Xiang Ge first met Zhou Xingyan at the age of fifteen.

In the first week of high school, Xiang Ge was four days late for four days, and on the fifth day, she was not ready to arrive at school on time.

Just that day, Zhou Xingyan was registered. The boy had a tall figure and a elegant face. His short black hair was clean and neat, his school uniform was neat, his zipper was meticulous, and there was not even a wrinkle on the neckline.

He stood at the gate of the Affiliated High School of Normal University with a registered tablet in his hand, with his long eyelashes slightly raised, and looked at her without any emotion: "Name."

Xiang Ge hung his empty schoolbag in his eyes, putting one hand in his school uniform pocket, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and casually raising his chin to look at him.

After a long time, I smiled with my lips, my voice slow and lazy: "Your ancestor."

Zhou Xingyan's expression had not changed, neither angry nor annoyed, and he didn't even shake his eyelashes. He just raised his eyes and looked at the arrogant and arrogant girl in front of him.

Her light gaze followed the few strands of gray dyed on the tip of her hair on the top of her head, slowly dripping through the corners of her eyes, nose, chin, and then to her neck and collarbone, and finally stopped on the zipper of her open school uniform jacket.

White-skinned the yellowed inferior paper on the recording board with his fingers, and turned forward two pages slowly.

In the first week of school, everyone will basically perform well. There are not many late people. As for those who have been angry every day for four consecutive days, except for the habitual offenders who are already familiar with the names of senior high school and senior high school in the school, they are strangers.

Zhou Xingyan lowered his eyes and swept around the few names: "Xiang Ge?"

The girl looked at him without saying anything, her dark eyes were full of dissatisfaction and inexplicable hostility.

It seems that this one is.

Zhou Xingyan's lips bent, and he raised his pen to write on the nameboard, but his head was not raised: "The zipper is good."

“…”

The black-eyed girl was angry and rolled up her tongue and licked her lower upper teeth.

Once this is the case.

Xiang Ge sat at the table in the clinic, staring at the man in front of him for a moment without looking at him.

After not seeing her for eight years, he seemed to have no memory of her at all, but he didn't know what was revealed and even pretended to ask her name.

Where does the general outpatient doctor say the first sentence is "name"?

Xiang Ge narrowed his long eyes slightly, rolled up his tongue and placed it between the two rows of teeth and bit it gently. His slender fingers with deep red nail polish pressed against the edge of the medical record book and slowly pushed it over.

Zhou Xingyan raised his head and looked at her, took the medical record she pushed over and opened it.

He sat at the table in a white coat, his childishness between his eyebrows and eyes faded, and his facial lines were neat and mature.

"What's wrong?"

The voice was no longer the unique mellowness and coldness that was unique to youth.

Xiang Ge held his chin with one hand, supported his elbows on the edge of the table, and slowly spoke: "It's sprained."

Her tail sound was deliberately stretched, and she pulled it very lightly, and she spread out softly. Then, her ankle was slightly raised.

The woman is very thin, with her bare feet raised one by one, and the ends are hidden into the side of her shoes. There is a small bruise on her slender ankle, which is not dark in color, but it still looks shocking compared to her excessively fair skin.

Zhou Xingyan nodded: "Go and take an X-ray first to see if the injury hurts the bones."

Xiang Ge raised his eyebrows, didn't move, and asked, "What if the bones were not damaged?"

"If you have a minor sprain, you won't have any major problems. Don't use your feet within a week. Be careful when walking."

"What about the injury?"

"The film was taken to see the degree of damage treatment, and if necessary, the surgery was performed."

Xiang Ge said "Oh" and continued to ask: "Which kind of thing needs a follow-up visit?"

She thought to herself, don’t you not know me? Keep pretending.

The man raised his eyes and looked at her again.

The look was cold and unfamiliar, as if she really didn't recognize her at all.

After a moment, the thin lips curled lightly, and the sound of no waves sounded: "Go and take an X-ray first."

“…”

Let you pretend, you really pretend.

Xiang Ge stared at him motionlessly for a few seconds. The man looked at him without avoiding his eyes and looked at her. She curled her lips and slowly pinched the medical record book and stood up to thank him.

Thank you, the doctor said, but the person didn't move, and stood there and looked at him for a while. His eyes turned around and his tail eyelids were slightly raised. He asked him as if he had nothing to say, "Is it painful to take a video? If it hurts, it won't be taken. Just apply medicine to me. I'm very afraid of the pain."

Zhou Xingyan: “…”

The thing that could be solved in just a few words was so bad that she had to make a while before the filming was taken. Xia Wei, who was next to him, came over to help her walk out. The two of them left the door of the clinic. Xia Wei slandered her head and said sarcastically: "What's going on, are you?"

Xiang Ge looked down at the man's words on the medical record, and did not raise his eyes: "What's going on?"

"You are a little abrupt."

"I'm not a fool."

Xia Wei sneered: "Oh."

Xiang Ge closed the medical record in his hand, tilted his head and picked his lips: "He is my first love."

Xia Wei paused, widened her eyes and turned her head a little surprised: "Why don't I know about your first love?"

She and Xiang Ge met in France. Although Xiang Ge later returned to China to study in college, it has been eight years since she accompanied her through nearly one-third of her life.

Xiang Ge threw a charming look at her: "Just just now, in an instant, my heart beats, dong dong dong."

She said as she moved her heartbeat.

“…”

Xia Wei rolled her eyes and felt that her sincere questions just now were really a waste of feelings.

There were also long queues for X-rays. Two people sat on the benches in the corridor and waited for another hour after the filming.

Xiang Ge has always been a bad person. He usually waited for five minutes and was unwilling to wait for more than one day, but this time it was the first time. He did not have any impatience for more than two hours, and even hummed a song.

The woman was lazy in the hard iron chair in the hospital. Her makeup was exquisite, from facial features to figure, and her long legs were raised, and her slender fingertips dyed with deep red nail polish hit the kneecap rhythmically.

The picture was originally very beautiful, but unfortunately it was humming the tone on the Kingsoft in Beijing, and it was still distorted.

It's very disillusionable.

Xia Wei can't stand it anymore.

The time was almost the same. She went to pick up the film, and came over to help Xiangge stand up. While helping her, she couldn't help but shook her head: "Why do I feel like your old mom?"

Xiang Ge didn't reply, took the film from her hand, pulled it out and limped forward while watching it as if it was decent, nodding expressionlessly: "This is a bone that hurts you, you must have a follow-up visit."

“…”

Xia Wei felt that her eyes were sore when she rolled her eyes today.

When he returned to the door of the clinic, a patient came out inside. The two of them went in, Xiang Ge sat back in his seat and handed the bag over.

Zhou Xingyan pulled out the film and put it to the bright spot to watch.

He looked to the light, and his nose bridge was covered with a little highlight, his eyes were fixed, and his black eyes were clear.

My head was slightly raised, my jaw lines were tight, and I looked inexplicably sexy.

Xiang Ge held his chin and looked at him with his head in his arms, his lips raised, his eyes slightly raised, his arms supported on the table slid forward little by little, his upper body slightly forward, and his body was soft and leaning against the edge of the table: "Doctor, is this serious?"

The voice was also lazy, and there was no way the patient should have.

"I didn't hurt my bones on the film, it should be just a sprain." Zhou Xingyan stuffed the film back into the bag, and slid the chair forward a little, "Release your foot."

Xiang Ge was a little unresponsive, his upper body straightened up and the person didn't move.

Zhou Xingyan raised his eyes and looked at her and repeated: "Release your feet."

Xiang Ge looked at him with a lazy smile, and a pair of fox eyes looked at him: "Only a girl's feet can be touched by her boyfriend."

The man was not impressed and said nonsense to her, and the corners of his lips bent: "It's okay, I'm a doctor, your boyfriend will understand."

Xiang Ge raised his eyebrows, raised his injured foot and said, "I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Zhou Xingyan didn't respond anymore, holding the back of her ankle bone with one hand, pinching the upper of her high heels with the other hand, leaning over and putting it on the ground, holding the bruises of her ankle with her fingers.

The man's hands are very beautiful, with long fingers, clear joints, and very white skin. There are vaguely visible muscles, bone patterns and light blue blood vessels on it.

At this moment, the hands were grabbing her naked ankles, with a slightly cool fingertip, but Xiang Ge felt a burning flame running up the skin he touched.

Blinking at Ge, his mind moving slightly.

The foot he grabbed in his hand curled up in a daze, curled up with a toe, rubbed the edge of his white coat, and gently tweaked it against the material.

Zhou Xingyan moved his fingers, pinching the tip of her ankle, and then leaned down and raised his head, looking at her from the lower position.

The woman looked at him with her eyes down, her expression was confused and innocent.

Zhou Xingyan narrowed his eyes.

In just a moment, he returned to the expressionless appearance of a god, let go of his hand and straightened up.

The sound was a little low, and it was slightly cold: "No big problem."

Xiang Ge was a little regretful, "Oh" and slowly put down his feet. After waiting for a while, he asked, "Is there any small problem?"

Zhou Xingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his chair sideways, and slid back a little: "The small problem is a sprain. After returning home, apply ice within 24 hours, and then apply hot compress to promote blood circulation. Be careful in normal times and try to avoid stress in your ankle within a week." He turned sideways and wrote the doctor's order, and handed it to her after writing.
Chapter completed!