The sweet smell of citrus

After she arrived, she put down her things first, turned around and saw Cheng Jialan sitting sideways on the sick bed, looking at her fixedly.

She took a look at Cheng Jialan, quickly put down the things in her hands, stepped on her long legs, and arrived at the bed in three steps and two steps.

Cheng Jialan was taken aback by the sudden shrinking distance and enlarged face. She quickly raised her head and wanted to ask Song Yi what he was going to do.

But Song Yi had already grabbed hold of her leg, and stuffed the somewhat cold calf into the quilt with a jerk.

……

Cheng Jialan froze for a moment.

Song Yi suppressed the quilt, and said in a rather elder tone, "Don't you know how to keep warm when you are sick?"

"You've been on leave for so long, and you still want to stay in the hospital?"

The tone was suddenly formal, and Cheng Jialan oh-oh-oh twice, clutching the quilt.

What is the monitor's action... for?

After finishing the intimate action, Song Yi was very calm, got up and went to the small schoolbag, but if she looked carefully, she would find it.

When she was walking back calmly, she couldn't hide the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ah, very shy.

Chapter 35

After talking about keeping warm, Cheng Jialan managed to ask Song Yi why he suddenly came here.

Song Yi carried the bag and walked to the sick bed, "Didn't you ask this question just now?"

"You have been on leave for too long, I called your father..."

"I heard that you are seriously ill, so I came to see you."

Cheng Jialan leaned against the wall, his eyes sparkling.

"Did you come here just because you cared about me?"

Song Yi glanced at her and hummed softly, "Uncle Cheng sent the driver to pick me up, you don't seem to know about it?"

"!"

"Did Uncle Chen pick you up?!" Cheng Jialan came to his senses, and then patted the quilt, "Really, old...my dad always does this, making random arrangements without saying a word."

"I don't even know how to tell me such an important thing." Cheng Jialan pursed her mouth as she spat out the old man's words several times in her heart.

But soon, she remembered another thing, "But monitor, you came so early, did you have lunch?"

"not yet."

Hearing that Song Yi hadn't eaten yet, Cheng Jialan quickly took out his mobile phone and called the caretaker outside.

"Bring more when bringing lunch... What, my dad arranged it? Oh... Then bring an extra soup. Instead of drinking jī soup, let's make a lighter soup."

After Cheng Jialan hung up the phone, he found Song Yi looking at her. She was a straight person, so she asked directly, "Squad leader, what are you doing looking at me?"

"It's nothing." Song Yi shook his head, recovering from being absent-minded, "I was just thinking, although you are quite sick, you seem to be in good spirits." And, very careful.

A person who is ironing and careful.

"Ah? Really?" Cheng Jialan touched his face, which was a little hot, "Maybe it's because the disease came and went quickly, and I didn't feel very uncomfortable after waking up."

In fact...

After being ill, the more difficult thing is the boring time lying on the bed with a dead body, and the pain is not felt much.

When I was most emotional this morning, it was also when I opened the small door of the hospital.

This kind of excitement dilutes the boredom caused by boredom before, and it has kept her high until now.

Cheng Jialan propped her chin, thinking to herself, the squad leader is indeed a very special friend to her.

Just standing here and looking at this pretty face is very interesting.

Of course, she must be very special to the monitor.

After all... I heard from Jiang Ying that although she loves to make friends, she doesn't have a deep friendship with every friend.

whee.

The person in front of her laughed for no reason, Song Yi glanced at her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Cheng Jialan let go of his hand, and was about to talk to the class monitor about his joy for her, when he saw her start to take something out of her backpack?

Take a closer look, why does the drawn thing look so familiar...

Nonsence.

"Squad leader, what are you doing with so many books!?" Her shock was beyond words.

Song Yi didn't understand her shock, "You took a few days off, and the teacher has already finished reviewing a section, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."

"...so you came to give me a lecture?"

"Yes." Seeing her expression seemed to be a bit resistant, Song Yi raised his eyebrows slightly when he thought of her attitude towards study, "Don't you want to hear it?"

"how come!"

Cheng Jialan laughed twice, "I just feel a little surprised."

Before the meal delivery person came, Song Yi didn't waste any time, dragged out the small table by the bed, and began to talk about the topic.

She mainly talked about what the teacher had reviewed in class during Cheng Jialan's leave of absence for a few days.

It was basically in line with what was in Cheng Jialan's mind. In addition, she knew Cheng Jialan's level better than the teacher, and most of the things she said were relatively simple. Listening to it, I was a little fascinated.

winter.

It was snowing outside the window, and there were slight drops of water on the transparent glass window. In the ward, the girl sitting on the bed tilted her head, listening carefully to the long-haired girl next to her, with bright eyes.

The picture freezes, perhaps, starting from the silhouette of Qingchun at this moment, the fate of the two has already been decided.