Chapter 3130: with translation of chapter title

2926 One is a calendar, the other is also a calendar (Alliance Leader Xichen Xichen added 5)

Yi Ren washed up as fast as she could, the black hair at her temples still damp and sticking to her fair, luminous skin, then she changed into a set of clothes, put on a fluffy outer coat, and ran downstairs.

Chang Yue didn't go; at this moment being a third wheel, disturbing their two-person world was a bit of a buzzkill.

Besides, standing upstairs and looking, the view is better than downstairs, and there's also a feeling like watching a song and dance show. In the pure white snow, a couple embracing each other should be especially beautiful.

Seeing Xie Yiren rush out, seeing Chief Zheng pick up Yi Ren, seeing Yi Ren gently brush the snow off Chief Zheng's head with her hand, Chang Yue felt something indescribable inside.

This must be love, although we're busy every day, we still miss each other. Even Chief Zheng, who's as stubborn as a stone, knows to stamp words in the snow early on his birthday to wish Xie Yiren a happy birthday.

What about me? That guy just knows how to talk big, Chang Yue feels troubled. After receiving the Nobel Prize tonight, I'll definitely find a bar and get him drunk!

Chang Yue didn't realize that when she thought about having a drink with Su Yun, the smile at the corner of her mouth was sweet and beautiful.

……

"How long have you been standing?" Yi Ren brushed the snow off Zheng Ren's head, half-white hair, she rubbed it a bit harder, then asked softly.

"Not long, you got up this early." Zheng Ren laughed happily, the thing he had worried about didn't happen, as if the Luck Value once again showed its great power.

"It's time to get up." Xie Yiren gave Zheng Ren a tight hug, then took his hand and placed it before her mouth, blowing a breath.

"Not cold, not cold." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head, hehe laughed, "You're wearing too little, be careful not to catch a cold."

"It won't happen, you said it's not cold."

"All right, hurry back." Zheng Ren placed his hand on Xie Yiren's face, gently lifting it. In the reflection of Xie Yiren, the beautiful snowflakes seemed to turn ugly; he wanted to block the falling snow, but it was futile.

"Here's your birthday gift, take it and hurry back." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's head, then let go; one hand he used to try to block the falling snow from the sky, even though it was useless, he did it subconsciously, and with the other hand he took the backpack from behind him.

A few centimeters of white snow had accumulated on the backpack; Zheng Ren brushed it off, thought for a moment, then took Yi Ren's hand and walked into the inn.

"Be careful not to get cold." Zheng Ren muttered, "Here, this is a calendar, and this is also a calendar."

"……" Xie Yiren suddenly thought of the two trees in front of Lu Xun's house.

"Not the same." Zheng Ren laughed happily, "You can only flip one page a day; don't be so curious as to tear them all off at once. Each page is different; I've thought about it for a long time."

"Why two?" Xie Yiren asked doubtfully.

"Emmm, because as you tear off each page, you'll see something interesting." Zheng Ren laughed, "Here, this is mine; it writes my longing from December 10 last year to today, each day."

"Huh? When did you learn those cheesy love lines?" Xie Yiren didn't understand the word "longing" coming from Zheng Ren's mouth.

"This isn't cheesy love talk, just speaking the truth." Zheng Ren handed the first calendar to Xie Yiren.

The gift wrapping was exquisite; after opening it, Xie Yiren saw the date was December 10. There was a line of text, very familiar, written by Zheng Ren. But it wasn't written with a ballpoint pen; it was printed.

It looks like he had it custom-made at the factory; Xie Yiren smiled, the gift was different from what she had imagined, yet Zheng Ren still put thought into it.

The calendar had no patterns, only a dark floral background, like the streetlamp light on a snowy Stockholm street with snowflakes flying.

Today is Yi Ren's birthday; we prepared together on the pedestrian street—lights, snowflakes, Fugui'er playing the violin; I don't understand the melody, but I feel it's beautiful in the tranquil night.

But soon we got a call from the emergency department; we rushed back like a thawed wild dog to the emergency department for 120 Emergency, performing Shou Bing.

The day was very fulfilling; I really miss it.

The text on the calendar is very straightforward—it's not poetry, not prose, not love talk; the simplest plain description records what happened today last year. There aren't even any details, simple and unadorned, just like Zheng Ren's character.

Xie Yiren's eyes sparkled; she lightly brushed her hand across the page and asked softly, "What's written on the next page?"

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

"Hmm, being slippery is like a puppy!" Xie Yiren laughed at the calendar, she tried to think as time passed day by day, what surprise would appear.

"This is the other one; you can use it as a notepad." Zheng Ren took out the other "date tree" and said.

"Are the contents different?"

"Yeah, they're different. In about a month you'll be able to see the structure on it; you can guess what it is. I've seen the mold, it's made very finely." Zheng Ren laughed.

"Then I'll use it to keep records." Xie Yiren hugged the box and said.

"All right, all right, hurry back; it's cold outside, you're still wearing too little." Zheng Ren nagged again.

"I thought you'd give me the Nobel Prize medal."

"Everyone would think that." Zheng Ren said, "But that's too simple, lacking ceremony."

The only person who could stand on a Stockholm street and say the Nobel Prize medal lacks ceremony is probably Zheng Ren.

"Hey, what's written tomorrow?" Xie Yiren still couldn't put down the first "date tree"; knowing Zheng Ren wouldn't tell, she still asked softly.

"Hurry back; we'll see each other after breakfast." Zheng Ren tousled Xie Yiren's hair, seeing the strands fluffy, he thought Yi Ren's fluffy look was adorable.

"Go upstairs, upstairs; I'm going back to my room to wash up." Zheng Ren pulled Xie Yiren back upstairs, sent her to her room, then he let out a satisfied long sigh.

It seems Yi Ren really likes her birthday gift; she still has a whole year to think about next year's birthday…… Or maybe redo the Nobel Prize medal? That seems like a good idea.

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

【Professor Yang, how was the patient after surgery yesterday?】

Beyond Zheng Ren's medical expectation, Professor Yang's WeChat reply came in less than a minute.

【I'm watching in the ICU; the baby is very healthy; after the pregnant woman's surgery, the drainage tube drew out 60ml of light red bloody fluid; condition stable, the surgery should have succeeded.】

Looking at that line, Zheng Ren could imagine what Professor Yang was doing. At this time, it should be around 1 PM in Di Du. He probably didn't attend class today; he went to the Women and Children's Hospital at 8 AM and has been there until now.

The surgery succeeded, as expected, but Zheng Ren felt his mood improve a bit.