Chen Hui only told Qin Sang after she returned and did not let her come because she was worried that it would affect her work.
Qin Sang happened to be in the team these two days and was very busy. After complaining to her a few times, she had to give up.
"What are the results of the physical examination?"
"It's okay! What can happen? Don't worry about it!"
Chen Hui comforted her on the other end of the phone, her tone was so ordinary that I really couldn't tell what was different.
Qin Sang kept it in mind and didn't ask too many questions. After hanging up the phone, he hesitated for a long time and found Zhou Fang's number through Xiao Hen and called him.
She had just finished playing and it was already a little late. After the phone rang for more than ten seconds, the other party finally picked up.
Zhou Fang probably didn't know it was him until Qin Sang reported his name.
"Hello, Assistant Zhou, I'm Qin Sang, I'm sorry to bother you so late!"
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and his tone stuttered for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: "It's you, Miss Qin!"
Qin Sang: "I have something to do. I want to trouble Assistant Zhou. Is it okay?"
Zhou Fang responded quickly: "That's what Miss Qin said."
Zhou Fang's cheerfulness made Qin Sang relax a lot.
She briefly explained the matter, but asked him to help check Chen Hui's test results.
Because the hospital is owned by Shengshi, it will definitely be easier for insiders to investigate.
Zhou Fang said nothing and agreed, saying that the results would be given to her the next day.
But the next day, Qin Sang didn't wait for Zhou Fang's call, not even a text message.
She thought he was busy with work and might have forgotten about it for the time being, but the second and third days passed and there was still no call.
Qin Sang was a little anxious. Zhou Fang usually didn't seem to be an unreliable person. Just when she was about to make another phone call to confirm, a message came in on WeChat:
【come out】
Qin Sang stared at the screen for a while and quickly typed back: [I have joined the group]
I thought the other party would give up, but unexpectedly the first message came in soon: [Don’t you want to get the physical examination report? Come out]
Qin Sang:【...Where are you?】
The town where the crew was located was four or five hours away from downtown Lucheng. She reacted and realized that he was now in the same city as her.
It's not as prosperous as in big cities at night. By seven or eight o'clock, there are basically no people on the road.
The hotel did not have an underground parking lot, and many cars were parked directly on the road. Qin Sang came out of the hotel and looked around for a while, but no one was found.
Until he honked the horn, and the sound was frighteningly loud at night.
She stood under the street lamp, brushed her hair blown away by the cold wind from her face, and followed the sound.
The car window was half lowered, and the man in the driver's seat had dark eyes and was looking at her with a smile that was not a smile!
Qin Sang wrapped her clothes tightly and ran over. It was extremely cold today, and there was white mist in her mouth.
"How did you come?"
Qin Sang was grateful to have come all the way in such a cold weather, but his already dull voice was wrapped in the cold wind, leaving no warmth at all.
Gu Yanzhi's thin lips parted slightly: "Even if it's a quick delivery within the city, you still have to pay a few hundred yuan for the five-hour journey, right?"
Qin Sang was stunned and subconsciously looked for money.
She didn’t bring her wallet, so she asked on her mobile phone: “Is it okay to transfer money via WeChat?”
Gu Yanzhi didn't know whether she really didn't understand or was just pretending to be stupid. He sneered angrily: "Qin Sang, are you kidding me?!"
Qin Sang took back the phone and the attitude on his face became much gentler: "Have you eaten?"
Gu Yanzhi was not a person who would buy some snacks and put them on the road in case of emergencies. Going back five hours ago, he must still be hungry during the afternoon break.
It's just that the small town is no better than the bustling metropolis, and there are very few shops still open in this area.
Qin Sang thought for a while and remembered that there was a noodle shop at the entrance to the town. Last time he passed by by chance, he seemed to have seen someone eating supper there!
"How about noodles?"
The man said nothing and glanced away solemnly: "Get in the car."
The temperature in the car was much higher than outside. After she got in, he lowered the temperature a few degrees to allow her to adapt.
The town is very small, and the car took two turns and arrived at the entrance of the noodle shop.
Qin Sang got out of the car first, stomped into the biting cold wind and ran to the noodle shop to order two bowls of noodles.
Gu Yan came in later. The yellowish and plain lights cast a particularly unrealistic sense of emptiness on the man with a dignified temperament.
His clothes are out of place here, but unexpectedly harmonious.
Qin Sang raised her chin. She had just wiped the stool opposite her, indicating that he could sit directly.
The tables and chairs were quite old, and even though they were wiped clean, there were still mottled gray-brown marks on them. It was hard to say he didn't feel disgusted with them on his face.
"This is the only store open, so make do with it!"
He said 'hmm', not sure if he was responding to her, or just a helpless sigh of his own.
Although the shop is shabby, the noodles taste surprisingly good.
Very simple Lion Head Yangchun Noodles.
Red soup, poached eggs, lion head, and a few green vegetables.
The boss spoke Mandarin with a local accent: "Are you two from out of town?"
Qin Sang smiled and nodded.
The woman's face is bare, and the skin on her face is as delicate and shiny as a full-month-old baby, tender and slightly pink.
Gu Yanzhi looked away and somewhat deliberately turned his attention to this bowl of Yangchun noodles, which unexpectedly tasted good.
Halfway through, the boss brought over a small plate of side dishes, "Try our local sour bamboo shoots!"
The boss is enthusiastic and Qin Sang supports him.
After thanking her, she took a piece and brought it to her mouth. The pickled bamboo shoots were cooked just right, retaining the tenderness of the bamboo shoots and soaked in the sourness of the seasoning. When she bit it between her teeth, a special flavor seemed to burst out.
The aroma comes!
Gu Yanzhi doesn't eat anything like bamboo shoots. Qin Sang knew this all the time, but she still picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and handed it to him with a smile: "Mr. Gu, try it?"
A sly smile flashed in her bright eyes.
However, the ends of his eyes were slightly raised, and he was sincere, packaging a provocative statement into a friendly invitation between ordinary friends.
Qin Sang was determined that he would not eat it. She knew very well how much he hated bamboo shoots.
But she miscalculated.
Gu Yanzhi just glanced at her lightly, then bent down and leaned over, slightly opening his thin lips, and took his chopsticks in his mouth.
Qin Sang: "..."
She was stiff for a moment, and her expression became extremely unnatural.
Qin Sang threw down her chopsticks and stood up and walked out: "I've finished eating, let's go!"
She felt like she had shot herself in the foot, but she still felt annoyed and aggrieved that she couldn't even cry out in pain!
Suddenly it was snowing outside.
Qin Sang opened the heavy curtain and took a mouthful of cold air, which made her cough several times!
Gu Yanzhi came out and took off his coat casually.
"Need not......"
Before Qin Sang finished speaking, the coat was already draped over her body.
He was tall and long and stood on her side. Qin Sang had to tilt her head slightly to look at him: "How are you going back?"
Driving in heavy snow is very dangerous.
Gu Yanzhi raised his hand to check the time, then turned his watch towards her——
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
No matter how fast we drive back, it will be early in the morning. If we drive slower, it will probably be the next morning.
His eyes were cold and cold, as if wrapped in a sense of sarcasm.
As if questioning her: Doesn't your conscience hurt?