After choosing a name, Zhang Moyan felt like he was reincarnated. He went back to the post and left a comment on the layer of Zhou Xia’s photos——
Not very worthy, Teacher Xiao deserves someone better.
After commenting, she felt that she was like a knight guarding the right path, and she felt a sense of pride that everyone in the world was drunk and I was sober, and she wrote the third highlight post with great satisfaction.
The third post is a fantasy post called "100 Things You Must Do to Fall in Love with Mr. Xiao"
Zhang Moyan read each item with great interest:
1. Feed the small animals with him
2. Take a nap on his shoulder
3. Make him a hearty breakfast
4. Let’s go to an amusement park together
5. Camping in the wilderness
6. Wear his clothes once
……
34. Holding hands on the road
35. Kissing under an umbrella on a rainy day
……
79. Living with him
80. Sleep with him
81. Stay in bed together on weekends
……
99. A grand wedding announcing the marriage
100.Have many children.
Zhang Moyan never knew that there were so many things to do in love. She firmly believed that if she had not had several unforgettable relationships, she would never be able to write such a detailed work, so she couldn't help feeling sorry for the Xiao family who wrote this post.
Little Winter Melon' worships.
Thinking about it, she has only watched two movies and had a few meals with her parents since she fell in love with Liming. The comparison with this one is simply too pale! If this is used as the standard, what is the difference between her and someone who has never been in love? This post is really good stuff.
Although she does not have such a gift of being born with sentiments, hard work can make up for weakness, and she can imitate it. She has a hunch that she will definitely need this thing in the future!
Zhang Moyan decisively copied this text to the memo intact.
After clicking "Done" in the upper right corner of the memo, Zhang Moyan realized that she and Liming had broken up.
She had waited almost 25 years for her first boyfriend, and she didn't know that the next one would not appear until the Year of the Monkey or the Horse. Thinking about this, she suddenly felt unmotivated.
At this time, the door clicked.
Zhang Moyan was suddenly startled, looking at Dean Geng who walked in pushing the lunch cart, and quickly stuffed his cell phone under the quilt.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
Based on Zhang Moyan's tone, this question was very disrespectful. Moreover, it was too retarded to ask. What else could you ask when someone is pushing a dining cart?
Would a normal patient ask the doctor "What's the matter with you?"
Geng Jun glanced at her hand pressing the quilt and answered politely with selective neglect: "It's half past 11, you should have lunch."
He pushed the dining cart to the side of the bed, helped Zhang Moyan place the small table, took plates of food out of the cart and put them on them, arranged them in an inverted trapezoid shape, and took off the silver covers one by one in a standardized manner.<
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A gentleman's rules.
The simple and elegant demeanor of Dean Geng's movements is a feast for the eyes. Zhang Moyan can almost imagine him taking the scalpels one by one from the nurse's hands on the operating table.
Teacher Xiao deserves it.
Geng Jun opened the wet towel and made a rustling sound. Zhang Moyan came back to his senses and exchanged greetings: "Why bother you to deliver lunch?"
Geng Jun folded the white towel into a square and put it in her hand, and handed her a pair of chopsticks: "I'm busy today, so I only have time to come over and take a look."
Zhang Moyan took the chopsticks: "I'm fine. If you're busy, you don't have to come here every day."
Geng Jun brought up a box of yogurt: "I'm afraid that won't work. Teacher Xiao requires me to call you every day to report your situation."
Zhang Moyan’s hand holding the chopsticks pauses and talks on the phone every day?
Let’s just say she is a tool person!
We talk on the phone every day just to talk about her condition. What is there to talk about about her condition?
There are also key points, which is what Teacher Xiao requires. Teacher Xiao is so good at it!
Geng Jun didn't know what Zhang Moyan was thinking about, so when he saw her standing still, he reminded her: "Eat it while it's hot, it will get cold later."
After saying that, he consciously turned around and sat down on the sofa nearby, picked up a copy of the "New District Times" next to him and started reading.
Zhang Moyan guessed that Dean Geng was waiting to collect the plates, so he finished the healthy meat and vegetable meal twice as fast as usual.
It was already a grand ceremony for the dean to deliver the meal himself, so how could he be embarrassed to ask him to collect the dishes? Zhang Moyan got off the bed lightly and put the dishes into the cart.
But in the middle of cleaning up, Geng Jun discovered him. He immediately folded the newspaper and walked up: "Let me do it!"
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Moyan arranged the last plate plug before he reached out with his long hand.
After she set everything up, Geng Jun pushed the dining cart away a little and asked seriously: "Are the meals in our hospital still to your liking? If you have any suggestions, you can put them forward and we will optimize them."
Zhang Moyan put his buttocks on the hospital bed: "It's good."
Zhang Moyan always talks briefly to people he doesn't know well, and every sentence seems to be perfunctory. Normal people can't follow it. Geng Jun nodded: "That's good."
After he finished speaking, he didn't leave. He put his hands in his white coat and seemed to want to talk about something else. Even Zhang Moyan noticed that he might have something else to do.
She hesitated and asked: "Dean Geng, do you have anything else?"
Why is it that when she says this kind of thing, she always has a strong sense of chasing customers!
Fearing that the other party would misunderstand, Zhang Moyan quickly said, "I can chat with you for a while!"
Geng Jun laughed at her unbearable emergency response and readily accepted: "Okay, let's talk." He stretched out a chair and sat down beside her hospital bed.
This seems a bit too formal.
Normally, it would be no good for a doctor to have a long conversation with a patient. Zhang Moyan couldn't help but straighten up and asked nervously: "Then what are we talking about?"
Geng Jun said in a casual chat: "How about we talk about your dreams?"
Zhang Moyan felt relieved, and then he was stunned: "Are these my recurring dreams?...What's wrong?"
"Do you want to know who those people are in the dream?"
Zhang Moyan's breathing became deep and long. After a while, she moved forward and her voice became tight unconsciously: "Do you know who it is?"
Geng Jun smiled and shook his head. The white coat perfectly set off his elegant and refined temperament.
Zhang Moyan straightened up: "Oh."
That is, how could others know what was going on in her dream?
She was quite disappointed. Just as she was deep in thought, she heard Geng Jun say: "If you have the opportunity to enter this dream and have a look, would you be willing to try?"
Zhang Moyan raised his head and paused for a few seconds, first understanding the other party's literal meaning, and then asked: "What do you mean?"
"I've been working on a topic related to hypnosis recently." Geng Jun gradually revealed the purpose of today.
Zhang Moyan showed an expression of willingness to hear the details.
"In your case, I think you can try to enter the dream through hypnosis. If successful, you can actively observe inside and search for more details or clues to determine whether it is a dream or a memory."
Zhang Moyan didn't expect Dean Geng to tell her this. After digesting it for a while, she asked doubtfully: "Is this feasible?"
"Not necessarily," Geng Jun said: "The cases I have handled before were all cases where the subject walked into a certain memory scene in a hypnotic state, but yours is a dream, and the details may not be very rich."
Zhang Moyan lowered her head and thought for a moment. For a moment, she tentatively came up with a point: "Then if the details are rich, can it mean that this dream is actually a real memory?"
Geng Jun showed appreciation and smiled slightly.
Zhang Moyan is silent.
These dreams have existed for many years. Although they do not affect her life, they have always been a mystery that puzzles her. She can wait for them to advance the plot bit by bit like squeezing toothpaste, but if there is an advance preview...
"I can try."
She should be very simple, as simple as taking a glass of water handed to her.
Geng Jun couldn't believe it went so smoothly and squinted his eyes: "Why don't you think about it more?"
