Why are the stars indifferent

Chapter 23

The yogurt that Zhan Le brought out was red date flavored, he was not used to the taste of pure milk, it felt fishy, ​​he had to mix some other flavors in it.

The sour and sweet taste filled his mouth, Zhan Le closed the refrigerator door, sat back on the sofa, and continued to talk to Cheng Zai on the phone: "Tell me what you said, I'm just on vacation."

"En." Cheng Zai responded.

"Just let me go to work," Zhan Le clicked his tongue, "I don't even get paid."

"En." Cheng Zai replied again.

Cheng Zai's voice was a little hoarse, and when he responded, the ending was dragged lazily and long. Zhan Le took the phone away, took another sip of yogurt, thought about it, and then sighed, helplessly: "Is it not possible today? ?”

"I have to go to work," Cheng Zai finally said in a long sentence, "I will go to the hospital in one hour."

"Night clinic?" Zhan Le threw the finished yogurt bottle into the trash can.

"Well." Cheng Zai said, "If our hospital is gone, I will go bankrupt, and I have to save it."

"Fuck, have you eaten yet?" Zhan Le smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "Did you just wake up? Your voice is hoarse."

"Just buy something to eat on the way." Cheng Zai's voice fluctuated a little, probably because he got up, "Tomorrow, we have an appointment."

"Hey hey, okay," Zhan Le said, "I see."

Cheng Zai didn't know what he was stubborn about, but after Zhan Le agreed, he did feel a lot easier.

Even the stone that was pressing on my heart was loosened, and I felt refreshed when I woke up.He put the earplugs in the box, took some bread or something, warmed it up and ate it. There was no milk at home, so he poured a glass of water. After drinking, he began to change his clothes and wash his face and so on.

He tidied up very slowly, as if he had to put on a pose with every movement. After tidying up, it was just time to go out, so he went straight to the hospital.

Usually there were not many patients at the beginning of the night clinic, but today there was already a woman with a child in her arms and an anxious expression on her face. After seeing Cheng enter the consultation room, she hurried in.

Then there was another checkup. The child was very sick and had to be hospitalized.

"Then can she eat bananas?" the woman asked before leaving.

"No." Cheng Zai said.

"Can't everyone drink rice soup?" She was still asking.

What's the connection between bananas and rice soup?They're not even the same breed, what's the question?

Cheng Zai wished he could pick out eighteen question marks and hang them on his head.

Maybe it's Lai Ji Changyun's news, Cheng Zai felt that he didn't like anything.

I should have gotten used to such strange problems and inexplicable connection methods that I encounter every day.

"Doctor?" She asked Cheng Zai with some doubts.

"I'm sorry," Cheng Zai took a deep breath, and still forced a smile to look at her, "She can't eat bananas, it has nothing to do with whether she can drink rice soup."

The woman looked at Cheng Zai again before walking out muttering something.

"Are you in a bad mood today?" The nurse came in and took a look at Cheng Zai, "Would you like some sweet treats?"

"Is it your macaron again?" Cheng Zai glanced at her and twitched the corner of his mouth, "No need, I can just adjust it myself."

"Okay." The nurse nodded.

After nightfall, the night outpatient department of pediatrics gradually gets busy. Sometimes there are more people than during the day. Cheng Zai’s temper just got worn out under such circumstances. Finally, when he left the hospital after handing over the work, he felt like he was floating out of the hospital. .

Ji Changyun's reflexes, which had been late all night, finally came back. Kazai Cheng called him when he just got into the car, and said straight to the face: "Why the hell are you blackmailing me again!"

"Once upon a time there was a man," Cheng Zai put on the earphones and started the car, "asked if the National Day holidays were held, and he didn't answer me halfway through the question."

"And then." Ji Changyun may not have woken up, and his reaction was very slow.

Cheng Zai sighed: "Then he was blocked by me."

"...Oh? Oh...fuck," Ji Changyun was stunned for a while before continuing, "I just asked you if your mother is fake, I didn't want to do anything else."

"It's fake," Cheng Zai said, "Do you have any questions?"

"...It's gone." Ji Changyun said.

"Okay." Cheng Zai hung up the phone.

After a night of torment by the patient, Cheng Zai lost his temper and mood. He was like a walking corpse. He drove home, put on earplugs and fell asleep on the bed.

The dreams are very complicated, sometimes when I go back to the university classroom, and sometimes when I go to the library with my classmates, but most of the images that appear are when I was a child, in an old courtyard, the surroundings are mottled, exposing red bricks and cement, It was raining, and there were three children standing in the yard. They should have gone to the eaves to hide from the rain, but they would rather stand under the tree and listen to the screams in the house.

"Which number is this?" The girl next to him leaned over and asked.

How many is it?

Is this the first time you want to run?

"I don't know." Cheng Zai heard his own voice.

"Anyone who wants to run will die," the girl buried her face in her knees, whispering tremblingly, "This is the third one. Anyone who wants to run will die."

After a while, she raised her head again, her dark and lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, her voice was even lower than before, almost drowning in the sound of the rain: "Do you want to run? You will be beaten to death if you stay here, Do you want to run?"

Thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, Cheng Zaiteng sat up, touched his neck subconsciously, and stared around the bedroom with his eyes wide open.

It was not known whether it was dark or the bright colors were suppressed by the dark clouds. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and he was wearing earplugs, so he could not hear any other sounds except the thunder that woke him up just now.

The phone on the bedside lit up, Cheng Zai came back to his senses, touched the phone and took a look, it was Zhan Le's call.

He cleared his throat, took off one earplug and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Damn, I'm planning to go back if you don't answer the phone," Zhan Le yelled a little depressed, "Didn't you let me cook for you! Open the door! You're still in the hospital, right? It's past seven!"

"...I fell asleep, sorry," Cheng Zai threw the earplugs in his hand on the bed, walked over quickly and opened the door, "Sorry, fell asleep."

"Let me tell you," Zhan Le stood at the door and pointed at him, "You must pay me today."

"It must be opened." Cheng Zai nodded and let Zhan Le walk in.

Before the lights were even turned on at home, Cheng Zai turned on the lights, and helped carry the vegetables Zhan Le bought into the kitchen: "I had such a whim yesterday..."

"Huh?" Zhan Le looked at him.

"Did it cause you any trouble?" Cheng Zai also looked at Zhan Le, touched the kitchen light and lightly turned it on, "I called you to come over to do something after a phone call."

"Isn't it a bit late for you to say that now?" Zhan Le smiled.

"I'll just talk about it." Cheng Zai patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay, I'm fine anyway," Zhan Le put the dishes on the table, "but I suddenly have a problem."

"Huh?" Cheng Zai looked at him.

"Why do I cook for you, and I have to come to your house with vegetables?" Zhan Le threw a few green and red peppers into the basin, with a tangled expression, "Shouldn't you go to my house, Ask me to do it for you?"

"...Yeah," Cheng Zai smiled, the smile on his lips was very weak, "It's such a miraculous question, I haven't thought about it at all."

Zhan Le didn't think about it either.

When Cheng called him yesterday, there was probably a hint of pleading in his tone that he didn't notice, as if he had been hungry for more than 800 years just to wait for this meal.

It was Cheng Zai's weak voice that he had never heard before.

"Next time I want to eat, hey, I want to eat my cooking again." Zhan Le started to wash the vegetables, "Go to my house."

"Ah." Cheng Zai looked at Zhan Le's back.

"Remember to pay your salary." Zhan Le continued.

"What should I do if I don't have money?" Cheng Zai walked over and leaned against the table, watching Zhan Le wash the vegetables, "Let me teach you to do your homework."

Zhan Le glanced at him, paused the movements of his hands, then picked up a washed green pepper and threw it on the chopping board: "I'll cook for you, when you're done, lie down there while I do my homework? What's the matter, now your hobby is not going to work, but torturing me, right?"

"No," Cheng Zai put the green and red peppers away, "Lin Xiangxiao studies every day, and I've never seen you do your homework."

"That's a god of learning," Zhan Le said, "I'm just a smashing academic scum."

Cheng Zai smiled again, and the smile was much deeper than before. Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell interrupted him.

"I'll open the door." Cheng Zai said.

He walked through the living room, walked to the door, opened the door, and stood outside the door was Ji Changyun, with a barbecue and beer in his hand: "Come and help me!"

"Why are you here?" Cheng Zai helped to take the things in his hand.

"Ah? I'll stay with you," Ji Changyun squinted at him inexplicably, "Aren't you in a bad mood during this time of year? It's cloudy and sunny, and you always have nightmares."

"Really?" Cheng Zai put the barbecue on the dining table.

"Yeah," Ji Changyun said helplessly, "You didn't notice it yourself, did you?"

probably.

Cheng Zai only remembered that he would fall into the memories of the past for a period of time every year, and he couldn't escape. The sound of thunder and rain would always immerse him in nightmares. As for his emotions, he really didn't pay attention.

Anyway, Ji Changyun was the only one who could touch his emotions in the past, and Ji Changyun's heart was so big that he could open a football field.

"... That's why I asked you if there is any holiday for National Day," Ji Changyun clicked his tongue, "I won't accompany you if you want to go to work."

Cheng Zai didn't speak, he opened a bottle of beer and put it on the table, then turned around and fetched three glasses.

"Who else?" Ji Changyun was stunned.

"Zhan Le." Cheng Zai said.