Why did he dream about Xiangzhu, and what did she mean?
Lu Zixun raised his head and wiped the sweat from his head, looked at the sunset outside the window, and smiled bitterly unconsciously.
Xiangzhu must have known that he missed her too much, so she came back to see him.
His eyes fell on the photo of Han Xiangzhu on the bedside table. He reached out and was about to take the photo when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
It's an unknown number.
Lu Zixun frowned slightly, but he quickly answered the call: "Hello?"
"Lu Zixun, do you know who I am?" The other party was a low, slightly smiling man's voice.
Lu Zixun's frown deepened: "Who are you?"
The other party's voice was very unfamiliar.
"Old classmate, you are such a noble and forgetful person! Can't you even hear my voice?" The other party's voice still had a smile on it, and seemed a little dissatisfied.
Lu Zixun finally heard something familiar from his laughter: "Are you - Meng Xuan?"
"It's really rare, Dean Lu, you finally recognize my voice. Hahaha!" Meng Xuan smiled happily on the phone.
Meng Xuan was Lu Zixun's classmate when he was studying in medical school abroad. At that time, they were both students of Xie Xuanru and both came from China.
Meng Xuan's family came from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, but he was very interested in Western medicine and went to study abroad despite his family's objections.
The two of them had done several scientific research projects together at that time and had a good relationship.
However, later, he returned to China to get married and became busy after taking over the hospital, so there was less contact between the two of them.
It is said that Meng Xuan also returned to Qincheng to take over the family business, and has been obsessed with drug research combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine.
"Meng Xuan, why do you, a busy man, think of calling me?" A good friend who hadn't been in contact for many years suddenly called, which made Lu Zixun surprised and very happy.
"What? Can't I contact you if nothing happens? I'm in Yucheng. Are you free? Let's sit together." Meng Xuan made the invitation.
"Of course. Where are you? I'll go find you right now."
“You’re in for a treat today!”
"Of course!"
An hour later, Lu Zixun met Meng Xuan in a private room of a famous restaurant in Yucheng.
"Old classmate, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you haven't changed at all. You are still so handsome." After meeting, Meng Xuan smiled and shook hands with him.
"You are the same, you are more calm than before."
After being polite, the two of them sat down, ordered food, and started eating.
After Meng Xuan took a few mouthfuls of food, he kept staring at Lu Zixun's face and hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong? You keep looking at me without eating. Are there flowers on my face?" Lu Zixun asked in confusion.
Meng Xuan poured him a glass of wine and took a sip first: "I had some troubles with my family in the past two years, and I have been abroad. I just heard recently that your wife - she died three years ago?"
The smile on Lu Zixun's face froze, he lowered his eyes, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip: "Yes, Xiangzhu, she died three years ago."
Meng Xuan looked surprised and heartbroken: "What's going on? Okay, why is he gone? When I first heard about it, I thought it was a rumor!"
Lu Zixun took another sip of wine: "It's over. I was sorry for her and didn't protect her!"
Meng Xuan sighed endlessly: "Did you, the Lu family, offend someone? Oh, how could such a good woman like Xiangzhu -, I thought you and your wife have been living happily all these years!"
Meng Xuan sighed, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip: "I still remember the first time I saw Xiangzhu. It was during the summer vacation of our sophomore year in medical school abroad, and she came to find you, ugh
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Lu Zixun had finished drinking the wine in his glass. He poured another glass himself, drank it all in one gulp, his eyes were red, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Meng Xuan patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "I'm sorry, old classmate, I shouldn't have mentioned your sadness!"
Lu Zixun raised his head. At this time, he was already trying to adjust his emotions: "The matter is over! Didn't you come to me today just for a drink?"