Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang put all the developed photos into his spatial storage, tidied up the table, and left the small room.

"Xiangyang, it's all your fault. I have no energy left and can only eat a little something," Chen Jie said when she saw Liu Xiangyang.

When Liu Xiangyang arrived at the restaurant, he saw that Chen Jie had already set out the food. He walked over and put his arm around her, saying, "It's okay, the most important thing is that you're full. You can make up for it next time."

"Aren't you sleeping at home tonight?" Chen Jie asked, turning around.

"Um, I need to rush back to the hospital."

"Then hurry up and eat." Chen Jie pulled him to sit down, turned around to serve him rice, and said, "Eat quickly."

"Xiangyang, what are you going to do with Zhou Zhiming?"

Liu Xiangyang shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth and recounted what Zhou Zhiming had done, "I'm planning to do this..."

"By the way, godmother, I probably won't be coming the day after tomorrow. Let's wait until next week."

"Okay, let's deal with this first, don't move." Chen Jie picked up a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth and ate it herself.

Liu Xiangyang finished the last bite of rice and put the bowl down.

Chen Jie looked at him: "Are you leaving already?"

"Okay." Liu Xiangyang stood up. "Go home early, you have class tomorrow."

Chen Jie also stood up, walked up to him, and reached out to straighten his collar.

"Just keep the details of Zhou Zhiming's matter in mind, don't get yourself involved."

Liu Xiangyang looked down at her.

"rest assured."

Chen Jie stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

"Go."

Liu Xiangyang turned and walked out, but looked back at her again at the door.

Chen Jie stood by the table, looking at him with a slight smile on her lips.

"What are you looking at? If you're not leaving now, you're not leaving at all."

Liu Xiangyang smiled and pushed the door open to go out.

In the courtyard, the bicycle was leaning against the wall.

He got on the bike, pedaled twice, and left the alley.

It was already dark, the streetlights were on, and the streets were bathed in a yellowish glow.

Liu Xiangyang rode his bike, the wind whistling past his ears. He glanced at the stack of photos in the corner of the room, a smile playing on his lips, and pedaled hard.

When he returned to the hospital, there were hardly any people outside.

The entire hospital was quiet, with only a few lights still on in the outpatient building. Liu Xiangyang parked his car and carried the empty oil paper package back to his dormitory.

The corridor was dark, and he quietly pushed open the door to room 206.

The room was dark. Wang Dazhu's snoring was intermittent, like a sawing motion. There was no movement from Li Jianshe and Chen Weidong's side either. Occasionally, someone would turn over, and the bed would creak.

Liu Xiangyang walked to his bed in the dark, took off his coat, and gently lay down.

Moonlight streamed in through the window and fell on the ground, appearing white.

He closed his eyes and went over tomorrow's plans in his mind.

She smiled slightly, turned over, and went to sleep.

The next morning, it was Sun Famiao's class.

Liu Xiangyang sat in his usual spot, opened his notebook, and took out a blank sheet of paper from his pocket.

He tore off a small strip, held the pen in his left hand, and wrote a line of words in a crooked and messy manner.

"To the hospital leadership."

After I finished writing it, I took a look at it. It's alright, but I couldn't recognize that it was written by him.

Zhao Xiaoman leaned closer and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Liu Xiangyang pushed the note toward her.

She looked up at him, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Liu Xiangyang took the note back, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't worry about it, just leave it to me."

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

Liu Xiangyang had already turned back to continue writing.

Zhao Xiaoman just stared at him, her eyes shining brightly, filled with something—gratitude, surprise, worry, and something else.

Liu Xiangyang felt her gaze and turned his head to look at her.

Zhao Xiaoman's face flushed slightly, and she just stared at him blankly.

She just looked at him, her eyes watery, as if she had something to say but couldn't say anything.

Liu Xiangyang smiled.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Xiaoman shook her head, her lips pursed, but the corners of her mouth were pouting uncontrollably.

She slowly turned back and looked down at her notebook.

But after a while, she turned her head to look at him again.

Take another look after a while.

Unable to bear her gaze any longer, Liu Xiangyang reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Attend the lecture."

Zhao Xiaoman nodded, her face turning even redder, but the emotions in her eyes were impossible to hide.

Noon, canteen.

Liu Xiangyang ate quickly, putting down his bowl after a few bites.

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him: "Where are you going?"

Liu Xiangyang stood up, picked up a few sheets of paper, and shook them: "I'm going to mail a few letters."

He walked out, but turned back at the door and smiled at her.

See you in class this afternoon.

Zhao Xiaoman watched his figure disappear through the doorway and bit her lip.

Noon, canteen.

Liu Xiangyang ate quickly, putting down his bowl after a few bites.

Zhao Xiaoman looked at him: "Where are you going?"

Liu Xiangyang stood up.

"Go out for a bit."

He walked out, but turned back at the door and smiled at her.

See you in class this afternoon.

Zhao Xiaoman watched his figure disappear through the doorway and bit her lip.

Liu Xiangyang left the hospital and walked along the street. After turning two corners, he came to a small general store with envelopes, stamps, cigarettes, alcohol, and matches on the counter.

He pushed the door open and went in. The proprietress was dozing off at the counter when she heard the noise and looked up.

"What should I buy?"

Liu Xiangyang pointed to the envelopes in the counter.

"Give me two envelopes and two stamps."

The proprietress took an envelope and stamps from the counter and handed them to him.

"Twelve cents."

Liu Xiangyang paid, put the items in his pocket, and turned to leave the grocery store.

He walked to the mailbox on the street corner. The mailbox was green, but the paint was chipped, revealing the rust underneath.

Liu Xiangyang took the two envelopes out of his pocket, looked around, and saw that there weren't many people on the street.

He slipped the envelope into the mailbox, gave it a gentle push, and the envelope fell in with a soft "thump".

Liu Xiangyang clapped his hands and turned to walk back.

In the afternoon, it was Zhou Zhiming's class.

He looked the same as always, his white coat was neatly pressed, his hair was perfectly styled, and when he walked into the classroom, his steps were lighter than usual, with a slight smile on his lips.

Liu Xiangyang sat below, looking at him with no expression on his face.

Zhou Zhiming put down his lecture notes, his gaze swept across the classroom, and paused for a second when it landed on Zhao Xiaoman's side.

Then he smiled and said:

"I have something to tell you before class today."

The room fell silent.

Zhou Zhiming looked at everyone, his tone casual, as if he were chatting about everyday things:

"Our hospital has a quota for inpatient positions every year. Trainees who perform well and pass the assessment at the end of the training will have the opportunity to stay."

He paused, then glanced at Zhao Xiaoman again.

"So everyone should study hard and perform well, because opportunities are for those who are prepared."

People below began to whisper among themselves.

Zhao Xiaoman's face flushed red instantly.

She gripped the notebook so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Zhou Zhiming continued speaking, his tone gentle, but every word seemed to be spoken specifically to her:

"Of course, some people don't know how to cherish opportunities when they're right in front of them. If they regret it later, they can't blame others for not reminding them."

Zhao Xiaoman's breathing became heavy.

She stared at Zhou Zhiming, her eyes reddening, but burning with passion.

Liu Xiangyang reached out and pressed her hand down under the table.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

Liu Xiangyang didn't look at her, but gently squeezed her hand.

The force wasn't strong, but it was very steady.

Zhao Xiaoman took a deep breath and slowly loosened her grip on the notebook.

Liu Xiangyang's hand was still pressing down on her, and he didn't let go.

Zhou Zhiming continued lecturing on the podium, his voice neither hurried nor slow.