On the last day of the seminar, there was only a half-day meeting, and the participants were arranged in the afternoon to visit and free activities.
The evening farewell ceremony was held in the top-floor banquet hall of a five-star hotel in the city.
Chen Yang has been a little absent-minded since the afternoon.
The night before, as the end of the meeting was approaching, the pressure on work was much more eased than the previous few days. His desire to be squeezed into the corner gradually broke through the siege and became more and more enthusiastic.
The desire for that fair and beautiful body, the desire for the crying and red water eyes, the desire for a refreshing training, and the desire for Liang Yun.
Chen Yang remembered that one night before, Liang Yun spent the night at his house.
Because there were some temporary documents to be processed, Chen Yang went to the study room, opened the home theater before leaving, and told Liang Yun in the living room to pick a movie to watch.
Opposite the sofa in Chen Yang's living room is a blank wall without a TV, and there is a mechanism on the ceiling that can control the lifting and lowering of a small dome.
When he first showed it to Liang Yun, he said half-truely that he would record their training process, put it on this high-definition ball screen and savor it carefully, and then look at the red clouds on Liang Yun's face, burning to his ears bit by bit.
Chen Yang was very interesting.
When he finished his work and returned to the living room, he found that Liang Yun had a pillow on his back, but he was sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa.
The movie was tuned to silence, the plot seemed to be a gunfight, with flesh and blood flying fiercely on the dome, but the room was strangely quiet, and the light also flickered with the movie.
Liang Yun's eyes were not on the screen at all, and she was holding the book in her hand, and she was so sensible that she didn't even pay attention to him.
Chen Yang glanced at the title of the book, which was the French version of "The Little Prince".
She was in the Hollywood rains of bullets, but the years were quiet and time was quiet and she was watching a fairy tale book.
Until later, this scene remained in Chen Yang's memory and did not fade for a long time.
That day, Liang Yun pointed to a French translation from the book to him, which was the famous unique rose:
My rose, an ordinary passerby, thought she was the same as you.However, the flower of her alone is more important than all of you, because she was watered by me.Because I put her in the flower cover.Because I protected her with a screen.Because the caterpillars on her body (except for two or three being left to become butterflies) were destroyed by me.Because I have listened to her resentment and self-proclaiming, and sometimes I even listened to her silence.Because she is my rose.
Chen Yang thought, he missed his rose.
As soon as he finished work, he sent her a message and asked her if she had time the next night.
Liang Yun didn't reply immediately, and she didn't reply a few words until the early morning. Sorry, tomorrow won't work.
Chen Yang had a rare insomnia.
He was a little funny, laughing at himself for being impatient. He had always been as calm as water, but when did he go back to the young age of a young boy?
Originally he set the rules of the game, there was no consensual constraint between the two people, so of course she could say that it was not possible.Outside the game, they have an absolutely equal relationship with each other, and neither party has the obligation to accommodate the other party's schedule and plan.
However, Chen Yang tasted a bitter taste that he had not seen for a long time.
That kind of taste is called loss.
Liang Yun did not explain why, Chen Yang would not ask questions tactfully, although he wanted to ask: What is more important than reunion with him?
Perhaps it was because of the fatigue and pressure accumulated over the past few days that Chen Yang suffered from stomachache in half of the farewell party.
At first there was a faint pain, occasionally it seemed to be acupuncture, but in a short while it turned into colic, like someone clamped a certain place in the stomach with pliers, and began to twist it in one direction of the vortex.
Chen Yang's face began to turn pale, and the sweat on his head rose layer after layer, condensed into water droplets and rolled down.At first he barely held the wine glass with one hand and pressed the other against his stomach, intending to use violence to fight violence.Later, I couldn't hold on, so I had to put down the cup and press my hands on the place where the pain was.
The people next to him noticed something was wrong with Chen Yang, and immediately someone called a car to take him to the emergency room.
When I arrived at the hospital, I was diagnosed with duodenal ulcers, and it may have perforated after a little later.
He went to relieve pain first and started to get ill with water. His colleagues in the emergency department were still joking about him, saying that he was a doctor and could not be careful and he had to wait until he was terminally ill before he started to treat him.
Chen Yang smiled bitterly. Gastric ulcers have a lot to do with autonomic nervous system disorders, and negative emotions such as tension and anxiety are to blame.The work pressure these days is one aspect, but on the other hand, it is hard to say whether it is a result of being unable to think about another person.
After hanging a bottle of water, he drove away his friend who insisted on staying for a rest. I am not a child.
I also took the opportunity to go outside the ward for some breathing.
You are so old that you can still eat skewers and eat and stay in the hospital!I really convinced you!
Chen Yang looked up in surprise and looked in the direction of his hearing.
Could it be that my stomach hurts so much that I am confused and hallucinating?How could I hear her voice here?
Opposite the patio decorated with artificial green plants, Liang Yun was pushing a wheelchair and was walking slowly, still nagging the person sitting in the wheelchair.
A man with a thin face but gentle face.
I haven't eaten authentic skewers for more than two years. Now I've finally come back, but I accidentally ate too much!
He turned around and smiled apologetically.
Liang Yun glared at him and gave him a chestnut gently on his head.
Chen Yang's stomach was suddenly pulled from the bottom by a force, as if it was burned by heavy sourness, and it hurt so much that he wanted to vomit.
Did the painkiller just now fail so soon?
Future tense, parent-child interaction
Liang Yun: Son, which one do you want to see?Zootopia or Toy Story?
Chen Xiaoyang (holding a DIY style DVD box in his hand): What is this?"The Adventures of Liang Xiaomao", I have never heard of it!
Chen Yang (sacrificing himself to blow up the bunker posture): AhAhAh, this one is not good-looking or not!
Later, Chen Xiaoyang fell asleep, and Daddy's room
Chen Yang: I'm wrong, I'm wrong, baby, don't be angry Ah!Baby is the most beautiful!
The evening farewell ceremony was held in the top-floor banquet hall of a five-star hotel in the city.
Chen Yang has been a little absent-minded since the afternoon.
The night before, as the end of the meeting was approaching, the pressure on work was much more eased than the previous few days. His desire to be squeezed into the corner gradually broke through the siege and became more and more enthusiastic.
The desire for that fair and beautiful body, the desire for the crying and red water eyes, the desire for a refreshing training, and the desire for Liang Yun.
Chen Yang remembered that one night before, Liang Yun spent the night at his house.
Because there were some temporary documents to be processed, Chen Yang went to the study room, opened the home theater before leaving, and told Liang Yun in the living room to pick a movie to watch.
Opposite the sofa in Chen Yang's living room is a blank wall without a TV, and there is a mechanism on the ceiling that can control the lifting and lowering of a small dome.
When he first showed it to Liang Yun, he said half-truely that he would record their training process, put it on this high-definition ball screen and savor it carefully, and then look at the red clouds on Liang Yun's face, burning to his ears bit by bit.
Chen Yang was very interesting.
When he finished his work and returned to the living room, he found that Liang Yun had a pillow on his back, but he was sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa.
The movie was tuned to silence, the plot seemed to be a gunfight, with flesh and blood flying fiercely on the dome, but the room was strangely quiet, and the light also flickered with the movie.
Liang Yun's eyes were not on the screen at all, and she was holding the book in her hand, and she was so sensible that she didn't even pay attention to him.
Chen Yang glanced at the title of the book, which was the French version of "The Little Prince".
She was in the Hollywood rains of bullets, but the years were quiet and time was quiet and she was watching a fairy tale book.
Until later, this scene remained in Chen Yang's memory and did not fade for a long time.
That day, Liang Yun pointed to a French translation from the book to him, which was the famous unique rose:
My rose, an ordinary passerby, thought she was the same as you.However, the flower of her alone is more important than all of you, because she was watered by me.Because I put her in the flower cover.Because I protected her with a screen.Because the caterpillars on her body (except for two or three being left to become butterflies) were destroyed by me.Because I have listened to her resentment and self-proclaiming, and sometimes I even listened to her silence.Because she is my rose.
Chen Yang thought, he missed his rose.
As soon as he finished work, he sent her a message and asked her if she had time the next night.
Liang Yun didn't reply immediately, and she didn't reply a few words until the early morning. Sorry, tomorrow won't work.
Chen Yang had a rare insomnia.
He was a little funny, laughing at himself for being impatient. He had always been as calm as water, but when did he go back to the young age of a young boy?
Originally he set the rules of the game, there was no consensual constraint between the two people, so of course she could say that it was not possible.Outside the game, they have an absolutely equal relationship with each other, and neither party has the obligation to accommodate the other party's schedule and plan.
However, Chen Yang tasted a bitter taste that he had not seen for a long time.
That kind of taste is called loss.
Liang Yun did not explain why, Chen Yang would not ask questions tactfully, although he wanted to ask: What is more important than reunion with him?
Perhaps it was because of the fatigue and pressure accumulated over the past few days that Chen Yang suffered from stomachache in half of the farewell party.
At first there was a faint pain, occasionally it seemed to be acupuncture, but in a short while it turned into colic, like someone clamped a certain place in the stomach with pliers, and began to twist it in one direction of the vortex.
Chen Yang's face began to turn pale, and the sweat on his head rose layer after layer, condensed into water droplets and rolled down.At first he barely held the wine glass with one hand and pressed the other against his stomach, intending to use violence to fight violence.Later, I couldn't hold on, so I had to put down the cup and press my hands on the place where the pain was.
The people next to him noticed something was wrong with Chen Yang, and immediately someone called a car to take him to the emergency room.
When I arrived at the hospital, I was diagnosed with duodenal ulcers, and it may have perforated after a little later.
He went to relieve pain first and started to get ill with water. His colleagues in the emergency department were still joking about him, saying that he was a doctor and could not be careful and he had to wait until he was terminally ill before he started to treat him.
Chen Yang smiled bitterly. Gastric ulcers have a lot to do with autonomic nervous system disorders, and negative emotions such as tension and anxiety are to blame.The work pressure these days is one aspect, but on the other hand, it is hard to say whether it is a result of being unable to think about another person.
After hanging a bottle of water, he drove away his friend who insisted on staying for a rest. I am not a child.
I also took the opportunity to go outside the ward for some breathing.
You are so old that you can still eat skewers and eat and stay in the hospital!I really convinced you!
Chen Yang looked up in surprise and looked in the direction of his hearing.
Could it be that my stomach hurts so much that I am confused and hallucinating?How could I hear her voice here?
Opposite the patio decorated with artificial green plants, Liang Yun was pushing a wheelchair and was walking slowly, still nagging the person sitting in the wheelchair.
A man with a thin face but gentle face.
I haven't eaten authentic skewers for more than two years. Now I've finally come back, but I accidentally ate too much!
He turned around and smiled apologetically.
Liang Yun glared at him and gave him a chestnut gently on his head.
Chen Yang's stomach was suddenly pulled from the bottom by a force, as if it was burned by heavy sourness, and it hurt so much that he wanted to vomit.
Did the painkiller just now fail so soon?
Future tense, parent-child interaction
Liang Yun: Son, which one do you want to see?Zootopia or Toy Story?
Chen Xiaoyang (holding a DIY style DVD box in his hand): What is this?"The Adventures of Liang Xiaomao", I have never heard of it!
Chen Yang (sacrificing himself to blow up the bunker posture): AhAhAh, this one is not good-looking or not!
Later, Chen Xiaoyang fell asleep, and Daddy's room
Chen Yang: I'm wrong, I'm wrong, baby, don't be angry Ah!Baby is the most beautiful!
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