Attempted first love

After sending Kitty home to settle down, Xia Yan hurried to the community hospital.

In October, when the seasons change, the hospital hall is crowded with children from the nearby community, crying endlessly.

There was no sign of Lu Zhouyu outside the clinic. Xia Yan asked the doctor, and when he arrived at the lounge, the nurse was giving him an injection, and there were two bottles of water hanging on the metal bracket beside him.

"Is it serious? Why do you need to infuse water?" Xia Yan walked over and looked down at the words on the prescription, too elegant to understand.

"It's just glucose and anti-inflammatory drugs," the nurse continued, "infusion of water will reduce the swelling faster."

Xia Yan was originally standing on the right side, but when he heard this, he moved to the left, glanced at Lu Zhouyu's side face, frowned and said, "It seems to be a little more swollen, should I use some medicine?"

"It's wiped off." Lu Zhouyu said, the hand that didn't get the needle opened, and there was a piece of ointment in the palm, "Why are you back again?"

After discovering the allergy, Xia Yan took him directly to a nearby community hospital in order to avoid his skin being exposed to the sun. Pets were not allowed in the hospital. Lu Zhouyu asked him to take Kitty home and go in to register by himself.

Before Xia Yan could answer, the nurse finished the needle neatly and pulled off the tourniquet, "It's just right to have one more person, call me to change the water after hanging up this bottle."

Xia Yan hurriedly sat down on an empty seat beside her, and said to the nurse, "Okay, thank you."

There are many children in the lounge, children's programs are playing on the TV with background music, so it will not be embarrassing if you don't speak.

Xia Yan took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and replied a few irrelevant messages, and seeing that Lu Zhouyu had no intention of expelling him, he turned his head and asked, "Is this an allergy to paint?"

"En." Lu Zhouyu's eyes fell on the TV program, and he responded lightly.

"I'm sorry." Xia Yan said subconsciously.

Lu Zhouyu turned her head, looked at him and asked, "Why are you apologizing?"

Suddenly meeting his serious gaze, Xia Yan said, "...If it wasn't for shooting, I wouldn't have painted your face."

"Did you apply the paint?" Lu Zhouyu asked, before he could answer, he continued: "Shooting is a normal work requirement, just a little allergic."

After speaking, he turned his attention to the TV again, watching the children's handicraft program.

Xia Yan got up to fetch hot water, there were so many people, they queued for a while.When I came back, I saw Lu Zhouyu leaning his head on the back of the chair, looking straight at the ceiling, looking a little sleepy.

He pushed the roller on the infusion tube to adjust the dripping speed to the fastest gear.

"Drink water?" Xia Yan handed him the disposable paper cup.

"Thank you," Lu Zhouyu took the cup, bowed his head and blew, and held it in his hand after drinking a small amount in one breath, "Go back, it's boring here."

"It's not boring." Xia Yan pointed to the TV screen, "I'm learning to do handwork."

The needle for delivering water was stuck in the right hand, and the aisle was on the left of Lu Zhouyu. Seeing that he had no intention of drinking any more, Xia Yan took the paper cup from him and put it on the small table between the two of them, "If you are sleepy, just drink it." Go to sleep."

After thinking about it, he added: "I'll call the nurse to change the water after the bottle is infused, and I'll go home after changing it."

Lu Zhouyu didn't give a clear answer, and leaned back on the back of the chair. After a while, it seemed that the effect of the medicine had come up, and he closed his eyes after a vague "hmm".

Xia Yan turned on the phone again, switching between various softwares in a bored way, just in time to see Ji Qilin shared an exhibition information in Moments, he clicked in, and read it word by word.

The content of the article is very short, mostly pictures and videos, and I read it to the end quickly, but I didn't remember anything.Xia Yan turned back to the top to see the title, it was an upcoming VR art exhibition.

After putting the article in the bookmarks, he raised his head. Lu Zhouyu who was beside him seemed to have fallen asleep and was breathing calmly.The red and swollen bumps on the side of the face due to allergies extend from the end of the eyes to the mandible, still looking red.

Xia Yan stood up and slowed down the roller on the infusion tube. His fingers accidentally brushed the back of his hand, feeling a burst of coldness, so he gently put down his rolled up cuff and put it on the back of his hand.

After doing this, he looked around with a little guilty conscience. The child receiving the injection was crying, the accompanying parents were coaxing, and the busy nurses shuttled among them.

No one pays attention to this corner.

While Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't restrain himself from feeling powerless.So what if you notice?If it is Xiao Jiang or other friends who are carrying water here today, he will also take good care of him, and he can even cover his hands with his palm without any grudges.

But just because he harbored an original sin-like, untimely, and beyond-the-friendliness relationship, he developed a sad and ridiculous guilt.

After a bottle of water dripped, Lu Zhouyu didn't wake up, so Xia Yan asked a nurse to help change the water.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xia Yan felt that the redness and swelling on his face had disappeared a lot, so he looked at the side face for a while longer, until the frustrating guilt surged up again.

So he moved his gaze, looked at the drops falling at a constant speed, and began to count silently.

Before I knew it, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I didn't sleep deeply, and I was half asleep and half awake when I heard the sound of the TV and intermittent crying.In a trance, there was a gravitational force on the forehead, and it disappeared again before I felt it carefully.

When he was touched again, Xia Yan opened his eyes reflexively, staring at the ceiling drowsily for a while, until a chubby little hand waved in front of his eyes, "Brother Tiantian."

Xia Yan blinked, and it took him a while to realize that he was in the hospital.He straightened up and looked at the little boy beside him, the chubby little boy who lived upstairs.

Although I don't want to admit it, the momentary loss is like fluttering butterfly wings, passing by lightly, blowing a gust of wind that calms the heartbeat.

"Why are you here?" Xia Yan touched the back of his head, "Are you sick?"

"I came with grandma," Xiaopang pointed to the ward inside, holding a few pieces of colored paper in his hand, "she was lying down inside to get water, and I came out to watch TV."

The children's handicraft program was still playing on TV, Xia Yan said: "Look, follow along and fold a flower for grandma, she will recover sooner."

Xiaopang nodded, and sat on the seat on Xia Yan's right, his feet couldn't reach the ground, so he dangled back and forth in the air, "Brother Tiantian, are you sick for an injection too?"

"I'm not sick, I came with this brother." Xia Yan pointed to Lu Zhouyu who was beside him.

The handmade lily in the show is not friendly to children, and it also needs white latex and scissors, which are not available in the hospital.

Xiaopang could only frantically rub out a flower branch. Xia Yan watched his movements and couldn't help smiling. He took a piece of pink colored paper from his lap, "Come on, I'll teach you how to fold it."

"Fold it in half first three times." Xia Yan slowed down, stopped every step, and taught Xiaopang, "...the last step, pinch it according to the crease, and the petals will come out."

A flower was blooming in his hand, and Xiaopang cheered excitedly. The nurse happened to pass by and distributed a small piece of medical tape to the two to stick the flower and the branch together.

"Thank you brother!" Xiaopang jumped off the seat, "I'll give it to my grandma."

"Go."

"You can also give this brother this flower," Xiaopang pointed to the side, "this way he can recover faster."

"Okay." Xia Yan replied casually, turned his head to look at the seat next to him, only to find that Lu Zhouyu woke up at some point, the hand that did not get the needle resting on the armrest, holding his chin, smiling at Xiaopang smiled.

"Hello," he said.

"You are also good." Xiaopang nodded solemnly, "I wish you a speedy recovery." After speaking, he ran into the ward.

Xia Yan raised his eyes to look at the hanging bottle, it was almost bottomed out, he twirled the paper flower in his hand uncomfortably, and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Lu Zhouyu said, "I just woke up for a while."

The redness and swelling on his face were almost gone, Xia Yan happily conveyed the news to him, and handed over the flowers as naturally as possible: "I also wish you a speedy recovery."

Lu Zhouyu lowered his eyes and stared at the flower, "Thank you." He reached out to take it.

The voice just woke up was deep, so it was inexplicably solemn, Xia Yan eased the embarrassment and said: "I'm coaxing children to play around."

After speaking, he got up, "I'll call the nurse to remove the needle."

Walking to the corridor, Xiao Jiang sent a WeChat message, excitedly sharing the news that he had received his first official salary.

Xia Yan replied to him: "Congratulations."

Xiao Jiang: "Let's have a drink tonight, are you free?"

"Tonight?" Xia Yan hesitated, but also moved.

"Yeah! Brother Yan, by the way, ask Teacher Lu if he's free. I didn't have a good time drinking with him last time."

"He's hung up on the water and can't drink." After Xia Yan finished typing this sentence, he deleted each word and replied: "Let me ask."

The nurse was giving an injection to an old man, and said she would go there later, Xia Yan went back to the lounge again, and saw Xiaopang came out again, standing in front of Lu Zhouyu's chair, the two of them didn't know what to say.

Xiaopang pointed to the water bottle, and then pointed to the flower in his hand. Lu Zhouyu patted his high head with a smile.

After approaching, Xia Yan heard him say: "I don't know either."

Xiaopang turned his neck, like a clumsy sunflower, turned his face to Xia Yan, and asked crisply: "Brother Tiantian, my grandma asked, what kind of flower is this?"

Kawasaki Rose.

A rose in the art of origami, known for its lifelike shape.

Xia Yan's footsteps froze, and he said to him: "Roses."