Chapter 132

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five days later, song Xuanhe and Xiao yuanmu finally returned to y city.

Originally, he planned to fly directly to Y City, but at that time, song Xuan and his wound had been infected. Dr. Nathan suggested that song Xuan and his wound should go to Z country, the neighboring country of X country, to stabilize the wound for a few days before returning to y city. Therefore, Xiao yuanmu ignored song Xuan he's protest and stayed in Z country for three days to make sure that everything was stable before leaving for Y City.

Y municipal hospital.

After Dr. Nathan changed the medicine for song Xuanhe, he soon brought a man to song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe looked at him and said, "long time no see, doctor Yu."

"Mr. Song." Yu Yan nodded coldly, "listen to the teacher say you and I are old friends, but I remember we only met a few times."

"But Zhou Nan and I are good friends." Song Xuan and goulip said, "please sit down."

Yu Yan's expression changed slightly. After seeing song Xuanhe, he sat down beside him. Dr. Nathan said something with a smile and left by himself.

"What do you want me to do?"

Song Xuanhe looked at the closed door and said, "I know you worked in the Xiao family before, so I want to ask you about the current situation of the Xiao family."

"I only stayed at Xiao's for a month." "I don't know about the Xiao family," Yu said

"Was it Xiao baicong who was in trouble before?" Song Xuanhe said, "there are several doctors in the Xiao family. Are the people in charge of each doctor different?"

"I can't answer your first question." Yu Yan said: "second, I can tell you that the Xiao family has its own medical team. Each doctor has his own professional field of responsibility. He is not the personal doctor of a certain owner of the Xiao family."

"But there are better or more familiar hosts." Song Xuanhe said: "otherwise, how can there be a difficult incident."

"This has nothing to do with the Xiao family. It's just an unavoidable situation in every workplace." Yu Yan look light: "there will be competition between the peer pressure, very normal."

Song Xuan and pick eyebrows: "then how can you follow Xiao yuanmu alone now?"

"Because Dr. Nathan is my teacher." Yu Yan said: "if you want to know something, I suggest you ask Mr. Xiao instead of me. If he wants you to know, you can know everything. If he doesn't want you to know, it's useless to ask me. I know that your relationship and the relationship between lovers can't last long if they need to be explained by others."

In the last sentence, Yu Yan's face sank a little, obviously thinking of something.

Song Xuanhe knew what character Zhou Nan was, and also knew that Zhou Nan was really unreasonable in the relationship between Zhou Nan and Yu Yan. As Zhou Nan's friend, he also wanted to poke Yu Yan's pain, so he changed the topic and said, "do you know how to be quick after wound infection? And I suddenly want to eat boiled fish fillets very much. Can I have them? "

"I heard from the teacher that you are in good health. Now that the wound has been treated, you can go back to cultivate soon. You don't need too much time to recover. Boiled fish should be eaten after you recover."

Yu Yan got up and said, "if there is nothing else, I will go out first."

Song Xuanhe nodded, and then said, "my mobile phone has been taken away by Xiao yuanmu. If it's convenient, please tell Zhou Nan that I'm in Y City now, but don't tell him my current situation, please."

Yu Yan pauses, purses his mouth and wants to refuse. But he sees Xiao yuanmu push the door in. He swallows his words again, nods to Xiao yuanmu and leaves the ward.

"What can I do for you?" Xiao yuanmu went to song Xuan and put the porridge on the table. He opened the lid of the incubator and said, "the chicken porridge you want to drink."

"How little meat." Song Xuanhe picked up the spoon and stirred it. He lowered his eyes and said, "I want to ask him about your situation in the Xiao family. I didn't expect that he would disclose a word."

Xiao yuanmu took out the prepared side dishes one by one and put them in front of song Xuan and congwan. He said faintly, "if you want to know anything, just ask me."

Song Xuanhe put down his spoon: "how are your father and Xiao's family now?"

"Still in treatment." Xiao yuanmu sat down on the other side of the table, his tone difficult to distinguish: "his doctors are very careful, he is in good condition now."

"You have taken so much time to find me in country x, don't you need to see him?"

Xiao yuanmu raised his eyes, looked at Song Xuan and his drooping eyelashes, and said, "your wound has not been good before, so I haven't told you."

"What?" Song Xuanhe's eyes collided with Xiao yuanmu's.

"Dr. Nathan said you can leave the hospital tomorrow. I've sent someone to clean up my apartment. You can move to my apartment tomorrow."

Song Xuan and Tong Ren shook for a moment. Gu said to him: "this is a gunshot wound. Can I recover so quickly?"

"Your wound didn't hurt your internal organs and bones. It's already recovering very quickly." Xiaoyuanmu light way: "now the infection has been dealt with, just need to wait for the wound healing, go back to someone will help you change the dressing.""I think..."

"Don't you like hospitals?" Xiao yuanmu looked at him and said, "or just don't want to live with me?"

"No Song Xuanhe pursed his mouth and said, "let's leave the hospital tomorrow."

Xiao yuanmu nodded and quietly watched song Xuan and congee.

After song Xuanhe finished drinking, he cleaned up the table and waited for people to clean up everything. Then he said, "when your wound is healed, I'll make you what you want to eat."

Song Xuanhe leaned on the pillow and looked up at Xiao yuanmu. Suddenly he thought of something. A trace of ill will flashed through his eyes and asked, "do everything?"

"What would you like to eat?"

Song Xuan and his eyes flashed. He put his hand around Xiao yuanmu's neck and looked straight at his lips. At the end of his eyes, he said, "guess."

As soon as his eyes darkened, Xiao yuanmu leaned over to kiss his lips. In order not to tear his wounds like last time, he kept pressing song Xuan and not letting him move. He was kissing and whispering: "you can eat anything."

After they separated, Xiao yuanmu opened the computer office he brought with him as usual. Song Xuanhe took his camera and looked at the photos he had taken before. Occasionally, inspiration came to draw a picture on the paper. Only after more than five minutes, Xiao yuanmu's sight would sweep. Then song Xuanhe put down Bi and leaned back on his pillow, because it was all this operation in these days, which was very important He is very familiar with song Xuanhe's movements.

"Don't move."

Xiao yuanmu only gave a faint reminder, and then went on with his work.

Song Xuanhe raises his eyebrows, takes the sketch book before he gets up, and paints it to Xiao yuanmu.

Xiao yuanmu raised his head. Before he could speak, song Xuanhe said, "my sketch will take two minutes."

"Don't involve the wound."

Xiao yuanmu continued to work. Song Xuan and brush finished sketching and looked forward. In the past few days in the hospital, he has spent countless copies of Xiao yuanmu's sketches, each of which is not delicate, but vividly depicts his own shadow. One can see at a glance the action form and mood of the people in the painting at that time.

Louis once saw song Xuanhe's paintings, which were very novel, because there were not only sketches in this book, but also some silent paintings relying on memory and imagination. But no matter what they were, Xiao yuanmu's mood always became very easy to understand in Song Xuanhe's paintings.

Song Xuanhe never deliberately portrays his eyebrows and eyes, but the people who look at the painting can understand Xiao yuanmu's mood through the painting, which is a very magical experience.

People in Mingming's paintings can recognize Xiao yuanmu at a glance. People in Mingming's paintings all have the usual shadow of Xiao yuanmu, but it seems different from what they see.

This is Xiao yuanmu in Song Xuanhe's eyes.

Simple, pure, without a trace of hazy and unpredictable.

Louis asked song Xuanhe, "how do you guess Xiao's mood through his unchanging expression and his eyes that can't see any emotion? And how do you draw this painting? I suddenly feel that Xiao has become very easy to understand. Obviously nothing has changed, but it seems that everything has changed. If you can, can you draw me? I'm curious what I look like in your eyes. "

Song Xuanhe had planned to agree, because in his opinion, everyone is practicing painting. However, before he agreed, Xiao yuanmu came back. He refused Louis's request for song Xuanhe.

Xiao yuanmu said: "he can only draw me."

Louis left angrily, and song Xuanhe's book added many sketches of Xiao yuanmu in different situations. Xiao yuanmu occasionally flipped over a picture and frowned when he saw it. He seemed to be lost in meditation.

Once song Xuanhe asked him, "what do you frown at my painting?"

Xiao yuanmu did not look away from the paintings in his hand. He said in a low voice, "what do you think when you draw these paintings?"

"Nothing." Song Xuanhe said, "it's just painting."

Xiao yuanmu then asked, "what did you think I was thinking when you drew me?"

"Work?" Song Xuanhe speculated: "is the cooperation case a success? Is the project proposed by others feasible? Think about the next step..."

"No Xiao yuanmu lightly interrupts song Xuanhe, unfolds the book in his hand to song Xuanhe, points to his eyes in the painting, and says, "I'm thinking of you."

Song Xuan and a Leng, did not answer.

Xiao yuanmu continued: "at that time, you had painted for three minutes and fifteen seconds. I was thinking about whether to remind you."

After Song Xuan and Xiao yuanmu pause, they turn to the next picture. The man in the picture looks up at the person outside the picture. His eyebrows are sharp, but his eyes are not sharp. Instead, they are soft: "this is the time when you want to eat mango."

Song Xuan coughed, frowned and asked, "when did I act like a spoiler?"

"You told me that if you don't eat mango, the wound will get worse." Xiao yuanmu glanced at him lightly: "isn't it coquetry?"

"And you're thinking about me, too?" Song Xuan and Mei pick their eyebrows.

"I was thinking, if I gave you mango, would you kiss me, just like you bribed me when you said you wanted to eat drumsticks?"Song Xuanhe glared: "I was just an accident that time!"

Just after changing the medicine, he happened to see a picture of chicken leg rice sent by someone else when playing with his mobile phone. The picture was very attractive, which made him eat too light for a period of time. Song Xuan and salivated so much that he asked Xiao yuanmu. Without even thinking about it, Xiao yuanmu refused him, and even said very heartlessly: "not only can you not eat it today, but you can't finish it in your wound Before full recovery, you can't touch anything oily and spicy. I'll look at you. "

Song Xuanhe was under his strict supervision for a few days. In addition, he had something on his mind and was depressed for a long time. When he was angry for a moment, he asked him, "don't you want to work? Is it hard to stay here all the time and not let others buy it for me? "

Xiao yuanmu raised his eyebrows and said, "I've arranged more than ten people inside and outside. No one can avoid my people to give you food."

Song Xuanhe knows that he can't help but pull up the quilt and want to lie down, but he forgets that he still has a needle on his hand. As soon as he moves, the blood flows back quickly, and even the needle on his arm moves. When Xiao yuanmu sees it, he quickly wants to press his wound and then calls the doctor to come over. However, he didn't expect that song Xuan and he would have to be stable if they were not sitting at that time Pull, instantly released strength to fall to him.

As soon as he fell down, Xiao yuanmu went to help him again. They bumped into each other so carelessly, and their mouths rubbed lightly.

Song Xuanhe didn't expect that Xiao yuanmu would describe the accident as a deliberate act of coquetry and kiss him to bribe him, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not going to bribe you for a drumstick."

Xiao yuanmu said, "I will miss you because you kiss me."

A plain and light sentence with no ups and downs was said by his clear voice to be more abstinent, but song Xuanhe turned red and stopped arguing with him.

Later, every time song Xuan and Xiao yuanmu painted, they would always have words in their minds: I'm thinking of you.

After five minutes, Xiao yuanmu looked up and saw song Xuanhe's eyes flickering. He didn't know what he was thinking. His action with the sketch book didn't seem to affect his waist muscles, which should not affect the wound.

But he still reminded: "five minutes."

Song Xuanhe suddenly came back to himself, but he didn't get rid of his memory completely. Without thinking, he blurted out: "are you thinking about me?"

Xiao yuanmu's typing fingers were suspended in the air.

Song Xuanhe reacted instantly. He looked away and said, "you just looked like you were thinking about me, but I think it's better to work hard when you work. After all, I'm sitting here. You don't need to think much."

"What were you thinking about?"

Xiao yuanmu closed the computer, his fingers crossed, his long straight eyelashes facing song Xuanhe's direction, his dark eyes shining.

"What am I thinking?" Song Xuanhe blinked his eyes, innocent expression: "you should know that I don't want anything when I draw."

Xiao yuanmu hooked his lips and said, "I thought you were thinking of me."

"You're right in front of me." Song Xuanhe said, "what else can I think of?"

Xiao yuanmu asked, "do you mean that you will think when I am away?"

Song Xuan and choked for a moment, reluctantly said: "I may think about it occasionally."

"Under what circumstances?"

Hearing that Xiao yuanmu seemed to be interested in this topic, song Xuanhe covered the wound, frowned a little and said, "I'll lie down for a while. The wound is a little uncomfortable. Call me when I eat."

With that, he had put the sketch book on the table, retracted himself into the quilt and closed his eyes.

Xiao yuanmu's eyes flashed a smile and said, "good afternoon."

Song Xuanhe didn't make a sound. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

The warm air of the air conditioner is flowing, and the sound of Xiao yuanmu tapping on the keyboard rings gently. Occasionally, he can smell the cold fragrance floating in the air, which is almost ethereal. That's the smell of Xiao yuanmu.

Song Xuanhe closed his eyes and breathed the air with almost no smell of disinfectant. Listening to the continuous light sound nearby, it was like the air was leisurely, comfortable and warm, which made his eyebrows stretch out and he went to sleep a little bit.

Not far away, the sound of Xiao yuanmu's tapping on the keyboard stops. He slowly gets up and walks to song Xuan and his bed. After watching for a long time, he kisses him lightly on the corner of his mouth, and then returns to his original position to continue working.

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