Grant, Buffondo

"Wake up... Grid is awake, Lan Xiu! Come and see!! Grid is awake!!!"

Before I opened my eyes, there was a chattering sound, and then something fell on my body, not heavy, but very warm.

"Gege, open your eyes and look at me."

I obediently opened my eyes, and the harsh light made me squint, but I could still see the face in front of me clearly—scraggly beard, bruises under the eyes, overworked.

"Lan...xiu?"

"Don't talk, you have been sleeping for a few days, come here." Lan Xiu was wearing a hospital gown like me, raised my head slightly and placed it on his lap, then took the straw in the water glass and put it on my mouth.

"Drink some water, honey."

"Pfft, cough cough cough."

There were smiles all around, and I saw that the room was packed with people.

"them..."

"These are my subordinates. Those are sent by Christ. Your boss just came to see you and told you to rest well and recover from your injuries. Don't you know that you have many hidden wounds in your body? The hidden wound in the river broke out, and you took me and gave me all your energy. Fortunately, they found it in time, otherwise..."

Lan Xiu bit his lip and pursed his lips, his tone was sad and angry.

I saw that his subordinates had been watching us with their mouths covered and sniggering, a little unaccustomed to this kind of occasion, so I shook his hand, interrupting his funeral-like melancholy, "I'm fine, I'm fine, go get busy, I want to sleep for a while."

After finishing speaking, he moved his head down, "By the way, you didn't say it to my mother." This was said to the bitch.

"No, no, how dare I say that, don't worry, I'm not stupid."

"Huh." Without the energy to argue, I squinted at him, my eyelids heavy and I wanted to fall asleep again, feeling the people in the room leave one after another, and finally the person sitting on the head of my bed pressed my quilt Pressed, something covered my lips again, and I whispered a few times, "Fortunately, you are fine... those people... I don't know any of them..."

Unable to resist the invasion of drowsiness, I sank into darkness.

A few days later in the early morning, I was idly reading novels to pass the time.

"Bitch, why haven't you seen Christ?"

"His tour isn't over yet, I'll come to see you when he's over." The bitch sat on the side and peeled an apple for me.

I nodded, "Remember to have an autographed album for me."

The long apple peel snapped off at the sound, and the bitch's hands trembled slightly, "Grid—"

"Huh? What?"

"I still call the doctor to come and see..."

"..."

"I always feel that something is wrong with your head since you woke up..."

"roll..."

Talking and laughing, the door of the ward opened, and Lan Xiu walked in in white. It was rare to see him dressed so plainly, but I frowned uncomfortably.

"What are you talking about?" Lan Xiu naturally took the apple from the bitch's hand, peeled the last bit of skin, and fed it to my mouth.

"It's nothing, it's just that someone was hospitalized and was stupid hahaha."

"I'm going to be discharged from the hospital." I frowned and stared at the apple in front of me. I'm not disabled and can't move. The past few days are either feeding or cleaning my body. My patience has reached its limit.

Seeing that I had no desire to eat, Lan Xiu put the apple aside, "No."

This is really strange. He is not my so-and-so, and has no right to make decisions for me.The slut watched the good show cheaply, I looked over with knife-like eyes, he was so scared that he hid from the ward, only me and Lan Xiu were left.

"Honey, do you hate the hospital so much? This is the fourth time you have asked to be discharged from the hospital..."

"However, this is the fourth time you have rejected my request, Lan Xiu. You know, you have no right to make decisions for me." I raised my eyes and looked at him seriously.

The author has something to say: quarreled, quarreled!Husband and wife quarrel, quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, if they don't get along, leave~~~Well~~

Lan Xiu: "Sometimes I feel that mental hospitals are always empty~~~"

Ben E: "Ahem, um... Wuge, as the saying goes, 'One hundred years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and one thousand years of cultivation can make one sleep together', cherish it, cherish it..."

Woog: "..."