Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

"Of course I would be able to tell if it was someone else, but you, I can't believe it." Song Nuan said softly.

"Why don't you believe me, my feelings are no less fake than others, Song Nuan, give me a chance to pursue you." Zhu Yilong's eyes were filled with sincerity, hiding tolerance and pain, ice and fire.

Song Nuan was stunned for a moment, her mind was rumbling, seeing Zhu Yilong's tight lips and trembling Adam's apple, she could hardly think.The person in front of me is the sweetheart, the person in my heart is close at hand, but seems to be far away, Song Nuan almost collapsed, she opened her mouth a few times, but she only felt bitterness in her mouth, and Zhu Yilong just looked at her like that, as if to see To the end of time, as if looking down from the clouds, waiting for her response.

"Are you making a confession for me?" Song Nuan finally spoke, her tone was calm, sounding calm.

Zhu Yilong's pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't help but backed away, the expression on his face changed, and finally he smiled, with bitterness and helplessness, "I didn't."

Song Nuan felt distressed, she lowered her head, not daring to look at him again: "Thank you for your kindness, don't waste your time with me. I made it clear a long time ago."

"Song Nuan, don't think about using depression as an issue again, don't try to lie to me." Zhu Yilong said firmly.

Song Nuan raised her eyes, not to be outdone, "You're the one depressed, I've stopped taking the medicine long ago. I like you, so what, thousands of steamed buns like you."

"Okay, I'm depressed." Zhu Yilong suddenly laughed heartily, "I know what you're worried about, give me a chance, don't beat me to death with a stick."

Song Nuan shook her head: "It's impossible for the two of us."

"Why?" After Zhu Yilong returned to Beijing from Quancheng, he admitted his feelings for Song Nuan from the bottom of his heart. Song Nuan seemed invincible, but she was sensitive and delicate. If the possibility of two people was not sorted out, the difficulties they would encounter Before making plans for the future, he would never provoke Song Nuan and bring her pain and embarrassment.Before confessing his love, he had already paved the way for the future. Of course he understood Song Nuan's resistance, but he didn't understand why she was so determined.Song Nuan likes him, he can feel that true love cannot be hidden.

"Because, I have a boyfriend now, and I don't want Hongxing to have an affair." Song Nuan gave a very righteous reason.

"Doctor Color Doppler? I heard that you only met him twice, and you didn't take a fancy to him at all." Zhu Yilong couldn't help laughing out loud.

"How do you know?" Song Nuan was anxious.

"Ruoxi told me." Zhu Yilong blinked.

Song Nuan became angry, "You are really good, what else did you ask, what do you know?"

"I asked her when was the last time you were in love?"

Song Nuan immediately became unnatural. The last time she was in love was a taboo, and she felt uncomfortable when she mentioned it, "It's impossible for Ruoxi to know. She was only one year old at that time, and she doesn't remember anything."

Zhu Yilong nodded, feeling sad in his heart, it turned out that it was many years ago, and he could still be stabbed five or six years later, he must have loved Song Nuan deeply, he felt a little sorry for Song Nuan.

Song Nuan suddenly realized that Zhu Yilong might not have asked her about her past at all, and he was cheating on her again.

"Don't be perfunctory to me, Song Nuan. There must be a decent reason for rejecting me." Zhu Yilong's voice was gentle, even devout.

"There are too many reasons, and I am too lazy to list them one by one."

"Then just say a few things."

"Do you want to hear the truth, or lies?" Song Nuan really couldn't bear to lie to him again.

"I want to listen." Zhu Yilong did not follow common sense, "Listen to the lies first."

"You're too kind, I'm not good enough for you." Song Nuan gritted her teeth. She said this sentence many times before, and she didn't even believe it.

Zhu Yilong curled his lips, holding back a smile, "Then the truth."

"Do you smoke?"

"What?" Zhu Yilong thought he didn't hear clearly.

"Do you smoke?" Song Nuan said again patiently.

"I, I smoke."

Song Nuan has an occupational disease, she hates smoking people, drinking is fine, at most she drank herself to death, smoking is a blatant murder of money.Song Nuan never associates with people who smoke, no matter male or female.This is one of her bottom lines.

So Zhu Yilong left very depressed and lonely.

He was powerless to refute Song Nuan's reason or excuse.

During the period of receiving the top three evaluations, Song Nuan stayed up almost all night. Sometimes she went to work in vain and black, dealing with patients, writing medical records, sorting out the top three materials in the past six years, and being exhausted to cope with the weekly inspections of the hospital leaders, and then facing the computer. This diagnosis and treatment plan was changed again and again, and she wanted to vomit, but she couldn't complain.

It has been a long time since Song Nuan watched a TV series, browsed Weibo, or wrote a few articles. This kind of heavy physical and mental work made her just want to sleep.Of course she is just a silhouette, everyone in the department, including the director, is in such a damn state.

Li Zihan was on the noon shift, and shouted in the office: "Whoever wants to buy food, I will help bring it back." Recently, everyone is working overtime, and they don't even bother to go to the cafeteria, so they go downstairs to buy boxed lunches.

Everyone signed up one after another, but Song Nuan hid in a corner and obediently wrote the medical records, pretending not to hear.

"Miss Nuan, are you ordering takeaway again?" Li Zihan asked her after collecting all the meal cards.

"Well, the lunch box is too oily." Song Nuan felt guilty.

"Oh, rich man, I'm leaving. It would be nice if a man could carry my lunch box for me." Li Zihan went downstairs with emotion.

That's right, in the neurology department, except for two 50-[-]-year-old directors, there is no man. Song Nuan especially wants to have an office romance, but there is no chance.Fortunately, there are a large number of older young women in their department, and all of them are very difficult, so Song Nuan is not in a hurry.

Working between two o'clock and one line, every day except the department is home, Song Nuan gradually found the feeling of the college entrance examination, and got used to this rhythm of chatting and complaining while working.Open your eyes and go to work, put dinner after work, squint for a while after eating, then continue working, eat after work, go home to take a shower and sleep after eating, wake up tomorrow and go to work, life can no longer be regular , I have no time or mood to hurt the spring and autumn, it's good!

The only bad thing is probably Song's mother's nagging.Mother Song has always been a mother who respects her children's privacy and decision-making rights. No matter what Song Nuan does, she fully supports her. She always thinks that my daughter is the most beautiful, has the best personality, and will never make mistakes.So Mama Song never interfered with any of Song Nuan's decisions.Even when Song Nuan was dumped by someone and lay on the bed without eating or drinking, Song's mother didn't reprimand her. Every day, she put the food on the front of the bed, heated it when it was cold, and even went to Quancheng to talk to the man's parents.Song Nuan once heard Song's mother crying to her aunt while half asleep and half awake, "As long as she lives well, it doesn't matter if I die immediately." When eating and going to work, she just doesn't speak. For nearly half a year, Song Nuan didn't speak when she was at home.Even so, Mother Song didn't have a single word to spare. She thought she was incapable of comforting Song Nuan, so she cooked better meals, kept the house cleaner, and shut out all gossip from other people.As long as her daughter is still alive, she has no other extravagant wishes.

It is such a considerate and considerate mother who started to chatter about Song Nuan. Whenever she had free time, she would stand beside Song Nuan, sigh first, and then said softly, "Is that person still chasing you? Nuan Nuan , What do you think of him. Can he do it?” This kind of nagging is gentle and lingering, tedious and constant, with new words every day and surprises every night, without interruption from morning to night.Mother Song is always democratic, I will never force you, I just talk about my opinion, it doesn't matter if you listen or not, I still have to say it.Every time at this time, Song Nuan can't wait to open Song Ruoxi's mouth.She reminded her ten thousand times, told her not to leak the wind, and made thousands of promises and oaths, but this little guy still couldn't help gossiping, and told grandma exactly what happened.Mother Song was so worried that she didn't sleep all night, and she started a nagging life since then.

"Song Ruoxi, look at what you've done."

"I originally wanted to help uncle, who knew grandma didn't like him." Song Ruoxi was very innocent.

"Have you forgotten Mr. Zhao from Happy Town?" Song Nuan ridiculed her for thinking differently.

Song Ruoxi laughed loudly: "Are you stupid, auntie, who would eat steamed buns if you have meat?"

"Who asked you to say such a thing, isn't it Zhao Jinchang?" Song Nuan wanted to go crazy.

"Didn't you say that Zhao Jinchang is dark, short and ugly? I've ignored him a long time ago." Song Ruoxi made it clear.

Song Nuan regrets this, she shouldn't be asked to do a Ferris wheel, her brain was blown out by the wind.

"Song Nuan, your takeaway." The head nurse called Song Nuan in the duty room.

"Here we come." Song Nuan ran to pick it up. Today's lunch is vegetable and beef noodles, a bowl of mushroom soup, and a serving of fruit. She glanced at it and opened WeChat with a frown.

Zhu Yilong's dialogue box is full of transfer records and transfer expiration reminders. This person doesn't know where he got the shift schedule, and he orders for Song Nuan on his own initiative every meal time, and refuses to charge any fees.If she continues to eat like this, Song Nuan can't guarantee whether her weight and sincerity can stand the test.

"When will you join the group?" Song Nuan sent a WeChat message, and then started eating.

When he was about to get off work, Zhu Yilong replied to WeChat: "At the beginning of next month, I am reading the script at home now."

"What drama?" Song Nuan suddenly became interested.

"Sorry, keep it secret for now." Zhu Yilong sent a hush emoji.

Hmph, quite arrogant.But it's good to be at home.

At the end of the month, the long-awaited top three review finally came to an end. What made Song Nuan feel ridiculous was that their preparations were over-the-top. In the end, the review experts directly ignored the Department of Neurology, and they were not lucky enough to participate in the review.

Song Nuan had no time to feel depressed, so she went to the Human Resources Department to take a five-day vacation, bought a bus ticket, and rushed to Beijing without stopping.

Song Nuan is a road idiot. After arriving in Beijing, she found a KTV near the high-speed railway station to rest, and then called Zhu Yilong.

"Song Nuan, are you looking for me?" Zhu Yilong was a little surprised, she should still be at work at this time.

"Hi, are you in Beijing?" Song Nuan asked.

"I'm at home."

"I have something to do and want to see you, is it convenient for you to come out?" Song Nuan suddenly felt her heart beating faster.

"Are you in Beijing?" Zhu Yilong's voice suddenly rose, obviously shocked.

"Yes, I'll send you the location."

"You wait for me, wait for me for a while. I'll be right over."

"Okay, slow down on your way."

"Wait, Song Nuan, are you okay?" Zhu Yilong was a little worried, he felt that Song Nuan was abnormal.

"I'm fine, I'll wait for you." After Song Nuan hung up the phone, she was still flustered.