SFS 第817章 职业武替的7颗星宿（30）2合1～
第817章 职业武替的7颗星宿（30）2合1～
Song Yuesheng raised her face slightly, and the dusk outside the window cast a fine golden light on her eyelashes: "Although I sent him a fake death message, it showed that I had read it, but I never replied."
She unconsciously stroked the threads on the edge of the sofa with her fingertips. "I have to confirm it with my own eyes to feel at ease."
Si Shu's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly pinched her chin and turned her towards him: "Shengsheng, Xu Yanheng is a doctor." His thumb rolled heavily over her lower lip, "Do you think you can fool a doctor who deals with life and death every day?"
He chuckled with a hint of self-mockery, "Not everyone is like me..." His breathing suddenly became heavier, "I'll accept it and keep it a secret for you."
"I didn't intend to lie to him." Song Yuesheng looked into his eyes, her voice as soft as a sigh.
Because the time for her to meet her parents is not far away.
She wouldn't feel at ease unless she checked to see if Xu Yanheng was okay.
Si Shu suddenly buries his head in the crook of her neck as if he was deflated, and rubs the soft flesh of her chin with his canine teeth, "Go ahead, go and meet him." He groans with reluctance, "But remember——"
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing dangerously, "If you dare to stay out all night..." He pressed his fingertips hard on her waist, "I will be really angry. Really."
"it is good."
The man who got the promise hummed with satisfaction and rubbed the side of her neck like a big cat whose fur was being stroked: "That's good enough."
The next morning.
Song Yuesheng stood under the ancient plaque of Jishidiang, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the strap of his bag.
The familiar scent of medicine came out from the crack in the door, mixed with the scent of morning dew, making her dazed for a moment.
Although I have only been away for a month, the honeysuckle plant in front of the door seems to have grown half a foot taller.
She shook her head and pushed open the familiar carved wooden door.
"Doctor Tao." She called softly, looking at the figure standing on tiptoe in front of the medicine cabinet to weigh medicine, "Is Doctor Xu here?"
The scale in Xiao Tao's hand fell onto the counter with a "click".
"Song, Song?" She widened her eyes, as if she had seen a ghost. "Why... No, I mean..."
Song Yuesheng frowned slightly: "Is there something on my face?"
"No, no, no!" Xiao Tao squatted down in a hurry to pick up the herbs, "Doctor Xu is in the acupuncture room at the back..."
Xiao Tao didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Song Yuesheng's back disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
The scene of Fu Yunzhi making arrangements for her on the phone with a gloomy face yesterday appeared in front of her again.
Xiao Tao curled his lips, thinking that his third brother might be possessed by a demon.
Even though they knew that Song and Mr. Si were a couple, they still insisted on making her the "intimate behavior recorder."
The third brother is determined to steal my girl.
Song Yuesheng walked through the corridor filled with the scent of mugwort, and his footsteps made a slight creaking sound on the wooden floor.
She stopped in front of the frosted door of the "Acupuncture Room" and saw the warm sunshine in the room through the half-open door.
Xu Yanheng was bending over to take out a needle for a girl with a ponytail.
The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting a golden edge on his drooping eyelashes. The sleeves of his white coat are rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.
The girl was in her early twenties, and was saying something with a smile, her cheeks flushed with a healthy blush.
"Doctor Xu," the girl's voice was clear and pleasant, "Not only me, my roommate said that every time she comes for acupuncture, she looks forward to seeing you."
Xu Yanheng skillfully put away the silver needle: "Have a good rest and don't think about other things."
Song Yuesheng suddenly didn't want to disturb them anymore.
This is what he should be like.
Instead of getting involved in her chaotic life, you should just stand in the sun, be admired by energetic girls, and finally marry a girl as bright as the morning sun.
She took a half step back, and when she turned around, the ends of her hair brushed the door frame without making any sound.
"Student Song?" Xiao Tao looked at the person who had returned in surprise, "Isn't Doctor Xu here?"
"Yes." Song Yuesheng lowered his head to straighten his not-so-messy cuffs. "I suddenly received a call from the director. I'll look for him next time. Don't tell him I was here."
Xiao Tao said "Oh" thoughtfully.
In the acupuncture room, the cold light of the silver needle in Xu Yanheng's hand flashed by.
He turned his head as if he sensed something, but only caught a fleeting glimpse of a piece of clothing outside the crack of the door.
"Doctor Xu~" Miss Lin's sweet voice brought him back to his senses.
He calmly put away the last needle, and the metal made a crisp sound when it was disinfected.
"Ms. Lin," he took a half step back to distance himself, "You just have neurasthenia caused by staying up late. You don't need acupuncture every day."
The girl kept getting closer, and the scent of perfume mixed with the scent of shampoo in her hair hit her face: "I come to see you every day, Dr. Xu, don't you understand my feelings?"
Xu Yanheng put the needle bag into the drawer, and the dull sound of the wooden drawer closing was like a sigh.
"I told you during my first consultation that I have a girlfriend."
When he turned around, his watch reflected a cold light in the sunlight, "Please respect yourself."
"You're lying!" Miss Lin suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and the broken diamonds on her nails scratched the fabric. "What couple would not see each other for more than ten days? There are not many girls like me who take the initiative nowadays!"
"Please go back." He pulled back the corner of his clothes, and his voice was like a silver needle dipped in ice.
Outside the door, Xiao Tao came over out of curiosity. At this moment, she finally understood why Song Yuesheng left in a hurry - anyone who saw that scene would misunderstand.
"Doctor Tao?" Xu Yanheng's voice suddenly sounded in front of him.
Xiao Tao shuddered and almost dropped the medical record in his hand: "Ah! I, I came to find the purchase order for Angelica..."
Her eyes wandered, "We need to take inventory this afternoon."
"In Sister Zhen's office."
Xiao Tao turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't help looking back: "Actually, Miss Lin is quite nice..."
Xu Yanheng frowned: "Doctor Tao, you know that——"
"Knowing what?" Xiao Tao interrupted, saying earnestly, "Doctor Xu, without a confirmed relationship, it can only be considered unrequited love."
The third brother and Mr. Si are targeting each other in business.
But Third Brother is not only vigorous and decisive in business... The phone call last night made it clear that Third Brother will come to S City sooner or later.
Dr. Xu is a good person.
It is also for his own good to give up what does not belong to him as soon as possible.
"What happened to Xiao Song?" Sister Zhen's voice suddenly interrupted, holding a freshly unsealed moxa stick in her hand, "Fever or was he injured during filming?"
The silver needle plate fell to the ground with a bang.
Xu Yanheng's usually calm hands were shaking violently at this moment, his knuckles turning white: "She... is back?"
"She just left," Sister Zhen said in surprise, "Didn't she come to you to get medicine?"
Xu Yanheng almost broke open the door of the clinic and rushed out, the hem of his white coat knocking over the pulse pillow on the table.
Miss Lin stood there, looking at the panicked back of the always calm doctor, and finally her eyes became red.
"So... he really has a girlfriend." She forced a smile and asked Sister Zhen, "But why doesn't she ever contact Dr. Xu?"
"As for the actors, it was probably the director's request." Sister Zhen sorted out the herbs that had been messed up.
Miss Lin lowered her head to tie her shoelaces, and her hair fell down to cover the red tip of her nose.
This is the first time I’ve met someone I like so much, and he or she is already taken.
When she walked out of Jishidiang, the spring sunshine stung her eyes.
The moment the glass door closed, she heard herself say, "Never again."
……
Xu Yanheng's chest heaved violently, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes anxiously scanned the surroundings of Jishidiang.
No.
The figure he had been thinking about day and night was nowhere to be found.
His trembling fingers slid across the phone screen several times before he successfully unlocked it, and his nails turned white when he pressed the dial button.
The "beep" sound while waiting to be connected was like a blunt knife cutting his nerves. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, sticking his shirt to his skin.
Is she really back?
The thought burned through his mind like wildfire.
Did she return to her original world as he guessed?
Will you leave again?
Every assumption made his stomach twist, and his knuckles tapped the wall unconsciously, leaving white marks.
These disturbing thoughts, however, turned into a heavy voice when the phone was connected: "I'm sorry."
There was a slight sound of clothes rustling from the other end of the phone, and Song Yuesheng's breathing obviously paused for a moment.
"I should be the one to apologize." Her voice sounded like it came through a layer of frosted glass. Her eyes looked at the name of the school. "I originally just wanted to pretend to be dead to scare you for a minute or two, but I was too sleepy, and Si Shu took my body away again, so..."
Xu Yanheng's temple was throbbing.
"I sent you a lot of messages." She spoke faster and faster, as if she was avoiding something. "But when I came back from filming in Haiyuan City, you had read all of them but hadn't replied. I was worried that something had happened to you and wanted to come and see you, but you seem to have a new life now, which is good..."
"Sheng Sheng."
Xu Yanheng suddenly interrupted her, his voice almost whispering.
His distorted reflection was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe near Jishidiang. His tie had long been loosened, leaving red marks around his neck.
"Ms. Lin is a patient who came to see me," he said word by word, as if every syllable was tinged with blood. "I rejected her many times. It's not what you see."
"And you promised me before," his Adam's apple rolled, "not to push me away. I am willing to accompany you to relieve stress."
Silence spread in the electric current like a rubber band that keeps stretching.
"it does not matter."
Xu Yanheng finally spoke, his voice seemed to come from far away, "Take your time to think about it, I can wait. But Shengsheng..."
His suddenly heavier breathing became clear through the microphone.
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
Xu Yanheng's fingertips sank deeply into his palm.
Those dark thoughts were swimming in his veins again - he wanted to lock her in his sight, and he was the only one she could see.
The urge made his canines itch.
Xu Yanheng's voice was too heavy. Even if Song Yuesheng only heard the sound, she felt almost suffocated by the emotion.
She clenched the phone tightly, her nails scratching on the metal frame.
"Okay." The single syllable seemed to escape, with an imperceptible tremor.
She had to calm him down first, Song Yuesheng thought, otherwise if Xu Yanheng kept pestering her, it would delay her from looking for her parents.
**
A week later, Yuncheng Prison.
The gloomy sky was hanging low, and the gray clouds seemed to be falling, shrouding the entire prison in a depressing silence.
Song Yuesheng was still a little dazed when Si Shu brought him to the prison gate.
The cold wind blew in the air, bringing with it the smell of rust and dust. She subconsciously pulled her coat closer, and her fingertips felt slightly cold.
"Let's go." Si Shu said in a low voice, gently placing his hand on her lower back and leading her inside.
The warden had been waiting for a long time and respectfully led them to an observation room on the second floor.
Through the thick explosion-proof glass windows, one can have a clear view of the entire labor camp.
On the gray concrete floor, the prisoners lined up and mechanically repeated their work.
And Shen Zhirang was among them.
He was much thinner than before, and his once meticulous shirt and suit had long been replaced by rough prison uniforms, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing the hideous bruises on his arms.