"Are you better?" Rong Shen saw An Tong wake up and moved away the palm that was staying on her shoulder with thoughtful behavior.

A man's low magnetic voice seems to be able to relieve impetuousness and anxiety after the onset of illness.

An Tong nodded mechanically, but his eyes were still gray and slightly slow.

After a brief silence, she looked up at the elegant and calm man, "Sorry, I just..."

"If you feel better, go have a cup of tea in the living room to refresh yourself."

Rong Shen did not give her a chance to blame herself, and was as peaceful and indifferent as ever. Apart from her kindness with concern, An Tong could not feel any discrimination or sympathy.

It seemed as if in his eyes, all this was harmless.

An Tong lowered his eyes to cover the gratitude in his eyes and said ok obediently.

She slowly got up, and the man picked up the programming book and prepared to leave.

However, due to the stiffness caused by the disease, An Tong's body functions have not been completely restored.

Her legs were paralyzed and weak, so she was very slow.

During this period, the man seemed to walk slowly in order to accommodate her, and he gave him enough patience and respect.

...

About five or six minutes later, An Tong's mind was completely free from the trouble of the disease.

She drank half a cup of tea, and the corners of her raised lips returned to a faint bloody color, "Thank you just now."

Rong Shen, who sat in the single sofa, slowly lifted the pages of the book, and his tone was calm, "I am your therapist, so you don't have to be so polite to me."

An Tong rubbed the teacup with his fingertips, looked at Rong Shen's actions of flipping through the book, and asked hesitantly: "Can that book... be lent to me for a few days?"

As if she was worried about the man's concern, she added: "I'll send it back to you when I finish reading it."

"Of course." Rong Shen closed the book, his tone with gentle guidance, "Do you mind talking about it? What's special about this book?"

The man was originally unsure what was the cause of Antong's disease.

But it was not that simple for her to ask for a book on her own initiative.

An Tong had a slight struggle in his eyes, but the other party was Rong Shen, a therapist who had established trust, and she had no reason to avoid answering.

After doing this psychological construction, An Tong revealed the truth openly and honestly, "An Xianghuai...is my father, I don't have this book at home, so I want to copy one and read it slowly."

Her tone was calm and tactful, but when she read the three words "An Xianghuai", it seemed difficult and laborious.

Rong Shen didn't say anything, and his unfathomable eyes stared at An Tong for a long time.

It seems that everything makes sense.

She is suffering from a serious illness, but she likes to write programming code.

It probably comes from the influence of her father, the translator.

Rong Shen stood up slowly and handed the book to An Tong, "I probably won't read the book I have read again in the future. You don't have to copy it, take it back and keep it for reading."

An Tong hesitated and took it into his hand, turned to the back and looked at the price, "Don't, I'll give it to..."

The man's deep black eyes were filled with a smile, as if he knew her intention, and he interrogatedly, "It's just an old book, and there are many more in the study. You can take whatever you want in the future. Just keep it in your house for me to keep it."

These peaceful and steady words slightly dispelled An Tong's concerns.

A translation book with a small circulation and out of print will not be easily given to anyone who loves books.

But Rong Shen gave her the book in a tone that she couldn't refuse.

An Tong caressed the traces of the book cover being turned over, and felt mixed emotions inside.

After a long time, she raised her head, looked at the man, and thanked sincerely, "Then... if you need it in the future, I will send it back to you at any time."

The man curled his lips and said yes, then picked up the teapot and refilled her. "It is a good thing to like reading, but remember not to immerse yourself too much."

What he said about "immersion" probably means something else.

An Tong lowered his eyes and looked at the three words "An Xianghuai" and responded slightly, "I will remember."

Perhaps the little girl trusted everything he said, and Rong Shen couldn't help but look at her expression in detail.

Even if you answer casually, it is definitely not perfunctory.

She is a simple but unreasonable girl.

...

Time blinked and it was noon.

An Tong kept sitting under the window reading, while Rong Shen occasionally drank tea to handle business.

The two of them did not disturb each other, they were busy and lived in the same room quietly and harmoniously.

Until the knock on the door sounded, An Tong raised his head in a daze, and the wall clock in front of his eyes had already reached the twelve o'clock position.

Outside the door, two waiters walked in with a dining cart, bent down respectfully and said, "Justice Jiu, lunch is ready."

"Well, send it to the kitchen first." The man ordered indifferently, and the waiter immediately did so.

After they left, An Tong followed Rong Shen to the kitchen.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, which is not gorgeous, and it is a very ordinary home-cooked dish.

The two of them sat at the same time. The man wiped his hands with a hot towel and asked casually: "Try it, if it doesn't suit your appetite, let the kitchen remake another one."

"No, I'm not picky about food, I can eat anything." An Tong unfolded the napkin on his legs, looked at Rong Shen's movement of picking up chopsticks, and secretly sighed that his dining etiquette was also just right.

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Rong Shen left the house.

An Tong heard the movement in the study, and when he returned to the living room, he found that there was no one.

She looked out through the window and accidentally saw a man sitting in the yard with his legs folded, smoking and smog in his hands.

Under the clear breeze, the smoke floats around, blurring the handsome and tough edges of the man.

An Tong was absent-mindedly focused outside the window, almost ignoring the vibration of his phone.

When An Tong saw the caller, he bent his mouth and answered.

"Bao, I'm at the airport and landed thirteen hours later."

An Tong frowned in surprise, "Isn't it the No. 3 plane?"

"The work changes temporarily and you are too lazy to wait, so you just say whether you are coming."

An Tong listened to the noisy voice, and his tone rarely fluctuated, "Come on. Send me the flight number, I'll go to the airport in advance."

As he finished speaking, steady footsteps came from behind.

An Tong hung up the phone, turned around and heard Rong Shen’s inquiry, “If you have something to do, go to the airport?”

"Not now." An Tong shook his head and explained, "Go to pick me up tomorrow morning."

Rong Shen walked into the living room without asking too much, but said with great care: "It is a good thing to have more contact with friends."

Not knowing what she thought of, An Tong smiled slightly, "Actually, I don't have many friends. She is one of the few people who don't like me and treat me very well. But she is busy with work and can only meet you for a long time."

The man heard her unusual tone, and even had a little more eloquence between his eyebrows and eyes.

As an emotional patient, such emotional fluctuations are rare in An Tong.

It would be nice if the other party is a girl, but if it is a boy... it would be hard to continue.

Rong Shen's eyes darkened a little, but he said lightly in a chatty tone: "It sounds like a partner worthy of close friendship."

Perhaps influenced by the man's subtle influence, An Tong unknowingly expressed her true feelings, "Well, she is the only person who will accompany me when I have an attack, like my sister...the best friend."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!