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"Oh, it turns out you were the one who cut off my appendix." Mo Xiao suddenly realized.
It¡¯s a coincidence, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be such a coincidence.
She is wearing a pair of high heels, her hair is just above her shoulders, she has delicate eyebrows, and bright lipstick. She looks very capable, but unfortunately, no matter how high the high heels are, they are still a bit shorter than Yan Yibo.
Yan Yibo stood tall in front of her, and suddenly remembered a passage he had read in a book - "The person is still the same person, it's just no longer the same as in memory."
At this time, several nurses passing by saw Yan Yibo greeting each other as "Dr. Yan" and looking at Mo Xiao.
"Yeah." Yan Yibo nodded and responded, looking back to the opposite side.
"The stitches will be removed after four days if the incision is not infected." Suddenly he said to her.
"Don't you accept disobedient patients twice?" Mo Xiao tilted his head and smiled.
Yan Yibo put his other hand into the bag: "Go directly to the General Surgery Department, and someone will be responsible for removing your stitches." After saying that, he passed her by.
¡ª¡ª"The doctor who performed the surgery on you is quite handsome, but unfortunately he has facial paralysis and his words are fierce."
He just left. Wen Jia's words rang in Mo Xiao's ears, thinking, "No wonder, because he is Yan Yibo."
His back was still so straight, and the way he put his hands in his white coat was more mature than she remembered.
Mo Xiao lowered his head and looked at the dirty toe of his high-heeled shoes. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly stepped forward and followed her.
"Doctor Yan." She also called him like the nurses just now.
Yan Yibo stopped as expected, and Mo Xiao caught up with him again on high heels amid a crowd of eyes.
"Do you have WeChat? We can add each other." What is Pi Hou? This is Pi Hou.
Yan Yibo obviously didn't expect that she would ask him for WeChat. Her "because of that" little daisy avatar appeared in his mind. He frowned slightly and wanted to say no, but what he finally said was: "Sorry, I never No more patients."
"That means there is?" Mo Xiao looked at him and explained: "But I am not an ordinary patient. We have been together since we were young"
"137xxxxxxxx." Yan Yibo interrupted her with a hint of impatience, as if he didn't want to hear her reminiscing about the past at all.
Mo Xiao said "Oh", picked up the phone and started searching according to the number he gave. In fact, she was still short of the word "know". What did he think she was going to say?
After typing in and pressing search, Mo Xiao only saw a simple period ".", his ID was actually a period, and his avatar was a smiling side face of a little boy, much like he was when he was a child.
Thinking that was it, Mo Xiao pressed "Add to Address Book".
"I've added it." After the operation, Mo Xiao raised his eyes, only to see that his hand was still in the bag with no intention of taking it out.
"Then I'll leave first. You can contact us via WeChat later. Goodbye." He didn't say much. He just waved his phone at him and then left wisely. Everything was as natural as old acquaintances exchanging contact information after not seeing each other for a long time. .
After leaving the hospital and getting into a taxi, all the smiles on Mo Xiao's face slowly disappeared.
"Master, go to je building." She lowered her head, her hair hanging down slightly to cover her face. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the mist that had appeared just now was gone.
She took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat. At this time, a conversation interface popped up, and a line of small gray words showed "You have added '.', now you can start chatting." He had agreed to her friend request, but his avatar was no longer the side profile of the little boy before, but an empty corridor.
Without thinking much, Mo Xiao clicked into his circle of friends, but she couldn't see anything except the background page.
His circle of friends is blocked from her, I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s for everyone or just her.
Taking back her phone, Mo Xiao looked out the car window. The early autumn sunshine fell into her eyes through the gaps in the leaves of the sycamore trees on the roadside. This feeling was inexplicably familiar, but she didn't want to close her eyes and remember it. She just slid down the window and turned her head. She leaned out slightly, and for a long time, she whispered towards the sun: "Yan Yibo, long time no see"
***
Yan Yibo sat at his desk and looked at his phone. He deleted all the photos of Ming Luo in his circle of friends. He then set Mo Xiao's WeChat circle to be visible, and then he clicked into Mo Xiao's circle of friends.
There are only a few sporadic statuses, all of which are weather emoticons, except for the last one.
""I took the train from Brussels to Amsterdam. I looked out the window and flew over dozens of small towns, thousands of miles of land, and tens of millions of people. I suspected that the only opportunity for us to meet in life has been missed "Single cycle"
The time was four years ago.
Yan Yibo's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Eh? Dr. Yan changed his avatar?"
At this time, a colleague came in, and Yan Yibo calmly put his phone back into the pocket of his white coat.
"Oh, it really changed! When did it change? Isn't this the corridor of our hospital?" Other colleagues also saw WeChat and immediately discovered the origin of his new avatar.
"Just changed." Yan Yibo responded calmly as his colleague began to look through the cases on the table.
"What am I talking about? Something must be wrong with you!" The colleague who made the fuss last time started to join in the fun again.
Yan Yibo ignored him and continued to read the medical records.
The colleague went to visit his friends again at the gossip venue, and then got even more excited: "You even deleted all the status about your brother in the circle of friends? This time you still don't admit that you have a situation, Yan Yibo!"
Now there was a commotion in the office.
"Yan Yibo, your behavior is unprecedented. When will you bring him out to see you?"
Yan Yibo just opened the drawer on the left side, took out a cigarette and lighter, stood up and left, paying no attention to anyone.
"This guy has a tough mouth!"
Behind him, colleagues were still gossiping, and Yan Yibo walked to the smoking room alone until their voices could no longer be heard.
He took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, and soon the smoke was rising around him. Feeling a little tight in his chest, he opened the door and stood on the balcony.
The breeze blew against his face, but he was not relieved. He blew out a puff of smoke and mixed the cigarette butt with his fingertips. He took out his phone with his other hand, copied her status, and pasted it into Baidu.
¡ª¡ªLeslie Cheung's "So Far So Close"
The song appeared before his eyes.
I clicked on the play button, the music slowly started playing, and there was a trace of sadness in my brother's deep voice.
The smell of tobacco continued to permeate the air, and the wind slightly ruffled Yan Yibo's hair.
"I took the train from Brussels to Amsterdam. I looked out the window and flew over dozens of small towns, thousands of miles of land, and tens of millions of people. I suspected that the only opportunity to meet in our lives has been missed"
When he heard this, he closed his eyes.
"Am I going to call you Dr. Yan from now on?" The young and immature girl deep in his memory was smiling at him, but soon this girl gradually overlapped with the woman wearing makeup and high heels just now.
He suddenly opened his eyes and turned off his cell phone. He raised his hand and took another puff of the cigarette to put it out. Then he threw the unfinished cigarette into the trash can. All at once, he pushed the door open and left the smoking room.
?????????????????? What¡¯s so good about an old-fashioned Cantonese song.
***
At night, Mo Xiao hugged her knees and sat alone against the floor-to-ceiling window of her room, looking at the night sky. The old song is still playing in the earphones. It's strange that this song is the only song in the old MP3 player that has been on an infinite loop over the years, but Mo Xiao never gets tired of listening to it.
Looking at the few stars tonight, Mo Xiao laughed at himself, maybe the lyrics were too appropriate.
She took out her mobile phone and entered WeChat. She was lost in thought for a long time looking at the portrait in the corridor. It wasn't until the song started looping again that she tried to click on his circle of friends.
He actually entered it at this point. He had no idea about her circle of friends. She flipped through his circle of friends, which had less content than her own. She looked up and down several times even though there was nothing.
It turns out he didn¡¯t block her on purpose.
In the dark night, the light of the mobile phone shone on her cheek, and her mood suddenly improved. She looked at the screen of the mobile phone and suddenly laughed stupidly.
But soon she couldn¡¯t stop laughing anymore, because she was smiling and laughing without knowing when her eyes were filled with tears. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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