Chapter 18 Section 6

Ding Yi didn't expect things to take such a turn for the worse, as if yesterday was the old society, but today she stepped into the new society, making her always think that she was dreaming, and urgently needed some tangible evidence. But her "treasure" just refused to send her evidence, and half a week passed, and there was no news from him, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and call herself. He was obviously very excited when he heard her voice, but he called out "Bao Yazi", followed by a very unromantic text: "Is musk meat delicious?" She said coquettishly, "Why haven't you called me these days?"

"Ah? Last time you told me to call you these few days? I didn't hear it. When did you say that?" She was amused by the sincerity and fear in his tone: "You won't hit me if I didn't tell you?" "You mean to fight even if you don't tell me?" "Ok." "Okay, I'll call you later." She couldn't help it, and laughed: "Why are you so rigid? I called you now, why are you calling me again later?" After a while, he really called her, but after the two sides exchanged "Bao Yazi", he didn't have anything to say.

She asked, "Do you have anything to do with me?" "Didn't you tell me to call you?" She had no choice but to induce him slowly: "Have you missed me these days?" "Think about it." "What do you miss about me?" "I wonder why Baoyazi treats me so well? There is no one in the world who treats me better than Baoyazi." She was moved, and said softly, "Come over to my house for dinner this weekend." "Just come to eat for no reason?" "Why is it for no reason, you are my boyfriend, of course we have to have dinner together on weekends."

"But I'm going to go to county C for acupuncture on the weekend." "Do you have to go to acupuncture points for two days on the weekend?" "Well, three surgeries were arranged for me." She couldn't help it: "Okay then, you go to the hole, how about next week?" "I'm going to go to acupuncture points next week, until the end of the month." She was helpless: "Then when can we be together?" He said nothing. She said coquettishly, "You don't even want to be with me, so what do you call loving me?" He was terrified again: "I didn't say I didn't want to be with you!"

"Then come and play at my house on Friday night." "But I'm going to County C after get off work on Friday." "Come over at night?" "How else would we have time for the operation on Saturday morning?" "How about Thursday night?" He hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, on Thursday night, I won't do the experiment until I get back from you." She ran home on Thursday afternoon, had an early dinner, took a shower, washed her hair, dressed up, tidied up the bedroom, and sat there waiting for him. He arrived on time, and instead of the famous old tracksuit, he wore a very thin old undershirt without a collar, and one sleeve had partly come off the main body, exposing his shoulders.

She asked in surprise: "What's the matter? Did you fight with someone?" He pulled up the sagging sleeve in vain, and said, "No, it was torn in the traffic." She immediately ran to find a father's T-shirt and told him to put it on. He took the T-shirt to the bathroom, and returned to her bedroom after a while. He had already put it on and washed his face. The T-shirt was a bit short, but it didn't affect his aura. He sat on the chair in front of the writing desk without pointing, drinking the iced drink she prepared for him, but stared straight ahead at the calendar on the wall.

At first she thought he was looking at the song she had tampered with, and was about to turn over the calendar, but found that he didn't look at it, what he looked at was "confused", probably not used to falling in love. It was also the first time for her to officially fall in love, and she really didn't know how to talk about it, but she knew that if she didn't find something to say, this idiot would sit there without saying a word, and maybe even ask to go back to do experiments.She said without words: "What are you busy with these days?" "Not all of those things."

Then there was nothing to say.She wondered to herself, wondering what other people are talking about when they are in love?Why do you talk so much?Why don't we have anything to say? After sitting bored for a while, he asked, "Is there anything you need me to do at home? If not, I'll go back." She was not happy: "You just sat down for a while and you are going back?" "It's okay to sit here." "Is it necessary to have something to sit here? You don't want to be with me if you don't have anything?" He glanced at her, and probably found that her face was not right, frightened, and looked at her in fear.

Her heart softened, and she enlightened her: "You haven't heard people say that when you fall in love, you have to talk about it? If you don't talk about it, how can it be called a love affair?" He thought for a while and took the initiative to start a topic: "I told those little nurses in Corey about us." "Really? So fast?" "They always introduce me to someone, but they always fail. Every time, the women think that I am a rural person. This time they want to introduce me to someone again. I said to them: You don't need to introduce me. , I have a girlfriend, city people!"

She asked curiously: "Really? What did they say?" "They asked who it was, and I said it was you. They didn't believe it, and asked me to show evidence. I showed them the photos, and they believed it." "What else did those little nurses say?" "They asked me how I caught up with you." "what do you say?" "I said I didn't chase you. You liked me yourself, and you have liked me since you were in the hospital." She almost jumped up: "How can you say to outsiders that I am chasing you?" "I didn't say you were chasing me."

"You didn't directly say that I chased you, but you said that you didn't chase me, and that I liked you since you were hospitalized. Doesn't that mean that I chased you?" He wanted to make up for it: "Then I'll go and tell them tomorrow, you didn't like me since I was hospitalized, you just..." She laughed: "Forget it, forget it, stop drawing, the more you draw, the darker it gets." He pretended to be smart: "Then I will give them instructions tomorrow and tell them not to spread the word." "Stop making trouble out of nothing. The more you tell them not to pass it on, the more they want to pass it on." He frowned and said, "How could they do this?" "Forget it, don't blame them. Guarding your mouth is like guarding against Sichuan. The more guarded you are, the more you will be exposed. You can say whatever you want in the future." He still frowned and had a bitter face, as if he didn't quite understand what she was laughing at. She laughed for a while and asked, "Then when did you fall in love with me? Did you fall in love with me as soon as I entered the hospital, so you performed the operation on me yourself?" "I didn't operate on you." She was taken aback: "What? You didn't do my operation? Who did it?" "It must be an intern. Minor operations like appendicitis are performed by interns." "A trainee doctor did it? Then why did my mother hear that you did it?" "As long as it's an intern I bring, all operations I perform are on my head." "My God, which intern? Is it a man or a woman?" "It should be a man." She was so angry that she thumped him: "How did you arrange for a man to operate on me?" "Where did I arrange it? It's whoever's turn it is. During that time, the intern doctors I took were all men." Even if this romantic history was "clicked" by him, she was unwilling to check the next paragraph: "During that ward round, did you take those interns away on purpose?" "Oh, that means leaving after checking your ward." "Didn't you take them away because you were afraid of my embarrassment?" "Why are you ashamed to do ward rounds?" "But you didn't check me." He thought for a while: "Maybe it was a leak, but I remember I checked it later." She was disappointed, and punched him a few more times: "If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't like you!" He was terrified again: "I knew what it was like earlier?" She didn't want to torture her any more, maybe changing wards or something was not as romantic as she had imagined, he was not a romantic person at all, and he didn't have any romantic thoughts about her before, until she proposed to be his girlfriend. Not a moment before, he hadn't been in love with her. However, after she raised it, he still readily accepted it. It seems that for a person like him, he can only ignore the past and focus on the future. But the future is not good. He is almost twenty-nine, and he has to give birth at the age of thirty. If he can't give birth, will he still be with her?His mother said that her butt was too small, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear children, and that fourth master also said the same.If they use this to instigate him, they may not wait until he is thirty, and they will be able to make a fuss about them, because he follows Man Jialing too much. She asked worriedly: "I remember when I went to your house, your mother said that my place was too small. Did she still say that after seeing the photos this time?" "Where is it too small?" She guessed that she had nothing to hide from him, so she had to say bluntly: "The buttocks are too small." "She didn't say." She was overjoyed: "Really?" "The photo is of the face, not the buttocks." It turned out to be the reason!She asked, "What about you, what do you think?" He glanced at her: "you sit on the bed, I can't see." She had no choice but to stand up, go to the side, and turn around for him to see. "It's useless to look at it, I don't know if you have meat." She walked up to him and stood between his legs. He touched it academically and said academically: "Your pelvis should not be too small, but you don't have meat on your butt, so it looks a bit small. It's okay, You will grow up after you get married." "What? Will you grow up after you get married? Why?" "It's probably because of hormones." "Then I won't get married, I don't want to grow up there." He was a little embarrassed, thought for a while, and said seriously: "We can have less sex, that might be better." She laughed and fell into his arms, and he seemed to catch a bag of yams thrown over by someone. Looking for a suitable place to store her. She rode on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "You are so funny, I'm going to die laughing at you." He pushed her again and again: "Don't do this, don't do this." "What's the matter?" "It's hot, and you don't wear enough clothes, so something will happen."