Passionate to know

"Ka Ka Ka, Ka Ka Ka"

A burst of mobile phone shooting interrupted the atmosphere in the ward.

"Tsk tsk, I caught up with the live broadcast. It's an indescribable scene." The man with the mobile phone stood at the door and smiled maliciously.

Taking advantage of Song Zhiyang's distraction, An Zhi kicked Song Zhiyang off with a knee and a push with both hands.

"Hahaha, Song Zhiyang, you also have today." The man laughed unceremoniously.

Song Zhiyang felt the pain, and gritted his teeth and looked at the person who came: "Xiao Yu, did you go to the wrong ward?"

"Fortunately, I went wrong, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see such a precious picture." Xiao Yu raised his phone triumphantly.

"deleted."

"No."

"I'll buy it from you."

"No."

"Change with you."

"No."

"Videos of you getting drunk and dancing."

"..."

"Do you want it?" Song Zhiyang was confident.

"Do you know what a human face and animal heart are? Go look in the mirror!!"

"In a word, change it or not?" Song Zhiyang was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Xiao Yu almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "...for..."

An Zhi didn't intend to watch the two quarreling, and his drowsy brain told him that he needed to sleep again, so he simply and rudely issued the order to evict the guest.

"very noisy."

As a result, the ward was as quiet as a chicken.

……

In another ward, just as Tang Ling took off the mask, she saw someone she didn't want to see.

"Yo, Xiao Ling'er, you're not dead." Xiao Yu looked her up and down.

"It's better to ask for warmth than to compare huge sums of money. Do you pay in cash or by credit card?"

Xiao Yu pursed his mouth: "Come on, have you ever seen a sick patient who has the skill to apply a mask..."

"It's also a disease to lose color, especially for a girl like me."

"Oh girl, you have a double chin..."

"Are you talking to a goddess?!"

As a result, the ward was in dire straits.

……

The day after the Yujing Elevator accident, the whole company knew about it.This time, the seriousness of the situation can be understood just by looking at the CEO's methods. Several directors of the security department just packed up and left without even having time to explain.The elevator in the accident was not even overhauled, and it was directly dismantled and repurchased.

For a while, there were a lot of updates in the company, and it was said that Miss Tang yelled at Mr. Song on weekdays, but at the critical moment, Mr. Song turned into a beauty in a rage, and the relationship might not be as simple as a childhood sweetheart.

Miss Tang in the hospital kept sneezing and sneezing... On the contrary, An Zhi, who had an accident together, was rarely cared about.

Hu Jiajia looked at An Zhi's office alone, feeling a little worried.The supervisor only said that An Zhi was hospitalized and there was no serious problem, and he didn't know anything else.Hu Jiajia also tried calling An Zhi, but unfortunately no one answered.

Just as she was moaning, a text message came.

"Hu Jiajia, can I trouble you to send the materials for me? -- An Zhi"

Anzhi? !Hu Jiajia was overjoyed, his typing hands trembled a little: "Yes, yes!"

Ten seconds later, another text message.

"White folder on the table, First Central Hospital of City A."

"ok~"

……

Song Zhiyang drove directly to the hospital after get off work.

As soon as he stepped into Anzhi's ward, he was already sitting up, drawing intently on the small table.

An Zhi had just finished a stroke, and as soon as he stopped, someone snatched his brush.

"Didn't it let you rest at ease?" Song Zhiyang seemed to be scolding a disobedient child.

"I just promise not to leave here," An Zhi couldn't ignore his dissatisfaction, so he could only explain, "Besides, the design has already started."

Song Zhiyang raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

So An Zhi said a little forcefully: "I will not give up halfway what I started."

Hearing what An Zhi said, Song Zhiyang could only keep silent even if he was angry. He sighed, returned the pen, and said, "Okay, I won't stop you, then go to work after dinner."

Only then did An Zhi realize that Song Zhiyang had brought dinner, which consisted of poorly stewed porridge and exquisite side dishes.

Song Zhiyang laid them out on the table one by one, picked up the chopsticks, and handed them to Anzhi, watching him eat slowly mouthful by mouthful.

Taking advantage of An Zhi's meal break, Song Zhiyang picked up the picture of a single product designed by An Zhigang. On the drawing paper, it can be seen that it is a shell-carved pendant inlaid with pearls, which is low-key, luxurious and seasonal.

Song Zhiyang asked: "What is the theme of this new product?"

"First time."

First time?Song Zhiyang rubbed the corner of the paper, and unconsciously recalled An Zhi's appearance in high school, much more immature and greener than now.He has never been a person who likes to indulge in the past, but even though there are very few things related to An Zhi, he still remembers them very vividly.

I remember his cold eyebrows, I remember his profile reading a book, I remember holding hands with him unexpectedly in the venue.

Obviously it was a memory that was about to leave the scene completely, but just because of a reunion, the dross rose and made a comeback.

Song Zhiyang put down the drawing and asked, "How much do you remember about high school?"

An Zhi paused for chopsticks to pick up vegetables, then picked them up again: "I don't remember most of them, and I didn't stay long."

Song Zhiyang nodded: "Indeed, you left very simply."

An Zhi heard that there was something in his words, so she stopped her chopsticks and looked at him.

Song Zhiyang generously gave An Zhi a beautiful and deep smile: "Perhaps, I miss you a little, An Zhi."