Leng Shaodu loves the genuine daughter

I have to admit that many times, people's subconscious will always convey an instruction at a certain time, making you believe in the scene that emerges in your mind for no reason.

An Xia knew that ever since she went to the clubhouse to hand over her last job on the last day, because she met a man whose figure was almost exactly the same as Lu Yan's back, her auditory hallucinations and hallucinations began to intensify from that moment, such as just now She didn't know if she heard it wrong, why in this remote town in France, she could hear such a sound that resembled the land edge, and it was even close at hand.

So, ignoring the arm that had been smashed into a hedgehog, he jumped out of the hospital bed after putting on his shoes, and opened the door of the ward directly to see who said that sentence just now.

"Hey... why did you open the door just like that?" The female doctor was just about to open the door, but she had already seen Shen Tang dragging her right arm full of needles, standing on the ground with no shoes on but a pair of cartoon socks .

"I... I'm just..." Facing the female doctor in front of me, I suddenly felt that my impulsiveness just now was really ridiculous. Because of this unreasonable sixth sense, I was unexpectedly entangled with a man named Xu Qijun. Now she wanted to do outrageous things because of this reason, she thought about it for a while before hiding it and said: "I want to go to the bathroom, so..."

The female doctor laughed, supported her with her hands, and brought her back to the hospital bed, telling her that it was not safe to take the needle off.

So An Xia half sat on the edge of the bed, with her legs half hanging naturally, watching the female doctor pull out the needles from her arm one by one, "Can I take these silver needles?" She was curious. Because she is good at traditional Chinese medicine, she has also given acupuncture and moxibustion, and now the hand that used to pierce the needle can only hold the paintbrush.

"Looking at the way you hold the silver needle, you must have learned it before." The female doctor who glanced at An Xia did not stop her movements, and asked softly.

"It's all happened a long time ago. I have a little understanding of the look, smell, question, and practice of Chinese medicine. Now there are only a bunch of wreckage in my mind." She blinked her eyes and showed a shallow smile.

After all the dense silver needles on her arm were pulled out, the female doctor took An Xia to the bathroom, and the two chatted for a while on the way.

"It seems that there are a lot of patients today. Is there any Chinese like me?" She still wanted to ask without giving up.

Of course the female doctor didn't understand what An Xia was thinking, but she wanted to talk about it: "It's a coincidence, do you remember that night when you came here with your bicycle? I told you that one night I received two Chinese, and tonight it was such a coincidence that he was infusion next to you, and I was joking with him, should I come to see you and get to know you."

Only then did An Xia realize that it wasn't her own auditory hallucinations, they really did exist, but she could still remember that she saw the back of this person the night she rode a bicycle, and felt that she was thinking too much, why? It might be Lu Yan!
So after coming out of the bathroom, the so-called Chinese was never mentioned in the conversation between the two of them. By the time they left the clinic again, it was already night, and the weather that had already been extinguished by the snow was falling again this night. Snow, when she was standing at the corner of the street, she saw flakes of glittering snowflakes flashing under the light of the street lamp, and she wanted to draw this scene with a pen, so she took out the lost and recovered sketchbook from her carry-on bag, but I didn't have the courage to open it.

After hesitating for a while, I put the sketchbook in again, because it was still early, and I didn’t plan to go back. I remembered that I left a message in the post bar and forum today saying that I would not come to the square at night, and now I had a sudden whim, so I went directly to the central garden. Walking in the direction of the square, when passing by a milk tea shop, I bought a few times the steaming red bean milk tea by the way, thinking about the expressions of her like-minded partners when they saw her appear.

However, at the same time, Lu Yan, who was already in the center of the square, was standing at the booth where he had sketched last night, chatting with this young foreign student.

"It seems that you won't be able to see my sister tonight. At noon today, she left a message on our post bar and forum, saying that her right arm was injured, and she will not participate in the evening activities for two days. .” The young man put away the wall painting in his hand, and took down the work he had just finished painting from the drawing board.

Different from the sketches and portraits last night, Lu Yan asked this young foreign student to help him draw a simple oil painting tonight. He pointed to the painting in his hand.

"I gave this to you, hehe... It's rare that you like my paintings."

"Then thank you very much." Lu Yan said goodbye to him with a smile. Looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky, he suddenly remembered the accident that happened in Jinghu many years ago. It was also such a heavy snow day. An Xia wanted to save him. He was stunned by the killer sent by Chen Chuhua, and was even rescued by Cheng Yuan when he died in Huangquan. Back then, Lu Xing told him that when night fell, he and Gu Jun stood on the snow, watching the red blood turn the white blood The snowflakes were dipped a little bit, at that moment I thought that the whole world disappeared in an instant...

When Lu Yan had just left from the east gate of the square, An Xia, who was carrying hot red bean milk tea, had just walked over from the west gate, and saw the figures she was looking for through a few figures.

So he slowed down silently and when he was about to approach, he reached out and patted the former foreign student who had just painted Lu Yan.

"Dangdang... the steaming red bean milk tea, do you want to try it!" She just opened her mouth and handed over the milk tea.

"Sister, why did you appear suddenly? Didn't you hurt your arm? We thought you wouldn't come tonight!" The surprised young man took the milk tea from An Xia and immediately greeted the two people in the next booth. Korean friends.

An Xia greeted them with a smile. Since the two of them still had guests, An Xia gave them the red bean milk tea and sat alone on the small folding chair.

"Why didn't you draw tonight? Could it be that people in the square don't like your paintings?" An Xia asked with a smile.

"How is it possible? Sister, you just drew a portrait of a character before you came, but it's the first time I've seen such a handsome man, and I know he's very attractive just by looking at it."

This statement made An Xia a little surprised. He, who was originally a handsome guy, would praise other men for being handsome, so he joked that it was impossible, but the other party said that he was indeed handsome, especially when he was standing in front of the east gate. Standing at the intersection and watching the snow and snow flying, his eyes are focused and thoughtful, and the facial features that are sharp and angular with Ben Qingjun are even more profound, like a calm deep lake, friendly but mysterious .

"From your description, I can't imagine how handsome that man is." She said in a daze.

The young international student just wanted to continue talking, but saw a French couple standing in front of his drawing board to draw an oil painting, so he smiled and agreed to show An Xia the way.

So An Xia looked at the night sky above his head, showed a wry smile, waved at him and prepared to leave.

When passing by the large silver screen in the central square, I saw the new outdoor bag of Pustar was playing on it. The name of the sub-brand was Lotto. It was the outdoor backpack that Xu Qijun gave her. She was watching the advertisement An Xia's mind suddenly flashed an agreement with this annoying guy to meet at the cheongsam club tomorrow afternoon.

"It's the trouble. It seems that I still have to meet that disgusting Xu Qijun..." She looked at the closing words at the end of the advertisement, "Enjoy it, and I am free on the way!" 'But full of resentment, I felt uncomfortable at all.

The next day at noon, An Xia took the bus directly after eating to go to the cheongsam club in advance, but while waiting for the bus, she saw that Xu Qijun, who originally made her feel disgusted, did not have the tit-for-tat arrogance in her memory. With cynical arrogance, he looked at the woman in a long camel coat in front of him very gently.

Could it be that this long-haired, tall beauty is his bride?An Xia took a closer look. As a designer, she immediately judged that the cheongsam she made must be suitable for Xu Qijun's new wife, so she was full of smiles, thinking that she would be able to complete the last bit of work satisfactorily this afternoon. , just when she was smiling, she saw Xu Qijun's eyes falling on her, and the new wife standing next to him also looked at her meaningfully, as if she was not surprised at all...

For Xu Qijun at this moment, he was originally chatting with his sister about how he accidentally met this woman named An Xia in just a few days and was disgusted by her, and even followed him to find out about her. Shi De told his sister, so under his sister's strong request, he drove here directly to have a look at An Xia's beauty.

Xu Qijun, who was originally talking casually, was surprised to see An Xia smiling when he saw An Xia watching them.

"Brother, the woman you're staring at is the one standing at the bus stop, isn't it An Xia you've been thinking about for a long time?" Xu Qijun's sister asked, and when she heard Xu Qijun's silent answer, she couldn't help but prepare He strode forward.

"Miss An Xia!"

Originally, An Xia wanted to sneak into the crowd waiting for the bus to avoid Xu Qijun's gaze, but he never expected that the other party's new wife had already called him by her first name.So the steps he took were dragged back.

She stared at the beautiful woman who had come a little closer, and smiled slightly.