Chapter 255: Extra "After the Reunion" (I)

It's been a week since He Yu came to New York.

The first two days were like an out-of-body dream, needless to say, and the excitement, the ecstasy, the tears, the outpouring of heartfelt emotions, continued to erupt in the first few days of his meeting with him.

It took a few days for He Yu to finally find his way back to the realities of life.

The great joy that surged at the time of reunion, the overwhelming excitement, along with the days of being inseparably entangled, finally transformed into dripping rain, which fell softly on the brow and heart, washing away the coldness and dust on He Yu Yu's face in the past two years.

Xie Qingcheng still had some more consolidation treatments to do, and it would be another month before he could return to China, so He Yu booked a room in a hotel near the hospital for a month, so that he could come and take care of Xie Qingcheng's food and living every day.

At first he was so excited and lively that he ventured to try to bribe the doctor to stay in the ward. But this idea was dismissed without a second thought by the blonde attending physician, who couldn't stand the sight of these rich love-brained foppish young men, what the hell? What are they doing, using the hospital room as a vacation suite?

Hospitals are sacred places, and these uneducated and obscene bosses think that swiping a card will make him bow down?

Don't even think about it.

The attending doctor returned Mr. He's request for a companion bed and spoke cross-eyed in his office to Boss He, whose highest level of education was only high school, about the things he needed to pay attention to, before rolling his eyes and sending Mr. He away.

He didn't want to waste more words with stupid high school kids.

He Yu is in a good mood now, Xie Qingcheng is still alive, he is the happiest man in the world, not to mention the doctor rolled his eyes, even if he slapped him, he would say doctor, your hand hurts, don't hurt it, come on, doctor calm down. I am also a family member of a medical professional, I understand you very well, I will cooperate, I will cooperate.

Although it was a pity that he could not stay in the same room with Xie Qingcheng, he had already lost the treasure and found it again, so what could he complain about now? So he happily stayed in the next hotel.

Xie Qingcheng found the boy adorable. He Yu would come to his room at eight o'clock in the morning every day, and he would not leave until the night doctor came to check on him. In the eight or nine hours in between, He Yu sometimes talked to him about what had happened in the past two years, sometimes rubbed his legs, feet, shoulders and back, and sometimes did nothing at all, just sat next to him and read a book, staring blankly, his soft eyelashes hanging down in a very pretty way.

He has matured quite a bit now, with broad shoulders and a calm temperament, just looking at Xie Qingcheng and smiling, his face still has the flavor of youthful innocence when he was nineteen.

Xie Qingcheng sometimes thinks that when she first met eight-year-old He Yu at the age of twenty-one, she could never have imagined that the two of them would come to this day.

He Yu takes a taxi to Chinatown every morning before coming in - the hospital's nutritious meals are good, but not quite to Xie Qingcheng's liking.

There is a restaurant in Chinatown that sells the most varied breakfasts, from Cantonese morning tea to Northwest noodles, with a full range of everything, and the cook's skill is no less than that of his domestic master. The star product of this restaurant is the crystal shrimp dumplings, which are limited to 20 cages per day, while stocks last.

Xie Qingcheng does not know, just because he ate the first time casually praised the taste is good, He Yu every day, get up an hour early, dawn on the taxi to stand in front of people store waiting.

"I've got lots of goodies for you today, too."

Old time, as soon as ward visitation opens, He Yu walks in with a big paper bag and a smile.

Ward breakfast had been distributed, cereal and fruit yogurt bread and even a small can of hazelnut-flavored ice cream, but Xie Qingcheng knew He Yu would be coming, so he didn't take a bite.

If he ate the hospital breakfast, He Yu, although he would not say anything, but the two curtains of small fan-like eyelashes down, and a little lost when he did not speak, is going to make him intolerant.

Not to mention the fact that He Yu had brought the meal with him, which was more to his liking.

He Yu moved the bed in the hospital room over to a small table and opened the boxes of packed breakfast in order, and the warm and rich aroma of food immediately filled the single suite sprinkled with sunlight.

The restaurant's signature shrimp dumplings are placed in the center, with three full and fresh shrimp wrapped in a crackling clarified flour dumpling skin. In addition, the chef has also made a pork filling and chopped the tender tips of spring bamboo shoots, and the translucent skin is wrapped in a light pink filling, and when you bite into it, the lard on the inside overflows between your teeth without making your mouth feel greasy.

The sweetness of bamboo shoots, the firmness and elasticity of shrimp, together with finely chopped fresh meat, in this exquisite world of steaming tender and fragrant flavor, even the mood will follow the mouth will be happy.

Xie Qingcheng is not a materialistic person and doesn't demand much in the way of ingredients, but she couldn't help but eat three or five of them.

He wondered if it was because of He Yu's arrival that his appetite had changed, that food was no longer a necessary supplement for him in terms of carbo-vitamins and other nutrients, but had finally become a part of his life again.

With scent, taste and color.

"You don't want to be a picky eater." He Yu looks at him only eating that shrimp dumpling, smiles up and gives him a throaty mouth shengjianbao, "Come and try this."

Throat mouth shengjian is the kind of small shengjian in one bite, each only the size of a thumb, this store is made of live fermented bun skin, shengjian in the hot pot fully absorbed the soup of the meat filling, and the bottom of the pan-fried to a crispy golden, and then sprinkled with small green onions, pouring acidic rich Zhenjiang old vinegar, eat the aroma of the overlapping caught in your mouth, it is the Xie Qingcheng has not been tasted for a long time! It is a flavor that Xie Qingcheng has not tasted for a long time.

"The cafeteria at HUMC sells this kind of live noodle shengjian in the morning." He Yu said, "I didn't realize it was available in Chinatown."

Xie Qingcheng said, "Thank you."

Pushing the second cage of shrimp dumplings to He Yu: "You have some too."

He does not eat, joking, a total of twenty cages of things, he asked for five cages at once almost did not be the back of the overseas Chinese boss swung up the dragon head cane to break his legs.

"I don't want it, I want it sweet." He Yu said, taking the small can of hazelnut ice cream from the hospital tray that had been left out in the cold.

Xie Qingcheng frowned, even though he was already in such a relationship with He Yu, he was still used to speaking to the youth in the tone of an elder, "You can't eat ice in the morning."

The ice cream was taken away by Xie Qingcheng indisputably, replaced by a tissue, Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.

"This isn't how you've been coping with breakfast for the past two years."

"Nope."

In fact, he didn't care about anything in the morning at that time, a cup of ginger tea, a cookie, and didn't even want to make a fire.

Xie Qingcheng seemed to see through him, "You can't do this again."

He Yu smiled, "Then you go back and make me little wontons in chicken soup every day, okay."

Xie Qingcheng said without thinking, "Good."

He Yu's heart warmed and he added, "Then will you feed me?"

He was just teasing when he was in the heat of the moment, but he didn't expect Xie Qingcheng to lower his eyelids and take a crystalized shrimp dumpling and pass it to his mouth.

"...... You're twenty-five years old and you're still acting like a little kid. Open your mouth."

He Yu was stunned, he did not expect Xie Qingcheng would really give him whatever he wanted, not even a second's hesitation, although he was still training him, but it was by him fooling around.

He Yu looked at him, his almond eyes not blinking, then opened his mouth and bit the shrimp dumpling.

"Well? Did it get cold?"

He Yu let the freshness and fragrance melt in his mouth, and his heart seemed to melt with it.

He looked at his Dr. Xie obediently, like a homecoming animal, and then his snow-white teeth nipped the tips of the chopsticks that Xie Qingcheng hadn't had a chance to take back, like a small animal that had been fed and was rubbing against the back of its master's hand as a sign of tameness and friendliness.

"Hot." His dark eyes looked up at him and said, "Hot."

After breakfast, Xie Qingcheng rests on the hospital bed for a while.

He Yu brought his laptop with him, and when he took a nap, he sat next to it and typed away, taking care of some things in the management of Mei Yu's private hospital.

Xie Qingcheng occasionally looked at him sideways, He Yu still had the same look in his eyes as when he was a student, but when he was working, he had already exuded a more distinctive coldness and composure than He Jiwei did before.

Perhaps He Yu was never a lightweight; to outsiders, he was quiet, quiet, deep in his heart, and not at all approachable, except when he was facing himself, he was still a little kid, able to show that clean, almost somewhat naive smile.

He Yu was halfway through reading the internal documents of the board of directors when he noticed Xie Qingcheng's gaze and looked up with a slight question.

The two locked eyes, and He Yu smiled a little, explaining, "There are some projects where it would be better if I helped them look over them."

Xie Qingcheng nodded, "That's good. You continue."

He Yu went back to work.

Xie Qingcheng shifted his gaze to the window and looked at the streaming clouds for a while.

These past few days he had been with He Yu, and his little brat had become understanding, considerate, and composed, with that innocence and vigor in his brow that he had missed so much.

He Yu would talk to him about what had happened in the past two years, would dawdle in his room and refuse to leave, would bring him breakfast and tell him jokes ...... In short, everything was fine.

But Xie Qingcheng always felt that something was still wrong.

He always felt that, in addition to being more mature, He Yu seemed to have a little change that he was not quite comfortable with ......

What is it?

What's wrong with ......

Just watching, He Yu lifted his head from in front of the computer screen again, pursed his lips, and said somewhat uneasily, "Is there something on my face?"

"...... No." Xie Qingcheng said, "Can you help me get the book on the coffee table? I want to read for a while."

He Yu put down the notebook and got up, but did not go to help Xie Qingcheng get the book, but sat on the edge of his hospital bed, smiled and kissed the corner of his forehead.

"Stop reading and listen to the book, okay? I'm worried you're overusing your eyes."

The kiss was gentle, but fleeting, and while the touch of his lips remained on his skin, He Yu was already walking to the table to get his Bluetooth headset.

Last night, He Yu gave him a lot of listening software, which has a complete range of categories, from online novels to classic commentaries.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, "My eyes are fine, and the doctor explained it to you, so don't worry too much."

When Xie Qingcheng was first admitted to the private hospital, the therapist mentioned the high-tech prosthetic eye they were developing and testing on a small scale, but Xie Qingcheng was too distraught to listen.

Now that more years have passed, the American hospital, which is inextricably linked to Mandela's tissue technology, has made further breakthroughs in the development of prosthetic eyes.

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"Just like your leg prosthesis, it's almost impossible to tell that it's artificial." The hospital also explained very carefully with He Yu, introduced a whole bunch of materials that He Yu couldn't understand, after talking about a series of terminology, the doctor paused, looked at Boss He, whose highest education level was high school, with a very compassionate gaze, and picked a simple one to talk about, "In short, it's just that there's no difference between it and his previous eye, and it's not the kind of common marketplace product that's only used to fill in without any real purpose, you can ask him yourself, this prosthetic eye is very good, we recommended it to him when he first came to the hospital. You can ask him yourself, these prosthetic eyes are so good that we recommended them to him when he first came to the hospital. You see, he doesn't even have to wear glasses now."

He Yu really stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes for a while.

It was still the same peach eyes, modeled exactly after their former counterparts, still very pretty and even a bit translucent and glazed.

The technology of prosthetic eye transplantation has been tested to rebuild the bridge of vision. The hospital's partner is a laboratory in Honolulu that was founded by Duan Cuizhen's teacher, Mr. Chou, but has taken a completely different path from Duan Cuizhen's Mandela.

"But this is a test item anyways." He Yu flexed his knuckles and gently touched Xie Qingcheng's eyelids, whispering, "Although it seems to be fine now, but who can say what will go wrong later on, it's better to be careful."

That's why he insisted that Xie Qingcheng listen to books and not read them.

Xie Qingcheng was rather displeased about listening to the book - he's still old-school, dad-like thinking, after all.

Again, it's a Nightingale book, he looks at it by himself and he feels like he's learning, take a phone app and play it, that's different, that becomes a pastime and entertainment.

Xie Qingcheng was not fond of diversionary entertainment, and he finally took off his headphones in a less-than-pleased manner, simply closing his eyes and meditating with his eyes closed.

He Yu thought he was tired, put down the work in hand again, walked over and put a piece of clothing on his shoulder. During the process, he looked at Xie Qingcheng's handsome face for a while, a long time, about half a minute.

Xie Qingcheng thought He Yu would bow down and kiss him. In the end, I didn't expect that after more than half a minute had passed, He Yu actually returned to the computer, opened the work group, and continued to communicate with his coworkers!

"......"

With the shadow He Yu had cast over him leaving, Xie Qingcheng slowly opened his eyes, frowning slightly as he watched the youth's busy figure nearby.

He seemed to realize what was wrong with He Yu ......