In the afternoon, Cheng Zaiming walked in and saw Cheng Yunxing sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"dad."
Cheng Yunxing shouted.
"Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you say it would be until Niangen?
Cheng Zaiming stepped forward, looked at Cheng Yunxing lovingly, and asked with a smile.
This is the first time Cheng Yunxing has been away from home for so long. When he was in school, because the Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine is not far from Xijing City, Cheng Yunxing would go home basically once a month, not just every week.
"Isn't this about graduation?"
Cheng Yunxing said: "I have to go to school next Monday."
"Tsk, how could I forget this?"
Cheng Zaiming said with a smile: "Unknowingly, my son is about to graduate."
"That's not the case."
While Xingxing was talking, he kept looking at the coffee table. There was a book on the coffee table, a thread-bound version of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases."
"Thin."
However, Cheng Zaiming seemed to have his attention elsewhere today. He was still looking at his son: "Aren't you used to being on the other side of the river these days?"
"Have you lost weight?"
Xingxing's classmate subconsciously touched his cheek. He felt that he had obviously become a little fat during this period.
I followed Fang Le to Jiangzhong, where I had a small banquet for three days and a big banquet for five days. I stayed in a hotel and had meat for every meal. My life was much better.
This is the year 1995. Even though Cheng Yunxing's family is well off, life in Jiangzhong this time is like a paradise on earth to Cheng Yunxing. It's hard to imagine that people can be so luxurious?
Cheng Yunxing even couldn't figure it out. Fang Le could be so cool and unrestrained, but he could still concentrate on becoming a doctor. If it were him, he would definitely not be a doctor. Being a doctor would be tiring.
"Come, tell Dad, what interesting things happened in Jiangzhong during this period?"
Cheng Zaiming sat next to Cheng Yunxing, as if he was ready to eat melon.
"Nothing interesting."
Cheng Yunxing's eyes were still drifting towards the coffee table, and he thought to himself: "Why can't I see it? Why can't I see it?"
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
After all, Cheng Zaiming was a doctor, and he was also the chief physician. He soon discovered that his son was abnormal.
"Let dad take a look. Your eyes feel uncomfortable?"
Cheng Zaiming stepped forward with concern.
"No."
Classmates Xingxing almost cried.
Why is it so natural for Fang Le to pretend to be better than others, but so difficult for him to pretend to be better than others?
"Huh."
Cheng Zaiming finally found the book on the coffee table and reached out to pick it up.
"The thread-bound version of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" is rare these days. It's my son's own. When I come back from a trip, I know how to bring a gift for my father."
Cheng Yunxing: "..."
"There are words in it."
Cheng Zaiming opened it and found that there were dense notes, insights and so on, and then turned to the first page.
"The book Mr. Xue gave you?"
Cheng Zaiming was finally surprised.
"ah."
Classmate Xingxing nodded lightly: "Isn't it just a book?"
"Isn't it just a book?"
Cheng Zaiming's voice suddenly rose: "This is a book annotated by Mr. Xue. Do you know the value of this book?"
"What's the value?"
Cheng Yunxing asked,
"You can't even buy it if you have money."
Cheng Zaiming said: "These kinds of annotations by famous writers are basically only original copies, one of a kind."
Not to mention Xue Shuyang, or any Chinese medicine practitioner, the annotations must be in the same book over the years. If you have nothing to do, read it and write down what you have learned. There is no possibility of a second book.
As he spoke, Cheng Zaiming flipped through the book, as if he had encountered something precious. Of course, the medical book annotated by Xue Shuyang was indeed a very precious thing to Cheng Zaiming.
"Mr. Xue actually gave you such a book."
Cheng Zaiming's tone was a bit envious.
"Well, I gave Fang Le and me a copy each."
Classmate Xingxing nodded.
"Oh, it turns out that I got some credit from Xiao Fang."
Cheng Zaiming suddenly realized.
Cheng Yunxing: "..."
For a moment, Xingxing classmates couldn't help but give themselves a slap in the face. What's wrong with Fang Le?
After being away for such a long time this time, Xingxing students did feel the warmth of family when they came back, but... why mention Fang Le.
"Stop chatting and let's eat."
Liu Mingxia came out of the kitchen and shouted to the father and son.
Cheng Zaiming reluctantly put down his book and stood up with Cheng Yunxing.
"I asked you to call Xiao Le. Have you called? Why haven't you come yet?"
Liu Mingxia questioned Cheng Yunxing.
"Fang Le is back home."
Cheng Yunxing said: "I'm going back to my hometown."
...
Jinbao City, Yushan Town, Fangjiaping.
Around six o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Yufen was still sitting at the door talking to people when she saw a familiar car approaching from a distance.
There were few cars at this time, and the car Fang Le drove was almost unique. Liu Yufen stood up from a distance.
"It's Xiaole who's back, right?"
There were also several neighbors who were chatting with Liu Yufen.
Now the old lady is in a better mood, her life is better, her nutrition is keeping up, her body is naturally getting better, and she looks many years younger than before.
"Why is this kid running back all day? Gas is so expensive."
Liu Yufen had a smile on her face and complained in her mouth. She had heard people say that the gas was not cheap.
"This little money is nothing to Xiao Le."
The person next to me smiled and said: "Xiao Le is now a doctor in a provincial hospital and makes a lot of money."
In these days, people in the village really have no idea about the income of doctors in provincial hospitals. They all make a lot of money anyway.
While talking, the car had stopped at the door, and Fang Le deliberately pulled the car aside so as not to block the road.
"Mom, third aunt, sister-in-law Ning."
Fang Le got out of the car, smiled and greeted the people at the door. At the same time, he opened the trunk, took out a handful of bananas, and shared them with the people at the door.
A handful of bananas were greeted with praises from a group of people at the door.
Fang Le stayed at home for two days before returning to Xijing City. The next day was the day to return to school. Fang Le's college career was completely over.
Early in the morning, Fang Le drove to pick up Cheng Yunxing and then drove to school.
Speaking of which, in addition to Xingxing, there is also a classmate in the class who he met once in the hospital. According to Xingxing, it was Lin Xiao'e who was his first love. Fang Le doesn't know or recognize any of the others.
But it's not important. At worst, my answer will be in vain.
It’s not, and I have no memory. If you really want to get along, then get along. If you can’t get along, how many people can you meet again after graduation?
Of course, at this time, the students were still innocent. They had not seen each other since the internship for a year, and when they got together again, many of them had a lot to say.
When Fang Le drove his car and approached the school gate, he saw a group of people gathering at the school gate from a distance, as if they were waiting for someone.
"Hey, why are so many people in our class gathering at the door?" Cheng Yunxing was a little surprised.
Fang Le glanced at the seven or eight people gathered at the door. Are these all from our class?