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Yiren finished washing at the fastest speed, and the black hair in the forehead was still wet and sticking to the white and translucent skin. Then he changed his clothes and ran down in a furry coat.

Chang Yue didn't go. It was a bit disappointing to make a light bulb at this time to disturb their two-person world.

Besides, standing upstairs has a better view than below, and there is also a feeling of watching a musical. In the white snow, a pair of lovers embracing each other should be particularly beautiful.

Seeing the Xie Yi people rushing out, seeing Zheng Zheng picking up the Iraqi people, and seeing the Yi people gently blowing away the snow on Zheng's head with his hands, Chang Yue felt inexplicable.

This is love. Although I am busy every day, I care about each other. Even people like Mr. Zheng, who are as stone as they know, stepped on the snow in the early morning of their birthday and wished the Xie people a blessing.

How about yourself? The goods knew the guns, and Chang Yue was distressed. After receiving the Nobel Prize tonight, be sure to find a bar to drunk him!

Chang Yue didn't know that when she wanted to drink with Su Yun, the smile on the corner of her mouth was sweet and beautiful.

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"How long have you been standing?" Yiren brushed the snow off Zheng Ren's head, half-haired white hair, and she struck again slightly, asking softly.

"It didn't take long for you to get up so early." Zheng Ren smiled happily. The things he was worried about didn't happen. It seemed that luck was once again showing great power.

"It's time to get up." Xie Yi hugged Zheng Ren for a moment, then took his hand, put it in front of his mouth, and took a breath.

"It's neither cold nor cold." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yi's head and laughed, "You wear less, be careful not to catch a cold."

"No, you're not cold anymore."

"Well, you go back quickly." Zheng Ren put his hand on Xie Yi's face and gently held it up. Against the background of the Shay, the beautiful snowflake seemed to be ugly. He wanted to cover the falling snow, but in vain.

"Give you your birthday present, take it back quickly." Zheng Ren froze Xie Yi's head, and then let go, covering his hands with the falling snow in the sky. Even if it was useless, he did it subconsciously, the other one Remove the backpack behind you with your hand.

A few centimeters of white snow fell on the backpack, Zheng Ren brushed them away, thought about it, and took Yiren's hand into the hotel.

"Be careful not to catch cold." Zheng Ren whispered casually. "Well, this is the calendar, this is also the calendar."

"..." The Xie people suddenly remembered the two trees in front of Lu Xun's house.

"It's different." Zheng Ren smiled happily. "Only one can be turned every day. Don't be so curious all of a sudden. Each one is different. I have thought about it for a long time."

"Why two?" The Shay asked in wonder.

"Emmm, because when you tear them one by one, you will see very interesting things." Zheng Ren laughed, "Well, this is mine. It says that every day from December 10 last year to now Miss. "

"Well? When did you learn the earthly love feelings?" Xie Yiren was puzzled by the word "miss" from Zheng Ren's mouth.

"This is not a local love story, it's just telling the truth." Zheng Ren handed the first calendar to the Xie Yi people.

The gift was beautifully packaged, and the Shay people saw it when it was opened on December 10. There is a line above, which is familiar to me, written by Zheng Ren. But it's not the one written on it with a ball pen, it's printed on it.

It seems that he customized it at the factory. Xie Yi smiled. It was different from the gift he expected. Zheng Ren still thought hard.

There is no pattern on the calendar, only the dark flowers as a background, like the street lights in the streets of Stockholm.

Today is Yiren's birthday. We made preparations together in the pedestrian street. Lights, snowflakes, rich children playing the violin, I do n’t understand the melody, but I think the melody is beautiful on a quiet night.

But soon we received a call from the emergency department, and we ran back to the emergency department like a stray wild dog to perform emergency surgery.

Today has been very fulfilling and I miss it very much.

The text written on the calendar is straightforward. Poems are not poems. Prose is not prose. Love words are not love words. The simplest description is what happened last year and today. Not even the details, simple and simple, just like Zheng Ren's.

Shay's eyes were brilliant, and he gently swiped across the page, asking softly, "What's on the next page?"

"I'll know you tomorrow," Zheng Ren laughed. "I remember every day of the year clearly, don't look ahead."

"Well, it's a puppy!" Shay looked at the calendar with a smile. She tried hard to think what kind of surprises would appear as time passed by.

"This is another one, you can use it as a note." Zheng Ren said another "jujube tree".

"Different things inside?"

"Well, it's different. About a month later, you can see the structure above, and you can guess what it is. I've seen the abrasive tool, and it's very beautiful." Zheng Ren laughed.

"Then I use it for records." The Shay said, holding the box.

"Okay, okay, take your time to go back, it's cold outside, and you still wear less." Zheng Ren stunned again.

"I thought you would give me the Nobel Medal."

"Everyone thinks so," Zheng Rendao said, "but that's too easy, there is no sense of ceremony."

Those who can stand on the streets of Stockholm and say that the medals of the Nobel Prize have no sense of ceremony, it is probably Zheng Ren.

"Hey, what are you writing tomorrow?" Xie Yiren still loved the first "jujube tree". Knowing that Zheng Ren would not say, she asked softly.

"Come back, and see you after breakfast." Zheng Ren shuffled Shay's hair and looked at her hair fluffy.

"Upstairs and upstairs ~ www. ~ I go back to the room to wash." Zheng Ren took the Xie Yiren back upstairs and sent her back to the room, only a long breath of satisfaction.

It seems that Yiren likes his birthday gift very much, and then there is still a whole year to think about next year's birthday ... or else to remake the Nobel medal? Seems like a good idea.

Zheng Ren smiled, took out his mobile phone, and sent a WeChat to Professor Yang.

[Brother Yang, what happened to the patient yesterday? 】

Out of Zheng Ren's medical treatment, Professor Yang's WeChat returned in less than 1 minute.

[I looked at ICU. The child was very healthy. 60ml of light red **** fluid was discharged from the drainage tube of the pregnant woman. The condition was stable and the operation should be successful. 】

Looking at a line of words, Zheng Ren could imagine what Yang was doing. This time, it should be around 13 o'clock in the imperial capital. It is estimated that he didn't even attend the class today. He went to the Women's and Children's Hospital at 8 in the morning and saw now.

The operation was successful, but Zheng Ren felt better.