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Chapter 12 Perception
Chapter 12 Perception
The sky turned white, and Tan Zheng took Ren Zhaoyuan's temperature again, sent the temperature to the doctor, and turned off the light by the bed, which was on all night.
Ren Zhaoyuan was lying on his side, his body slightly curled up, and he was sound asleep.
The redness on his face from the fever has gradually faded away, and only a thin layer of red remains, which is reflected from the cold white skin.
The lip color was also a bit thicker than usual, and the clear-cut lip peaks showed sporadic water light because they had been moistened with a wet cotton swab not long ago.
The tall nose bridge concealed a shadow that was darker than the surrounding area on the side face that was stuck between the pillows, and the thick eyelashes were covered quietly, much longer than usual.
The hair was fluffy and slightly tousled, taking on its original dark tawny color over time in the brighter morning light. The part covering the forehead was meticulously trimmed and drooped down obediently, without a trace touching the eyelashes.
The sky suddenly brightened.
Tan Zheng instinctively turned off the alarm in the first second of Ren Zhaoyuan's phone vibrating.
It's still early.
Ren Zhaoyuan needs to rest.
Tan Zheng held Ren Zhaoyuan's mobile phone, and hung his fingertips on "Cancel" under the "Continue to ring in fifteen minutes" prompt before he moved.
The phone was put back on the bedside table, and it didn't make a sound when it came into contact with the solid wood surface.
Tan Zheng leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, and touched his eyelashes with his outstretched index finger. Finally, he slowly changed direction and tapped the tip of his nose very lightly.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Teacher."
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Ren Zhaoyuan woke up after the alarm rang once, his head was a little heavy, and he was shocked by the bright light outside the window. He turned his head and saw the time before he was relieved.
Fortunately, didn't sleep with the second alarm clock ten minutes later.
Empty medicine bottles and infusion hoses were thrown in the trash can, and white medical tape was attached to the back of the hand. After peeling it off, there was only an inconspicuous small needle eye.
His physique has always been good, and this time if he wasn't busy, he wouldn't just have a fever and need an infusion. But for the few infusions in my memory, after every time the needle was pulled out, there would be a large or small piece of green around the eye of the needle. In severe cases, the entire back of the hand would hurt.
Ren Zhaoyuan pressed the needle at the eye of the needle, and the pain was so subtle that it was almost negligible.
The doctor that Tan Zheng found was exceptionally skilled?
Ren Zhaoyuan took the clothes for a while.
I don't know when Tan Zheng returned to the room last night.
Yesterday, because of his fever and weak thinking ability, he was so anxious to make a plan that he actually let Tan Zheng take care of him and accompany him to work all day.
Those eyes that fell on him every once in a while, the warm water handed to him from time to time, the three meals and medicines he ordered, and all the details of it have only now come to mind with hindsight.
He was never dull.
Even because the work requires habit, many times he has a higher sensitivity to the surrounding environment than others.
Ren Zhaoyuan pressed the towel on the wet hair to absorb the moisture, put the tangled thoughts on hold temporarily, and sent a greeting message to the teacher first, explaining that he would bring the sample picture in the morning.
When he packed up and went out, he saw the door on the opposite side was closed. Ren Zhaoyuan thought that Tan Zheng would not sleep early yesterday, but just as he was about to leave, he saw a not-so-small crack in the door of the room. Not closed.
Ren Zhaoyuan hesitated for a few seconds, raised his hand and tried to tap twice with a force that would not wake anyone, but he didn't expect to hear Tan Zheng's voice immediately.
"Brother Zhaoyuan?"
"It's me." Ren Zhaoyuan opened the door in response, and couldn't help but startled when he entered.
Tan Zheng was wearing a cotton-white bathrobe, with a loose belt tied, a pair of slippers of the same color on his feet, and he was ironing a suit with the iron of the hanging iron in his hand.
The already ironed shirt hangs to one side, flat without the slightest creases.
"There are new clothes here, all washed and ironed," Ren Zhaoyuan tilted his head slightly, his eyes on the dark tie beside him, "My size, you should be able to wear it."
They had bought the same size jersey before.
Tan Zheng's heart moved, and he wanted to agree almost immediately, but he probably didn't have time to go back and change his clothes again.
"There will be a meeting in a while, you need to wear formal clothes."
He knows Ren Zhaoyuan's style of dressing, and it is estimated that there will be no suitable for him to attend the meeting.
Ren Zhaoyuan really didn't have serious and calm formal clothes here, and the suits he wore on formal occasions also had more or less fashion elements, which was not what Tan Zheng was used to.
What's more, formal clothes require meticulous fit. For everyday casual clothes, Tan Zheng wears his size is fine, but if it is formal clothes, the difference in body shape with a few centimeters of height difference will be easily revealed.
His yardage is really not right.
I can only let Tan Zheng wear what he wore yesterday.
Tan Zheng works very quickly, and he has already ironed everything in a short time. Just as Ren Zhaoyuan was about to say that he would go down first, Tan Zheng said, "I'll go in and change my clothes, I'll be fine right away."
Ren Zhaoyuan had to wait for him outside.
All the noises were very subtle. Ren Zhaoyuan stood leaning against the decorative cabinet, his eyes fell on a pattern on the solid wood floor, until the pure white cotton and linen slippers and pure black suit trousers came into view.
This match is too inconsistent.
The feeling of oppression I felt from Tan Zheng in the workplace last night suddenly dissipated. The feeling of holding my breath for no reason was vague and vague at first, but at this moment it was more like an illusion caused by physical discomfort at the time. .
Ren Zhaoyuan's gaze rose from the bottom to the top as he raised his head, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained.
Tan Zheng didn't save face for himself at all, he just laughed out loud, went over to change his shoes and said, "I was in a hurry to go out one time before, but I forgot to change my shoes, so I left wearing sandals, and only when I got to the car did I feel that something was wrong. Yes, I went back and changed. As a result, I happened to meet a mother and daughter in the elevator, and the little girl whispered to her motherβ"
"This uncle," Tan Zheng changed his tone and imitated solemnly, "It's so strange."
Ren Zhaoyuan burst out laughing and didn't stop for a while.
When went down, heard a lot of people saying that it was very windy and cold today, because most of the time they wore less clothes indoors, and they all shrank their necks when they trotted in.
There are no parking spaces in the design park, only various plants, pavilions, tables and chairs. It takes a short time to go to the parking lot outside the park.
Ren Zhaoyuan took an extra scarf to Tan Zheng: "It's clean."
Tan Zheng took it and turned his eyes on the camel plaid scarf on Ren Zhaoyuan's forearm.
Ren Zhaoyuan noticed it and asked, "Do you like this one?"
Tan Zheng casually said "um".
"The black one suits you better," Ren Zhaoyuan didn't change with him, "and I've worn this one before."
Time was running out, and neither of them had time to eat.
Tan Zheng packed the medicine and the breakfast ordered in advance, and walked out side by side with Ren Zhaoyuan. He happened to meet Tan Xuqing who had come with Clear early. Tan Zheng said that the driver would come to pick her up at night.
Ren Zhaoyuan remembered that Tan Zheng came to pick him up all the time, and remembered that yesterday Tan Zheng seemed to be going out to make phone calls from time to time, so he asked him if he was busy recently.
"Fortunately," Tan Zheng said lightly, "there will be more things at the end of the year."
The Chinese New Year is coming in a few days, and Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't help but sigh: "Year by year, it goes by so fast."
Tan Zheng was quiet for a while, then softly echoed: "Yes."
The wind was stronger than usual, so Tan Zheng calmly switched to the other side of Ren Zhaoyuan when he went out, and asked, "Are you going by yourself?"
"Well, it'll be there in three hours."
"You're still sick and you're struggling to drive. I'll ask the driver to take you there. Why don't you eat something in the car and take a break?"
With breakfast in Tan Zheng's hands, Ren Zhaoyuan looked up at the parking lot and saw a person standing next to a car.
Seeing that Ren Zhaoyuan didn't speak immediately, Tan Zheng asked again, "Is it alright?"
It's cold, and you can let out a burst of white air when you say a word.
Ren Zhaoyuan bowed his head slightly, his chin and mouth were loosely hidden in the scarf: "Didn't you arrange everything?"
Tan Zheng's footsteps were stagnant.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ren Zhaoyuan felt that it was inappropriate and too blunt.
He always cared about the feelings of the people around him, and he didn't know how he blurted out such a sentence.
"I.."
"Sorry," Tan Zheng took a step forward and turned around and explained to Ren Zhaoyuan seriously, "I'm used to preparing as well as possible, I don't mean to make a decision for you, just mention an option, you can do whatever you want."
Ren Zhaoyuan was dumbfounded for a moment, unable to speak for a few seconds.
I'm afraid no matter who is standing in front of someone with sincere words and clean eyes that can look to the end, when they hear the other person naturally and extremely solemnly say "you can do whatever you want", there is no way to avoid the slightest turbulence.
Facing such a Tan Zheng, Ren Zhaoyuan was unable to resist alienation.
"It may make you uncomfortable," Tan Zheng said again, "I'm sorry."
"Don't do this..." Ren Zhaoyuan sighed silently, and reached out to take over the breakfast, "Thank you, then I'll borrow your driver."
After the skin is cooled by the cold wind, it is more sensitive to the touch of normal body temperature, even if it is only an inadvertent moment.
Tan Zheng's free hand curled slightly, held it loose, and finally put it into his coat pocket gently: "What are you polite to me, Tan Qing has been troubled here for so long, and I haven't been thanking you all the time."
Ren Zhaoyuan smiled and said nothing.
On the top of the bag was a box of steamed crystal dumplings. Ren Zhaoyuan asked the driver to wait for a while, then got out of the car and knocked on Tan Zheng's window.
Tan Zheng didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was frightened, he immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I think the lunch box is kept warm. If you can spare time, eat it, as much as you can to cushion your stomach."
Tan Zheng took it and nodded in agreement, "Okay."
"When you're done and have time, let's have a meal together?"
Tan Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, but he nodded and agreed, "Okay."
"Drive slowly," Ren Zhaoyuan turned back, raised his hand and waved, "Let's go."
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