Fall in love again after seven days

The dishes served by the waiter are all Yu Jin's favorite dishes.

Steamed sea bass without basil and coriander, boiled shrimp, mushroom tofu soup, spicy offal hot pot.

Yu Jin's eyes inevitably brightened up.

At the same time, he was also a little hesitant, Mr. Rong... Could it be that he ordered the dishes according to his preferences?

But he has never shown picky eating, even if there are some dishes that he doesn't like, he will eat them without changing his face.

The most is to eat less.

People in the hospital should not know his preferences.

"I don't know what you like to eat."

Rong Xun picked up the rice bowl in front of Yu Jin and turned over to fill Yu Jin with rice.

He deliberately asked the waiter to put the thermos bucket at his hand, not on the turntable, but on the other side where Yu Jin couldn't reach, so that he could help Yu Jin pack the food.

He lowered his eyes, carefully pressed the rice into a semicircle in the bowl with a rice spoon, then pushed it to Yu Jin, and said softly: "So I ordered according to my preference, if you don't like it, you can add a few more dishes."

Yu Jin said his thanks and smiled: "No, I like it very much."

This is the truth.

Yu Jin doesn't like to eat meat that walks on land, and he doesn't like leafy vegetables, he even has to pick rice.

Looking at the pearl rice in his bowl, he wondered if it was a coincidence that Mr. Rong and his taste seemed to be in harmony.

Maybe they can really be friends.

Yu Jin couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth.

Apart from doctors, he has no friends.

And according to the regulations, doctors are not allowed to develop relationships other than doctor-patient with their patients, so...doctors are not considered his friends.

Yu Jin thought for a while: "Mr. Rong."

He was still going to ask him, "Then what do I need to do?"

As if amused by his question, Rong Xun laughed very lightly, his originally hoarse voice seemed to be wrapped in warm smoke: "Although I have never made friends, probably... no friend will stipulate that friends should What are we going to do?"

It seems to be true.

Yu Jin felt that he was in an embarrassment, and heard Rong Xun softly say: "You don't have to think too much, just let nature take its course."

Yu Jin nodded, thinking that Mr. Rong is really easy-going.

So he hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Mr. Rong, have I... seen you before?"

Rong Xun, who was feeding him tripe, stopped.

In order to prevent Yu Jin from noticing his strangeness, he put down his serving chopsticks, first poured himself a cup of tea, and then turned the hot pot in front of Yu Jin: "The one that was boiled before can be eaten."

Yu Jin didn't expect that he was ironing himself, so he quickly thanked him: "I'll just do it myself."

Rong Xun didn't answer this question, and only quickly adjusted his tone and demeanor in this short period of time: "It's okay, I'm more familiar with these things."

He paused, then laughed again: "Probably not, why did you suddenly ask this question?"

Yu Jin picked up the tripe and glanced at the cinnabar mole on the phalanx of Rong Xun's left middle finger.

If you want to say why, it's just because when he saw his back in the hospital, he felt a trance like deja vu.

But he had never felt this way about anyone.

Yu Jin thought maybe it was because he expected to start a story with Rong Xun from now on?

"No, I'm just asking."

Rong Xun replied lightly, so the box became quiet again.

Yu Jin concentrated on cooking, and didn't feel cramped, didn't notice anything, and didn't pay attention to the question he just asked, but Rong Xun, who picked up the teacup, began to think about it.

He unconsciously swept the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and used a cup of bitter tea to suppress the rage in his heart.

He was wondering where he had exposed his flaws just now.

Is it too enthusiastic?

Or is that set of rhetoric too far-fetched?

Gee.

He should have been a little slower, because those few unsightly things disrupted his plan.

It's still too cheap for them to be carried away and sent home for treatment.

Rong Xun narrowed his eyes, he should keep them and slowly kill this annoying time.

The meal was eaten quietly.

The main reason was that Yu Jin was so focused on cooking, and after confirming that it was the first time he met Rong Xun, he didn't know what to say.

But Yu Jin, who was concentrating on eating, didn't notice that Rong Xun's gaze was always on him.

Watching him bite the chopsticks inadvertently while eating, the silver chopsticks will make a slight sound when they collide with Yu Jin's white teeth.

Seeing him sipping soup from the bowl, his light-colored thin lips were a little red from the hot soup...

Yu Jin's hands are very beautiful.

Slender but not delicate, well-articulated and powerful.

His fingers rested on the glazed bowl, and the bright red on the mouth of the bowl brought out his pale pink fingernails and made his fingertips look whiter.

Like a well-polished jade article, people can't help but feel a little charming that they shouldn't have.

His little goldfish is perfect from hair strands to toes.

As long as he looked at Yu Jin, the dark clouds in Rong Xun's heart would clear away, but instead, a thorny thorn wrapped around his neck, making his breathing sluggish.

Especially when seeing Yu Jin being scalded to the point of exhaling hot air with the tip of his dark pink tongue, the thorn seemed to be firmly stuck into his veins, causing Rong Xun's throat to be filled with a non-existent smell of blood.

Rong Xun didn't seem to be aware of his tension, he just raised his hand and poured Yu Jin a cup of bitter tea that was already cold: "Drink it slowly."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he didn't want to look away, willing to be pricked to death by that thorn.

But his voice is still gentle: "Don't get burned."

Yu Jin thanked him, took a sip from his teacup, and the tip of his tongue, which had been scalded a little sorely, was relieved by the bitter strong tea.

He took another sip to prevent the tea from turning sour in his mouth when the bitterness reached the extreme: "Mr. Rong, you are really good at taking care of people."

Yu Jin looked at his blurred reflection in the thick tea, and couldn't help saying, "Your girlfriend must be very happy."

If Xiaomijiao is looking for a partner, he should look for someone like Rong Xun, not him.

Sweet words are of no use in practical actions.

Rong Xun chuckled, and said intentionally, "I haven't talked to anyone yet."

Yu Jin's eyes widened, as if he understood something: "Mr. Rong, are you single?"

Rong Xun said that he is 7 years older than him, which means he is 25 this year.

This appearance, this considerate personality, has never been talked about.

Then it can only be that Rong Xun himself has no idea.

"No." Rong Xun added more tea for him: "I'm still chasing him."

He said casually: "I confessed to him, but he didn't respond to me."

This kind of topic, once started, is destined to continue the conversation.

And it happened to be able to break the excessive silence between them.

Yu Jin took advantage of the situation and asked, "Why?"

Rong Xun pursed his lips, not at all sad, as if he wasn't talking about himself: "Probably because it was too sudden and he wasn't ready yet."

"But it's okay, I can wait for him."

Hearing this, Yu Jin finally turned his head to look at Rong Xun.

He can feel it.

When Rong Xun said this, the spring water in his eyes seemed to have been baked by the sun, and the warmth rippled along the ripples. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was as soft as cotton.

Mr. Rong really likes his sweetheart.

Yu Jin sighed in his heart, and at the same time sent a polite blessing: "You can wait. Mr. Rong is such a nice person, she must like you too."

But Yu Jin, who looked back too quickly, didn't see it, Rong Xun's pupils were only imprinted with him: "Yeah."

You said it yourself.

After eating, Yu Jin was sent back to the hospital by Rong Xun, and the two parted ways.

There is still time before two o'clock, Yu Jin is not in a hurry to go back to the consultation room to clock in for work, but goes to the ward to get a notebook first.

The book is half new and not old, the first few pages have been turned over many times, but the back pages are as new as a book that has just been opened.

Yu Jin didn't just use sticky notes to remind himself, he actually used a notebook to keep records.

It is because this record was started the year before last, so there are no names on it.

He didn't know the dean's name, so he only wrote the words "Dean's grandfather" on it. As for his "patients", because they didn't want to be recognized by him when they met on the road that day, so Yu Jin didn't remember them either. Their names are code names.

such as--

[Xiaomijiao: I always meet scumbags, and my parents are too strong.I like to wear skirts. 】

【Dean Grandpa: He likes to call me by my name】

【The doctor in the mobile phone: the only netizen】

……

Yu Jin didn't write anything detailed, and these short sentences would still make it impossible for him to match anyone with the code name on the book on the eighth day.

But he still wanted to write.

He wanted to at least let himself know that he, too, had met a lot of people.

If one day, on the eighth day, no one came to him or talked to him, he could open the book and tell himself that he did not finish the story in his memory alone.

Although I don't remember, he is not alone in this world.

In the notebook, the most repeated "code names" are "doctor" and "nurse".

Because he saw these people the most in the hospital, and none of them told him their names, so Yu Jin could only repeat these two words.

And he just wrote these two words without marking them behind.

Yu Jin wrote down today's date, followed by a waiter.

He originally wanted to write Rong Xun on the back of the waiter, and then make a note of sponsor, but for some reason, the tip of the pen paused for a moment.

He thought of the hand covered in the smoke he saw when looking at the ninth floor from the eighth floor, and also the way Rong Xun looked at him.

... so gentle.

Yu Jin lowered his eyes, his porcelain-white complexion was glazed with cold light under the incandescent lamp, which contrasted with his pair of emotionless red phoenix eyes, making him look like the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

Cool and remote.

Yu Jin flipped through the book page by page, taking his time.

He doesn't remember people. People who belong to the memory of the past will be erased by an eraser. They don't exist in his memory, and they will be blurred together with the voice.

But that doesn't mean he can't remember words and events.

At least as far as he could remember, no one had ever spoken to him in such an accent.

Not just a slow voice, but too much emotion.

Especially Rong Xun's eyes.

Yu Jin is a big man, he doesn't know how to study peach blossom eyes, red phoenix eyes, and can't tell them apart. He only knows that Rong Xun's eyes are very beautiful.

Smart enough to talk.

From the first meeting, he seemed to have a thousand words to say to him.

But Rong Xun said that they had never seen it.

Yu Jin suspected that he had lost his head in that gentle village and had an illusion.

So later he tried to avoid looking at Rong Xun as much as possible.

...Obviously there is someone I like, but I still look at him like that.

Yu Jin turned to the last page of the notebook, and wrote a name and a sentence stroke by stroke on the blank page.

[Rong Xun: He fouled. 】

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Cub, what he likes is you!