Chapter 496

Song Xi had been walking downstairs with George Sheng before he remembered and asked, "what did you talk to Dong Xu for so long?"

"Teach him to be bad," said Georgeson

Song Xi side head aims at him, fundus with doubt, a few seconds later: "what's the matter with him?"

Song Xi still doesn't believe that Gu Dongxu will be a demon for no reason. Something must have happened.

They went to the car, opened the door and sat in one after another. George Sheng said, "one day when he had to bow to his feelings, the principle he always insisted on, what do you think he would do?"

Song Xi was stunned when she heard that he was a smart man. She only pondered for a moment and then asked, "what happened to his family?"

George Sheng face light reply way: "in my opinion is not a matter, in his opinion, big thing."

Song Xi frowned: "no wonder he suddenly abnormal."

"Don't worry about him, it's a man who should be at home, that's what he should do," Georgeson said

Song Xi said in a low voice: "he has nothing persistent in his life, except to be a good policeman." How hard should he feel at the moment?

"No one says that dreams can't exist, it's just that when the time comes, we'll go back from idealism to realism," he said

Song Xi looked ahead and saw the white light of the street lamp in her eyes. Her voice was soft and she said with emotion: "I get along with Dong Xu very well. Some people say we are like each other. In fact, we are different in character, because I don't have his desperate persistence. I want to be a good doctor, but now I have come to understand that disease can cure my heart completely but not completely, I don't dare to be the same as before, but Dong Xu can be a good policeman. He wants to be a good policeman. He just does things according to the law and doesn't play favoritism. Every decision he makes is worthy of his uniform. "

"Every time I see his energy, I feel that my life is particularly positive. Sometimes when I'm hesitant about my work, it's easier to think about him. It's just worthy of conscience."

Song Xiyue said that she felt more and more sad and frowned. She said in a low voice, "I don't think he has done anything wrong now. Maybe I'll do the same thing, but... Suddenly I feel very sad. Why do people have to face all kinds of choices when they are born?"

The choices that decide your preference, such as black or white for clothes, large or small for bags, are painful enough. What's more, once you choose them, you will feel heartbroken.

George Sheng said, "if you don't choose, how do you know what you want more?"

His voice is very light, but the weight of this sentence makes a thousand waves in Song Xi's heart. Georges Sheng is right. Choice is the process of forcing himself to recognize himself again and again, what is unique in the end.

Most of the time, a word can make people come out of the dead end. Song Xi's heart is suddenly clear, and he is no longer afraid of what kind of difficult choices he will face in the future. As long as he puts it down, it is bound to be less important.

At the intersection ahead, George Sheng made a left turn. This is not the way back to Cuicheng mountain. Song Xi asked, "where are you going?"

George Sheng said, "have breakfast."

Song Xigang wants to talk about what to eat breakfast in the middle of the night. As a result, he looks at his mobile phone. It's 5:38 a.m. in the night city, it's dark in winter, and the street lights are still on. Song Xigang is in a trance and doesn't notice.

After driving for more than half an hour, he takes Song Xi to a converted old-fashioned courtyard for dinner. Most of these places eat private dishes, but they also serve breakfast. Song Xi expresses his surprise to George Sheng. George Sheng doesn't return. When they enter the door, a middle-aged, fat woman recognizes George Sheng and says hello with a smile. Song Xi realizes later that he is an acquaintance.

The woman led them to a separate room, quickly brought a few small caged drawers, and said, "this one is filled with pork and cabbage, this one is filled with leek and eggs, and this one is filled with pickled cabbage."

In addition to steamed buns, there are also two big bowls of millet porridge and four dishes of different kinds of pickles.

The woman doesn't talk much. After saying hello to Georges Sheng, she nods and smiles to Song Xi and turns to go out.

Song Xi was suspicious and said, "is this a special place to eat?"

George Sheng picked up his chopsticks, put a steamed bun on the plate for Song Xi, and said in a voice, "her father turned out to be my Noodle Chef. My father likes to eat the steamed bun made by her father best. Try it."

Song Xi lowers her head and takes a bite. It's made of leek and egg. It's all vegetarian, but she lacks a strong meat flavor. She's looking for the mystery in the stuffing. Georges Sheng says, "soup and stuffing."

Song Xi took another bite and said vaguely, "no wonder it's so fragrant."

George Sheng gave her another pork and cabbage. After she finished the first one, he began to eat it.

During breakfast, Song Xi chatted with him. He knew that it was the teacher Fu who passed on his craft to his only daughter. George Sheng was a nostalgic person. He used to eat breakfast at home when he was a child, so whenever he had a chance, he would come here to have something to eat.

Song Xi took a sip of the millet porridge, which was boiled until it was soft and glutinous. He looked as usual and said, "people who are nostalgic attach great importance to feelings."

"There's so much feeling about eating a steamed bun," Georgeson said

Song Xi looked up at him and said, "it's very emotional, but you have to be cool. Is that cool?"

Georges Sheng light way: "don't put the heavy feeling heavy righteousness hang mouth side son, don't give others to expect and fantasize, so I don't have to effort disguise, the other side also don't have to regret disappointment."

Once upon a time, song xijue's George Sheng was a cold and heartless person, but the more he came into contact with him, the more he could find his rules of life. He seemed heartless, but he didn't want to go through those empty scenes.

If he cares, he will help; If he doesn't care, he doesn't want to sell his favor.

It's still early. Song Xi seldom had a leisurely breakfast, steamed buns, porridge, pickles, the simplest food. But Song Xi ate too much. It's really delicious. She tentatively asked George Sheng, "can I take some with me?"

Adhering to the idea of sharing good things, the hospital also has Han Chunmeng and Ling Yue.

When George Sheng went out and came back, he was carrying packed buns and porridge, and even pickles were neatly packed in boxes.

Song Xi can't help but raise his lips. He's really taking food with him. Fortunately, what he brushes is Georges Sheng's face.

George Sheng drove Song Xi to the hospital. When he got there, Song Xi untied his seat belt and said, "come here."

George Sheng sees her intention and leans over to cooperate. Song Xi kisses him in the face while passers-by is unprepared, and then gets off with a bag.

She only slept for more than three hours in one night, but Song Xi was still in high spirits. She thought Han Chunmeng must not have arrived so early. As soon as she entered the office, she saw Han Chunmeng lying on the table.

Song Xi went over and said, "big cute?"

Han Chunmeng slowly raised his head, eyes red, see Song Xi the third second on the shriveled mouth, aggrieved to cry.