Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

In May, the sun is thick.

Shen Yao sat on the bay window of the infirmary, through the gaps in the dense branches by the window, watching the laughing and joking teenagers running wildly and shooting basketballs on the playground.

The sunshine exudes the taste of youth.

It is the best weather, every basketball hoop is very lively.

Among them, the bottom of a basketball hoop is the worst.

There were only two boys playing there, but there was a large circle of little girls beside them, all of them were excited and shy.

Shen Yao looked at the two boys with interest. Indeed, both of them are very handsome.

They are also handsome in their own way.

With sharp eyebrows and star eyes, the whole aura is very strong, and you can become the president by changing a suit.

As for the other

The other one is just the opposite, with peach blossom eyes and lips, and he is also lazy when he plays basketball, and from time to time he will smile at the little girls around him as if nothing is happening.

Shen Yao's eyes stayed on him for a second longer, and he licked his lips unconsciously, not to mention, this one really suits his appetite.

The mobile phone at hand suddenly vibrated "buzzing", interrupting Shen Yao's incoherent thoughts.

Shen Yao lowered his head, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed down the corners of his lips.

He didn't pick up immediately, just stared at the address on the screen in a daze.

The caller was so persistent that he didn't hang up for a full minute.

Shen Yao had no choice but to answer the call, pressed the hands-free button, and pushed the phone a little further away without saying a word.

"Shen Yao." A low-pitched male voice came from the phone, not angry but pretentious.

"Well," Shen Yao poked his head out of the window again, and glanced at the little boy who was interested in him, happened to catch a glimpse of him lifting the hem of his T-shirt to wipe his sweat, showing his beautiful abdominal muscles, Shen Yao's Adam's apple moved, Withdrawing his gaze, he casually replied, "Father."

"What are you doing?" the person on the phone asked.

"Nothing." Shen Yao leaned back, leaning against the wall behind, "sitting in the infirmary in a daze."

"You're just too busy!" The volume over there suddenly turned up a bit, "Isn't it okay to read two more medical books when you're in a daze? You're already 24, and you plan to hang out with your crappy band for the rest of your life!"

"Father," Shen Yao raised his hand to his temple, and his tone became a little more serious, "I told you a year ago, I can't inherit your mantle and become a doctor in the hospital. I'm not that kind of material , This idea has not changed now, and it will not change in the future.”

"You have never worked hard for it," the other end of the phone hated iron and steel, "You just say that you are not this material, do you deserve it!"

"I'm not worthy," Shen Yao laughed at himself, "I'm a school doctor, playing in a band will embarrass you, so I don't deserve to be your son."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The voice on the other end was full of anger.

Shen Yao didn't answer the call, and counted "one, two, three" silently in his heart. Not surprisingly, "The call has ended" popped up on the screen. He picked up the phone to turn off the screen, and dropped it heavily on the soft sofa.

Can't remember how many times this has happened.

Every call with his dad ended up with his dad getting angry and scolding him, and then hung up on him.

It's really boring.

Shen Yao couldn't figure it out, in the 21st century, how could he continue to carry on his father's business?

He knew that his father was indeed a very powerful doctor and worthy of respect.

But that doesn't mean he has to be a doctor like his father.

He has what he likes, what he loves, what he can do well, and he also has the right and freedom to choose his own career and the way he chooses to live.

Still sitting in this infirmary now is the result of his compromise with his father in consideration of the so-called family relationship.

However, his father was still not satisfied.

Shen Yao tugged at the corner of his mouth, lit a cigarette, then stretched out his head again, and glanced at the boy.

But unfortunately, the boy did not know when he had left.

The basketball was empty, and the little girls who were around before had already dispersed.

Shen Yao was inexplicably depressed, took a deep puff on the cigarette, and felt that he was in a daze again, he was still a high school student, he was already 24 his mother, what a low ass.

After taking the last puff of cigarette, just put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, there was a slightly hasty knock on the door.

Walking over to open the door, Shen Yao was stunned.

Di Xie, the person standing at the door is actually the little high school student he just peeked at for a long time, and his "President" companion.

However, Shen Yao was only slightly stunned for a second, and quickly recovered the basic professionalism that a school doctor should have, "These two little classmates, who is uncomfortable?"

The junior high school student hung most of his body on his companion, lazily raised his right hand, and said lazily, "I accidentally scratched my skin, this old cadre must drag me to the infirmary."

When Shen Yao's eyes fell, his brows frowned, and he saw that the originally white palm was now black and red. The mud, gravel and dried blood were mixed together, but there was still a not shallow crack in the middle. He couldn't help asking, "Is this still called scratching the skin?"

"Hi," the little boy smiled nonchalantly, "It's not a muscle injury, isn't it just scratching the skin? I know that all of you doctors have this common problem, and you like to exaggerate your symptoms."

I don't know if it was because of the wrong speaker, or because of the phone call from his father before, Shen Yao felt it was particularly harsh when he heard the words "doctor", and subconsciously retorted, "I'm just a school doctor, it's nothing doctor."

After saying this sentence, Shen Yao himself thought it was ridiculous, and waited for the other party to answer him, "Isn't the school doctor also a doctor?" But the expected answer did not appear, and the high school student was only slightly stunned for a moment, then provoke The corners of his lips nodded seriously, "You're right, you're not a doctor."

Shen Yao paused, and the topic turned back to the business, "Come in, I'll clean your wound first."

The class bell just rang, and the junior high school student walked out, waving to his companions, "Hey, you go back to class first, what kind of class is this, please tell the teacher for me, it's better to say it in a miserable way, so that I can talk about it today It will be up in the afternoon."

The "President" boy sneered, "Okay, I'll just say that your hand is broken."

"Hey Tang Yun of your uncle!" The little boy laughed and cursed, "It doesn't have to be so miserable, don't curse me blindly."

"You have a lot of things to do," the boy named Tang Yun turned and walked out, without looking back, he finished the second half of the sentence, "You said that your hand is broken, and you don't need to do homework for at least half a month."

"You can have this!" The little boy laughed again, "That's it!"

It wasn't until the back of his companion disappeared and the door of the infirmary was closed again that the little boy turned his head and said, "Fuck me", "This man is cheating on me again! I didn't do my homework in the first place!"

But that being said, in the next second, he raised his head and said to Shen Yao, "Would you bandage it up for me later, it looks like my hand is broken."

Shen Yao couldn't hold back, and laughed, this little high school student is really interesting.

He took out the hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls from the medicine cabinet, teasing him deliberately, "Didn't you not do your homework in the first place? Why do you have to bandage it more seriously?"

"It's fun," the junior high school student replied without hesitation, "It's so much fun to pretend that your hand is broken and you can't move it."

Shen Yao didn't keep up with his train of thought, and paused for a moment while twisting the hydrogen peroxide.

Realizing that these words might cause ambiguity, the little boy hastily added, "Hey, I don't like pretending to be disabled, I mean, it's just pretending, just acting, acting in a state that is different from the real self, or simply acting Everyone else is having fun."

Shen Yao understood now, "You just like acting, right?"

"That's right, that's right," the little boy nodded, "I want to go to the Academy of Film and Television in the future and become an actor."

"Very good," Shen Yao smiled, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "With your face, it is indeed possible to enter the entertainment industry."

The little boy wasn't shy in the slightest, he put his good hand into the top of his hair, deliberately made a handsome gesture of pulling his hair up, and even came up with a one-eyed wink, and said with a smile, "Master, I think so too." .”

Shen Yao paused on the spot for two seconds, looked away in a panic, and changed the topic very stiffly, "Stop being handsome, sit down quickly, I will clean your wound."

He would never admit that he was really picked up by a little high school student just now!

But fortunately, the junior high school student probably didn’t notice that his body was still and his mouth was not idle, “Hey, but I said, you look so good-looking, and you can join the entertainment industry. When I first came in, I thought Which crew came to film the movie?"

"Small mouth is so sweet." Shen Yao smiled, took the little boy's hand, and was about to wipe it with a cotton ball dipped in hydrogen peroxide.

But before the cotton ball touched his hand, the little boy's fingers shrank suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yao looked down at him, "Does it hurt?"

The little boy furrowed his brows for a moment, and then quickly spread them out, returning to his usual indecent appearance, "What's the matter with this little injury? Didn't I get touched by a handsome guy all of a sudden, and I'm not used to it."

Young man, good face, Shen Yao didn't expose him, and continued, "Then you get used to it now, I have to touch you for at least another quarter of an hour."

The little boy smiled again with the corners of his lips bent, and propped his chin with the other hand, a pair of peach blossom eyes lingering undisguisedly on Shen Yao's focused side face that lowered his head to clean his wound, "Hey, I say handsome guy, what's your name? ?”

"Shen Yao," Shen Yao replied, "Shen at three o'clock water, the one on the sun."

"Oh," the little boy touched his chin, "this word is not very common, it's the same as mine."

"What's your name?" Shen Yao threw away a blood-stained cotton ball and took out a new one.

"Hua Yi," the little boy leaned forward again, with a raised tone, "Playboy's Hua, Yi Yi Bright's Yi."

Shen Yao paused again.

It wasn't until a long time later that they were together that he told Hua Yi that their names matched each other very well.

In the dictionary, the definition of Yao is "sunlight, shining", and the definition of Yi is "brilliant, bright."

All in all, it looks very bright.

——Manual words——

coming!

Waiting, bow, love you.