Why are the stars indifferent

Chapter 18

It was almost ten o'clock when Zhan Le woke up the next day, and there were several missed calls from her cousin on her phone, the last one was from 10 minutes ago.

Zhan Le sat up and stared blankly for a while, then took the phone and called back: "Hello?"

"Hello? Why didn't you answer the phone?" My cousin shouted on the other end of the phone.

Zhan Le took the phone away a bit, yawned and said, "I just woke up."

"Oh," my cousin replied, "Did your aunt call you?"

"No." Zhan Le thought for a while, took the phone away, clicked on the call log and looked at it carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing there, he raised the phone back to his ear, "No."

"That's good," my cousin seemed relieved, "They came to my house yesterday, and the community security came to take them away..."

"Ah." Zhan Le was stunned for a moment, unable to speak.

"I still say the same thing, don't pay attention to their family," the cousin said, "You can't have anything to do with these people, understand?"

Zhan Le doesn't really want to talk about this kind of topic when they get up together.

What Cheng Zai said yesterday is still in my mind, and I haven't digested it all night, but I understand a lot of principles, but it is still very difficult to practice.

"Then..." Zhan Le frowned, "What about Mu Mu?"

"They won't starve her to death," the uncle lowered his voice, and continued after a while, "You care so much about her affairs, do you take her as a concern?"

Seeing that Zhan Le didn't answer, he lowered his voice a little: "Is she as big as you are when you lose your mind?"

Zhan Le paused for two seconds, and suddenly fell into a confused mood, not knowing how to reply to his cousin, and when he recovered, he had already hung up the phone.

He found his cousin's WeChat, clicked on the dialog box, and was embarrassed to click on the wrong seven characters, typed and deleted them, and finally said nothing.

A person's mood for a day is basically doomed from the moment he wakes up, Zhan Le is not angry about getting up, but looking at every corner of the room at this moment is very unpleasant.

He sat on the bed for a while before getting up, went to the guest bedroom to pack Mumu's things, and called a courier from the same city to send them back.

Mumu didn't have much luggage, but after sending it away, the house seemed to be empty.

Do you think she is Zhan Siyi?

Maybe.

After all, Zhan Siyi...was younger than her when she lost it. Zhan Le had no chance to see her six-year-old, so she probably subconsciously regarded He Muxi as Zhan Siyi's two-year-old version.

Zhan Siyi is like a mother, and He Muxi is like an aunt. To sum it up, if you round it up, it should be about the same.

Zhan Le stood up, went to the shelf in the living room and looked at Zhan Siyi in the photo frame for a while, raised her hand and poked the little girl's face with her index finger.

"Good morning," he said.

"Is there no patient?" Cheng Zai stretched his waist, and asked the nurse who opened the door, "I'm so hoarse."

"Go eat quickly," the nurse reminded, "Maybe someone will come again later."

"Okay," Cheng Zai stood up and took off his white coat, "I eat two steamed buns at the entrance of the hospital."

"Why are you so miserable," the nurse laughed, "otherwise you wait a little longer, we will order takeaway."

"No," Cheng Zai took off his glasses and put them away again, "save some stomach to eat after get off work."

"Dinning with friends?" The nurse looked at him, "Is it for your girlfriend?"

"My friend said he wanted to show me his cooking skills," Cheng Zai said as he was about to go out, "Where is my girlfriend from, I'm so busy every day that I'm spinning like a spinning top."

The nurse said a few more words later, but Cheng Zai didn't hear clearly, so he waved back at her as farewell, and then quickly rushed to the steamed stuffed bun shop in front of the hospital.

"Doctor Cheng," the boss laughed when he saw him, "Are you eating buns again?"

"Yeah, I'm a little busy," Cheng Zaifei quickly said the flavor he wanted, and then took out his phone to scan the code, "Hurry up."

The boss didn't say anything more, he put the things Cheng Zai wanted in his pocket and handed them over, but when Cheng Cheng took them and turned to leave, he heard the boss muttering: "Why don't you come out to buy something when you're busy? Can't take out?"

Yeah, it makes sense.

Cheng Zai lowered his head and took a bite of the bun.

This lie doesn't seem to be very successful, so remember, you can't tell it like this next time.

The steamed stuffed bun shop in front of the hospital is good everywhere, but the boss talks too much, and if he catches him, he won't even think about leaving if he doesn't chat for half an hour.

It's really annoying.I will buy it next time.

Cheng Zai quickly finished one steamed bun, and when he was about to eat the second one, the phone in his pocket rang. He found it while praying that it wasn't the director or a new patient. It was Zhan Le's phone: "Hello?"

"Hello?" Zhan Le's voice sounded quite energetic, and the other end of the phone was still a little noisy, "Is there anything you don't want to eat?"

"...I don't eat shrimp and seafood." Cheng Zai was stunned.

"Allergy?" Zhan Le asked.

"No, I just don't want to eat it." Cheng Zai took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, "What are you doing?"

"Shopping for vegetables," Zhan Le was squeezed by an aunt and almost lost his footing. After turning half a circle carefully on his toes, he stepped the other foot into the puddle next to him accurately, "...fuck."

"No, you just buy vegetables at this hour?" Cheng Zai was a little surprised, "I really don't know what time I get off work. Recently, there are a lot of flu and so on during the changing seasons. The pediatrics department is very busy."

"I just... just buy whatever I want. It's boring to stay at home." Zhan Le looked down at his shoes, "Your kitchen has all the tools, right?"

"Well," Cheng Zai suddenly felt that the steamed stuffed bun in his hand was no longer fragrant, "he has everything."

"That's fine," Zhan Le said, "See you in the afternoon, Dr. Cheng!"

"... See you in the afternoon." Cheng Zai hung up the phone, stared at the bun in his hand for a while and ate it, after all, it is shameful to waste food.

It is obvious that the two buns are not very hungry. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Zai felt that his chest was sticking to his back. Fortunately, a little fat man came at this time, and Cheng Zai hadn't said anything to him yet. He vomited all over the floor with a wow, which stopped Cheng Zai from feeling hungry.

As a result, he has no appetite after work.

"I'm off work," Cheng Zai called Zhan Le, "Should I pick you up at your home?"

"It's okay," Zhan Le said, "I'm almost at your house."

"... Zhan Le," Cheng Zai was a little helpless, "Aren't you going to get a special chef certificate after cooking this meal for me?"

"Ah?" Zhan Le was almost at the gate of Cheng Zai's community, and now he was carrying vegetables and kicking stones while walking forward, "No."

"Then why are you so grand? You've been preparing since noon," Cheng Zai twitched his lips, "Do I have to kneel and kowtow to you after eating..."

"No! Fuck," Zhan Lecao said loudly, and an old lady next to her turned her head and stared at her in an instant, "I just... didn't I say this meal is to thank you! I just want to make it rich Just a little, thank you."

"That's it," Cheng said with an inexplicable emotion in his heart, "I'll drive, don't talk anymore, just wait for me downstairs at my house."

"Okay." Zhan Le answered and hung up the phone.

Cheng Zai was silent for a while, then threw the phone on the passenger seat and pulled out a box of mints from the passenger seat with his backhand, dropped two into his mouth, closed his eyes, and leaned back until the sugar in his mouth melted , he started the car.

Zhan Le waited downstairs for half an hour before seeing Cheng Zai's car driving in, he immediately stood up and waved to him: "Cheng Zai!"

"Ouch," Cheng Zai lowered the car window and whispered, "Didn't you notice that you're squatting here like a beggar?"

"Let's pass it on," Zhan Le immediately put away the smile on his face, "I haven't eaten for three days."

"Wait a little longer, I'll park the car and we'll go up together," Cheng Zai smiled, "You... didn't buy much food."

"Just the two of us can't eat much," Zhan Le said, "Why buy so much?"

"Then you start shopping for vegetables at noon." Cheng Zai stared at the vegetables leaning against the wall for a while, "I thought you had to look like a five-star."

"Home-cooked food, home-cooked food," Zhan Le patted on the car window, "I didn't want to stay at home after I got up, so I went out for a stroll, and after walking around... I arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market."

"Huh?" Cheng Zai looked at him.

"Annoying," Zhan Le said, "My cousin called me again, and I was so angry when I woke up."

"That's it," Cheng Zai stared at Zhan Le, suddenly seemed relieved, "I'll go to the car first."

"Well," Zhan Le took two steps back, "Go."