.

But after all, he is a boyfriend who can make demands openly, right?

Jing Zhuo walked towards Cheng Luo who had his arms outstretched, hugged him and slapped him hard on the back.

"Is it plausible that someone would cause such harm to a new boyfriend who just got it?" Cheng Luo smiled and rubbed his face, gently wiping away the tears for him.

Jing Zhuo rubbed his palm and stared at him.

Cheng Luo also looked down at him: "Would you like to open your eyes or close them?"

"Huh?" Jing Zhuo didn't understand.

Cheng Luo smiled, squeezed his face, and slowly approached him.

Between lightning bolts!

Jing Zhuo didn't have time to close his eyes.

After doing so many times, it was the first time they kissed.

A kiss between lovers without any lust.

It's more addictive than any time you do it.

So much so that when they returned home, when the two sat on the sofa to recover, Jing Zhuo poked him again and whispered, "Kiss me again."

"I don't." Cheng Luo got up rascally and spread out on the sofa, "Why don't you kiss me?"

"...Then I kissed?" Jing Zhuo leaned over.

"Kiss anytime and anywhere you want, you don't need to ask for instructions." Cheng Luo pressed the back of his head and pressed down.

Maybe Jing Zhuo is really a bit addicted, Cheng Luo would come over to kiss him suddenly no matter what he was doing at home.

After kissing himself, he was still embarrassed, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Luo had the illusion that there were two cats at home, and this wild one looked more like a cat than the previous one.

In the afternoon of the first day of the new year, Cheng Luo was about to go back to his parents' house, and was packing his things when Jing Zhuo entered the bedroom without a sound, knelt down and kissed him, and was about to slip away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Cheng Luo stretched out his hand and dragged him back to press him onto the bed, "Isn't it unethical to run away after flirting?"

This cat was quite ferocious, and when it was held down, it reflexively swung it back, almost flying out of Cheng Luo's fan.

He covered his arms and gasped.

"Are you okay?" Jing Zhuo sat up.

Cheng Luo pushed him back again, resting his hands on his neck: "Go home tonight and have dinner together."

"I want to go too?" Jing Zhuo was stunned, it was a little strange to go to his parents' place during Chinese New Year.

"Of course." Cheng Luo kissed him on the lips, "After all, you've already called me aunt, right?"

Jing Zhuo recalled the embarrassment of that day, and now he really wants to slap him again.

It's just that he didn't have the energy to swing again, Cheng Luo's kiss changed from a small touch|touch to a deep|kiss, which made him lose|strength a little lightly.

Jing Zhuo pushed him: "I'll go clean up."

"I'll go later." Cheng Luo bit his chin, "Now you are responsible for running away after flirting."

It was already dark when we arrived at Cheng Luo's parents' house. On the first night of the first day of the new year, there were fewer people in the family, and some people from each family scattered to other people's places. Cheng Yuefeng went to the second uncle's house for dinner and was not at home.

This time Jing Zhuo came back with a different mentality than last time, he seemed to be more... more restrained, he felt guilty even looking at Cheng Luo under the noses of Liu Wan and Seventh Aunt and Eighth Aunt.

"Brother Jing!" Cheng Xinran called him softly at the door of the study.

Cheng Luo followed Jing Zhuo and was about to go in naturally, but was pushed out by her unexpectedly.

"Let me see." Cheng Luo raised her arm and looked at it, pretending to be surprised, "Is your elbow deformed?"

After closing the door, Cheng Xinran looked anxious: "Brother Jing, you two are reconciled, right?!"

"...I don't know." Jing Zhuo was helpless, "Ask your brother."

"My brother is covered in pink bubbles of love!" Cheng Xinran swung his arms and lowered his voice, "What's going on?"

"Did you write your homework for the winter vacation?" Jing Zhuo blocked her with a word, and Cheng Xinran's spirit of gossip immediately went out, and she listlessly flipped through the homework that hadn't been written yet.

On the other side, Liu Wan also lowered her voice and asked the same words: "What's the matter?"

"The situation is very good." Cheng Luo put his arms around Liu Wan's shoulders and shook, smiling uncontrollably.

"Look at you." Liu Wan slapped him and smiled.

The kitchen door was opened, and Jing Zhuo walked in: "Auntie, I'm here to help."

Cheng Yuefeng is not at home, Liu Wan's cooking skills can't support this table of dishes, she is not polite to Jing Zhuo: "Xiao Jing blanched the washed dishes over there."

Cheng Luo rolled up his sleeves: "Me too..."

"You go out." Jing Zhuo interrupted him.

Usually, when Cheng Luo wanted to trouble the kitchen, he was used to saying this, and if he didn't pay attention, he would blurt out in front of his mother.

I was a little embarrassed for a moment, and then crazily comforted myself, it was better than calling me aunt last time.

But Liu Wan didn't respond, she had the same attitude as him: "Go out, don't get in the way here."

It's not too awkward for Jing Zhuo to be alone with Liu Wan in the kitchen. The last time it was awkward was because Liu Wan didn't expect it to be Jing Zhuo. This time it's much more natural to get along with him, chatting with him about daily work and so on.

After beating for a while, Jing Zhuo wanted to help, but he was kicked out like Cheng Luo: "Go outside and play, don't make fun of either of you."

This Jing Zhuo is not convinced, and wants to give Liu Wanlu a hand.

"Big one!" Liu Wan smiled and pushed him away, "Come and get him away."

Before Jing Zhuo realized what the big thing was, Cheng Luo came over and grabbed him by the neck and took him away.

Liu Wan is also quite interesting, after getting acquainted with her, she shows genuine intimacy to the younger generation.She thought for a while: "Xiaojing belongs to two children."

"This sounds kind of silly." Cheng Luo laughed, lowered his head and asked Jing Zhuo, "Isn't it two?"

Jing Zhuo faintly heard what it meant, leaned close to Cheng Luo's ear and whispered, "Did you tell Auntie?"

Cheng Luo nodded proudly.

The relatives who came to pay New Year's greetings at night all left. The four of them plus Cheng Yuefeng who came back after ten o'clock, the five sat on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Now which channel is the rerun of the Spring Festival Gala, in fact, it is different from what I watched in the past. It is very convenient to find movies and TV shows, but my family still continues the habit of more than ten years ago. As long as the Spring Festival Gala is still overwhelmingly rerun Just follow along.

Of course, this habit is only for older people, Cheng Xinran couldn't sit still, and secretly looked for movies with her mobile phone.

"What are you doing looking at these during the Chinese New Year?" Cheng Yuefeng took a glance and knew that Cheng Xinran hadn't done a good job, "Go back to the room if you're bored."

It's getting late, Liu Wan sent Cheng Xinran to sleep: "You two go back?"

"Yeah." Cheng Luo yawned.

Before leaving, Liu Wan squeezed to the entrance, and quickly stuffed a red envelope into Jing Zhuo's coat pocket.

Jing Zhuo was a little dazed, unable to laugh or cry: "Auntie, I'm already working, so if I want to give you a red envelope, I have to give it to you."

"Hush." ​​Liu Wan pushed him away and said softly, "If you become the second child in our family, you must have a red envelope, and you will give it to me next year."

"What about me?" Cheng Luo turned around and asked, "I'm still the big guy in your family."

"Don't be shameless." Liu Wan waved at them, "Slow down on the road and let Cheng Luo drive."

Jing Zhuo couldn't tell what it was like, he was a little at a loss, and slowly felt the warmth of other people's family.

When he went to the grave in the third year of junior high school, Cheng Luo accompanied him to the cemetery. Fireworks are strictly prohibited in the cemetery now, so the two of them brought flowers there.

The grave-sweepers are relatively quiet, the cemetery is deserted and plain everywhere.

"Old lady, come to see you during the Chinese New Year." Jing Zhuo stood in front of the tomb, silent for a while, "I have nothing to say, just let you see that I am doing well, don't worry about it."

From the thirty to the third day of the new year, the snow never stopped, and Cheng Luo stood beside him holding an umbrella.

"There's someone who holds an umbrella for me." Jing Zhuo smiled, "Isn't that surprising?"

"Don't worry, section chief," Cheng Luo said, "I will support him all the time, even in wind and rain, and I will be his reliance from now on."

This relies on being solid most of the time, but can be flaky every now and then.

On the night of New Year's Eve, he came down in a hurry to look for Jing Zhuo, and came out with a thick coat over his pajamas. He didn't catch a cold all winter, because he caught cold after standing in the snow for a while.

This is a bit miserable. The annual leave is originally a full week, and the remaining half of the time can only be spent at home to recuperate.

But he didn't mind, after all, there was someone in the family who didn't really want to go out.

"Can it work?" Jing Zhuo covered him with a blanket, and sat beside him to study this miraculous formula.

Green onion tea, the kind of tea made with boiled green onions.

"It's better than ginger soup." Cheng Luo's voice was nasal and muffled as he covered himself in the blanket, "When Cheng Xinran caught a cold when she was young, my mother used to give her scallion tea with cold medicine."

"I think it's enough to have a cold spirit." Jing Zhuo opened the refrigerator and looked through it, and there happened to be some unused green onions that were put in the crisper.

"She thinks that way too." Cheng Luo smiled, "That's why green onion tea was almost lost from my family."

"It continues with you." Jing Zhuo boiled the onion in the pot, and made tea while the boiled onion water was boiling with a smell that tormented his nose.

Handing it to Cheng Luo, Cheng Luo glanced at it, suppressed a smile: "Taste it first."

"You mustn't be polite to me." Jing Zhuo was about to stuff him with green onion tea, he paused and took a sip, but his face didn't change, "It's not hot anymore, drink it."

Cheng Luo said happily: "It's not bad to have a little cold every day, I'm too good at taking care of people."

"Shut up." Jing Zhuo rubbed his hair without trembling when he caught a cold, "Drink."

Cheng Luo still didn't answer: "Take care of me again, try if I have a fever."

"We are modern people and have temperature measuring instruments." Jing Zhuo picked up the thermometer from the coffee table and introduced it grandly, "Isn't the instrument for measuring human body temperature amazing?"

"It's boring, Shao." Cheng Luo arched into the blanket, "Then do all human beings have Jingzhuo when they catch a cold?"

Talking nonsense, he could go on and on until the scallion tea cools down, Jing Zhuo held him down domineeringly, and leaned over to press his forehead.

Cheng Luo closed his eyes, as if someone wanted to kiss him.

After a long time, Jing Zhuo let go of him: "It's really warm."

"Do you still remember?" Cheng Luo was stunned when he heard this somewhat familiar sentence: "Tell me, did you miss me at that time?"

"Don't you still remember." Jing Zhuo smiled, "Just be so narrow-minded, I'm too careful to let you slip away."

"Hey!" Cheng Luo hesitated, sat up and looked at him, "The level of love talk has improved by leaps and bounds?"

"I'll tell you something after drinking this." Jing Zhuo said.

Cheng Luo picked up the heirloom green onion tea, frowned after smelling it, took a sip of the cup and almost flew out.

The little cup was frightened all day long and was about to suffer from a nervous breakdown.

"...Forget it." Cheng Luo put down his glass, "I can listen to it another day."

"You can't drink it if you lose your sense of taste?" Jing Zhuo laughed.

"This taste can open up the sense of taste." Cheng Luo frowned for a while, then raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Jing Zhuo gave a perfunctory thumbs up, and turned around to go back to the kitchen to wash the cup ten or eight times.

As soon as he got up, Cheng Luo held his hand: "Speak."

"What did you say?" Jing Zhuo was stunned before he remembered, and began to pretend to be stupid.

As far as playing rogue, it's definitely not going to happen. Cheng Luo dragged him back to the sofa and hugged him no longer: "I won't let you go if I don't say anything."

"It's exhausting." Jing Zhuo simply didn't move, letting him hug him.

Learned this is.Cheng Luo was hoarse for two seconds, and then heard Jing Zhuo say: "Anyway... Anyway, it will take a long time."

"I don't understand." Cheng Luo smiled, "How long is a long time?"

Jing Zhuo scratched the back of his hand and whispered, "Indefinitely."

After the annual vacation, it was quite busy for a while when the class started. Jing Zhuo was busy with school, but it was a little better. Except for the one-three-five meeting, he was able to get off work on time. Cheng Luo was in the hospital as if he didn’t come back until nine o’clock in the evening. Easy to get off work before eight o'clock, a call was called back.

Fortunately, the time is synchronized in the morning. Except for special circumstances, Cheng Luo's electric car has to be rushed to the hospital immediately, and it has been banned by Jing Zhuo.

After sending Jing Zhuo to work in the morning before going to the hospital, An Wei asked him in amazement after a week, "Why didn't you come here by electric bike?"

"It's too dangerous to lead people." Cheng Luo took out a pen from his coat pocket, and waved it in front of the person who had no one to give the pen to.

"Oh..." It took Anwei a while to realize, "Who are you taking?!"

Cheng Luo lowered his head and wrote the medical records, only smiling but not speaking.

"Traitor!" An Wei covered his heart and yelled loudly into the office, "There is a traitor in our department! Cheng has left the order!"

"Ah?!" A group of intern girls who were writing a report looked over immediately, their voices full of disappointment.

An Wei smacked his mouth: "The garden grass will also be harvested one day...Who is it?"

"Who is who?"

"Doctor or nurse?"

"Tell me, Doctor Cheng, we are so curious!"

"Which department?"

"It's not from our hospital!"

Amidst the chattering, Cheng Luo looked up at the door: "Director."

All the people shut their mouths instantly, bowed their heads and went about their various tasks.

There was no movement in the office for a long time, and when he realized it, Cheng Luo had already walked away quickly with a smile.

There was no surgery today, and it was tiring to run through the wards all day long. After get off work, I had meetings until after eight o'clock. When I got home at night, the elevator just dinged and the door opened a crack.

There was no one behind the sewing, and there was no movement.

Cheng Luo walked over lightly, cleared his throat: "It's late at night, is someone here waiting for her boyfriend to come home?"

Jing Zhuo flashed out from behind the door, raised his head and touched the tip of his nose with him, and kissed him again, feeling that it was not enough, he had waited for a long time: "Kiss me."

Cheng Luo leaned back.

Jing Zhuo didn't directly attack violently, but leaned forward following him.

There was always a little distance between their lips, Cheng Luo raised his eyebrows, and there was no end to them.

"No kiss?" Jing Zhuo turned around, "Let's go."

In the next second, Cheng Luo pressed his shoulder and kissed him.

It was a long kiss, he didn't know how long it was, but he couldn't breathe in the end anyway.

"Don't wait for me at the door next time." Cheng Luo wiped his lower lip.

"No." Jing Zhuo insisted.

In fact, I came back from get off work and wandered by the door playing with my mobile phone after preparing for class.

Cheng Luo didn't speak, and dragged him to the opposite door, grabbing his hand to record fingerprints.

"Come live with me." Cheng Luo said after the "Recording successful" prompt.

"En." Jing Zhuo nodded.

"Actually, there are disadvantages to living in the opposite door." Cheng Luo smiled, "If there is a quarrel someday, it will be too easy for you to run away from home."

Jing Zhuo went back to pack his things, and after packing for a long time, he dragged out two large suitcases.

Cheng Luo was stunned for a moment: "Clean up slowly, go back and get something if you forget something."

"Take it all at once." Jing Zhuo said, "So you don't always feel that I have to run away at any time."

"You just run away easily." Cheng Luo hugged him from behind and bit his ear, "Will you still run in the future?"

"Don't run away." Jing Zhuo smiled, "Stay here."

Unlike a couple who hold hands, hug, kiss and go to bed, they have done everything they need to do and get to know each other too well. After not being together for a long time, they already feel like an old couple, surprisingly harmonious.

But there is still no common language when it comes to watching bedtime videos.

Jing Zhuo looked at the tense and weird scene while listening to Cheng Luo behind him watching Tian Shilong's earthy laughter from time to time, and felt that he was about to split his mind.

After Cheng Luo put down his phone, he turned over and hugged him from behind, probably because Brother Long was so emboldened by watching the society, he even proposed to watch it with him.

Jing Zhuo quickly locked the phone: "I've finished watching, go to bed."

Cheng Luo put his arm around him without saying a word, touched the phone with the other hand, poked it twice and showed it to him.

It was the chat page with Cheng Xinran, and Cheng Luo asked her to push some horror movies over.

Cheng Xinran clicked through five or six of them, occupying the entire screen.

Some of them were seen by Jing Zhuo, he picked one at random and opened it.

Cheng Luo seemed to be in good spirits, and quickly set up the pillow and put the phone on it.

"It's great to watch on a tablet, but it's a waste of time on a mobile phone." Jing Zhuo said to get out of bed.

"Farewell." Cheng Luo pushed him back, "Xiaoping... that's fine."

For the next hour or so, Jing Zhuo was hugged by him like a big pillow and a plush toy. If something scary happened, he would be hugged tightly. touch there.

Although I have experienced the feeling of a plush toy, I have to say that this kind of winter vacation is quite enjoyable to curl up in bed with Cheng Luo and watch horror movies.

After so many years of one person's small pastimes, another person suddenly joined in. It feels completely different from the past, or the focus is not on movies.

When the movie ended, Cheng Luo let him go, Jing Zhuo moved and rolled over on the bed, his arms were numb.

"Another one?" Cheng Luo unexpectedly handed him the phone, "Choice."

"Tomorrow, I'm sleepy." Jing Zhuo took it over and pulled it, and when he exited, he saw his avatar in the chat box.

Remarks are unmistakably "spoon".

"Change the note." Jing Zhuo said.

"Change." Cheng Luo stretched out his arm from behind him, leaned very close, clicked on the note, and then handed over the right to change the name to Jing Zhuo.

Jing Zhuo hesitated for a while, and changed his name.

Cheng Luo sighed, kissed the top of his hair, and rested his chin on the top of his head: "Spoon, you don't even bring such notes for Weishang."

Jing Zhuo remembered Tian Shilong's A Doraemon, and added an A in front of his own name.

Cheng Luo took the phone and poked it a few times: "How about this?"

A baby spoon [cat/emoji].

What kind of monstrosity is this name?

The two had fun for a while, and Cheng Luo took his mobile phone curiously: "What did you note to me?"

"Pao." Jing Zhuo said, "You change it too."

"It's so ruthless." Cheng Luo snorted.

Then his hand hangs over the screen and doesn't move.

"I'll teach you, baby A is a dog." Jing Zhuo couldn't help laughing.

Cheng Luo thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable one, Jing Zhuo reached out and changed it to "Cheng Luo".

"Am I a wechat businessman who doesn't deserve to be on the top of the address book?" Cheng Luo was very distressed.

"That's it." Jing Zhuo put down the phone, "The name is very good, and it's usually called like that."

"Then I can also call the notes, right?" Cheng Luo rubbed his chin on his head, "Baby?"

Jing Zhuo slipped under the quilt all of a sudden, covered his head, his face was a little burned, and he really wanted to laugh.

"Baby, baby, baby." Cheng Luo owed him, poking a pile of quilt and calling him all the time.

The magic sound pierced his ears, Jing Zhuo lifted the quilt, grabbed his neck and directly blocked his mouth.

Cheng Luo succeeded, holding him by the back of his head and slowly bringing him down.

Kissing is a comfortable and magical thing, when the two are slightly separated, they both gasp a little.

Jing Zhuo was about to turn off the light, but was grabbed by Cheng Luo and held down.

He also squeezed his left ring finger in a vague way, comparing it with his own, Jing Zhuo's is slender.

Facing each other with the lights on, Jing Zhuo was a little embarrassed and turned his face to one side.

Cheng Luoya | On top of him, kissed lightly at the corner of his eyes: "Baby, look at me."

[Ding, make up time by yourself]

The post exchange is due in March. I don’t know from whom the students in the class heard the news. When Jing Zhuo went to go to the morning reading early in the morning, dozens of people had books spread out on the desks. Those who hadn’t memorized were eager for it. with him.

"...What's the matter?" Jing Zhuo was startled, checked himself up and down, he was fully dressed, but Cheng Luo's clothes showed no traces... nothing wrong?

"Bow your head and recite your words, you can pass the exam, right?"

The squad leader spoke first: "Teacher, when will you teach us?"

Jing Zhuo didn't expect the kids in the class to ask this question.In private, he often finds students to have targeted conversations and home visits. He knows each student well, and rarely lectures people in class. On the surface, he is a ruthless teaching machine.

The students in this class were obviously very reluctant to part with this ruthless teaching machine, and they all blinked and watched him wait for the official answer.

Jing Zhuo himself can't say it well, just now he found a suitable person and a suitable living condition here, but he has no plans to leave immediately: "Besides, I won't be able to leave for a while."

Pairs of eyes under the podium still didn't let him go, as if they were not satisfied with the answer.

"Go to the corridor back without waking up." Jing Zhuo knocked on the podium, waved his hand, "Speak out."

The humming of reciting books gradually sounded in the classroom.

Jing Zhuo wandered around the classroom as usual, many of the students in this group were disobedient with Cheng Xinran at the beginning, but in fact, they chatted more in private, and they all liked Jing Zhuo's combination of soft and hard.

Jing Zhuo, who should be in charge and should not be in charge, never talks too much, don't violate school rules when it comes to grades, and other things like nail painting, ordering takeaway to go to the school supermarket, he never makes fun of these stacked calendars.

Half-year-old children at this age are like this. The more they manage, the more rebellious they become. As young teachers, they can be one step closer to them conceptually.

Just as I was thinking about getting out of the classroom, I happened to meet Teacher Wu standing at the door.

"Student is reluctant to let you go?" Teacher Wu patted his shoulder with a smile on his half-bald head.

"I want to change the head teacher quickly." Jing Zhuo smiled.

Teacher Wu lowered his voice: "What do you think?"

"Not yet." Jing Zhuo said.

In fact, working in the No. [-] Middle School, no matter how busy you are, is more leisurely than experimenting. The winter and summer vacations are not compressed, and self-study in the morning and evening is also a normal time.

In the past six months in the county, I have met all kinds of people and experienced a life that is different from that in the city.From the authentic vegetable market to the new residence in the development zone, the atmosphere of fireworks has already penetrated into the three meals and one night, and the life here can make him feel more at ease.

What's more, he really has nothing to worry about in the city. Living alone, studying and working, his whole body is a little numb.

"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Luo took time to go downstairs with him for a walk at night. There were not many people on the street, and occasionally a group of old men and women in red clothes would go out and walk away.

"Would you like to go back to the experiment or not." Jing Zhuo supported him on the shoulders and walked up the curb, "It's not difficult to stay here according to the wishes of colleagues."

"It's definitely not difficult. There is a teacher from a key high school who definitely wants to stay." Cheng Luo grabbed Jing Zhuo's arm to help him stabilize his center of gravity, "I won't pick you up if you fall."

"Reminiscing about the frightening night when Lu Yazi's racing driver overturned his car." Jing Zhuo smiled, and suddenly let go of his hand and swayed to the side.

"Hey!" Cheng Luo quickly caught it, and immediately fell into his arms.

"Look, why don't you pick it up now?" Jing Zhuo glanced around, there were people running and walking at night, no one paid attention to them under the shadow of the tree, turned his head and quickly kissed Cheng Luo's cheek.

Cheng Luo hugged him hard: "If I didn't ride the electric bike that night, wouldn't I be unable to catch you now?"

"But I still need a home visit." Jing Zhuo said softly, "It should have been a phone call in the first place. At that time, I complained a lot in my heart. Why are the parents so busy, why are they so busy."

"You've been complaining a lot now." When the two continued to walk forward, Cheng Luo grabbed his hand, and the two of them hid under the continuous shadow of the trees, "Then what if you're not teaching Cheng Xinran's class?"

"The old lady is going to be hospitalized." Jing Zhuo continued to speak for him, "If you are not her attending doctor, there will be a neighbor next door who will be her."

"Yeah." Cheng Luo kept smiling, and turned to look at him, "Anyway, I can't escape even if I go around and around."

"So I have no choice but to obey." Jing Zhuo squeezed his hand, paused for a while, squinted his eyes to look at the street lights in the distance, "I don't want to go back to the experiment, it's very good here, there is a kind of experience from the past 20 years... …the feeling of breaking free."

"What have you been trapped in before?" Cheng Luo asked.

"The usual and numb loneliness." Jing Zhuo said, "I always thought I was used to it, but now I know that reconciliation is impossible. I am an ordinary person, and I even reject loneliness more than other ordinary people."

"It's the same everywhere, and I won't be lonely in the future." Cheng Luo said, "If you want to go back, you can go back, let people see, hey, Mr. Jing is very good, and he went to the sixth middle school for a semester and brought a date back."

Jing Zhuo smiled: "It's better to jump out and say goodbye there."

He remembered that the old lady insisted on staying here before, and he didn't understand at that time, but now he also has this emotional sense of belonging.

In the past, his definition of "home" was only the house he lived in. Now he knows that there are people thinking about this house, the lights are always on, and there is unexpected warmth. This is the shore where his little lonely boat should berth.

The next day, he mentioned this intention to Mr. Wu, and in the afternoon he was called by the principal, and without a word, he would give it to the second deputy director of the high school.

There are very few people who become deputy department directors at this age, and the regular high-quality teachers from the early years of the Sixth Middle School are all there, but they lack some fresh blood.

It was April when the transfer was completely completed. When I told the students that I would take them to graduation, the whole class was in a state of excitement. , Let him take his homework to the office alone after class.

Amidst the laughter, Huang Chengzhi turned his head and asked Cheng Xinran, "Why didn't you respond?"

"Because I have the ability to predict the future, I knew it last month." Cheng Xinran raised her eyebrows mysteriously, and Huang Chengzhi's admiration for her instantly rose a notch.

She took out her mobile phone from the table hole, quietly took a picture of Jing Zhuo standing on the podium, and sent it to Cheng Luo.

-Ding!The frontline reporter shares with you a work photo of my sister-in-law

Cheng Luo had just finished a minimally invasive machine and was washing his hands. An Wei heard his phone vibrate, and bent over to the table to take a look: "Your sister is looking for you."

"Tell her not to play with her mobile phone in class." Cheng Luo turned around and said.

An Wei clicked on the news, and saw this line of words and this photo from Cheng Xinran.

The young man in the photo looked very familiar. I saw him next to Cheng Luo every day at work last year, and I recognized him immediately.

But following the content of the message below...

An Wei stared at the chat page for a long time in bewilderment, then straightened up suddenly.

Seems to know something amazing.

The colleagues in the department have been working together for several years. An Wei and Cheng Luo came at the same time. It is true that they are hurt by him every day. It is true that the relationship is very good.

But this incident really shocked a young man like An Wei, who dedicated himself to the hospital and only browsed the browser for information.

Cheng Luo!Brother Cheng!Dr. Cheng of our hospital!It turned out to be gay!

There seems to be a more foreign term for homosexuality. An Wei couldn't remember what it was for a long time, and he didn't know whether to pretend not to see it or ask Cheng Luo tactfully.

But it's impossible to pretend he didn't see it, after all the news helped him go back.

Anwei has been in the midst of a huge collapse of worldview this week, and he doesn't feel disgusted or disgusted, but simply shocked.

The gay man was beside him.

On the surface, it was still the same as before, we went round the wards and squatted in the duty room together until Cheng Luo's birthday.

Doctors don't have any birthdays to celebrate. They usually jump up when they hear the sound of an ambulance in the middle of the night when they are off duty. Everyone in the department has different vacation time. The whole room is full of spinning tops.

On his birthday, An Wei just happened to be off work. An Wei changed shifts with him. When he was about to leave work, he finally couldn't help asking: "Did someone give you a birthday this year?"

"Yeah." Cheng Luo looked happy, and he came out of the dressing room with a smile on his lips.

An Wei almost asked "male and female", but he restrained himself and asked tentatively, "Who the hell can make you work hard after get off work?"

Cheng Luo smiled calmly: "Haven't you seen the photos, it's him, who was in bed with Section Chief Huang before."

"Really...?!" An Wei's eyeballs were about to pop out, but Cheng Luo didn't expect Cheng Luo to say it so openly, so he quickly lowered his voice, "Hush down, don't let anyone hear you."

Cheng Luo still smiled, exuding that unexpected sour smell of love with my partner, you've seen him.

"Are you going to kill me?" An Wei encountered a gay man by my side for the first time, and didn't know how serious the consequences would be if he was forced to come out to his colleagues. .”

Cheng Luo patted him, and he was very pleased with An Wei's acceptance.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard An Wei cautiously ask again: "Um... who are you... then, you'll get a score...?"

"Where is the scalpel?" Cheng Luo glanced at him.

"Pretend I didn't ask!" An Wei hurriedly put away his overflowing curiosity, "Happy birthday, happy birthday!"

This year's birthday schedule is indeed very happy, although it is his 30th birthday that he does not want to accept.

An old man in his thirties, he even spent a whole day celebrating his birthday. From the time he got off work to the time he came home, he never let go of the smile on his lips.

He didn't take off his coat as soon as he entered the house: "Spoon?"

No one should.

Cheng Luo paused, then walked into the bedroom: "Honey?"

I checked all the corners of the house, Jing Zhuo was indeed not at home.

Working overtime for a meeting?Still out for a walk?

The little joy in the old man's heart of celebrating his birthday with his partner faded a lot in an instant.

He sent Jing Zhuo an aggrieved expression, but no one replied for a long time.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Cheng Luo couldn't hold his breath this time, and made a call directly.

The sound of the phone vibrating came from the bedroom, Cheng Luo was taken aback, and took the phone away from his face.

Cheng Luo was even more puzzled when his mobile phone was away from his family. He sat on the sofa and waited for a while, looking at his watch.

When I saw it for the fifth time, I finally couldn't sit still. When I walked to the door and just opened the door, I was startled by a huge box.

"Ah!" The box seemed to be quite frightened, trembling, and let out an exclamation.

"What are you doing here?" Cheng Luo took over the big box that Jing Zhuo was holding and moved it into the house, it seemed that 30 years old might be a bit old, and he almost stomped down.

Jing Zhuo walked in shaking his sore hands: "Isn't this for someone who's [-]'s birthday?"

"It's alright, young man." Cheng Luo smiled, "Thirty can also make you unable to get out of bed tomorrow."

"Who is this?" Although Jing Zhuo said so, he patted his lower back in a very double standard, "How old are you, it's okay to be idle and have nothing to say."

"Why don't I go home and drive with you." Cheng Luo turned around and hugged him, pinching the tip of his nose, "How are you going tonight?"

"Isn't it your birthday? Why ask me?" Jing Zhuo felt his experience pinched by the tip of his nose, and stuck out his tongue to touch his hand.

I don't know if Cheng Luo's hand was too cold, as if he licked something cold.

"What kind of puppy is this?" Cheng Luo was amused by his reaction, picked up his face and rubbed his face, "Listen to you."

"I can't think of it." Jing Zhuo said, "I've been thinking about it for more than a week. It's too boring to have a meal and a date at home and live a two-person world at home."

"How innovative is it? It's not the National Youth Innovation Competition." Cheng Luo said with a smile.

Jing Zhuo felt a shallow scar on his back, uneven, from shoulder blade to waist.

He is a serious doctor, but those who don't know think that he was in the underworld before.

Every time he encountered or saw this scar, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which was sore and warm, and even more distressing.

He held down Cheng Luo's hand that was fumbling with his face: "Actually, it's all the same, I've been with you."

"Aren't you happy?" Cheng Luo deliberately teased him.

"If you don't like it, you have to live it." Jing Zhuo turned his head slightly, and paused, "Anyway, I have to... live a lifetime."

"What?" Cheng Luo was taken aback exaggeratedly, lowered his head and put his ears close, "I didn't hear