When she arrived at the hospital, it was still early for her appointment with Geng Jun. Zhang Moyan first accompanied Ms. Meng to visit her ex-father-in-law.
From a distance, he saw the door of Xiao Guotao's ward wide open. When he got closer, he found that there were already guests inside. There were quite a lot of them. At first glance, there were more than a dozen people. It must be some unit or association that organized a group to visit the national treasure-level intangible cultural heritage master.
The visitors were all well-dressed middle-aged and elderly intellectuals, evenly split between men and women, sitting dotted on sofas and chairs. Zhou Xia was not there, and Xiao Weizhou was not seen.
"There are so many people, do we still want to go in now?" The dignified chairman of Shiyue Group huddled behind Zhang Moyan like a rabbit, timidly poking his head.
"Let's go in," Zhang Moyan thought clearly, "The more people there are, the less nervous you will be, right?"
Meng Xiaoya shrank her neck, secretly thinking that her nervousness had reached a point where others could see it.
Zhang Moyan knocked on the door three times, but no one heard the conversation in the ward, so Zhang Moyan pulled Meng Xiaoya and walked directly in.
Several elders were discussing some topic. Everyone was listening with rapt attention and did not notice their entry at all. Only Xiao Guotao, who was lying east to west, had a clear view of the entrance. When he saw the two women who came in, he showed a slight surprise.
Strange, he suppressed his smile.
Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya felt a chill on their backs and froze at the same time, but fortunately, Xiao Guotao didn't say anything. He only looked at them for a few seconds and then remained calm as if nothing happened, and continued to listen to the talk.
This... should at least not be chasing away guests, Zhang Moyan felt.
Zhang Moyan took Meng Xiaoya, who had stiff limbs, and found a seat in the corner to sit down. He placed the gifts they brought on the table aside and paid respect to the last seat.
After listening for a while, Zhang Moyan gradually heard the clues. It turned out that these visitors were experts and scholars. The topic they were discussing was how to identify the authenticity of antiques from the bubbles in ancient porcelain. Although Zhang Moyan is a layman, the knowledge of antique identification is inherently important.
It's both refined and popular, and I find it interesting to listen to it.
But Ms. Meng seemed completely uninterested. I wonder if she was too nervous. She kept looking around and felt restless.
"Brother Weizhou!" Suddenly an uncle who was sitting facing the door shouted, and everyone stopped and looked towards the door.
Zhang Moyan, who was sitting next to Meng Xiaoya, suddenly felt a tremor in his side.
Xiao Weizhou, wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, walked in with a piece of A4 paper in his hand. When he saw a room full of people coming, he smiled broadly and said, "Oh, you are all here. I just encountered something small, so I was a bit disappointed!"
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Many people stood up and stood in front of Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya like a forest.
Someone asked Xiao Weizhou: "What happened to Boss Xiao? If you have any trouble, just ask. We can all help here in Shenhai!"
Xiao Weizhou politely declined: "No, no, it's not a problem, it's just that the lab report for my dad is missing a page. I asked the nurse desk, and it turned out that it was sent to the ward next door."
"Isn't this an international hospital," a woman's voice said sharply, "How come something like this is going wrong? Find out where the problem is and complain to them!"
Xiao Weizhou laughed it off: "This is just a small mistake. How can anyone not make mistakes at work?"
Some people disagreed and went online: "This hospital charges such high fees, so there shouldn't be such low-level mistakes. Since the price is high, the service level must be proportional."
Xiao Weizhou patted the person who spoke: "Old Li, the person who made the wrong order is a little intern girl. She is about the same age as your daughter. She was so scared that she cried just now! What if she is your daughter? What if she is your daughter? To the little girl
Give me a chance! I have already apologized."
That old Li was stunned, Xiao Weizhou gently pushed him to sit down, and waved his arms in all directions: "Everyone, stop standing, sit down quickly, what were you talking about just now? I think it's very lively, you continue.
Ah!"
Everyone gradually sat down again under his greeting, and Xiao Weizhou pulled up a stool and sat down right where he was standing.
He didn't seem to see Meng Xiaoya at all.
Zhang Moyan began to beat the drum in his heart.
The interrupted topic was reconnected, and the dozen or so experts and scholars present expressed their opinions, presented facts, reasoned, and gave examples, ranging from the best magnifying glass to use, to discussions on whether bubbles should float or sink under the glaze.
The atmosphere is getting more and more lively, and with so many senior people in the industry gathered together, if you are a collector who comes to listen, you will definitely feel that you will benefit a lot.
But Zhang Moyan no longer had the intention to listen, and her attention was entirely focused on Ms. Meng beside her.
At first, Ms. Meng stretched her neck and looked at Xiao Weizhou with shining eyes, but as time went on, she found that Xiao Weizhou was only paying attention to the few people who were talking, and did not look towards them at all. Director Meng was looking forward to it.
His long expression gradually turned into one of sadness and grievance. By now, his face was ugly and his eyes were red.
"Auntie, are you crying?"
Seeing the big tears sliding down Meng Xiaoya's smooth, tight but red face, Zhang Moyan naturally spoke out.
But as soon as the voice came out, she regretted it. Sure enough, Meng Xiaoya was startled, and stood up like a bubble being popped.
Everyone who was talking was suddenly silent. Xiao Weizhou turned around and his eyes flashed: "Yaya?"
The next second, Ms. Meng had grabbed her bag and ran out quickly without looking back.
"Auntie...!" Zhang Moyan followed her conditioned reflex.
Meng Xiaoya walked very fast, and Zhang Moyan finally caught up with her after jogging, and grabbed her: "I'm sorry, auntie, I shouldn't talk nonsense, don't leave!"
"It has nothing to do with you..." Meng Xiaoya mumbled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Xiao Weizhou soon caught up with them in the corridor, panting but unable to hide his joy: "Yaya, when did you come?"
Meng Xiaoya turned her head, determined not to look at the man who was speaking.
Zhang Moyan took over: "We have been here for a long time, and we are sitting in the room. Mr. Xiao, you didn't even see us."
Xiao Weizhou wiped his forehead and said apologetically: "I'm so sorry. There were too many people just now, so I didn't pay attention..."
"People with a little bit of aesthetic ability should have noticed me for a long time!" Ms. Meng blurted out. She is dressed so beautifully today. Isn't it enough to be recognized in the crowd?!
Xiao Weizhou finished his sentence and didn't know what to say for a moment. Ms. Meng realized that she seemed to have revealed her thoughts in the makeup, and she became even more angry, and she delicately broke away from Zhang Moyan to leave.
"Yaya," Xiao Weizhou, who has always had a dignified appearance and a self-possessed attitude, called her and explained in a panic, "There are so many lesbians in the room... You know me, I never look too closely at you. But I didn't expect you today.
I'll come over...I'm sorry..."
Xiao Weizhou's words were stumbling as hard as squeezing out toothpaste, and he barely had to rub his hands.
But the effect was still there. Ms. Meng stopped, turned half of her face, sobbed and condemned: "You are always so kind to others, but you are the worst to me!"
Xiao Weizhou felt like he had been wronged: "...How do you say this? I don't have it..."
"You were so enthusiastic towards others just now, and you also defended the little intern nurse!"
Ms. Meng's nose is as red as a carrot, and her watery eyes make me feel pity for anyone who looks at her.
Xiao Weizhou was stunned for a while, but then he laughed: "You said this!"
He walked forward, and Zhang Moyan suddenly realized that Mr. Xiao's posture was also graceful, vaguely reflecting the shadow of Xiao Xingyu.
"Yaya," Xiao Weizhou stared at Ms. Meng, whose eyes were red, and his voice was gentle, "I haven't seen you for many years. Since we are here, how about having lunch together?"
Ms. Meng moved, but her reaction was a little slow. After a while, she looked down at her watch and said coldly: "It's only a quarter past ten, what's for lunch?"
Xiao Weizhou seemed to choke for a moment, but his eyes were still on Ms. Meng. He pursed his lips: "... Then, let's go have a cup of coffee first."
Ms. Meng raised her head and looked at Xiao Weizhou suspiciously: "Don't you drink coffee instead of tea?"
Xiao Weizhou actually showed a little shyness when he was asked, and smiled slightly: "Oh... tea should be sold in coffee shops, right?"
"...What about those people in the ward? You don't care?"
"Oh, they came to see dad."
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Zhang Moyan silently and consciously retreated from the place at that time. She didn't feel that this situation required her to be the light bulb at the scene. Besides, her scheduled diagnosis and treatment time was almost here.
