The Her That Is So Charming

The sky in Linjiang will change when it changes. The weather was still halo in the day, and at night it began to rain and melt in the cold.

Ruan Yan and Fang Bai had already cleaned up the house during the day, and the light like a bubble of cream came down and it was quiet.

She was curled up in the quilt alone, with old movies in the projector, and suddenly a friend request popped up on her phone.

Remarks: "Zhou Zijue".

Ruan Yan clicked through.

Sent over there soon:

"Miss Ruan, I am very happy to work with you! Several of us are very satisfied with your audition. If you want, we can sign the contract in a few days."

"Okay, thank you Director Zhou."

Ruan Yan looked at his head, slightly surprised.

It is a white water bird.

"Actually, I didn’t want to raise birds. I was the first time I saw you. I felt like I was back when I was a child. After the white waterbirds slipped over the sea, my heart was filled with the rustling water they left behind. Voice."

"Brother, is my analogy good?"

"If you put it in the Chinese composition, then this time the college entrance examination, Chinese must be able to pass."

Ruan Yan always thought he might not seem to understand the metaphor behind her.

It was not until she finally got admitted to the First Medical University and ended her second college entrance examination. She started using WeChat and found that his WeChat profile picture was a white water bird resting on the sea.

"Director Zhou's portrait is pretty good. Did you take it yourself?" Ruan Yan thought for a while and sent it to him.

"No. He took it when he went to the beach to play with friends."

Ruan Yan hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Your friend did a really good job. I don't know which photographer it is. Can I ask his name?"

He hasn't returned yet.

The light of the cream bubble went out.

It seems to be a short circuit.

Ruan Yan put down the phone.

In the darkness, the silence in the room seemed extremely clear.

There were rustling footsteps outside the gate, and it was getting closer and closer to her door.

Ruan Yan grabbed the quilt.

While telling myself from the bottom of my heart, the security here is in place, and there won’t be any evil people; while thinking in my heart where I put the kitchen knife during the day...

However, the footsteps approached Ruan Yan's door and suddenly stopped.

Then came the sound of a box being placed on the ground.

Finally, the sound of footsteps gradually left, the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole.

Snapped-

The door was closed.

Ruan Yan got up from the quilt and looked out through the cat's eyes. The lights in the corridor outside were not short-circuited and were still on. She saw a small red wooden box in front of her door.

She hesitated, opened the door, quickly picked the box back, and slammed the door shut.

She turned on the flashlight and opened the box, but there was a white porcelain cup inside. In the white porcelain cup, there was a bowl of dangling small wontons.

The skin is thin, and there is not much meat bulging out. A few light shrimps floated on the soup.

She just glanced at the soup, and her feelings were already beginning to get upset.

This is the seafood wonton. She is so familiar with the fragrance. When I was a child, my mother used to make it for her most often when she was on a boat. There was no pork on the boat, only fish and shrimp meat. Mom tripped them into mud and wrapped them in...

Ruan Yan blinked and squeezed back the wetness that was about to roll out of her eyes. There is also a small note in the food box with beautiful handwriting:

"Hello, new neighbors and friends, my husband and I are running a private restaurant. We usually go out early and return late. We didn’t have time to meet you when you just moved in. I didn’t know what you like to eat, so we made some wontons. . I hope you like it ^^"

Ruan Yan took the note back and covered the white porcelain cup. Although wonton is good, she has no habit of eating food presented by a stranger.

She took out a pot of gardenias that she bought in the flower shop during the day, wiped the soil off the pot, and then took it out and knocked on the door of the opposite neighbor.

"Ah, how are you?" A young girl opened the door. Her husband is cleaning the table in an apron.

"Hello, I am a newly moved resident living on the opposite side. My name is Ruan Yan."

"Ah! My name is Xie Wanwan. That's my husband Jiang Biao. I know you. I have read your Weibo. Hahaha, you are so beautiful. Song Yun and you really look alike..." said When she got here, Mr. Xie Wanwan coughed, and she immediately stopped her voice, "Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean that..."

Ruan Yan smiled and said, "It's okay. This is the gardenia I bought at the flower shop today. Thank you for the wonton. I like it very much."

She said that Song Yun is like Ruan Yan, not Ruan Yan is like Song Yun.

"Thank you, it's so fragrant!" Xie Wan bent his eyebrows and smiled and took the flowers in.

The two exchanged greetings and said goodnight to each other, and Ruan Yan went back to the room.

She picked up the phone, Zhou Zi refused her two messages.

"Sorry, it's not convenient to tell."

"Next Monday, remember to come to the company to sign the contract with your agent, and look forward to cooperating [加油][like]!"

Ruan Yan put down the phone.

Gradually fall asleep in the smell of seafood wontons in the house.

The rain outside the window continued.

The rain fell on the flowers and leaves, leaving small round stains.

Xie Wanwan reached out and touched the leaves of Little Gardenia, and asked Jiang Biao: "Husband, do you think Brother Jin can catch up?"

"It's hard to tell." Jiang Biao seriously wiped the table and smiled. "Anyway, I help people as an assist, so I just pick up the house for nothing. If there is such a good thing every day, then I hope that Shen Jin will chase his wife every day. ."

Xie Wanwan glared at him, then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Shen Jin:

"Don't worry, the wontons have already been delivered. She also left a pot of flowers. You can come and take them back when you have time."

Shen Jin returned her: "Okay, thank you."

The rain fell on the glass of his car, ticking.

In the sound, Zhou Muxuan sent him a message: "I found it, your third uncle was picked up by your old man in Songhe Town. It was the person who was picked up by Uncle Yao himself."

Shen Jin stared at the line for a while, saw his fingers turn white, and said to Xiang Zhou: "Turn around and go to the old house of Shen's house."

"President Shen? Today is not Sunday, so you don't need to go back and ask the elders."

"No, ask my third uncle's Ann."

…

The heavy rain was still falling, and the broken pearl hit the canopy.

An old man and a middle-aged man walked out of a restaurant hurriedly.

"Three young masters, it's time for us to go back, the master is still waiting at home."

Lu Boliang said, "Don't worry, I won't leave, so I will buy some soup for Master Shen. On rainy days, he is old and has a lot of phlegm, so he should eat more Chuanbei."

"Three young masters, these family members will do it." Yao Bo reluctantly persuaded him that there is no need to come out at night, he has to follow.

"The boss here used to be my teacher of Chinese medicine, and the medicated diet is better."

Uncle Yao sighed and walked back with him.

When the two walked to the black car, the restaurant behind them suddenly became noisy.

"Hit 120, hurry up, hit 120!"

Lu Boliang paused and looked back—

A middle-aged woman in the shop kept hammering the middle-aged man's back, shouting in her mouth: "Old man, spit it out, you spit it out!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and squeezed his neck frantically. His entire face was already purple and he couldn't speak a word.

A waiter next to him wanted to give him water to drink, and wanted to help him swallow the food, but the man’s hands kept pinching his neck, and it was difficult to even open his mouth. The glass of water was brought to his lips, and he was struggling. Spill out...

"Foreign body obstruction in the airway... I'm a doctor, get out of the way, he can't drink water directly, let me come."

Another young man, looking like a student, immediately pushed aside the crowd and rushed forward.

Lu Boliang noticed that the words "First Medical University" were printed on his backpack, which every student would have on the anniversary.

It should be a student of Capital Medical University.

Lu Boliang stopped and raised his hand to Yao Bo, "Wait a minute."

He stood outside the glass window, watching the movements of the young man inside.

The young man stood behind the patient and wrapped his hands around the middle-aged man's waist; clenched his left hand into a fist and pressed the fist's thumb side against the middle-aged man's abdomen; his right hand quickly pressed upwards on the middle-aged man's abdomen.

He pressed quickly and urgently.

After a while, the middle-aged man finally vomited a pile of yellow sticky substance.

The scary purple on his face finally faded slowly.

Even Uncle Yao couldn't help sighing: "It's worthy of being a student of the First Medical University."

Lu Boliang nodded slightly: "Well, basic first aid knowledge. What is rare is the kindness of this doctor."

However, when he turned around and was about to leave, the cry of the middle-aged woman behind him was even stronger—

"What's going on, why, old man, you wake up! You wake up!"

Lu Boliang quickly turned his head. The bruise on the man's face had faded, and his entire face was grayish white. The hands that were originally struggling had fallen weakly on both sides of his body. He had obviously lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

And the young student who helped was already stunned: "This..."

"120! Call 120!" Everyone was in a mess,

Lu Boliang stood outside the window, his brows condensed tightly.

In the next second, he hurriedly passed the food box in his hand to Yao Bo's arms, took his long legs, and strode into the store. He stretched out his hand to push away from the crowd and said to the student: "It's too late, breathing is blocked. It has been delayed for four minutes."

The store was noisy, Lu Boliang's hoarse voice, the student could not hear what he was talking about.

Lu Boliang pressed his index finger with his thumb to calm himself down. He leaned close to the student's ear and tried to pull his throat to make his vocal cords sound like a normal person.

"I said, it's too late, do cricothyrocentesis, go find a knife."

The heavy rain continued to pour, crackling underground.

Numerous unprovoked images smashed into Ruan Yan's dream along with the sound of rain.

The first clip is that she returned to the summer vacation after the first college entrance examination.

She works in a paper mill. There is no air conditioner. Only the sultry ceiling fan swings slowly above her head, and the wind is so low that it is almost non-existent.

She was sitting under the ceiling fan, stacking cardboard boxes one by one. Calculate salary by piece, eight cents per box.

Ruan Yan's fingers are very flexible. When he moves fastest, he can fold a thousand in a day.

She started stacking there the day after the exam, and stacking it for two months. No matter whether it was checking the scores or waiting for the admission letter, she was not in a hurry. The aunt who worked next to her asked her where she was last. She said, "It's just an ordinary two."

The aunt said: "No matter the second one, the second one is considered a college student, much better than the female workers in our counties."

Ruan Yan smiled and said, "Really."

"No." A male voice answered her immediately.

The screen shifted to the cruise ship bound for the Three Gorges. The man stood in the wind, [Gong Zhongyou: mg2book] They leaned side by side on the ship's side.

He said:

"Ruan Yan, go and repeat."

"Have you seen the Three Gorges? Goddess, Qutang, Xiling, the scenery along this road is so good, but Ruan Yan, do you know that you could see higher and farther scenery."

"I mean, life is made up of many regrets. But do you know what the biggest regret is? It's the sentence that follows'original'..."

"I hope you don't leave too much'I was...' in the future."

The boat drove forward slowly, and the next stop was heard to be heading to Goddess Peak.

She lowered her head and looked at the dangling river surface.

When he said this, she was a little bit crying. She had failed her for eighteen years, and the mathematics teacher who was looking forward to her on the boat and teaching her the same cage with chickens and rabbits. The mother who walked back to land for her from the sea, disappointed the uncle who always endured her aunt's strange eyes and still secretly stuffed her with money...

"But, I'm afraid I can't do it." She suddenly raised her head and looked at him.

He laughed in the breeze and rain, and said to her: "In life, there is nothing that must be done, right? Just do it."

Just do it.

He must not know how many important choices these five words will support her in her future life.

"Since the scenery of the Three Gorges is not the scenery of'higher and farther', why would you still come?" She could see that his noble aura, even if he was sitting in the first-class cabin, was still so out of place.

"To help someone come and see the scenery here."

"Help someone? Can't he come?"

"Well, she can't come."

"All right."

…

Ruan Yan opened her eyes suddenly, she glanced out the window, the rain was still falling, and she was most afraid of waking up in the middle of the night and starvation, but she still gave in.

Get up and put the wonton made by Xie Wanwan in the microwave to heat it up.

When the wonton was put in her mouth, she always felt something was wrong.

The taste is so similar to what her mother made, how can there be private restaurants using fish and shrimp to make wonton fillings.

A muffled thunder sounded outside the window, and she didn't have time to think about it again, and went to bed after eating and went to sleep. When the window was closed, the thunder continued—

"Thunder." The hotel staff became even more anxious. This thunder did not know how much panic was added to the scene.

With such a heavy rain, it was completely too late to wait for the nurses and doctors from the hospital to get out of the car and come over.

"I found it, I found it in the clinic next door, scalpel, vascular clamp, iodophor, tracheal tube, and balloon, all of them."

"Okay." Lu Boliang and Yao Bo hurriedly laid the middle-aged man on the ground, took out the iodophor, and began to disinfect the knives. After making the preliminary preparations, he immediately found his cricothyroid membrane, decisively put down the knife, and moved neatly and cleanly, and the whole process did not even take ten seconds.

Then he immediately expanded the vascular forceps one by one, put on a balloon to give him artificial respiration, and the young student hurriedly performed heart compression next to him.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the thin man.

In about a minute, the breathing and heartbeat of the middle-aged man finally returned slightly.

Outside, the 120 flashing red and blue lights finally came over in heavy rain. Immediately after that, professional nurses and doctors walked down...

The young student was sweating. He was only a sophomore this year. This was the first time he had performed an operation on a person. During the two-minute life and death, he recalled that his hands were still trembling.

He looked at the young man in front of him who was still calm and calm: "Are you also a doctor?"

Lu Boliang's gaze fell on the words "First Medical University" printed on his backpack.

Then, he said in a hoarse voice:

"First Medical University, Third Clinical Medical College, Grade 08, Lu Boliang."