The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

Wu Dongqiang's death did not hold back the pace of life.

Autumn passed by winter, and winter followed by another year, year after year, and nothing has changed.

Wu Yuan's career has been smooth sailing. Lu Shenxing teaches in a middle school near the hospital where he works, separated by four or five traffic lights.

"Teacher, I have prepared all the dishes for you to eat at night." Wu Yuan is used to calling this man like this.

Lu Shenxing brushed his teeth in the bathroom, and said vaguely, "Are you working overtime?"

Wu Yuan closed the refrigerator door, "Yeah."

He was worried again, and posted the post-it notes he needed to explain.

Wu Yuan likes to plan everything well, fully control and implement it in an orderly manner.

Lu Shenxing does whatever he wants and enjoys life to surprise him.

They are two kinds of people, completely different, but sharing the same bed, comfortable and beautiful.

Lu Shenxing came out after washing his face. The clothes and pants to be worn were all on the bedside, including socks. Of course, there were people waiting there.

"Today will be heavy rain, you remember to bring back the potted flowers from your office balcony." Wu Yuan smoothed the wrinkles of his coat, put it on Lu Shenxing, and buttoned his eyebrows, earnestly paying attention.

Lu Shenxing touched Wu Yuan's neck, slowly rubbing it, "Have you ever been bored?" Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every day, it is impossible to change him.

Wu Yuan chuckled lightly, his brows twitched softly, "Teacher, I like you to rely on me."

Lu Shenxing lowered his head slightly. He looked at this person who was about the same height as himself, from a young boy to a confident and steady young man, the brilliance of the transformation.

He is proud.

The temperature in the morning was a bit cold, Lu Shenxing got into the car and Wu Yuan turned on the air conditioner.

After a while, Lu Shenxing in the passenger seat fell asleep.

At the crossroads, when he waited for the red light, Wu Yuan held Lu Shenxing's hand and woke him up, "I asked you to go to bed early last night, so you have to watch that episode of TV."

Listening to Wu Yuan's helpless tone, Lu Shenxing yawned, "Didn't you tell me to watch it?" He doesn't like watching TV at all. Wu Yuan recommended one, urban love, and the plot didn't feel novel.

Wu Yuan's ears glowed suspiciously, "Then what did you watch last night?"

Lu Shenxing yawned again, "The protagonist and the heroine have proposed marriage, what else... I can't remember."

The next moment, Lu Shenxing suddenly turned his head to look at the young man next to him. A smile filled his eyes. It turned out that this was what he saw.

propose.

When the car stopped by the road, Lu Shenxing leaned over to kiss Wu Yuan's face, opened the door and got out of the car, pretending to be disappointed that he didn't see Wu Yuan.

As soon as the car left, Lu Shenxing turned to buy a ring.

When he was picking the ring, Wu Yuan had just checked the room. Before he entered the office, he temporarily underwent a routine operation. The patient had severe intestinal necrosis and hemorrhage. The family members hurriedly gathered around and stuffed his coat with red envelopes, wishing to tear his pocket. Up.

The nurse next to him whispered, "Doctor Wu doesn't like this set."

The family members were suspicious, and the old man bowed to Wu Yuan, "Doctor Wu, my grandson is pleased to you!"

Wu Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he immediately lifted the old man's arm, patted it lightly, and turned around to do the disinfection and cleaning work.

There were a few other male doctors in there, talking about meat, and when Wu Yuan came in, they smiled and said hello, "Morning."

Wu Yuan rolled up his cuffs, "Morning."

Surgery men account for the majority of topics. In addition to politics, football, and sex, in their eyes, the human body is the same as the data on the computer. They are used to studying, and slurs are normal things.

These people wanted Wu Yuan to blend in at first, and even booed one, but later found that it didn't work. According to the lesbians, Wu Yuan exudes a strong ban from head to toe.||The taste of desire, meat Not close.

"Wu Yuan, will you go to the weekend's friendship? Those few are all models."

"You guys have fun."

Wu Yuan's meaning is clear. People who are not familiar with him will find him unkind. After getting along for a long time, he will know that his personality is like that. He will help if he wants to help, but he doesn't want anyone to contaminate his life.

Wu Yuan changed into plain clothes, put on a mask and a hat, held both hands on his chest, and walked into the operating room under the watchful eyes of his family members.

The smell of medicine and the coldness permeated the operating room.

With a wink, Master Ma stepped back.

In front of the microscope, Wu Yuan was in charge. All parts of his body were stiff, only his wrists and fingers were able to move. He cut off his intestines about one meter away, and he used his left light to sweep his assistant.

The assistant wiped his sweat and handed him tools in time.

In a highly tense atmosphere, itinerant nurses are the easiest, strolling there, and occasionally poking their mobile phones.

After more than an hour, Wu Yuan sewed the intestines, he let out a sigh of relief, and left the rest of the abdomen suturing to his assistant.

"Doctor Wu, do you have a lover?"

When the operation was over, everyone relaxed.

Wu Yuan nodded, "Yes."

A nurse asked curiously, "What kind of person is she?"

"Willful, bad-tempered, lazy."

When Wu Yuan said this, his tone was always indulgent, without a trace of complaint.

Those present were stunned, they didn't understand, what is worth loving?

Wu Yuan did not explain that he loved everything about that person.

The door of the operating room opened, and families of patients swarmed up.

Wu Yuan said to the old man, "It's okay."

The old man cried with joy, thanking each bite.

Wu Yuan took two steps. Someone called his name. He turned his head and saw a face, the one he didn't want to meet.

"It's you!" Liu Yihan didn't change much, he said incredulously, "Wu Yuan, you are a doctor, so handsome."

Wu Yuan kept walking and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Someone asked if Liu Yihan and the doctor just now knew each other, Liu Yihan touched his chin and showed an unclear smile, "Old classmate."

Wu Yuan's mood was extremely bad after seeing Liu Yihan.

After twelve o'clock in the evening, he returned from the hospital, washed gently and lay down on the bed, and put his arms around the sleeping man.

"Bring me the water on the bedside table."

Wu Yuan was taken aback, "You didn't sleep?" He held the cup to Lu Shenxing's mouth, thinking, teacher, are you waiting for me?"

Lu Shenxing drank two sips of cold boiled water and became sober.

Wu Yuan placed the cup and rubbed Lu Shenxing's shoulder, "I ran into Liu Yihan in the hospital yesterday."

Liu Yihan?Lu Shenxing frowned and almost forgot.

"You didn't let him touch you?"

Wu Yuan shook his head, "No."

Lu Shenxing touched Wu Yuan's hand, and intentionally or unconsciously stopped on the ring finger.

Wu was originally tired, but he woke up suddenly, his heart beating very fast, I don't know if he thinks too much, or if it is really what he thinks.

Lu Shenxing asked casually, "Can your doctor wear something on your hands?"

Wu Yuan almost couldn't wait, "Yes."

Lu Shenxing patted him, "Go to sleep."

Wu Yuan, "..."

Under the blanket, Lu Shenxing held Wu Yuan's hand in his palm, and slowly put the ring under the pillow.

Wu Yuan's eyes were hot, and he buried his face in Lu Shenxing's neck.

"Teacher, don't you regret it?"

"No regrets."