My Little Happiness

When Cong Rong passed by, he saw that a large pot of spicy hot pot had been placed on the table. Several of his students drooled around the dining table and looked at her. When she saw her, she called her cousin with a smile.

Cong Rong has long been accustomed to these extra cousins ​​and cousins, smiled and answered, and then subconsciously went to find Wen Shaoqing and wanted to see his wounds.

When a boy saw Cong Rongdong looking away, he pointed to the bedroom with a grin, "The boss's clothes were oiled, and he went inside to change clothes."

"Oh," Cong Rong continued to look around casually, "I didn't find him, I'm looking for concessions."

The voice had just dropped, and I didn't know where to let Yi Yi lie before. I probably heard my name, trot over, stopped a few steps away and looked at Cong Rong.

Zhong Zhen walked over to touch his head, "What's wrong with it? Didn't you like to jump out and scare you before? Why did you appear so gentle this time? Sick?"

While talking, he shouted at Wen Shaoqing who came out of the bedroom: "Boss, come over and see if you let me get sick?"

Cong Rong also found out that since the last time she let a sudden jump out and hit her head, every time it got along with her, she was very gentle and walked over to take a closer look. Now. "

Wen Shaoqing looked at the sisters and brothers silently, talking about ignorance and ignorance, probably the two of them were none other than he said, "Let one let it go!"

Let Yi Yi jump to Wen Shaoqing immediately and lively, Wen Shaoqing ordered: "Jump twice."

Let a slap in the air obediently.

"Come on."

Let it lie down and roll on the ground twice.

Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Cong Rong, "I'm not sick, I'm jubilant."

Zhong Zhen felt fresh, "Let me give you a go."

Yi Yi gave him a glance and didn't move.

Zhong Zhen didn't give up and repeated it again, "Let me give you a go."

Let Yi Fang run past him and hit him, then ran away.

A group of people laughed, Cong Rong did not smile, and his eyes fell on Wen Shaoqing's left hand from beginning to end. There was no blood on the white gauze, and the wound should be retreated.

Wen Shaoqing stared at her hand without covering her eyes, and then handed her generously to her in front of her, "Would you like to see it again?"

A picture of two entangled hands immediately appeared in Cong Rong's mind, and the palm and fingertips seemed to feel the temperature at that time. She slightly shifted her gaze and coughed to change the subject, "Let's eat."

Wen Shaoqing smiled slightly, and did not embarrass her, "I still have a dish in the kitchen, I'll take it."

Zhong Zhen was closest to the kitchen and immediately walked over, "I go, I go."

Wen Shaoqing nodded, "Well, I'll wash my hands."

Zhong Zhen came out of the kitchen holding a large blue and white porcelain deep dish and wasn't quite right, always glancing at Cong Rong with his eyes.

Cong Rong is unknown, so I didn't know why until I saw the dish.

A few students looked at it freshly, discussing while looking at it. They probably didn't know the dish at a young age, but Cong Rong knew it, called Li Hongzhang.

This dish is very delicate to make, with chicken, belly slices, ham, gluten, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, sea cucumber and other bottoms, burned with sesame oil, and then put into a pottery pot, order onion, **** slices, white wine, refined salt , Monosodium glutamate, chicken powder, white pepper powder, sugar, soy sauce, etc., add chicken broth, cooked lard, and simmer slowly until the oil is cooked before serving.

When she was a child, her grandmother, Zhong Zhen ’s grandmother, often made it. Later, when the old man was gone, the dish never appeared on the table at home.

Cong Rong has n’t seen it for a long time and has n’t remembered this dish. He suddenly feels faint when he smells familiar.

When the old man left suddenly, Cong Rong was studying abroad. When he received the news, the old man had already left. She did not see the last face of the old man, this matter has always been Cong Rong's heart.

Zhong Zhen and Cong Rong glanced at each other, leaning in her ear and lowering her voice to say: "Cousin, do you think you have a close relationship with my boss? It ’s not even in the game before. In reality, you like fly-faced small script , He happened to copy so many medical books in small letter script; your game ID is Sakura, he was so sweet that the cherry blossom cup was given to you; and now, you are so close to your grandmother, you have n’t eaten this one in years The dish is ready, he actually made this dish ... The fate is not shallow ...

Cong Rong glanced at Zhong Zhen, and for the first time did not reprimand him for nonsense.

What Zhong Zhen didn't know was that they had met "nearly" for several years.

After washing his hands, Wen Shaoqing came back and saw that Cong Rong was still staring at the dish in stark contrast with a group of hungry ghosts who were reborn, and asked, "Why not eat?"

Zhong Zhen ate a mouthful of oil, "Eat and eat! Cousin, give you chopsticks."

Cong Rong was absent-minded during a meal. He had been staring at his hand before, but now he has been staring at his face.

When Wen Shaoqing noticed her anomaly, she moved away quickly, and then her eyes flickered casually. When he stopped looking at her, she looked at it again.

After a few times, Wen Shaoqing simply stopped her.

A group of people hadn't eaten lunch, and soon ate the two big pots, and they didn't forget to praise their boss's good workmanship.

Cong Rong went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual, and Wen Shaoqing's hand was inconvenient and he did not politely treat her.

A group of children who had been fed up again grew up, laughing and discussing the matter of the day with excitement.

"Actually I want to beat them already!"

"Me too, me too! Boss, you are so handsome during the day!"

"From today on, I have to exercise well, and I won't lose any money when I fight next time!"

Wen Shaoqing looked over and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Exercise is okay. Don't use what you teach today until you can't bear it! Otherwise, where will the hospital be? A fighting field? Remember?"

A group of children nodded obediently, "Remember."

"remember."

"..."

Wen Shaoqing's eyebrows moved slightly, afraid of misleading them. After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Now the doctor-patient relationship is indeed very tense, and there are fewer and fewer people willing to study medicine, including you, even if you graduate. He will be a doctor. It is a sorrow for society to have no doctors in the world. No one wants to see this result. Sometimes, it is appropriate to resist, just to let the cold-hearted people see hope. You must know that fighting does not solve any problems. And it ’s not right to fight. Many things, maybe from the moment you choose to do it, you ’re wrong. You called me a teacher, why is the teacher a teacher? Just a simple preaching and teaching puzzle? My understanding is Also show goodness and give hope. In addition to the theory and clinical experience in the textbook, I can teach you how to let you go on this difficult road. Today's things will be turned over and put on tomorrow. The white lab coat still has to abide by medical ethics, respect teachers and discipline, save lives and help the wound, and work hard, like all the oaths announced by medical students. You are, me too. "

I don't know when Cong Rong turned off the tap and listened quietly in the living room outside. Through a glass door, he could only see his vague figure, but his voice was still clean and clear, just like his people.

Cong Rong remembered a sentence that I read a long time ago. The person I like has light on it, but light does not shine.

She suddenly remembered that the little aunt mentioned Zhong Zhen's tutor when she called her some time ago. It probably meant that Zhong Zhen said that her teacher was very young. She was worried that he could not teach Zhong Zhen. How did she reply to the little aunt?

Oh, remembering that, she said that Wen Shaoqing's medical skills and medical ethics are no problem. He came from a medical family and has a strong personality. Even if Zhong Zhen didn't study well, he blamed himself.

Perhaps when she answered at that time, she brought her personal feelings in it, but now it seems that he is indeed like this, but Wen Shaoqing is now precious. Her younger brother, who ca n’t keep up with four or six, does n’t know what good things she did in her last life. She can meet such a good teacher in her life.

Several students were silent for a long time, and it took a long time before they opened their eyes with red eyes: "Boss, you can rest assured that we will not fight indiscriminately."

Zhong Zhen vowed with his fist clenched, "Well! Boss, we will definitely study hard and improve every day!"

"Really?" Wen Shaoqing glanced at him and asked lukewarmly, "Why hasn't your paper appeared in my mailbox yet?"

"Uh ..." Zhong Zhen's blood was instantly extinguished, "Boss, I'm probably sick, my lazy cancer is getting worse."

"Lazy cancer?" Wen Shaoqing casually glanced at Zhong Zhen. "The current medical level of this disease cannot be cured. You can just bury yourself!"

Zhong Zhen laughed. He knew that Wen Shaoqing had always been very demanding of them in this respect, and he didn't talk about it at all. He could only secretly decide to stay up late tomorrow to write a thesis.

Fortunately, Wen Shaoqing didn't continue this topic. He glanced at the clock on the wall and waved his hand, "Go back to rest early, go to the hospital tomorrow morning, and there are other things to deal with."

A group of people asked with doubt: "What else?"

Wen Shaoqing bent his index finger and knocked on the table, "Did you fight in the hospital, will the medical office talk to you? There are schools, do you think the school will praise you?"

A group of people immediately lost their energy and complained in a low voice: "Then you are still a professor, and you fight."

Wen Shaoqing slowly sighed while holding his forehead. His expression was quite complicated. "So, my question is more troublesome ..."