Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

The next two days were calm and there were yellow roses every day.

Zhu Yilong started to pick up a small amount of work, and Song Nuan was still serving three meals a day, and had no plans to move back to the master bedroom.

Zhu Yilong went to an event that day, and when he got home, he heard the phone ringing. He felt strange that no one had called the landline at home for a long time. After he changed his shoes and walked to the sofa, the phone had already hung up, and he squatted On the ground, I found out the number and called back.

"Hello, is this Ms. Song Nuan?" So it was Song Nuan.

Zhu Yilong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I am Mr. Song Nuan, who are you?"

"Hello, sir, we are the Third Hospital here, and we have informed Ms. Song to pick up the pathology report, but her mobile phone is not working, please tell her."

"What pathology report?" Zhu Yilong's heart arose. According to his limited medical knowledge, all those who need pathology are at risk of malignancy. Song Nuan did go to the hospital a few days ago.

"This, we don't know too well, we are only responsible for notifying." The nurse answered patiently.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

After Zhu Yilong hung up the phone, he started to dial Song Nuan's cell phone, but no one answered, he took the car keys, went to the yard and drove straight out, after connecting to Bluetooth, he kept dialing the cell phone, suddenly something very strange in his heart Good prediction, Song Nuan deliberately had a cold war with him, she went to the hospital for a check-up, and started drinking Chinese medicine again, she wouldn't really have a bad illness.

"Hello?" Song Nuan finally answered the phone.

Zhu Yilong breathed a sigh of relief, "Where are you?"

"I'm outside." Song Nuan's voice sounded very calm, she has been talking to Zhu Yilong in such a neutral tone recently.

"I'll ask again, where are you?" Zhu Yilong lowered his voice.

Song Nuan could hear that Zhu Yilong was in a hurry, and he was a little out of breath, "What's wrong with you, are you driving? Be careful."

Zhu Yilong turned on the turn signal, he parked the car on the side of the road, picked up his phone, "Song Nuan, I'm not kidding you, where are you?"

"I'm in the third courtyard."

Zhu Yilong's hands and feet were cold, he braked too hard just now, his seat belt hurt his chest, he took a deep breath, "Wait for me, I'll find you."

Zhu Yilong was restless and didn't dare to drive anymore. He threw the car directly on the side of the road. After taking a taxi to the hospital, he saw Song Nuan in the outpatient building. She was sitting in the waiting room, silently swiping her phone.He stepped forward a few steps, pulled Song Nuan up and walked out.

"Hey, what are you doing, slow down." Song Nuan was wearing high heels, being pulled by Zhu Yilong, walking with a bit of difficulty.

Zhu Yilong slowed down, but still held Song Nuan's hand tightly. The two left the hospital and stopped on the side of the tree-lined road.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Song Nuan rubbed her pinched wrist, Zhu Yilong in front of her was a little strange.

"What about your test results? Let me see." Zhu Yilong's eyes were full of pain. He was sweating in the midsummer weather, but his heart still felt cold.

"How do you know that I'm here to get the result?" Song Nuan didn't want to give it to him, but Zhu Yilong was so aggressive that she didn't have the courage to refuse, so she cowardly handed Zhu Yilong the test result in the bag.

Zhu Yilong took it over, read it over and over several times, and handed it to Song Nuan again, "What do you mean?"

Song Nuan frowned, she was a little angry, "I'm not pregnant with someone else's child, what do you mean?"

"I don't understand." Zhu Yilong said seriously.

Song Nuan wanted to laugh, but didn't dare, so she said, "There is inflammation."

Zhu Yilong obviously didn't believe it. He carefully studied Song Nuan's eyes, as if he was guessing her real thoughts.

Song Nuan and Zhu Yilong looked at each other, she guessed something from each other's nervousness, and couldn't help laughing, "God, what are you thinking, maybe you think I have a terminal illness."

Zhu Yilong's nervous hands were shaking, "Is it?"

"No, I'm doing a routine screening." Song Nuan spread out the test sheet and put it in front of Zhu Yilong's eyes, "Look, here are the results."

Zhu Yilong confirmed it twice, and finally believed it. He felt his whole body lose strength, and hugged Song Nuan into his arms, "Nuan, I'm terrified."

Song Nuan didn't push Zhu Yilong away, she went to hold his hand, "Don't worry, if I really have something to do, I will definitely tell you first."

"But you ignored me for so many days." Zhu Yilong recalled, still felt that he was in hell these days.

"You didn't mess with me too much. Well, I won't be angry anymore, just ignore you." Song Nuan patted Zhu Yilong's back, "Let go of me, it's too hot."

Zhu Yilong let go of Song Nuan, but still held her hand.

"Okay, let's go home, where's your car?"

"I was a little panicked. I left the car on the side of the road and took a taxi." Zhu Yilong suddenly felt a little stupid, really stupid.

Song Nuan really smiled unkindly, "Haha."

"Stop laughing." Zhu Yilong made a joke today, which is really embarrassing.

"I'm happy, not laughing at you." Song Nuan was really happy, "What should I do, I didn't drive either."

"Let's go, I want to talk to you." Zhu Yilong proposed.

"That's good." Song Nuan agreed.

The third hospital is near the suburbs. The two of them walked along the road for half an hour. The more they walked, the quieter it became. There were no cars or pedestrians on the road.

"Are we lost?" Song Nuan lost her confidence.

Zhu Yilong didn't care, "No, it was this way when I came here."

"Oh." Song Nuan was dubious, but she never discouraged Zhu Yilong's enthusiasm.

"Nuan, are you really not angry anymore?" Zhu Yilong was still a little uncertain.

Song Nuan said with a smile, "I've stopped being angry a long time ago." She practiced it herself, and it was really difficult to get angry with Zhu Yilong. She suffered from insomnia the day she moved to the second bedroom.

The love is by her side, but she misses it so much.

"Since when have you been angry?"

"Probably since I saw that apologetic yellow rose." The yellow rose means sorry, and Zhu Yilong has a bouquet every day, and Song Nuan has long since lost her anger.

"Then you still torture me."

"Not in the future, no more quarrels." Song Nuan really felt that quarrels and cold wars were too naive and boring, and they were purely wasting time torturing each other.

"Well, I will change it." Zhu Yilong promised again.

"I believe you this time. Hey, why is it getting dark?" Song Nuan looked up and saw some dark clouds.

Zhu Yilong looked at the weather forecast on his phone, "It seems to be raining."

Song Nuan looked around, not to mention the crowds and shops, there wasn't even a decent billboard nearby, "Take a taxi, hurry up."

Song Nuan and Zhu Yilong had indeed lost their way, probably in some barren mountain, they called a car several times but there was no answer, the fastest one took 10 minutes, and then the rain began to fall.

The rain in summer was particularly urgent, and it fell with a rush, and the two of them were drowned in an instant.

"Oh my god." Song Nuan dragged Zhu Yilong into a trot, but the road ahead was long and there was no place to hide from the rain.

"Nuan, don't run away." Zhu Yilong pulled Song Nuan back, "Don't you like rain the most, anyway, you are soaked, walking in the rain is so romantic."

"Romantic ghost, you are fine, what if you get wet and catch a cold and pneumonia?" Song Nuan was really anxious, wishing she could hide Zhu Yilong in her arms.

"It's so easy to get sick. I'm in good health."

"Okay." Song Nuan also gave up, and she walked slowly with Zhu Yilong in the direction the taxi came from, "Go home, take a hot bath first, and then drink two packs of cold medicine." She was wearing high heels, I was tired from walking a long time ago, so I slowed down and walked in the rain with Zhu Yilong.

"Wait a minute." Zhu Yilong suddenly squatted down.

"What's wrong?" Song Nuan asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Raise your feet."

Song Nuan raised her feet obediently, Zhu Yilong took off her shoes, then took off his own shoes, put them on for Song Nuan, tied the shoelaces, patted the shoelaces twice, and mentioned Song Nuan's The high-heeled shoes stood up, "Okay, the shoes are a bit big, walk slowly, don't fall down."

"Are you cold with bare feet?" Song Nuan felt warm in her heart, but worried that Zhu Yilong would catch cold.

"I'm not afraid of the cold." Song Nuan finally stopped being angry, Zhu Yilong felt warm all over, not cold at all.

"Why don't you wear my shoes?" Song Nuan sincerely suggested.

"To shut up."

"Haha." Song Nuan laughed badly, "Well, there is something I want to tell you. Mr. Zhu, what should we do if our child can't be sold?"

"Zhu Yan?" Zhu Yilong didn't react, "You really want to sell him? Oh, oh, the script."

If it wasn't for the heavy rain, Song Nuan really wanted to give Zhu Yilong a big roll of her eyes, but in this situation, she could only squint her eyes.

"Hehe, let's keep it." Zhu Yilong didn't think it mattered. He didn't particularly want to show others what was too real and from the heart. Song Nuan was already her best audience. "Just let you It's a waste of time to worry about it."

Song Nuan did stay up all night worrying about this script, but she also felt that it was good to keep it in her hand, "It's not in vain, I want to turn it into a novel."

Zhu Yilong agreed, "Well, everything is fine. Nuan, let's not work for now, shall we?"

Song Nuan sighed, "We haven't had a job recently." In addition to recovering from injuries and quarreling, after finally writing a script, it probably won't sell for money. Song Nuan suddenly felt very poor.

"Haha, um." Zhu Yilong opened his mouth and laughed so loudly that the rainwater poured into his mouth, and he spat out the rainwater, "Well, let's go out and play, go to the beach, go abroad, just the two of us, I'll decide journey."

"Really?" Song Nuan couldn't believe it, she stopped and hugged Zhu Yilong, "Go for a long time, okay?"

Zhu Yilong nodded, "Well, it doesn't matter how long. Let's go to Provence first, don't you like the lavender farm there?"

"I like it, Teacher Zhu, thank you."

"Nuan, I want to kiss you."

"What?" The thunder was so loud that Song Nuan couldn't hear it clearly.

Standing opposite Song Nuan, Zhu Yilong blocked the wind and rain in front of her, bent down, and kissed her lips lightly.