Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Ziming followed Wen Cun out of the ward, and the two brothers stood still at the end of the corridor.

"Brother, what do you want to ask?" Wen Cun didn't speak for a long time, but Wen Ziming couldn't bear his temper and took the initiative to ask.

The place where the two stood was an air vent, and below was the hospital garden, which was specially used for patients to take a walk during the day. There would be no one there, and it would be very quiet.

The two brothers stood on the left and the right, the light in the corridor was not fully illuminated, half of Wen Cun's body was hidden in the darkness, his usual gentle appearance disappeared, his eyes were heavy observing the blood on Wen Ziming's body, and said, "Have you been at home all this time tonight?" What happened before both of them committed suicide?"

Wen Ziming remained silent without answering, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and skillfully took one.

Wen Cun didn't interrupt him, and watched him silently lighting the fire and taking a breath before spitting it out.

Wen Ziming raised his hand and waved, fanned the circle of smoke in front of him before making a sound, "Didn't Wen Qingyue tell you that you went home?"

There was something in his words, and his tone was neither yin nor yang, which made people feel angry.

Wen Cun knew that he had an opinion on Wen Qingyue, so he frowned and held back, without getting angry, and calmly said: "Yueyue was too scared, I didn't ask carefully."

"Heh!" Wen Ziming sneered as if he had heard some joke, "Is she scared? I think she is quite calm!"

"You can't hold a prejudice against Yueyue and think that she is wrong in everything, and don't care about her feelings!" Wen Cun became a little angry, and his voice raised a little.

Wen Ziming took a few puffs of cigarette with a gloomy face, then suddenly broke out in silence, threw the cigarette butt, raised his foot and crushed it fiercely, "Aren't you all taking into account her feelings, and I'm not missing either!"

Wen Cun's face was gloomy, he watched his vent-like action and did not speak.

Wen Ziming wanted to open the dam at the gate, but he couldn't hold back his anger, "Since she came back, there has never been a day of peace! The family has never been peaceful! If it weren't for her, Shuangshuang wouldn't have had troubles several times in a row." Suicide! Do you know how I felt when I rushed into Shuangshuang's room and saw her dying in a pool of blood?!"

"The doctor said that a tendon in the artery of her wrist was severed! It was severed! How desperate are both of you to strike so hard?" Wen Ziming growled with scarlet eyes, thinking of his usually eccentric sister almost When he died, he felt distressed.

Wen Cun's heart is also very heavy, but he has always been steady, not as emotional as Wen Ziming, frowned and said: "Just say what you bastard said today, don't say it again in the future, let alone say it in front of Yueyue! Didn't both of you commit suicide? Her fault!"

"Why isn't it her fault? If it wasn't for her, would you ignore Shuangshuang like this? Especially you, big brother! Just because Shuangshuang and we shed different blood, wouldn't the brother-sister relationship for more than ten years not exist?" Wen Zi Min asked excitedly.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't have brought Wen Qingyue back!"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Cun couldn't control his fist and swung it out, hitting Wen Ziming's face, "Do you hear that you are speaking in human language?"

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Cun has done very little to his younger brother, especially since he was an adult, he never did it again, this is the first time.

Wen Ziming was stunned, staggered back two steps, stood with his back against the wall, touched the corner of his mouth in shock, took a painful breath, looked at the warm blood on his fingertips and said nothing for a long time.

The air was filled with the invisible smell of gunpowder, and the two brothers looked at each other silently, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Wen Cun rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Ziming, I'm sorry, brother shouldn't do anything."

Wen Ziming didn't speak, and sat down against the wall in silence. He also realized that his words were a bit too much. He bent his knees tiredly, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, and looked a little gloomy.

Wen Cun: "But you really shouldn't have said what you said just now. Yueyue is our own sister. We don't know how much she has suffered in the past ten years. She finally came back, but she lived in fear. Because of your relationship with Shuangshuang Deep and repelling her, although my parents didn't say it, but the most hurtful thing is often the subconscious behavior."

He paused for a moment, then continued after a moment of silence: "You know how many wrong things both of you have done since Yueyue came back. Just because she doesn't say it or show it doesn't mean she won't be sad!"

"Brother, have you ever thought that Wen Qingyue may not be as fragile and innocent as you thought?" Wen Ziming held back for a long time before raising his head to refute, not as emotional as before.

"I admit that I'm not very friendly to her, but that's because she gives me a bad feeling. How does she look like a little girl who has just grown up?" Wen Ziming paused, scratching his hair irritably, "Are you I didn’t see how calm she was when she saw Shuangshuang committing suicide, even when she was bandaging Shuangshuang, she was not afraid of such a deep wound, not like a little girl at all.”

He, a big man, was a little scared when he saw that scene.

Wen Cun's expression was complicated, and he sighed faintly, "That just means that her life was not good in the past. The children of poor families have already taken charge of the family, but she should have been carefree like Shuang Shuang, loved and grown up by her family."

Speaking of this, Wen Cun's chest seemed to be blocked by a stone, which made him unable to breathe and panicked.

Wen Ziming also fell silent.

Wen Cun: "Ziming, Shuangshuang is still my beloved sister in my heart. Yueyue's arrival just makes me have one more sister who can be loved. I will not treat the two of them differently. I hope you can do the same."

After the words fell, Wen Cun raised his head, with a heavy expression on his face, he took two steps back and then stopped, "Think about it, how deep is Yueyue's scheming to put aside her prejudices and save Shuangshuang in a critical moment?"

After Wen Cun finished speaking, he continued to walk back to the ward to take care of Wen Shuangshuang.

The surroundings fell into dead silence again, only Wen Ziming was left leaning against the wall in the corridor, silently thinking about his words and what happened tonight.

There was a crack in the wall called prejudice that he built against Wen Qingyue in his heart.

The sky suddenly broke, and a ray of light shone through the window into the simply decorated room.

Wen Qingyue sat on the bed covered with a good eiderdown mattress, squinted at the duck-egg blue sky outside the window, and listened to the sound of Zhao Qiuxia hurriedly going out downstairs.

"Where's the chicken soup I made? Don't forget, bring it for Shuangshuang to make up for..."

The hour hand of the alarm clock on the bedside table was pointing to six, and the minute hand was pointing to seven, and Zhao Qiuxia got up an hour ago. During this hour, she went up and down, packing Wen Shuangshuang's clothes, and busy telling the servants to keep an eye on her. Boiled porridge and chicken soup.

After Wen Qingyue was woken up, she sat on the bed and listened. After more than an hour, everything was ready. Zhao Qiuxia took the servant to take the porridge and chicken soup and went out to the hospital to take care of Wen Shuangshuang. Remember her daughter.