Liu Miao brought a large cup of tea and a plate of snacks.
Yang Mo stuffed the hot popcorn into her mouth, then nodded to Liu Miao, "I still eat this brand."
The nice gentleman next to him had a suspicious look in his eyes.
"It's delicious. Do you want to eat it?" Yang Mo handed it over.
Mr. Haohao shook his head, "If you don't eat it, you won't get used to it."
Mother Liu was very hospitable and cooked a large table of food. Yang Mo sat over and Mr. Haohao was still sitting on the sofa.
Mother Liu waved, "Come here quickly."
Mr. Haohao had a bit of surprise in his eyes, and then he slowly got on the table.
After dinner, Liu Miao took the opportunity to pull Yang Mo and smiled, "I have something to ask Dr. Yang. Can you take my brother out for a walk? My brother doesn't like going out very much."
Yang Mo glanced at Mr. Hao Hao. He couldn't take so long and couldn't get used to it. From the outside, Mr. Hao Hao was no different from normal people except that he was quieter.
He even looks smarter than ordinary people.
"My brother just believes in Dr. Yang, and my mother and I can't do anything."
At Liu Miao's request, Yang Mo had no choice but to agree, "I happen to be going to the theater to watch a small theater. I'll ask your brother if he wants to go there."
In her opinion, a good gentleman will definitely refuse.
Liu Miao smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Dr. Yang."
No trouble, she was just going through the motions. Yang Mo walked over and spoke directly to Mr. Hao.
"Tomorrow night, one of my patients gave me two tickets, will you go?"
"Is it far from here?"
"It's quite far, but I'll drive there."
"Then go ahead." His expression softened a little.
Yang Mo was a little surprised, she didn't expect to agree like this.
Mother Liu laughed after hearing this, "Tomorrow, maybe. I'm going to prepare some food..."
"Mom, there's no way to eat in the grand theater. It's not like watching a movie."
Only then did Liu's mother remember, "Yes, yes, yes, I was confused."
"Then it's settled." Liu Miao looked at Mr. Hao.
Mr. Nice nodded.
After coming out of Liu's house, Yang Mo was about to call Ding Jiajia, but Ding Jiajia called back, "Yang Mo, how are you?"
Yang Mo wanted to scold this bad friend, but Ding Jiajia said: "Yang Mo, I think Mr. Hao is very good. What do you think? The Liu family likes you very much."
It turned out that I wanted to lead her as a red thread, no wonder it happened like this.
"If you say anything nonsense, I will go abroad to study for a Ph.D."
Ding Jiajia was quiet for a moment, "Don't leave, we can't bear to leave you."
"How can that work? I have always wanted to go out for further study and will come back in two years."
"If you think about it again, what's so good about going abroad? Your parents won't be able to let you go."
After hanging up the phone with Ding Jiajia, Yang Mo was thinking about how to take Mr. Haohao to watch a stage play. Let nature take its course. The next day, Yang Mo went to Liu's house to pick up Mr. Haohao.
After getting in the car, Yang Mo pointed to the seat belt and said, "Buckle it, the car I just bought has poor technology."
I don't know if talking like this is considered a threat.
Mr. Haohao didn't say anything. He looked for the seat belt as Yang Mo did. He pulled it twice but couldn't get it right. He looked a little embarrassed.
Yang Mo stretched out her hand to help, "I'll do it."
Leaning closer, she smelled a faint aroma on his body, which was not like the smell of soap locust, but a natural fragrance. She was not distracted at first, but suddenly she blushed. Yang Mo raised her head and saw that he had sharp edges and corners.
cheek, "Button here, press this when you untie it."
"Lebule?"
He shook his head, "It's okay."
"That's it, no problem."
Yang Mo started to start the car, and Mr. Haohao next to her watched her every move. When the car slowly moved forward, you could see the strange and novel look in his eyes.
"I shouldn't have taken you to such a noisy place."
"many people?"
"Well, the stage play will be a bit noisy."
"Your illness should be recovering slowly. I read your medical records a few days ago." She began to like neurology because of Mr. Haohao's illness. "Do you still have a headache now?"
"Yes, sometimes I still feel very fuzzy," he said slowly, "I seem to fall asleep like before."
"No," Yang Mo glanced at Mr. Haohao quickly, "Medically speaking, patients who wake up will generally not fall back to sleep."
"Really?" He turned to look out the window. The shadow of the city was projected on his face, rising and falling, as if everything was imprinted on it in the blink of an eye.
Yang Mo has never seen anyone pay so much attention to everything in the city.
"Liu Cheng." Yang Mo called Mr. Haohao by his name for the first time.
When he turned around, she realized that she had nothing to say, "Do you feel dizzy? If you feel uncomfortable, I'll drive slower."
"No, that's good," he smiled slightly, "there are a lot of people outside."
"Yes, the traffic jam is getting worse and worse. I wonder if we will be late."
He pointed to the book she placed in front of her handstop, "Your book?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Borrowed from the library, Goethe's collected works."
"Can I take a look?"
"Yes." Liu Miao said, Liu Cheng liked reading the most after being discharged from the hospital.
The book opened at once, right where she was looking.
Yang Mo said: "Nature traps people in darkness and forces them to always yearn for light."
He seemed to read it word by word, trying to match what she said, "Do you like this sentence?"
"I like it," Yang Mo giggled, "I like this sentence the most."
"Oh," he pointed to it with his finger and read the last four words of that sentence, "longing for the light..."
They arrived at the National Center for the Performing Arts on time, and the two of them walked all the way there. He was very tall, and he walked with an air of dignity next to her. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans with a hoodie on top, but he looked very energetic.
Yang Mo slowed down and wanted to ask him to stop and rest midway, but he refused, "It's okay, it's just ahead, right?"
Yang Mo nodded, "Actually, this is my first time here, so I don't know if I'm going wrong."
As a result, the two people walked forward along the flow of people, going up and down the steps. When Liu Cheng was out of breath, they arrived at the door.
Liu Cheng seemed to be a quiet person. Yang Mo was still counting the distance to the door while sitting in her seat. If Liu Cheng didn't adapt, she could take him away at any time.
But Liu Cheng was more serious than her, looking at the stage without saying a word, and seemed not to move during the whole process.
After the show was over and she walked out of the theater, Yang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "Was it good to watch?"
"I don't quite understand what the person next to me does? What he says is weird."
"It's a kind of expression technique of avant-garde drama. I can't say for sure, but I think it's pretty good."
"Those words don't quite rhyme, either."
Yang Mo smiled, "Then you looked at it so carefully. I thought you liked it very much, but when it comes to rhyming... I really don't know whether to rhyme or not."
The two of them walked very slowly when they went back. Yang Mo sent Liu Cheng home, "Are you going to the hospital for a review tomorrow?"
While talking, the door of Liu's house opened.
Liu Cheng said: "Go there early tomorrow morning."
Liu Miao came out and smiled to persuade Yang Mo to stay, "Doctor Yang, please come in and sit for a while?"
"No," Yang Mo refused, "I still have something to do. I won't be in the hospital tomorrow, so I won't see you."
Liu Miao was a little surprised, "I thought I could see it."
"I'm going to study for a Ph.D. next month, and I'm going to go home to see my parents."
Liu Miao was a little surprised, "Doctor Yang is going abroad? I won't see him for a long time."
Yang Mo nodded and met Liu Cheng's eyes unexpectedly. She said she was leaving in front of someone who trusted her so much. She felt a little disappointed for some reason.
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The modern part should be over in one chapter. I tried to control the word count as much as possible, as if I had written another story.
I originally wanted to send it in one go, but I’ll study the plot again tomorrow.