The Boyfriend Return Policy

Xiaobing: "Can... can you give me his phone number?"

Xu Du: "Okay, I'll send it to you later, don't worry, I will call him, he is a nice guy, no one is easier to get along with than him, don't be afraid."

Xiaobing: "...OK, thank you."

Xiaobing followed what Xu Du said, and arrived at the hospital gate anxiously. The only person who came down was a female nurse. She walked towards Xiaobing: "Are you Xiaobing?"

Xiaobing carried a bag, wore a plaid shirt, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Hearing this, he tugged on the strap of the backpack and nodded wildly.

Xiao He looked at him up and down: "It's really what Dr. Xu said."

"Don't worry." Xiao He, who was quite natural and familiar, slapped the shy and introverted man on the shoulder, causing the man to bear the burden that his life could not bear, "We don't eat people, and Lao Du is still seeing a doctor , come up with me, anyway, you are also an experience, and you can also see it in the face-to-face consultation."

Xiaobing is not used to following behind Xiao He.

Xiao He turned his head: "Tsk, why do you keep walking behind people?"

Xiaobing: "I'm used to it."

Little He pulled him over, slapped him on the back, and almost took a picture of Xiaobing's breakfast: "Manly man, keep your chest up and your head up, are you afraid?"

Xiaobing nodded.

Xiao He was surprised: "I'm afraid you have been my male god's assistant for so long?"

When Xiaobing heard it, she was even more surprised than her: "You know me?"

Xiao He rolled his big eyes: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Every time you take a picture, don't you stick to the male god's back? Tsk, you must have never seen it..."

As he spoke, Xiao He took out his cell phone, and took a vigilant look to see if there were any head nurses and other people in the radius. Where's your male god's CP?"

Xiaobing's jaw almost dropped in surprise!

Xiao He: "In the first few years, everyone said that you were stupid, and there was no assistant who was always behind the star and was protected by the star. Later, everyone thought that this was probably the love story between the little milk dog and the little wolf dog, and they thought you were not bad. La!"

Xiaobing dare not...

After finishing the work, Xiao He patted him on the shoulder: "Sao Nian! Be confident! You can lead us to the screenwriter of wealth!"

Xiaobing couldn't laugh or cry.

When Xiao Bing was brought into the consultation room by Xiao He, Du Zhilin was still seeing patients, and he was watching from the side, occasionally using his mobile phone to memorize the doctor's tone of voice and idiomatic expressions.

After the patient was sent away, Du Zhilin got up and smiled gently at Xiaobing: "You are Xiaobing, right? Hello, my name is Du."

Xiaobing quickly reached out to shake his hand: "Hello, Dr. Du."

Du Zhilin: "Don't be nervous, let's sit down and talk."

Xiaobing nodded.

Du Zhilin: "Dr. Xu has told me everything, but our department is anorectal, and what you want to know is orthopedics. So, follow me today, and I will take you to understand the hospital's system and situation. .”

Xiaobing continued to nod.

Du Zhilin: "Then tomorrow, I will arrange for you to talk to Dr. Wang in the orthopedics department. Don't worry, Dr. Wang is very easy to talk to. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. If you have any questions in the hospital, you can help me." Find Xinran."

Xiao He frantically raised his hand: "Me, me, me!"

Du Zhilin smiled at his girlfriend, and waved his hand comfortingly: "When you are resting or you want to write...a script, you can come to me, that table..."

Du Zhilin pointed to the office opposite: "It belongs to Dr. Xu, you can stay there, and there is a folding bed inside, you can use it, so, it's almost time, let's take you to have lunch first, just in time Visit the cafeteria."

Xiao Bing nodded, and then watched him take off his white coat and hang it up. Xiao He quickly stuck to it, holding Du Zhilin's arm: "I'm starving to death, can I finally eat?"

Du Zhilin: "Did you not eat the cut fruit?"

Xiao He: "Too busy! No time to eat!"

The two looked like a couple, Xiaobing blushed secretly.

Xiaobing spent the next week in the hospital. Although Zhou Jixing said that he was only given one week, which seemed urgent, no one urged him during these seven days.

After seven days, it became slow, and all the patients in the orthopedics department knew that there was a little attendant wearing glasses behind Dr. Wang.

Dr. Wang also teased: "It's a shy little follower."

At the end of the seven days, Xiaobing’s first draft was only a little bit short. As he was about to finish it, he became more and more nervous. He felt that every word was wrong and wanted to change it. When he was nervous, he thought of how important this script was to Brother Xing , if Brother Xing really fails to make a comeback this time, then there will be no chance in the future...

Xiaobing remembered Zhou Jixing's confidence and affirmation to him that day in the cafe, and her typing hands gradually curled up.

"Mr. Xiaobing~"

Dr. Wang always called him from far away.

He opened the door and came in, seeing Mr. Xiaobing listless, like a dried up cabbage, Dr. Wang was puzzled, then raised his hand and rubbed his head twice: "What's wrong? like a cabbage? Huh?"

Xiaobaicai was so worried that her hair fell out in handfuls, as if she had seen his elder brother go to the street to beg for bowls because of him.

Seeing that he was so anxious, Dr. Wang suggested that he should let it go if he couldn’t finish it. Xiaobing pulled out his hair: “No, it’s due soon.”

Dr. Wang: "It's just the first draft. Don't be so nervous. How about it? It's not convenient for you to show me. You can send the written package to Dr. Xu and show him. It will be clear to the onlookers. Maybe others can understand it."

Xiaobing suddenly realized, and got up in a hurry and bumped into the bed frame. Dr. Wang helped him up: "Oh, don't worry, Dr. Xu is right there, and he can't run away."

Xiaobing quickly bowed three times: "Thank you, Dr. Wang, thank you!"

Seeing him running out in a hurry, Dr. Wang shook his head helplessly, young man.

Xiaobing ran out, only to realize that he didn't need to run at all, and Xu Du was not in City D, so the most he could do was give him a call.

Although Dr. Xu has some kind of relationship with his brother Xing, Xiaobing really doesn't have a deep relationship with him. He ran out in a hurry before, but now that he has the phone, he is hesitant.

Holding his mobile phone, Xiaobing walked up and down the corridor, from one end to another, from the bright window to the corner surrounded by old walls, and before he knew it, he had already reached the corner at the end of the corridor. Beside the big red trash can.

"Nurse! The medicine has been changed!!"

"Nurse! The medicine for bed 24 is gone!"

"coming!!"

……

Xiaobing hesitated, turned his head slowly, and saw a small ward in the old hospital where the floor tiles could no longer be seen in any color. In it, there were three iron frame beds placed horizontally and vertically, with rust spots on them. , the floor is dark and damp, as if the end of the corridor is covered with dirty iron nets, and the atmosphere is heavy.

At that moment, he seemed to know what he was going to write.

Any work, from the famous novels for the Nobel Prize in Literature to the cheap and shameless online novels, if the author has nothing to express, then it may not be alive, at least in front of the author’s eyes, they are alive of.

.........

The week is over, Fang Wenbing is nervously holding the computer, the address that he was told last week, the taxi can't arrive, Fang Wenbing is holding the computer, wandering around in the alley for more than half an hour before looking at an ancient building with high stairs. building.

"That's it..." Fang Wenbing muttered softly, stepping on the stairs, his eyes looked around, the flowering period has come, it is the season when the wisteria flowers are in full bloom, a large bunch of wisteria flowers are climbing on the wall Upstairs, open towards the sun.

Fang Wenbing walked to the last staircase, looked up at the plaque hanging on it, and realized that it was a shop: "Knowing the enemy..."

"coming."

Someone came out from inside, Fang Wenbing stood up instantly: "Brother Xing..."

Zhou Jixing stood at the door, stepping on the projection of the wisteria flowers lying on the ground. He folded his arms and looked at Fang Wenbing with his eyes. He had a plaid shirt and glasses. Zhou Jixing gave him five years In time, he went around and went back to the little screenwriter who ran around with his computer in his arms.

Fang Wenbing was a little embarrassed by Zhou Jixing, he raised his hand and scratched his nose: "Brother Xing..."

"Very good." Zhou Jixing turned around and walked in leisurely, as a guide to his designated screenwriter, "Come in."

I don’t know if it’s Fang Wenbing’s illusion. He always feels that Zhou Jixing has changed a lot... He has been with Zhou Jixing for too many years. Generally, no one would dare to provoke him. Even Li Cheng would try his best to give way to the little princess if it was not a matter of principle.

Now... Fang Wenbing looked at Zhou Jixing's back, he didn't know what to say, no matter how many words he typed on the keyboard with his hands during this time, it was difficult to describe the changes in Zhou Jixing, it was not only When my temper got better, I felt... I felt that my whole person was different.

"What are you still doing there?"

Zhou Jixing turned around and raised his eyebrows.

Fang Wenbing reacted in such a raised eyebrow, he hastily followed: "Ah...here we come!"

When Fang Wenbing walked inside, he realized that the store was bigger than he had imagined. The two-meter-high bookshelves were like a library, and the rows were exhausted. Outside of store opening status.

Fang Wenbing followed Zhou Jixing inside, and the aroma of the book made him feel like he was back in the days of final review: "Brother Xing, where are we going?"

"Ah..." As if Zhou Jixing suddenly remembered this, he turned around, with his fingers hanging in the air, thinking for a second, and then said: "You wait here."

Zhou Jixing pointed at a random location: "You go to the meeting first, I will find someone, and I don't know where I huddled in a corner and took a nap."

Fang Wenbing: "What..."

Fang Wenbing's Erkang hand did not succeed in saving Zhou Jixing. Under Xu Du and his master's temperament, Comrade Zhou Jixing has let himself go more and more, and his personality is in jeopardy.

Fang Wenbing watched Zhou Jixing go upstairs, sighed slowly and helplessly, he shook his head to himself, and then went to wait for the place Zhou Jixing pointed to just now with the computer in his arms.

Fang Wenbing couldn't help wandering around places he didn't know well. He touched the chair with his butt, and he didn't move.

He sat there for a while, didn't even open his computer bag, just hugged it, like some big baby.

Suddenly, a person walked in from the door of the study. He was still holding a suitcase in his hand. He was dusty and looked like he had just returned from a trip.

Fang Wenbing's heart skipped a beat, thinking whether this was a book seller or a hotel, this doubt completely disappeared when the person approached until he saw the other person's face clearly, replaced by unconcealable surprise.

The other party looked at him, and was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect that there was someone else in this overly cold bookstore.

Yao He stared at Fang Wenbing's face for a while, and then remembered, he smiled politely and kindly: "You are the assistant of a few lines, right? Remember me? You gave me plaster?"

Fang Wenbing nodded dumbly. From the moment he saw Yao He's face clearly, he recognized him. He was just surprised why Yao He was here, in such a remote place, and he was carrying a suitcase. It's not as simple as passing by casually: "I..."

"Yao He, you are back."

While talking, Zhou Jixing walked down the stairs, with his leather boots on the wooden stairs, one hand on the handrail, his eyebrows raised so high, and he looked a little youthful.

Hearing this, Yao He turned sideways in the direction of Zhou Jixing: "Just arrived, where is your master?"

Zhou Jixing pointed to the elevator next to him, and then the elevator beeped, as if it was falling steadily, and then the dark elevator door slowly opened, and Ye Zhibi made his grand entrance in slow motion like the protagonist of a movie.

Fang Wenbing was so surprised that his mouth opened enough to stuff an egg!

Except for the new generation, there may be no one who doesn't know Ye Zhibi!Who knew I would meet seniors here! !

Compared to Fang Wenbing's surprise, Ye Zhibi was still as indifferent as ever. Sometimes he really didn't know whether he cared about his legs or didn't care at all.

Say you don't care, for so many years, he never left here, say you care, no matter who comes, the most calm must be himself, no matter what kind of eyes others look at him, Ye Zhibi always maintains a natural The aura of the king - I am the protagonist, and it is only natural to look at me.

"You are the screenwriter?"

Ye Zhibi pushed the wheelchair, came over, took a look at Fang Wenbing, Fang Wenbing nodded hurriedly, afraid that Ye Zhibi would be dissatisfied with him, and did not dare to deliberately look at Ye Zhibi's legs, for fear that people would think he was impolite : "I am, senior."

"Yeah." Ye Zhibi never needed anyone to push his wheelchair. He walked to the table, turned his face, glanced at Yao He who had rushed back, and said, "Go and clean up first."

Yao He: "Okay, I'll go to sleep first."

After Ye Zhibi finished speaking, he turned his head again.

Fang Wenbing stood by the side, he was singing uneasy, thinking what is the situation now, put it in the TV series, he should know so many things that he shouldn't know, the next episode... no, this episode is the gist Bento.