hibiscus past years

There are only 5 minutes left in the shift. "Dr. Shen was quite speechless about someone who had neglected his duty because of his lust.

"immediately."

Dr. Yang was finally willing to leave Ruanrouxiang, and turned around to serve the good porridge.The porridge has a medicinal aroma and is still a little hot.He looked at the young man holding a white porcelain porridge bowl, sipping and drinking, and then went out with confidence: "Let's go, check the ward."

Shen Mujin glanced at the time, and teased: "Doctor Yang, as always, cuts shifts."

Yang Mingjie didn't return, walked a few steps and then came back, glanced around, approached him and asked him in a low voice: "You and your family, did you tell who you are with...Your brother, did you tell us about your relationship?" ?”

Yang Mingjie didn't know what happened to Shen Mujin and Gu Fengzhu, nor did he know how their present indescribable relationship was progressing, let alone where they had progressed.He just knew that they had been separated for more than a year, and he thought it was because his brother's confession collapsed and scared people away.Now that the man came back, he took it for granted that the man had figured it out and came back to spend the rest of his life with his brother.

Mentioning this Shen Mujin gave me a headache, and the twists and turns in it cannot be explained clearly in a few words.He rubbed his temples, sighed and said, "Don't ask, just focus on the one chasing you."

Yang Mingjie thought he was shy and didn't want to mention it, so he slapped him with his hand with a smile, and said, "I'm going to make it happen soon, so I'm here to take care of you. lest you think I'm the kind of person who forgets friends when he sees sex."

...he really thought so.

Seeing that he was silent, Yang Mingjie leaned over and asked him flauntingly: "Do you know what Xiao Yu'er calls me?"

Seeing his beating expression, Shen Mujin knew that he must have not held his fart well: "I know. Mr. Yang. He is even stranger than 'Dr. Yang'."

I really don't know what he can be so embarrassing about such an obvious birth title.

"Hey, you don't know that." He showed off to Shen Mujin with a happy expression, "Mr., it means husband, and Yang, it's my surname. The translation of this title is: this person surnamed Yang Your husband is my husband. How about it, sweet or not, envious or not?"

Shen Mujin almost rolled her eyes when she heard it: "I'm envious, I'm very envious. This is the first time I've heard such an explanation when I grow up so old."

"That's not true, this is the exclusive address Xiao Yu'er gave me." Yang Mingjie had a happy face, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears.

He didn't forget to show off when he got the advantage, and he would show off his title to Shen Mujin every now and then.Shen Mujin couldn't bear to puncture his sweet dreams, she gritted her teeth and endured his torment for a whole day, hearing him want to punch someone several times.If it weren't for the scruples that they were in the hospital, the two of them would have already started fighting.

It wasn't until he finally got off work that he dragged his body that had been tortured all day home, and plunged into his brother's arms, he felt that life was worthwhile.

"What's wrong?" Gu Fengzhu rubbed the spatula in one hand and rubbed his head in the other, "I'm so haggard today, what happened?"

"Yeah. It's a blow." Shen Mujin said as she hugged her arms, "I want to drink today, drink with me."

In the few days during the Chinese New Year, the second elder asked a friend to bring a jar of wine and some pickled vegetables and bacon. He ate a lot of vegetables and meat, but the wine was kept unopened.

"No, you have to go to work tomorrow." Gu Fengzhu stopped, "Wait until you are on vacation."

"Just one drink." Shen Mujin leaned on his shoulder and pulled the hem of his clothes, begging softly, "Just one drink."

"All right, all right, you go and get it." He pushed him, "Get up, the food is mushy!"

This wine was originally prepared for the Chinese New Year, and the alcohol content is not high, but because it has been stored longer than expected, the wine has a richer aroma, mellower and more delicate than before.

Shen Mujin drank in a hurry, her stamina slowly picked up, and her mind was a little dazed.

It was the first time for Gu Fengzhu to drink alcohol, and he cherished the small white porcelain cup, sipping and savoring carefully.

Shen Mujin looked at the red lip color that was attached to the cup wall, and felt her mouth dry.

"Do you want it?" Gu Fengzhu saw that he had been staring at him, glanced at his empty glass, and hid the wine jar behind him, "It's agreed, just one glass, and you can't drink more."

How could Shen Mujin hear what he said clearly.He stared at the red lips that kept opening and closing, only feeling that it was tempting every nerve of him.His voice was a little hoarse, as if drunk like alcohol: "I want to..."

He got up and wanted to go there, but was knocked down by the coffee table and fell forward, and threw himself on Gu Fengzhu who was on the sofa.

When he reacted, he had already put his hands around his shoulders, pressed his chest against his face, and curled him up in his arms like this, the tip of his nose was filled with the chilly scent of his body.

50. Borrowing wine to express feelings

◎"Brother, we should be together when we get married."◎

Neither of them moved, and there was an eerie silence.

After a while, Gu Fengzhu was a little out of breath, leaned back slightly, and raised his head to face him: "Traveled by the stool again?"

"No, it's the coffee table."

There was still alcohol in his breath, and he was obviously a little drunk.

Gu Fengzhu felt that he couldn't argue with a drunk, so he had to correct it accordingly: "Accidentally tripped over the coffee table?"

"No." He denied again, shaking his head, "It was on purpose."

After all, he raised his jaw and kissed him lightly.

"Do you know what is the name between two men?" He asked after the superficial kiss.

"I know. We call it Broken Sleeve."

Shen Mujin looked down at him, his gentle eyes reflected his perennial cold eyes.

His body and eyes often carry a faint chill, as if he was born with it, even with the indifference that is not obvious when dealing with others.It's like... never melting.

He tentatively said, "We call this homosexuality."

Gu Fengzhu didn't speak.

He was a little nervous, and fixed his eyes on him: "Do you... like this name?"

"I don't like it." He shook his head, his cold eyes reflected the gentle face of the other party, "but I like you."

He raised his head and kissed that lips again.

After the kiss, Gu Fengzhu licked his lips, smacked it, his mouth was full of alcohol.Looking at him with raised eyebrows: "Are you using wine to boost your courage?"

The spirit of the wine went down a bit, Shen Mujin regained consciousness a little, and replied: "It's through wine to express feelings."

He paused, hesitated and said, "You..."

"What?" Gu Fengzhu smiled, "Brother, you don't really think that I came back to greet your brother and friend, do you?"

"otherwise?"

"Do you remember what I told you the night I just came back?"

"You said you wouldn't go..."

"first sentence."

Shen Mujin tried her best to recall: "You called me brother."

"And then?" Gu Fengzhu looked at him and encouraged, "Then what did you say? Think about it carefully, you still agreed."

At that time, Shen Mujin was already dazzled by the joy of his younger brother's return, he nodded at everything, but he still remembered what he agreed to unknowingly.

Seeing this, Gu Fengzhu didn't force it, and said: "I said 'Brother, give me a home', remember?"

Shen Mujin seemed to have heard a few words indistinctly before, but now that it coincides with this situation, it suddenly dawned on her.

"It turns out that from the beginning you..."

"From the very beginning, I came here for you." Gu Fengzhu said.

"I finally waited for you." Shen Mujin said with a smile.

The moment you ran to me that day, I knew that my long wait was over.

The lights outside the window were dim, and the dark night sky was dotted with stars.In the silent night, some people find it difficult to fall asleep.

"gentlemen……"

In the snow-white ward, someone tossed and turned, repeating a certain title over and over again.

The screen of the lit phone showed that the mother had sent a screenshot of the chat with the father. The content was probably that the father told her a joke, and she took it to show her son to amuse himself.The joke is not new, but some changes have been made on the original basis, adding a twist to the content. It doesn't look very funny, but my mother was obviously amused and sent a series of hahaha.

Han Tianyu stared at the note on the photo for a while, then exited the interface and returned to the information box.

In the concise message box, the only person who is pinned to the top has the same note name as the mother's note to the father.A simple "Sir" is both a title and an identity.

"Sir...Mr. Yang..."

Han Tianyu stared at the note for a long time.The information box shows that the last message is that the other party said that he will bring soy milk for himself tomorrow.

After hesitating for a long time, thinking, restraining himself, his hands trembled accidentally, and he clicked into a message box that he had never noticed before.

He stared at the note for a while, clicked on the chat window, and sent the first message since adding——

Xiaoyuer: Didi, the grass sprouts quickly~

After a few minutes.

Winter Wangxia Grass: It's sprouting~ Let me see which little fish that can't sleep is looking for it?

He smiled and sat up to type.

Xiao Yu'er: It's me, it's me.The little fish is hungry and wants to eat aquatic plants~

Wintersweet: [image]

Winter Wangxia Grass: I didn’t go to the supermarket today, I only have these ingredients, see what you want to eat, and prepare it for you.

Xiao Yuer: Anything is fine, Xiao Yuer is an omnivorous eater.

Winter Wangxia Grass: Good~

Han Tianyu put down his phone and looked out of the moonlit window.

The lights of the buildings in the distance are like small warm yellow suns, shining on the body through the window glass, as if being illuminated by the sun, leaving traces of light and heat in the passing places.

He took out a fluffy flower from under the pillow, and gently placed it on the brightest part of the window sill, allowing it to be nourished by the "sunshine" and grow quickly.

He climbed onto the window sill and sat with his legs crossed, silently guarding the little flower with a smiling face.

The lights in the building went out one by one, and he moved the plush flowers.

Until the last light was extinguished, the window sill could no longer shine into the sun, and the door was knocked at the right time.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"