Chapter 15:

Shen Yan woke up because he felt a furry paw scratching him.
When he opened his eyes, he just hummed at the trembling face of the little guy after he fell asleep. Probably sleeping soundly and having a good appetite, now I am hungry and want to eat.
Shen Yan smiled slightly and reached out to gently touch the small piece of fur between the cat's ears.
The little guy was comfortably served, bowed and stretched lazily in front of his chest. With such a movement, the sound of paper rustling at close range caught his attention. Only then did the cat step on a few sheets of paper under his paws.
Look closely, there are still words written on the paper.
No such thing existed before my nap. Shen Yan was taken aback for a while, and carefully lifted the cat first, then pulled out the crumpled pieces of paper from under his paws.
The order of these pieces of paper has been disturbed when it was taken out, and the content hasn't started to read yet.
Qi Qi?
He seemed to wake up like a dream, he got up from the sofa at once, rolled up the kitten with a blanket and was about to rush out, but his feet accidentally hit the same thing beside the sofa. He only heard the sound of "pop", the whole thing Fall to the ground.
Looking down, it turned out to be a silver gift bag with an exquisitely packed moon cake gift box.
While staring at the gift box, the door of the rest room was suddenly pushed open. The head nurse Ms. Pang's loud voice did not arrive first: "Dr. Shen! There is a new patient, a golden retriever in the outpatient clinic. It seems to be indigestion, you go and see. "
"Okay." Shen Yan returned to her mind and promised to ask her in turn, "Just now ... Has the reporter from Provincial TV Station been here?"
"Yeah," Ms. Pang nodded, her face surprised. "I told him that you rested here, and he came up on his own. Why? You didn't meet? He said he came to give you something. I saw him. The building came down soon, and thought you had finished talking! "
"So, the others have left?"
"It's been a while." Ms. Pang recalled for a moment and told him Qi Qi had walked for about half an hour.
Now that it has left, there is no need to chase it out.
Shen Yan looked down at the paper held in her hand and sighed for a long time, and asked Ms. Pang to go downstairs to prepare: "I know. You ask the nurse to do a basic check for the dog. I will come in ten minutes. "
The little guy in his arms was so hungry that his two claws kept scratching him, pitifully.
Shen Yan took the cat food and put it in a disc to let him eat slowly. Then he moved a chair where the cat ate, and carefully read the papers left by Qi Qi.
The content on the paper is just as polite and gentle as the person writing it.
The paw print card he sent was mentioned at the beginning, and he expressed sincere joy and gratitude very sincerely.
In the middle, I wrote two paragraphs of audience feedback I heard from the TV station, the effect of the news, and the comments of the media. I hope that more hospitals will follow this move in the future, rescue the abused animals and so on.
Then, what is said from a personal standpoint:
"Although the little guys have all found the new nest successfully, I should be happy about it, but I am really reluctant to think that I can no longer read diaries about them. I think this kind of email exchange is more than work. Is an experience of sharing love and happiness. "
After so long emails, Qi Qi confessed her true feelings for the first time.
Then it's about him.
"The first time I heard about you from the Animal Rescue Association, I came up with the idea of ​​getting to know you, and I am glad to be able to successfully cooperate with you. According to your wishes, there is no mention of your personal in the news reports broadcasted to the outside world. Relevant information, many people do n’t know how much time and energy you put into this, but I know. Whether it is a diary or actual treatment, I can see that you are a medical ethic, kind-hearted, and meticulous. Doctor. Thank you, and, glad to meet you. "
Qi Qi rarely says such obvious personal feelings.
However, the usual tone returned to the last place--
"I wish you good health, smooth work and happy family in the future. In addition, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and hope you like the box of mooncakes. ^ _ ^"
At the place where the signature was signed, a cat-like paw print was drawn with a pen. The name "Qi Po" was signed in the paw print, marked with the date and ended.
The word "goodbye" was not mentioned throughout.
But at the end of the reading, this seems to be what he meant. Because he left no room for reply.
Shen Yan watched the hand-painted cat's paw print, and momentarily folded the papers in a pocket in front of her chest.
The kittens on the ground are still eating cat food in a heartless manner.
If, as he used to remain silent ... this matter can stop here.
If he is silent.
Qi Chen returned to the unit in silence all the way. The time was just right, with ten minutes left for the lunch break, enough for him to buy some food in the nearby supermarket and fill his stomach.
Colleagues were right to remind me that they ran outside for more than two hours. The autumn wind was chilly and their fingers were frozen.
However, I felt relieved in my heart, and I felt relieved.
Obviously, he expressed his emotions on his face, because when the person just stepped into the office, the colleague he met face-to-face asked, "Qi Qi, did something good happen?"
He smiled softly and returned to his seat, pulling away the swivel chair, curiously: "Why do you ask?"
"Because you were listless when you went to work in the morning, now you look relaxed." Those who engage in the news have a little observation.
"Yeah," Qi Qiao sat back in his seat and said lightly, "Because he made a knot."
"Finished?" The colleague's expression at this moment seemed to be solving a higher math problem.
"You said, should a good man be with a good woman?" Qi Qin didn't answer his question positively, but suddenly came out a word without a head and a tail.
The colleague blinked his eyes twice and gave a positive answer very smoothly: "It's true."
Qi Xiao smiled, keeping her eyes on the working documents on the table, and continued calmly as usual, "So the decision I made was not wrong."
In this society where reality is almost cruel, the last word is the last word.
I don't even understand this point.
"Qi Qi." Colleagues gasped suddenly, eyes wide open. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he had solved the first step of the higher math problem, although it was in the wrong direction, "Are you ... are you involved in extramarital affairs? Engaging in a married woman?"
Although the colleague's voice has been suppressed to the lowest level, there are still people with sharp ears that can be heard.
Yes, such as Mr. Guisunzi who eats by ear.
"Yo! Qi Qi, I really can't see it. Are you actually going to be a married woman?" Mr. Gui Sunzi seemed to be coming out of the ground, his face full of excitement.
Qi Qi began to seriously consider whether he was actually a descendant of Tu Xingsun.
Whose descendant is not known, but he knows the voice of Mr. Gui Sunzi's loudspeaker. With a shout, he had successfully spread the word just across the office.
auzw.com The office was silent for a moment, and collectively raised its ears to listen to the following.
"Coughing." Realizing that he might have inadvertently caused a major disaster, colleagues had to temporarily activate the pretend mode.
"Look at you, young and promising, with a bright future, why did you do such a thing? Alas ~ it seems I want to remind married ladies to be more careful about you." Mr. Gui Sunzi must be a good helper in the kitchen Because he added fuel and vinegar, his ability to incite the flames should not be underestimated.
Qi Qin turned the seat very face-saving and smiled at him slightly: "Relax, even if I really go for a married woman, Mrs. Sun will be very safe."
Mr. Guisunzi's wife has been to the unit several times.
Husband and wife, husband and wife like.
Qi Qi has always marveled at the couple who are so consistent from the outside to the inside. Such a match, such a combination of music and harmoniousness, will not do all the things that are not conducive to social security and national development.
Mr. Guisunzi suffered many battles and defeats. He even forgot to win the reward, and scrambled out.
Thanks to Mr. Gui Sunzi for providing the trough points, Qi Qi was refreshed after vomiting the trough, feeling that his condition had all improved, so the afternoon interview went smoothly.
With a bang, Qi Qi intends to use this energy to plan the Mid-Autumn Festival special at night.
If everything goes according to plan, you may be able to take half a day off during the Mid-Autumn Festival, listen to the drama, and record something.
After six o'clock at night, the TV station building was brightly lit and bright, especially the several offices of the news channel. In order to be compassionate for their hard work overtime, the director was willing to take out the bleeding and called takeaway, to treat those who would stay in the unit at night. Qi Qi took the opportunity to have a good meal and was 100% satisfied.
Take a step back into the sky.
Since he made up his mind, not only did he feel relaxed, but his work also gradually got on track.
Qi Chen was comfortably eating the director's lunch box, making a cup of coffee, and putting herself into the usual working state. Occasionally, my eyes hit the envelope with a small sharp corner in the file holder. Even if I still pause for a while now, as long as my eyes don't stop, it should be fine.
He temporarily focused his attention on the computer screen and focused on various official mails.
Suddenly, the number of unread emails is refreshed to "1", and new emails are coming.
Qi Qi habitually went to click on the inbox, but the moment she saw the title of the new mail, her breath could not help but stagnate.
-"About the diary".
Short, clear, and at a glance you know what you are writing and who wrote it.
Qi Qi felt that there was less sugar in the coffee and the taste was bitter. He drank his head up and drank it all at once, and the astringent and strong taste penetrated into his nose and throat, making him unable to speak for a short time.
Even if he drinks another ten cups of coffee, no one will open the email for him.
Realizing this, he finally dropped the cup with his fate, tapped his index finger gently, and let the mouse click on the title.
This message is very short.
The full text has only one sentence and one signature.
"If you want to see it, I will continue to write.-Shen Yan."
The twelve words reflected in his eyes, and his eyes did not blink.
The edge of the font is as sharp as the blade, which makes him feel a sharp pain in the process of seeing.
"Hoo ..." He heard a hard gasp, and his throat seemed to be finally cleared, and his breathing continued.
In this narrow single compartment, how can I suppress it, the breath of the very harsh, like the intensive care unit, is still hitting the eardrum. There seemed to be no more air in his chest, so suffocating.
I do not want to see.
Don't write.
I really want to reply with the same brief words.
However, the finger has closed the mail without knowing what to do, returned to the inbox page, and quickly ticked the front of the mail to select it, and the mouse moved to the "delete" button.
Probably caffeine's effect came up, and the right hand began to tremble slightly, making it harder to stop.
Only twelve words.
With only twelve words, it ruined the mood of packing up.
He maintained this posture for a long time until his arms started to sore, and he couldn't execute the delete command.
The work is only half done.
Miscellaneous things are still piled up.
Qi Qi closed her eyes tightly, lowered her head and took a deep breath, and when the eyes opened again, she set up a new folder in the mailbox, named "to be deleted", and moved the email directly into it. The moment the four-character title disappeared from the mailing list, he laughed bitterly and deceptively, trying to find a little bit of relief that had been scattered.
At this time, a colleague in the same interview group, nicknamed "Fat Sea" happened to hiccup and bypassed his desk.
Qi Qi remembered that he seemed to be running out of the field during the Mid-Autumn Festival. When he received the notice a few days ago, he was still crying, complaining that he could not accompany his wife and children during the holiday. I have to go to K City for business after two days. Ca n’t I go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

"Yeah, Mid-Autumn Festival this year is considered a soup." Fat Hai still looks sad.
"Then ... shall I go for you?" Qi Zi asked to take the initiative.
"Are you serious?" Fat Hai unexpectedly cried out a surprise, but his jubilant look gradually lingered back, "Uh ... although thank you for your kindness, but you are not Can't you stay for the holidays? I think it's okay. "
"It's okay, I live alone in the local area, and I don't go back to my hometown, and I'm already used to traveling." Qi Chen smiled gently.
"Are you sure?" Fat Hai scratched his head in shame. He really hopes to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family.
"Well, sure." Qi Qi lowered her eyes and made her expression as natural as possible. Now that he has all spoken of this, Fat Hai is of course willing to accept it, and he is still thanking him, claiming that Qi Qi can replace him when he does not want to travel.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether you travel or not, you just don't want to stay here.
I promised that I would reply to the email within 24 hours. But this time, he has decided not to reply again.
Although the possibility is very small, he is afraid that the person will call suddenly, or suddenly appear in the unit. It may even happen somewhere in this city at a certain time.
Therefore, it is better to temporarily disappear for a while.
Qi Qi looked at the screen in a trance, the square words in the document on the computer became a little vague. It seems to be seeping water.
Reached and touched the forehead.
The fever has receded, and all that remains is the dull pain of a faint attack.
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