Life With You

Song Xi kept walking downstairs with George Sheng and then asked, "What did you talk to Dongxu for so long just now?"

George Sheng said: "Teach him to learn badly."

Song Xi looked sideways at him with suspicious eyes, and said after a few seconds: "What's wrong with him?"

Song Xi still didn't believe that Gu Dongxu would be a demon for no reason, it must have happened because of a difficult situation.

The two went to the car and pulled the car door to sit in. George Sheng said: "One day he insisted on the principle that he had to bow his head to feelings, what do you think he would do?"

After hearing this, Song Xi was taken aback. She was a wise man. She only wondered for a moment before asking, "Something happened in his house?"

George Sheng replied with a faint expression: "In my opinion, it's not a big deal, in his opinion, it's a big deal."

Song Xi frowned: "No wonder he is suddenly abnormal."

George Sheng said, "Don't worry about him. It's a man who should stand up to his home. This is what he should do."

Song Xi whispered, "He has nothing to do in his life, except to be a good policeman." How uncomfortable should he feel at this moment?

George Sheng said as he drove, "No one says that dreams can't be had, but that time comes from idealism to realism."

Song Xi looked ahead, her eyes were white light from the street lights. Her voice was soft, and she said with emotion, "I and Dongxu are very close. Some people say that we are like us. In fact, we have different personalities because I don't have the same personality as him. With a desperate attachment, I want to be a good doctor, but now I also gradually understand the truth that the disease can be cured and the heart cannot be cured. I don’t dare to be the same as before, and I just want to cure the disease and save people without any distractions. Dongxu can. He wants to be a good policeman, just to act purely according to the law, not to favor favoritism, and every decision he makes is worthy of his uniform."

"Every time I see his energy, I feel that my life is very positive. Sometimes I am indecisive about work. Thinking about him makes it easier. I'm worthy of my conscience."

Song Xi felt inexplicable sadness as she talked, frowned lightly, she whispered: "I don't think he has done anything wrong now. Maybe I will choose this way if I am left alone, but... suddenly feels uncomfortable. Why do people face all kinds of choices when they are born?"

Those who decide their preferences are like choosing black or white clothes, and choosing large or small bags. These are enough headaches, not to mention those that once you choose, it will make you feel heartbroken.

George Sheng said: "If you don't choose, how do you know what you want more?"

His voice was very soft, but the weight of these words shocked Song Xi's heart. George Sheng was right. The choice is the process of forcing himself to recognize himself again and again, what is unique.

In many cases, one sentence can make people come out of a dead end, and Song Xi's heart is suddenly clear, and he is no longer afraid of the difficult choices he will face in the future. As long as he let go, it is certainly not that important.

At the intersection ahead, George Sheng turned left. This is not the way back to Cuicheng Mountain. Song Xi asked, "Where to go?"

George Sheng said: "Eat breakfast."

Song Xi just wanted to talk about what to eat for breakfast in the middle of the night, but he glanced at his phone. It was 5:38 in the morning, and the night city was dark and dark early in the evening, and the street lights were still on. Song Xi hadn't noticed just now.

He drove Song Xi for more than half an hour and drove Song Xi to eat in a remodeled old-fashioned courtyard house. Most of these places eat private kitchens, and he didn’t expect breakfast to be served. Song Xi expressed surprise to George Sheng, but George Sheng did not return. Only when the two of them entered the door, a middle-aged, fat woman recognized George Sheng and greeted with a smile. Song Xi then realized that she was an acquaintance.

The woman led the two to a separate room, and quickly brought a few small baskets, saying: "This is pork and cabbage stuffing, this is leeks and eggs, this is sauerkraut meat."

In addition to steamed buns, two large bowls of millet porridge and four plates of different kinds of pickles were served.

The woman didn't talk too much. After saying hello to George Sheng, she nodded and smiled with Song Xi, then turned and went out.

Song Xi suspiciously asked, "Is this a place to eat?"

George Sheng picked up the chopsticks, put a steamed bun for Song Xi on the plate, and replied aloud: "Her dad turned out to be my noodle countermaster. My dad likes to eat buns made by her dad the most. You can try it."

Song Xi lowered her head and took a bite. It was made of leeks and eggs. It was vegan, and it gave a strong smell of meat. She was looking for the mystery in the filling. George Sheng said, "The soup and the filling."

Song Xi took another bite and replied vaguely: "No wonder it's so fragrant."

George Sheng put another pork cabbage for her, and he only started eating after she finished the first one.

During breakfast, Song Xi chatted with him, knowing that it was the master’s death and passed on hand art to his only daughter. George Sheng is a nostalgic person. He ate breakfast at home when he was a child and was used to the taste, so whenever he had the opportunity, he would come here to eat. Something.

Song Xi drank the millet porridge that was boiled until it was glutinous, and his face was as usual and said, "People who are old-fashioned have a lot of affection."

George Sheng said: "Eating a bun still feels so much."

Song Xi raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "I am very emotional, but I want to pretend to be cold. Is this cool?"

George Sheng said indifferently: "Don't talk about the love and righteousness, don't give others expectations and fantasies, so I don't have to work hard to pretend, and the other party won't have to regret and disappoint."

Song Xijue's George Sheng used to be a cold and ruthless person, but the more he comes into contact with him, the more he will find his principles of life. It seems ruthless, but he just doesn't bother to go through those imaginary cutscenes.

If he cares, he will naturally help; if he doesn't care, he will be too lazy to betray the other party.

It was still early, and Song Xi had a rare breakfast, steamed buns, porridge, pickles, and the simplest foods, but Song Xi was overwhelmed. It was really delicious. She tentatively asked George Sheng, "I can Do you want to take some away?"

Adhering to the concept of sharing good things with everyone, the hospital also has Han Chunmeng and Ling Yue.

George Sheng went out for a trip, and when he came back, he carried the packed buns and porridge in his hand, and even the pickles were neatly packed in boxes.

Song Xi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, really eating and taking, but fortunately it was George Sheng's face.

George Sheng drove Song Xi to the hospital. When he got there, Song Xi untied his seat belt and said, "Come here."

George Sheng saw her intention and leaned forward in cooperation. Song Xi took advantage of the unprepared passers-by, kissed him on the cheek, and got out of the car with the bag.

I only slept for more than three hours in one night, but Song Xi was still full of energy and came out of her heart. She thought that Han Chunmeng would not be there so early, but as soon as she entered the office, she saw Han Chunmeng lying on the table.

Song Xi walked over: "Big cute?"

Han Chunmeng slowly raised his head, his eyes flushed, and his mouth collapsed in the third second of seeing Song Xi, and he was aggrieved to cry.