My Little Happiness

Xiao Ziyuan didn't seem to plan to let him go, "Think about your future life, it's really hot. What is the lawyer best at? Catch loopholes, step on pain points, detonation points, best at protracted warfare. Know how to advance and retreat, the lips and the sword are definitely real guns, and they are never perfunctory. I do n’t know if Dr. Wen ’s medical skills can stand up. You have met your opponent. "

Wen Shaoqing thought about it carefully and found that when Cong Rong faced him, he didn't have any of these features, but he was often forced to blush, frown, and be soft and clever.

Xiao Ziyuan saw that his brows and eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't help vomiting: "I was quarantined and laughed. I really don't know what you are happy about."

Wen Shaoqing didn't care, "Xiao Ziyuan, you are old, you don't understand the state of mind of people in love."

Xiao Ziyuan teased, "Love? Is it your unrequited love? The lawyer at that time strictly separated the line from you and said that it was only your neighbor."

Wen Shaoqing didn't take it seriously, "Sui Yi said at the time that you were just a brother, but you haven't been kidnapped home yet."

Speaking of that name, Xiao Ziyuan's eyes and brows were all smiles. Unable to bear Wen Shaoqing, drove him out of the ward.

Lawyer Cong, who was discussed by the two for a long time, was sitting breathlessly on the bench in the community and letting her eyes widen. She shook the yogurt she just bought in the supermarket. "Do you want to eat it?"

Letting a scream, Cong Rong tore the package and put it in front of it, watching him sigh, "Your master is isolated, and you still have such a good time."

Let Yibing still nibble on the yogurt, eating the yogurt on the fur around her mouth. Cong Rong stood up after seeing it finished, "Okay, go back after eating!"

Cong Rong sent Yi Yiang home, left it with water and food, and then planned to go home. When he walked to the door, he remembered something, "Do I need to keep a light for you?"

After letting a scream, Cong Rong didn't know what it meant, "Is it? Or not?"

Cong Rong said that he turned off the light and turned it on again quickly, trying to make Yiang's reaction, but the stupid dog would only look at her quietly.

Cong Rong thought for a while, "Then I turn off the lights, energy saving and environmental protection. See you tomorrow."

When Cong Rong sat on the sofa and watched TV that night, the person in the lens in a news report finally knew why Wen Shaoqing's cousin was so familiar. Isn't that the person in the lens? !

So young in this position, the background is naturally needless to say, what about Wen Shaoqing as his cousin? Wouldn't it be a child of ordinary people?

She suddenly found that she didn't know anything about Wen Shaoqing. Except knowing his name and knowing that he was a doctor, she knew nothing about it. This knowledge gave Cong Rong a sense of loss.

She opened WeChat and clicked on the voice that Wen Shaoqing just sent. The familiar voice soon rang. The voice was deep and clean, with a three-point smile as soon as he opened his mouth. Like his people, listening to the sound did not seem depressed because of isolation.

She listened to it several times in a row, and only after remembering her mind did she think of it and turn over his circle of friends. He hardly sends a circle of friends, mostly related to giving way, her fingers keep sliding down, and then stop suddenly.

That was his first circle of friends. Time was a few years ago, just four words, with a picture.

Do not miss her, not miss her.

The picture is a vague figure, barely able to see a girl, like a candid photo.

Without thinking of her, Wen Shaoqing's WeChat name is Febustat, a very strange name, like the name of a medicine, for which Cong Rong asked Zhong Zhen. Zhong Zhen told her that it was indeed the name of the drug, which was used to treat hyperuricemia with gout symptoms. She didn't think much at the time, and felt that the doctor's WeChat name was normal.

Now it seems that there is no deep meaning. She remembered Zhong Zhen and said that he had someone he liked. The girl in the photo is that person?

Cong Rong's mood was not good all at once.

It is getting closer and closer to Christmas, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the temperature has been falling. Cong Rong went to feed Yi Yiyang every morning before going out, and took him out for a lap after get off work at night. He occasionally sent WeChat to ask Wen Shaoqing a few questions, often worrying if he would be infected. The days passed quickly, and Cong Rong thought she was back in the years without Wen Shaoqing.

On Friday, he was too busy to hit the back of the foot. Cong Rong was busy for a day, talking dryly. When she sorted out the information and looked up, she was the only one left in the law firm. In the large office area, only her office was lit, and suddenly a kind of desolation and loneliness swept through, and fatigue followed.

Cong Rong drove out of the garage, opened the window and swiped his card when he passed the entrance guard. He was coughed by the cold wind that had suddenly rushed in. The security guard at the door of the law firm protruded his head.

Cong Rong waved his hand, lifted the glass and left quickly.

There was probably a wind in the night, and there were far fewer pedestrians than usual. When she returned to the door of the community, she remembered that she hadn't eaten dinner yet. After glancing at the 24H supermarket, she had no appetite.

Just a few steps out of the elevator, the opposite door suddenly opened from the inside, and Wen Shaoqing appeared at the door, holding a steaming corn cob in his hand, letting Yi also follow him, looking at her in the head, and biting in his mouth. Corn with roots.

Wen Shaoqing smiled and shook her corn on the cob in her hand, "Want to eat?"

The sweetness of crispy corn quickly rushed into her nose, stimulating her taste buds, he was standing a few steps away, wearing a T-shirt, slacks, and a cardigan covered at random, just like every time he met before Moderate and leisurely, it seems that he has never left.

She saw him suddenly appearing, and did n’t know why she was so relieved that she was relieved and did n’t say anything. She turned her head and walked in the direction of her own home. After taking out the key, she sighed and turned, but she did n’t look at him with her eyes down. "I put things down and go."

She had been cold and hungry just now. The door opposite opened a warm fragrance, which was diametrically opposite to the cold air in her house, enticing her to go in that direction. No one knows how much concentration she used to prevent her from walking in that direction. She wanted to refuse, but she didn't open the door to face the lonely courage.

Wen Shaoqing seemed to see that she was not right and said nothing, holding a corn on the cob and turning around while giving in, "You are waiting for her here."

Yi Yi walked a few steps forward, obediently, crouched in the middle of the corridor, and swept back and forth in a good mood.

Cong Rong put down his things and washed his face before coming out. As soon as he went out, he saw that Yi Yi was squatting at the door waiting for her. Behind it was a half-covered door, which could vaguely see the soft light and Wen Shaoqing's figure inside. .

After Cong Rong came in, he spontaneously sat at the dining table. Wen Shaoqing brought out a plate of crispy corn from the kitchen and picked a well-baked one and handed it to her. "When I came out of the hospital today, I saw that there was something on the street. Come back and try to make it yourself, taste it, it tastes pretty good. "

Cong Rong took it but didn't eat it right away, let Yi Pang lie at the feet of Wen Shaoqing, spit out the corn in his mouth and put it on the ground, then stared at Cong Rong all the time.

Cong was bored, she was too tired and hungry, and she had a pot of paste in her head, holding her corn on the cob in a daze and asked, "This one looks more delicious?"

Wen Shaoqing rarely provokes her and replies with a smile: "It is waiting for you to eat together."

"Is it?" Cong Rong took a bite to look at Yichang, and really saw it bow his head and nibble.

Wen Shaoqing laughed, "It seems that you have got along very well these days."

Cong Rong didn't answer, after a few bites, finally looked up at him, "Are you okay?"

"Well." Wen Shaoqing nodded. "The results came out today and they were not infected."

"That's good." Cong Rong whispered back three words and then stopped talking, bowing his head and eating corn quietly.

Wen Shaoqing seemed to be aware of her depression, so she teased her, "Are you not sure that I am not infected, dare to eat what I give?"

Cong Rong was so tired that he did n’t want to use his mind, and said his heart mechanically, “I ’ve got the hepatitis B vaccine, and I checked the information. In fact, contact with the hepatitis B virus carrier may not necessarily be infected. You see that both spouses carry Hepatitis B virus, the probability of transmission to spouse is very low. Even if it is infected ... "

Cong Rong suddenly frowned and seemed to be thinking about this problem seriously with her eyes down, but her mind was cluttered, she did n’t even think about it, she pursed her lips and continued to answer: "Hepatitis B is nothing terrible, maybe having a child problem……"

The farther she said, the farther Wen Shaoqing smiled, "You think very long-term, the child's problems are taken into account."

Cong Rong suddenly raised a loneliness and moved the corner of his mouth, but she swallowed it back to the mouth.

Wen Shaoqing's eyes kept falling on her face, and her small movements were naturally not ignored. "What do you want to say?"

Cong Rong suddenly looked up, looked at his eyebrows, and his brain suddenly couldn't think. The sentence at the bottom of his heart was so natural.

"What's this? I even thought about the child's name."

Wen Shaoqing didn't have a surprised expression at all. He smiled softly as if afraid of waking her up: "What's it called?"

"Call ..." Cong Rong looked at his smile and suddenly reacted to what he was saying. He was shocked in his heart and immediately changed his voice. "Why should I tell you my child's name?"

There was a trace of regret in Wen Shaoqing's eyes, but he was no longer entangled. Instead, he asked: "So what is the name of Lawyer Cong's child?"

Cong Rong suddenly felt that the most affectionate thing was not to name me by your surname, but even if we were nothing, I would look forward to the child born from my bones and blood, and subconsciously think that he (she) has the same surname .

Cong Rong lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, and tilted his head under the orange hazy light, his arm covering most of her face, making the smile a little blurry, "Probably surname ... Cong."

Wen Shaoqing didn't feel annoyed when she heard her sloppy eyes. She smiled and stood up. "There is mutton soup in the kitchen, and you can try a bowl of it."

Cong Rong looked at the back in the kitchen and bowed his head, rubbing his brow. She is a slender and sensitive person, how can she not feel his good intentions. She and Wen Shaoqing got along for a short time. When the mood was acceptable, Wen Shaoqing teased her with a black belly and a poisonous tongue; tonight, he was gentle and considerate. The warm temperament enveloped him from fingertips to eyebrows, and finally this Wen surname was generally correct.

The white soup in the porcelain bowl carries a few drops of oil stars, but it is not annoying against the green sauce and orange-red carrots. The soup warms into the stomach, and Cong Rong sighs comfortably: "The doctor really knows how to maintain health what!"

On a winter night, drinking a bowl of hot soup is really enjoyable. From this, it can be seen that Wen Shaoqing is indeed a person who knows how to enjoy life, and the quality of life is very high. This is beyond her reach for her in life.

Cong Rong rubbed the edge of the porcelain bowl and asked himself silently, would the person who is liked by such a good person be happy?