Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

"I haven't died, I don't know." Song Nuan responded humorously.

"Haha, that makes sense."

Song Nuan cleared her throat with a sip of water, and prepared for a long speech, "It depends on the patient's condition. Many people are unconscious and not in the mood before they die. Some people are just in their prime, so of course they are not reconciled. Some people don't know that they are going to die. , probably at a loss. Some people have been suffering from illnesses, and they were relieved before death. Others are calm. My classmate in the oncology department said that no matter how painful the cancer patients are when they are diagnosed, they are almost calm in the end. Tell me about the funeral. Also, I think you played Yang Zhi very well, right? After being run over by a car, before he died, he was in pain, despair, fear, and even regret. Why, you even have to study the opposite scene so much carefulness."

Zhu Yilong listened very seriously, "Thank you for the compliment. I'm not studying the opponent, but I have to understand the psychological activities of the patient I'm facing before I can set my own actions. If a patient really wants to be relieved, I express too much on him. Sympathy and comfort are obviously inappropriate. The script can be written like this, but my performance must have stronger logic and rationality."

"Shouldn't this be the homework done in the early stage?" Song Nuan felt strange. The filming had already started for half a month. Would it be too late to discuss these things again?

"I deliberately didn't do a full job this time. I believe the director can coordinate the overall situation." Zhu Yilong trusts the director, which is a good habit he has insisted on since he knew the crew.

"That's over. No director will really understand doctors. I don't think it's because directors in the medical industry can't make medical dramas well." Song Nuan likes to watch medical dramas, and she doesn't ask too much. It’s okay to take pictures with patients that are too fake and too beautiful, but it’s obviously difficult.

"That's why I need Doctor Song's strong support."

"Okay, for the sake of you being my boyfriend, I'll give you a discount. Hey, wait a minute, someone is knocking on the door." Song Nuan went to open the door with her mobile phone.

It's the takeaway guy, he handed over a drink, "Hi, your takeaway."

"Oh, thank you." Song Nuan took it suspiciously. She didn't seem to have ordered takeout, but when she opened the drink, it was still hot. "Hello, are you there?"

"Yes. Is the sweet pear soup delicious? It's my consultation fee." Zhu Yilong asked for credit with a smile.

"It's you, you are scheming." Song Nuan took a sip, and it was really good. She felt warm in her heart and laughed unconsciously.

Zhu Yilong felt sorry for Song Nuan, "Why are you so busy?"

"Fortunately, the main reason is that the uncles and aunts are hard of hearing. I kept yelling. Oh, there is another way to die, no, there is also a mood before death."

"What is it?"

"Suicide, the mood of the suicide is different from other people's. Well, it's happy, and there is something else." Song Nuan thought about the words, not knowing how to describe it.

"To shut up."

Zhu Yilong likes to listen, and rarely interrupts Song Nuan's words, but at this moment he suddenly scolded him, Song Nuan was overly frightened, "What, what are you doing?"

Zhu Yilong's tone was slightly slow, but he was still serious and unquestionable. I'm sorry, I have a bad attitude, but Song Nuan, I warn you, don't mention this matter in the future, even if you think about it. "

Song Nuan was really frightened, she paused for a while, and then apologized honestly, "Oh, good. Don't be angry, I was wrong."

"I'm not angry, I'm just scared, you. You have a criminal record and the tools are too convenient, I'm worried."

"Haha. I'm sorry, what you said was so funny, I couldn't hold it back. I'm doing well now, so I won't be, uh, want to die, don't worry." Song Nuan comforted Zhu Yilong happily.

"Remember what you said." Zhu Yilong said heavily.

"Remember, even if you dump me, I won't do that. I'll kill you, okay." Song Nuan continued joking.

Zhu Yilong finally smiled, "I won't give you this chance."

On the eve of New Year's Day, there was an annual neurology meeting in Shanghai. The meeting was only for one day, and it was necessary to go back and forth on the same day. It was not necessary to arrange shifts alone, but also to sacrifice rest time. Although there were credits, everyone was reluctant to go. Song Nuan volunteered to attend the meeting to get credits. Director Qi agreed happily.Due to time constraints, Song Nuan deliberately did not tell Zhu Yilong because she was afraid that she would not be able to go to the production team.

Song Nuan set off early in the morning. After the report, she simply ate breakfast and went to the meeting. She felt drowsy, so after signing in in the afternoon and getting the credits, she slipped away and took a taxi to Zhu Yilong's crew.

The crew did a good job of keeping secrets. There were security guards around the perimeter, and Song Nuan couldn't get in at all. She had never visited the set, and didn't know the rules, so she forced her way and asked, "Hi, I'm here to visit the set."

"It is not open to visit class now, whose class is to visit?" the staff asked.

Song Nuan answered truthfully: "Mr. Zhu Yilong."

"No, it's filming now. You can go back and come back after an appointment. There was a wave just this morning, how do you know that you are filming here?" The staff was very talkative.

Song Nuan guessed that this was the case, so she was not in a hurry, "Hehe, what time will it be over?"

"I don't know."

Song Nuan saw Maza, "Can I wait here?"

"Okay, but it may have to wait until late at night, and we don't accept visits now, so it's useless to wait until then."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look at him, and I'll leave if I don't wait."

"Alright then." The staff ignored her.

Song Nuan moved Mazha to the side of the road, put the notebook on her lap, and sat on the side of the road to write. The winter in Shanghai was still cold, and her hands became numb after a while.

"This fan is quite calm." Song Nuan heard the staff discussing her, huh, Zhu Yilong doesn't bring a mobile phone with him at work, what should he do if he can't be contacted, so he can only wait calmly.

Song Nuan waited for two hours, and she wrote [-] words. Still her hands were numb, and she didn't feel that time was hard at all. Maybe it was because Zhu Yilong was not far away, even if she couldn't see or hear, but she walked On the road he walked, she would also feel at ease and happiness. This man really fascinated her.

It was getting dark, and Song Nuan couldn't wait any longer. She returned the Mazar to the staff and thanked her solemnly.

The staff had a good impression of Song Nuan, so they asked, "Do you have any gifts that you need to pass on? Zhu Yilong will pass by later, and you can give them to him."

Before Song Nuan could answer, another staff member hurriedly said, "He doesn't accept gifts."

"No gift." Song Nuan smiled, she thought for a while, then took out a box of chocolates from her bag, and handed it to the staff with both hands, "Thank you for taking me in, this is for you."

The security guard waved his hand and refused, "We can't accept it."

"It's worthless, just for fun. I'm leaving."

Song Nuan looked at the crew in the distance again. Of course she couldn't see Zhu Yilong, but she still waved her hand, see you next time.

At around [-] o'clock, Song Nuan finally squeezed onto the high-speed rail. She was starving and cold, so she asked for a boxed lunch. Before she had eaten two bites, her phone rang.

It was Zhu Yilong calling.

"It's time for work?"

"Where are you? You came to look for me?" Zhu Yilong was probably on the road and could hear footsteps.

Song Nuan didn't expect the security guard to be so unreliable, "I,..."

"The staff said that there was a girl who sat here waiting for me all afternoon. She didn't bring any flowers, gifts, or that box of chocolates. I knew it was you. Why didn't you tell me when you came here? How many people are sitting outside?" Cold, are you froze?" Zhu Yilong spoke quickly and urgently, not at all his usual speed.

"I just came to Shanghai for a meeting, just to see you, and I didn't want to disturb your work." Song Nuan felt somewhat resentful for not seeing Zhu Yilong, but when he heard his voice, he felt infinitely satisfied.

Zhu Yilong seemed to start the car, "Where are you, I'll look for you."

"I'm on the high-speed rail, so I'm going back to the city."

"Get off at the next stop ahead and send me the address." Zhu Yilong's tone was unquestionable.

"No, I have to go back tonight and I have to go to work tomorrow. I will come to see you another day, so go and eat quickly."

"Why didn't you ask them to come in and call me?" Zhu Yilong thought of Song Nuan's chest constricted after sitting in the cold wind for three hours.

"Even if I find you during your working hours, it's not easy for you to come out and say hello to me. I didn't expect to see you."

Zhu Yilong was very frustrated, "Don't be an example. If you can't wait for me, go back early. Nuan, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself first and then talk about me, ha, don't worry, I'm not sick or cold."

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhu Yilong was discouraged.

"It's eating."

"Don't go home when you arrive in Gucheng, stay in a hotel near the hospital for one night, and sleep more tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Song Nuan was indeed tired.

"Then you eat, let's see you next time."

"Okay." Song Nuan hung up the phone, stayed for a while, put the phone aside and started eating boxed lunch.

"Ding".

Zhu Yilong's WeChat, "The room has been reserved, call me when you arrive." Behind it is the location of the hotel and the room number.

Song Nuan sighed softly, she shouldn't have gone to Zhu Yilong, it made him worry.

During the New Year's Day holiday, Song Nuan had three days off. She specially lined up together and spent three days with Song's mother, shopping for clothes and eating delicious food, and then watching the New Year's Day party at night.Mother Song watched it all night, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you see your boyfriend?"

Song Nuan didn't react, "What?"

"Little Zhu. Isn't he coming out to sing?"

"Ah, he's filming, he doesn't have time to participate, maybe he will be on the Spring Festival Gala during the Chinese New Year." Song Nuan felt weird, what did Song's mother mean by saying that.

Mother Song asked again, "Aren't they on holiday?"

Song Nuan couldn't figure out Mama Song's tricks at all, so she had to answer truthfully, "He doesn't have any holidays, and he doesn't have any holidays during Chinese New Year."

"Why is it worse than you guys?" Mother Song kowtowed the melon seeds to read the sketch, without any sympathy.

"The salary is high and the treatment is good. This kind of hard work is nothing."

"Can't he come to our house that year?"

"What? Mom, what do you mean? Why did you ask him to come to our house?" Song Nuan couldn't sit still anymore. Tonight, Song's mother didn't play cards according to common sense at all.

Mother Song suddenly had a sad face, and stopped knocking on the melon seeds, "You two broke up?"

"No." Song Nuan really couldn't keep up with the old man's train of thought.

"You are one year older during Chinese New Year, aren't you both in a hurry?" Song's mother was in a hurry first.

Wow!This is the rhythm of meeting parents!