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Chapter 14 Don't be sad
Chapter 14 Don't be sad
The teacher suddenly felt uncomfortable that night, but fortunately, there was no danger, and the timely rescue did not cause irreparable consequences.
Doctors recommend surgery as soon as possible. Although the tumor is still in a controllable stage, no one can guarantee whether it will press on the cranial nerve at a certain moment or even rupture due to some unpredictable reasons.
All Ren Zhaoyuan can do is to urge the craftsman to make it as soon as possible. He has studied the craftsmanship for a period of time before. Although he is not skilled, he knows that the complexity of this set of jewelry will take at least three days.
When Zhao Yuanqing asked him what he would do if the teacher's condition deteriorated while waiting for the jewelry to be made, he could calmly say that he respected the teacher's choice. But when he was alone, he didn't dare to ask himself this question.
He couldn't tell anyone how scared he was.
With the teacher's body in mind, Ren Zhaoyuan didn't have the time to take his little ailment to heart, so that the fever came back and forth again and again, and it was not easy until now. It looked normal during the day, but it started to get hot in the evening.
Ren Zhaoyuan found out the medicine Tan Zheng had left before, and when he poured the water, he realized that his assistant had reminded him to have dinner in the evening.
The Design Park has dinner parties every month. Ren Zhaoyuan does not have time every time, but he will definitely attend at the end of the year.
He usually doesn't have the pretense of being a leader, but after all, it's a shame not to have a few drinks on occasions like the year-end party.
Taking antipyretics is not good for drinking, so Ren Zhaoyuan only took a few sips of water and put the medicine back.
In previous years, it would be delayed until the day before the holiday. This time, because Tan Xuqing was going home, everyone decided to send it off a few days in advance after discussion.
Tan Xuqing has a good personality and is sensible. She has never delayed anyone's work during her time here, and she doesn't feel that she is special. She has always taken the initiative to reach out for chores that she can do. People in the design garden like her, and even several famous designers said I would like to take her with me later.
However, from the perspective of Ren Zhaoyuan, Tan Xuqing may have a more suitable path.
Tan Zheng is already an acquaintance of the design park, and he is also Tan Xuqing's brother. He will also participate, but he just sent a message to Ren Zhaoyuan in advance that he has some things to deal with and may be late, so everyone should not wait for him.
This time, the assistant set a large round table that can accommodate more than 30 people. There is a round hole more than one meter in diameter in the center of the table, and there is a peach blossom tree that is crowded with pink.
Immediately someone asked if it was true or not, and he leaned forward and touched it in amazement: "It's actually a real flower, this season..."
Of course, the waiter will not explain that their store has a special car to transport peach blossoms every day for this feature. They only bring a standard smile with eight teeth showing up at the corners of their mouths. There are control buttons on the wall and next to the main seat. The tree fell.
The title is naturally Ren Zhaoyuan's.
When a group of people heard the waiter say this, they let Ren Zhaoyuan go down first to have a look.
After the peach blossom tree falls to the bottom, the top of the crown is about 20 cm higher than the table top, and the height of the flowers and branches are scattered to block the vacant position in the middle.
Not long after the fall, someone wanted to come up to fill in the photo, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't care, and dutifully became the tree's control machine.
After taking pictures of those who wanted to take pictures, everyone chatted in groups of three or five for a while, and then they all sat down when the appetizers began.
Tan Zheng said don't wait for him, Ren Zhaoyuan really didn't wait, and let the waiter serve the food as usual, but only vacated a seat on the right for him.
After they all sat down, the peach blossom tree in the middle affected the sight, and Ren Zhaoyuan reached out and pressed it again to let it fall again.
The speed of the descent was very slow, and a few petals that were stuck between the branches after they had just been lifted and dropped floated down with slight shaking, the trunk slowly submerged, and then one after another of peach blossoms.
Ren Zhaoyuan sat casually leaning against the back of the chair at the position farthest from the door, listening to the people at the table chatting from side to side, with the usual faint smile on his face.
The sound of the door rang, Ren Zhaoyuan raised his head slightly, and saw Tan Zheng from far to near in the powder mist covered by the flower branches. As the peach blossom tree slowly descended, it became clearer. Across the huge round table and a group of people, he smiled and said to him. :"I'm late."
Ren Zhaoyuan gestured to the side in a few fake coughs, and a laughing voice on the other side said, "Mr. Tan, I have a vacancy here!"
"Thank you," Tan Zheng went straight to Ren Zhaoyuan's side, "I'll sit here."
The faint ebony and white sandalwood neutralize the slightly sweet aroma of peach blossoms.
After taking his seat, Tan Zheng leaned over a little to explain that he had already dealt with the matter and could come on time, but he didn't expect that the shortcut he chose was stuck in traffic because of an accident, and he was unable to escape being late.
The fragrance of peach blossoms was concealed, and the tonka and amber rose silently.
After Ren Zhaoyuan replied to him, Tan Zheng got up and raised a glass to punish himself for being late.
Tan Xuqing still drank the juice, raised his glass to a circle of people, and then continued to drink wine, and Ren Zhaoyuan did not drop in each round.
Tan Zheng saw that Ren Zhaoyuan had drank a lot, but he couldn't see any drunkenness on his face, and his expression was clear as usual, so he scooped a bowl of soup for him and said nothing.
Someone asked Tan Xuqing: "Are you coming back after the new year? The design exhibition time is initially set around the beginning of spring."
"Lichun?" Tan Xuqing hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check the number of Lichun. After reading it, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, Lichun is not yet the Lantern Festival, and I will not start school until after the Lantern Festival."
After agreeing, Tan Xuqing remembered that she hadn't consulted her brother's opinion, and immediately turned her head and asked, "Brother, can you do it? You told your parents that they would definitely agree."
Tan Zheng did not cooperate: "I said it myself."
Tan Xuqing immediately grabbed Tan Zheng's arm to act like a spoiled child: "Oh, brother—you are the best—"
"I don't know who said a few days ago that I'm annoying and never come again," Tan Zheng deliberately annoyed her and pushed her shoulders, "I'm not good."
Tan Xuqing followed Tan Zheng's movements and fell to the other side, and was supported by Clear's hand, and immediately rebelliously hugged Clear's arm and said, "I'll be your sister, Sister Clear? You are the best—"
"Okay," Clear's face was always expressionless, but there was a smile in his eyes, "I'll take you home later."
"I'll be Clear from now on!"
Ren Zhaoyuan put one hand on the table and watched Tan Xuqing, who was like a living treasure, make trouble with them. When he took the tissue, his hand wiped the bowl of soup next to the porcelain plate. Ren Zhaoyuan picked it up and put it inside without touching it again.
"That Lichun Design Exhibition," Tan Zheng leaned towards Ren Zhaoyuan, "is it a brand theme exhibition?"
"Yes, I didn't tell you the final time yet."
"Ah," Tan Zheng chuckled in a low voice, "I thought I had to figure out a way to get the tickets myself."
Ren Zhaoyuan looked at him sideways and said, "No, the theme is still inspired by the ginkgo leaf butterfly you folded."
Tan Zheng really didn't expect it this time: "What theme? Butterfly?"
"[Nature]."
"nature?"
"Well," the voices on the table were mixed, and Ren Zhaoyuan leaned to Tan Zheng's side unconsciously when he explained, "The fusion of animals and plants. In nature, different seasons, environments, and regions will never intersect according to common sense. Life meets."
Tan Zheng's fingers were slightly curled, as if Ren Zhaoyuan's inadvertent poking and poking in the deep part of his heart, he said softly, "It's very romantic."
"From another point of view, it may be cruel to interrupt the original trajectory of life and give a touch of surprise."
"I don't think so."
Ren Zhaoyuan raised his half-drooped eyelashes, and met Tan Zheng's always clear and extraordinarily deep eyes.
When the phone rang suddenly, Ren Zhaoyuan realized that the distance between them was too close.
If he wanted to ask the reason, he swallowed it back, but Ren Zhaoyuan said softly "I'm sorry" and then answered the phone.
The person on the other side didn't know what to say. Ren Zhaoyuan's expression changed when he heard it, and he got up with his phone: "What's going on? Will it affect the progress?"
After drinking a lot of wine and getting up in a hurry, Tan Zheng watched him sway before he stabilized his body and strode out.
Tan Xuqing tugged at Tan Zheng's sleeve and said that he wanted to live at Clear's place tonight. After seeing Tan Zheng looking at the door several times, he realized that Ren Zhaoyuan was no longer there: "Brother, where is Teacher Ren?"
"Going to answer the phone," Tan Zheng felt uneasy when he thought about how Ren Zhaoyuan left when he had been out for a long time, "I'll go out and have a look."
After coming out, he looked around and saw no one for a week. Tan Zheng chose a direction with few people and walked around. After turning around a pond, he saw Ren Zhaoyuan talking to a man at the end of the corridor.
They should be familiar.
Ren Zhaoyuan leaned against the embossed stone pillar, his posture was a little lazy, and there was a cigarette between his fingers.
He rarely sees Ren Zhaoyuan smoking.
I met him by chance outside the back wall of the library in college, but he looked too directly, and Ren Zhaoyuan quickly found him and turned away.
I saw him once at the beginning of last year. Across the street, Ren Zhaoyuan was sitting in front of the car with his back slightly hunched. Later, he casually tucked his cigarette on the hood and glanced in his direction casually when he got up. Tan Zheng was so shocked that his hands were burned by the smoke, and only then did he realize that at such a distance, Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't see himself in the car.
This is the third time.
Every time Ren Zhaoyuan smokes, there is an indescribable loneliness. Even if you don't know what happened to him or why, you just stand not far from him and watch quietly as a bystander, you will feel sad.
The man opposite saw Tan Zheng first, and then Ren Zhaoyuan turned to look at him.
Tan Zheng stepped forward, and in Ren Zhaoyuan's sight, he approached him step by step and walked to his side.
"Brother Zhaoyuan."
Ren Zhaoyuan reached out and put out the smoke at the place where the koi was painted, and asked, "Why did you come here?"
"Come out and breathe."
Ren Zhaoyuan nodded and said to another person beside him, "This is..."
"I know, President Tan, I have been looking forward to it for a long time, I am Yao Qiming."
Tan Zheng remembers people very well, and is sure that he has never seen him: "Mr. Yao, I am Tan Zheng."
"I'm not a boss, I just sell cars," Yao Qiming saw him from above without any cover, "I'm all brothers who can't get along with Zhao Yuanqing's grandson, I'm twenty years older than you, you want Call Brother Yao if you want."
"...Brother Yao."
He was someone Ren Zhaoyuan knew well. Tan Zheng had nothing to call him, but he mentioned Zhao Yuanqing.
Tan Zheng avoided the gaze that he could feel even without looking at Ren Zhaoyuan, and being exposed in front of Ren Zhaoyuan for what he was hiding was enough to make him panic.
What's more, he kept the affair with Zhao Yuanqing a secret, and he didn't plan to let Ren Zhaoyuan know.
Yao Qiming came to participate in a sports car club's car club, also to find Ren Zhaoyuan and Tongzhou to get together at the end of the year. I originally planned to contact him tomorrow, but I ate at a restaurant without realizing it, and came out and met face to face.
When Yao Qiming returned to the box and went to Ren Zhaoyuan, he asked Tan Zheng, "What happened to you and Zhao Yuanqing?"
Ren Zhaoyuan's brows were filled with the tiredness that he had not seen before. Tan Zheng's heart tightened, and he felt a throbbing pain: "There is a conflict in the company's business."
"How long?"
Tan Zheng didn't speak for a while, Ren Zhaoyuan frowned and nodded: "That's a long time."
"No, just..."
When Ren Zhaoyuan thought about it, he was able to string together Tan Zheng's busy and covert words for so long: "This is why I worked overtime today."
Tan Zheng said yes.
"In the last few days, is it getting better, or is it more troublesome?"
Tan Zheng didn't know why Ren Zhaoyuan asked such a question, but he still explained truthfully: "More."
When he opened his mouth to say something, he was suddenly choked by the cold air he inhaled and the smell of smoke lingering in his throat, his body tightened with the cough, and the stomach pain he had endured all night suddenly broke through the defense line and rushed out to scream.
When Tan Zheng supported him and patted his back, he realized that his body temperature was abnormally high: "Are you still having a fever?"
"It's alright," Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't help but bowed and pressed his stomach, forced himself down for a while, then turned around and left, "Tell me, please, go back first."
Tan Zheng immediately followed in stride, and called the driver to wait at the door.
Every time he helped him, he was pushed away, and until he went out, Ren Zhaoyuan still didn't mean to stop, and Tan Zheng pulled him firmly: "Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."
"Need not."
Ren Zhaoyuan was wearing a poplin shirt that he wore indoors. He was still burning with a fever, and he couldn't stand the cold wind at all. Regardless of whether he said it was necessary or not, Tan Zheng took him to the car half-pulling and half-push.
"Need not.."
"Tan Zheng, let go.."
Ren Zhaoyuan finally ran out of his last patience after repeated ineffective resistance, and tried his best to break free and growl: "I said no, you don't understand!"
After all, he was an adult male, even if Ren Zhaoyuan was suffering from a fever and stomach pain, the sudden burst of power should not be underestimated.
Tan Zheng staggered back a few steps before standing up, because Ren Zhaoyuan's sudden hoarse voice was stunned for a while.
"I'm sorry," Ren Zhaoyuan took a deep breath and said, "I can take care of myself, don't worry, you can go back."
His shirt was very loose, and the hem was writhing out. His mental fatigue and physical illness made him look unusually weak, as if he would disappear into the wind of the twelfth lunar month at any time.
Tan Zheng turned back and got into the car.
Ren Zhaoyuan turned and left.
Just after walking a few meters, hurried footsteps came from behind, and before Ren Zhaoyuan could react, he was wrapped in a thick coat with a dry and warm air conditioner.
And a broad, firm chest.
The two heartbeats resonated at different frequencies, and Tan Zheng's voice slammed on the side of his ear.
"Do not be sad.."
The author says:
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!