Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

"No, it's just that the family was in a hurry. My grandfather was seriously ill. We only knew each other for three months. About a year later..." Barabara, the color ultrasound doctor, told about her first marriage experience, avoiding all kinds of things throughout the process, and Song Nuan counted them carefully. Then, the word "marriage" did not appear once.She was a little unhappy, not because she disliked other people's second marriage and the deception of the introducer, but because she couldn't bear the hesitation of the color Doppler doctor. An upright man, since he decided to confess, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

I was married.Is it difficult to just say this?

There is no need to talk too much about the cause and effect, and there is no need to accuse responsibility, just say, I was married.

It seems to be difficult.

Song Nuan felt a little sad, what made the introducer think that this color Doppler ultrasound doctor was suitable for her, maybe in the eyes of the introducer, the two of them had equal conditions.Song Nuan's self-righteous pride is worthless in the eyes of others, and what is seen is the most vulgar material condition.She wished so much that someone could break her blind date theory, not for conditions or bread, but only to meet someone who made her pursue love desperately.

But no, Song Nuan had no choice but to choose in the vegetable market in a very mundane way, and was also chosen by others.

Song Yang's cholesteatoma needed to go to Quancheng for surgery. In order to take care of the patient, Song Nuan worked four night shifts in nine days and traveled to Quancheng three times.After Song Nuan came back from Quancheng, she took Song Ruoxi to buy a parent-child Hanfu the next day, with a pair of white-soled embroidered shoes, which made her walk fluttering. Song Ruoxi was so excited that she wanted to call Song Nuan her mother.

No one was looking after Song Ruoxi at night, so Song Nuan took her to the night shift. The two of them walked past the nurse's station feeling very good about themselves.

The 50-bed patient suffered from epilepsy repeatedly, and Song Nuan ran to the ward countless times. Song Ruoxi ran out of the duty room before eight o'clock and sat in the office, crying aggrievedly.

"Baby, are you hungry?" Song Nuan felt a little distressed, "I'll order you takeaway later."

Song Ruoxi cried and looked down at the small note at hand: "Well, I'm looking for you on bed 18, and I'm asking you to check on bed 23 as well."

"Then you wait a little longer and I will meet you. What do you want to eat?"

Song Ruoxi curled her lips, "Braised chicken and rice."

Song Nuan said yes, and trotted to the ward again. She ran too fast and bumped into someone at the nurse's station. She stepped back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"What is this for?" The visitor saw her shaking, and reached out to support him.

"Zhu Yilong?" Song Nuan exclaimed, she already had strong immunity to this person's sudden appearance and disappearance, so she wasn't too surprised, "You go to the office and wait for me." Before she had time to explain, she went to see the seriously ill man first. 18 beds.

Xu Xiaohui followed her to measure blood pressure, set up a vein, and asked her casually, "Did you fall?" Song Nuan loved to wrestle when she walked. Once, she stepped on the stairs on the third floor and fell to the second floor. She was very worried that Song Nuan would fall again. Anyway, the night shift will not work.

"It's okay." Song Nuan stabilized her mind, took the stethoscope and began to listen to her heart and lungs.

When Zhu Yilong walked into the office, he saw a six or seven-year-old girl sitting there, with her head bowed, painting obediently.

Hearing the movement, the little girl raised her head and glanced at him, and asked, "The doctor is out, what bed are you in?" She was wearing a flowing pink dress with two delicate braids, a round face, and a big face. With tears still shining in his eyes, he picked up the paper beside him and prepared to write down the bed number.

Zhu Yilong's heart softened, he squatted down in front of her, and asked with a smile: "I'm here to see Doctor Song, what's your name, kid?"

"My name is Song Ruoxi. Doctor Song is going to see a patient. You sit down and wait for her." Song Ruoxi felt that this uncle was a bit strange, but she still dealt with him according to her own procedures.

"Thank you." Zhu Yilong sat down beside her.

On the table is a box of 48-color watercolor brushes and a stack of stick figures. Song Ruoxi is painting a Tang Dynasty beauty with a paintbrush in his hand. The painting is good and the colors are bright.

Zhu Yilong had never seen a similar stick figure before, and asked her: "Did you buy this online?"

Song Ruoxi shook her head, "My aunt drew it."

Zhu Yilong understood that she was Song Nuan's niece, no wonder she was wearing a parent-child outfit.

After Song Ruoxi finished painting the one in his hand, he brought over another cartoon character, probably Shui Bingyue, Zhu Yilong couldn't recognize it, "Can I have a look at these paintings?" He asked softly.

Song Ruoxi pushed the painting to Zhu Yilong, "Here you are."

Zhu Yilong smiled and thanked.

Song Ruoxi looked at Zhu Yilong with his chin resting on his shoulders, heaved a sigh, then turned his head to look at him in a different direction, blinking his big eyes.

Zhu Yilong was terrified by her look, looked at Song Ruoxi in a little panic, and blinked Kazilan's big eyes.

Song Ruoxi burst into laughter, clapped her hands and shouted: "You are the one on my aunt's bed."

Zhu Yilong almost didn't sit still, he leaned on the table, forced a smile, and licked his back molars.

"My aunt has a picture of you on the wall, and also on the computer and mobile phone. When we went shopping, we saw your sign and asked me to take a photo of you and her. Later, I was embarrassed and only took a picture of the sign. You Is it a movie star? Has my aunt seen you? Is she happy?" Song Ruoxi kept chattering: "Can you not go, I'll go find my aunt, she must be crazy when she sees you."

Remembering Song Nuan's calm smile just now, Zhu Yilong couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, "I won't go, I'll wait for your aunt here."

When Song Nuan returned to the office, she saw two people chatting together. She didn't enter the door, but stood at the door with her arms folded. She didn't know what the two of them were talking about. They clapped their hands and laughed together.

Song Nuan knocked on the door: "Pay attention to the influence, it's in the hospital."

Zhu Yilong laughed and stood up: "Are you done?"

Song Ruoxi hurried over, "Auntie, look, he is the uncle on the wall."

Zhu Yilong and Song Nuan couldn't help holding their foreheads together.

"Wait for me, I'll order a meal for her first." Song Nuan took out her phone and said to Zhu Yilong.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Zhu Yilong felt incredible.

Song Nuan smiled: "The house is a little messy, no one cooks."

Song Ruoxi shook Weiquan in his hand: "I drank yogurt and ate cake, but I'm still hungry. I'm growing up, so I have to eat extra at night."

Zhu Yilong stepped forward: "Don't order takeaway, I invite you to eat delicious food."

"Okay. Thank you uncle." Song Ruoxi immediately applauded and cheered.

"Don't worry, I have to stay in the ward."

Song Ruoxi pouted.

"Then I'll take Ruoxi and bring you some when I get back." Zhu Yilong continued to discuss with her.

"No." Song Nuan immediately refused, what kind of joke, let a stranger take Song Ruoxi out in the middle of the night, her mind is not broken yet, what exactly is Zhu Yilong thinking. "She admits her life and won't go with you."

"Auntie, I want to go." Song Ruoxi immediately betrayed her.

Song Nuan's eyes were about to pop out. Song Ruoxi was very shy, it was difficult to get acquainted with strangers, and she had a strong sense of anti-theft. She was not a child who could be coaxed away with a piece of candy and a meal. No one can take her away, including Chen Yuyan, is she a nympho now? "Song Ruoxi, are you crazy? Do you know who he is?" She couldn't help shouting.

Song Ruoxi's lips curled up even more, and she even hid behind Zhu Yilong.

Zhu Yilong coughed, and wanted to say something more, but seeing Song Nuan's complexion, he was a little afraid to speak.

"Auntie, I want to play on the Ferris wheel." Song Ruoxi whispered.

"Who told you that Taisheng has a Ferris wheel." Song Nuan became even more angry.

Zhu Yilong raised his hand: "Me."

"Auntie, I've never sat on a ferris wheel before. Zhang Xinyue and Zhao Jinchang have all ridden on it." Song Ruoxi cried aggrievedly.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Zhu Yilong took out a tissue and knelt down to wipe her tears.

Song Nuan suddenly felt that his father was kind and his son was filial, but he looked like a villain. This actor, if you act, you can act for me, "Don't mention that Zhao Jinchang to me."

When Song Nuan got angry, Song Ruoxi didn't dare to cry, so she looked at her with teary eyes.

Zhu Yilong didn't cry, he raised his head and grinned at Song Nuan, blinking his big innocent eyes.

"Doctor Song, the blood pressure in bed 8 is high." Wen Jie called her.

Song Nuan had nothing to do, she took out her wallet from her pocket, "Wait for me, I'll give you the money, thank you for taking her out for dinner."

"You're welcome, I invite Miss Song." Of course Zhu Yilong couldn't ask for Song Nuan's money.

Song Ruoxi tugged at Zhu Yilong's sleeve, "Uncle, my aunt is rich, tens of thousands."

Song Nuan was simply overwhelmed, "Well said, you are not allowed to go out without money."

Zhu Yilong took out his mobile phone and smiled slyly, "Then transfer money via WeChat, I don't accept cash."