The man was stunned, as if he didn't expect someone to say hello to him.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan... and noticed that Zhou Yan's eyes were staring at the white coat in his shoulder bag.

The man was embarrassed to stuff him into his bag: "Haha, I missed the time to wash my clothes in the hospital, so I had to take it home to wash it."

"It's understandable..." Zhou Yan said casually: "The doctors are very busy."

The man took a big mouthful of beer: "Just busy, life is gangster..."

This person seemed to be very modest, but Zhou Yan could feel that what he was saying was the truth.

I don’t know why, but Zhou Yan seems to be very interested in this chubby bar frequent visitor.

...I can't say I'm interested, because the bartender is really untalent, and the fat doctor next to me is left in the entire bar.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yan opened his words.

"Just call me Xiaoyu." The doctor replied.

Xiaoyu...a name that sounds childish.

"Oh, my name is Zhou Yan."

"I'm not a local person, right?" Maybe I think drinking alone is boring, so Dr. Xiaoyu also started talking.

"Um."

"Come on business?"

"No, I'm just here to find someone." Zhou Yan responded.

"Oh, no wonder, except for locals, there are few outsiders here." Dr. Xiaoyu sighed: "I don't know, brother, who are you looking for. I have lived in this town for thirty years.

Maybe it can help a little..."

"A man named Fei Gua..." Zhou Yan said.

"Fatty melon?! This name... is so strange."

"Well, it's not a real person's name, but a writer's pseudonym." Zhou Yan said: "Have you heard of it?"

Dr. Xiaoyu shook his head: "No, I... don't have much time to read..."

Zhou Yan seemed to hear a little bit of sadness from his answer.

"Actually... Speaking of writers, I have had the idea of ​​becoming a writer before." Dr. Xiaoyu said again.

"Oh?" Zhou Yan was stunned: "Isn't the doctor very good? Why should I be a writer?"

"Yes, but I was young at that time..." Xiaoyu said: "I just like to write things. I don't know if you have ever felt this way. I just want to write, and I don't care whether I'm writing well or not.

My hands are itchy, and I have countless thoughts in my mind. If I want to write them out, it is like an addiction."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan pulled the long voice: "I forgot... Maybe it's been."

"Yes, if you didn't mention it today, I would have forgotten it." Dr. Xiaoyu said. He probably drank some wine and talked about the reasons for the past. This fat doctor gradually talked more and more.

"I am actually destined to be a doctor when I was born." He said: "There have been many generations of people in the family. Our town is small, and there are only one or two hospitals, and we are familiar with each other.

When I was a child, no one took care of me. When my mother was on duty, she took me to the hospital. When she was in junior high school, she temporarily left the hospital environment. When she arrived at the university, she listened to her family and signed up for a medical university.

At that time... I didn't think much about it. I would go into other industries in the future. After all, I never came into contact with other things after my birth.

Until...once..., it was boring to stay in the dormitory and started writing. Hahaha———”

Dr. Xiaoyu smiled embarrassedly.

"Hey, now I think about it, it's really shameful, but at that time I was like I found a vent, and I wrote it in my mind every day.

But they were all writing and stopping, and in the end there was no complete article.

After that, he graduated.

I remember that I might have been blinded by the second-year disease at that time. I told my family that I didn’t want to go to the hospital to work, and wanted to write..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was also stunned: "Ah? What you mean is that after studying for so long, you finally graduated, but you want to give up all your previous efforts and write?"

"Gudong~Gudong~Ha--" The cold beer slid across the esophagus, very refreshing. Xiaoyu squirted his lips: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Uh--Isn't it a bit sloppy?" Zhou Yan said.

"Yes, it's very hasty." Xiaoyu said with a wry smile: "At that time, everyone in her family thought I was crazy. Are you stupid? So she said, "I'm not allowed in the future, and I don't want to go to work, so I'll take the postgraduate entrance examination at home."

Bar.

I guess they wanted to use this method to pull my mind back.

Alas... I am an obedient person. I did nothing for a whole year and just reviewed at home. In the end, I was lucky and I really passed the exam.

But... nothing has changed, I found that I want to write more.

So, on the day I received the notice, I had an argument with my family!”

"Arguing...Is there a fight?" Zhou Yan was stunned: "Does you want to write again?"

"Yes." Xiaoyu nodded: "I guess it was impulsive at that time. No one in my family could understand me, but it was not their fault, because even one person could understand it. I have been struggling for more than ten years and life.

The roads are laid, but you don’t leave and you have to write something, haha... crazy.

They also asked me at that time, can you write something to support yourself?

I was also desperate at that time and said very hard-workingly - yes!

Actually, I didn’t even write a complete one at that time.”

"What after that?" Zhou Yan asked.

"After that... neither my family nor my family made any concessions. I was pushed to the hospital and became a doctor as everyone expected.

At the same time, while I am a doctor, I also take the time to write, and continue until..."

"Until now?" Zhou Yan asked.

Dr. Xiaoyu shook his head: "Haha, of course not... until half a year later, I gave up myself."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan didn't expect this to be unfolded.

"Oh, yes, I gave up after all." Xiaoyu took another sip of beer: "I originally thought I could hold on, but in the end I still compromised. It's really a bit like going to work during the day and typing at night.

Can't bear it anymore.

Moreover, I wrote a complete work at that time, but my grades were very poor.

One day, I suddenly realized that I was not suitable for writing.

The bold words and the tough words I shouted with my family were actually all caused by innocence.

Although dreams are good, do people always have to face reality? Some dreams are something you can definitely catch if you chase them.”

Zhou Yan was silent: "It's good too, at least being a doctor is stable."

"Yes, it's as my family said, stable." Xiaoyu gulped and poured her last sip of beer into her stomach: "After that, I gave up writing this road, today I'll have to

If you mentioned it, I can't even remember it. I once had a dream of being a writer...

Haha, when I think about it now, I feel very ashamed.”

Zhou Yan also smiled helplessly.

My dreams I mentioned again many years later, and I feel ashamed. This is indeed quite embarrassing.

But almost everyone in the world has had this feeling... Dreams are worthless, so they will eventually lose to reality.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan thought of a very ridiculous development...

"Well, I said brother, do you still remember your pseudonym back then?" Zhou Yan asked.
Chapter completed!