Small pink butterfly

After Lin Jingshu went to the toilet, when she returned to the ward, she instinctively pressed her hand on the switch, and then pulled it back suddenly as if she was electrocuted.

She went back to the narrow bed in the dark, lay down lightly, and lay quietly for a long time without being able to fall asleep again.

The three people in the ward didn't fall asleep, and they tried their best to pretend to be asleep. They didn't even dare to turn over. Sleeping was more tiring than fighting.

At this time, a rustling sound rubbed against the ears of the three of them.

Under the moonlight, there was a figure with a hunched waist cautiously approaching Xiao Fendi's bed.

There was another "click", and Xiao Fendi's nerves tensed instantly. He was already frightened by this sound tonight and had a conditioned reflex.

"Who are you?!" Lin Jingshu looked at the person sneaking up to her son's bed with a vigilant expression.

Xiao Fendi and Cen Yi both ended their "fake death" state when they heard the words, and both opened their eyes.

Xiao Fendi's eyes were dazzled by the light, and he saw the person in front of him clearly, with a delicate and handsome face, wearing a buttoned tunic suit that was a bit worn out, and a head that was shaved, like a boiled egg.

He always felt that he had seen this head somewhere.

The man touched a handful of the smooth boiled eggs, smiled, and said apologetically, "I went to the wrong ward, sorry."

It was just going to the wrong ward, Xiao Fendi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, which ward do you live in?"

"It's just next door." Boiled Egg said, "It's midnight, I interrupted your rest, I'm sorry, I'm going back now."

The boiled egg in the Chinese tunic bowed apologetically and walked out of the ward.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this boiled egg in a tunic suit somewhere?" Lin Jing wrote.

Xiao Fendi repeatedly nodded in agreement.

You really deserved to be the two of you. You just saw someone yesterday. You didn't even change your clothes. You just tore off your beard and you didn't know each other. It's amazing to inherit this thing.

"Okay, it's almost dawn," Lin Jingshu sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and said, "We don't need to sleep anymore, we all sit down, let's chat."

Cen Yi sat up from the bed at some point, trying to maintain a calm and self-possessed appearance.

"Tell me." Lin Jingshu regretted insisting on staying with her son tonight, feeling bad, "When did you two get together?"

"Mom!" Xiao Fendi was really ashamed, grabbing his trouser leg with one hand, "We... haven't... done it yet."

Cen Yi raised his forehead: "..."

"Aunt Jing, it's not what you think, we're not together."

Xiao Fendi, who was acquainted with his words, felt strange, as if Cen Yi and Sister Lin had known each other for many years, not just met yesterday.

Lin Jingshu was stunned for a while, as if thinking of something again, she said with a clear expression, "Son! The person you want to chase is Xiaoyi, right?"

Xiao Fendi nodded his head, and didn't pay attention to his mother's address for Cen Yi, a little aggrieved: "But he doesn't like me."

Cen Yi said in his heart: Why doesn't I like you anymore?

Lin Jingshu didn't bother to meddle in the children's affairs, Cen Yi counted her as half a son, if a son chased a girl, she would definitely have to help, and if a son chased a son, she was inexperienced.

The same-sex marriage law has been promulgated for more than three years, and there have been a lot of new couples who have registered for marriage in these years. She didn't think there was anything she couldn't accept. The main thing is... the son is the only one. When I think of the piglet I have raised for 18 years, I will go to other people's house Cabbage, this cabbage is an acquaintance, her mood is very complicated.

"Okay," Lin Jingshu yawned, stood up, picked up her bag, and said, "I'll go back to catch up on sleep, and you two should pack up and leave the hospital."

Xiao Fendi yelled in dissatisfaction: "Are you your own mother?! I haven't recovered yet, what kind of hospital have I been discharged from?!"

Cen Yi and Lin Jingshu glanced at his smooth and delicate legs at the same time.

He also looked down, his eyes widening in surprise.

His originally ferocious legs, which were so unrecognizable, now have no scars at all, and are so delicate that they seem to have never been injured at all!

"By the way, Mom! Cen Yi, let me tell you a miraculous thing." He seemed to suddenly think of something, and became excited all of a sudden, "I just had a big growth on my leg at night... a big... Eh?"

Having said that, his voice slowly stopped, he tilted his head, eh?What was he trying to say just now?What's the big piece on the leg?

Something seems to be running through my head very fast, but I can't catch it, like meeting an old acquaintance, wanting to call someone's name, almost blurting it out, but I just can't remember it, and it's like being stuck in a bank. After depositing money, I ran to the ATM excitedly, but found that I couldn't remember the password at all.

"A large piece of what?"

Xiao Fendi scratched his head and laughed, "It seems to be nothing."

He seemed to have forgotten something, but he didn't seem to.

Lin Jingshu gave him a blank look, and said: "Just pack up and leave the hospital if you have nothing to do! Why are you so delicate and expensive, and you have to be hospitalized with a sprained foot, and you have to let your mother accompany you! Get used to it!"

Eh?Did he go to the hospital with a sprained foot?

Seems like it?But why he has no impression.

"Oh, good." Xiao Fendi's voice was muffled, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find any clue.

Lin Jingshu folded up the thin quilt on the accompanying bed, turned around when she reached the door, took out a box of things from her bag, and said, "The paint I brought for you on this business trip."

Xiao Fendi stepped forward to catch it with both hands, and was so happy that she almost knelt down on her knees, "Thank you, Sister Lin!"

Sister Lin thought about it, and said a little uncomfortable: "Ren Xiaoyi doesn't like you, so don't force yourself."

Hearing this, Cen Yi almost choked on his own saliva.

Xiao Fendi jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clean it up and didn't bother to wash it up anymore, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for his consent before messing with him."

Cen Yi: "..." Who messed with whom?

When the two of them went downstairs to check out the bill for discharge from the hospital, Xiao Fendi looked pensive, pulled La Cenyi's sleeve, and asked, "Cen Yi, did I really go to the hospital with a sprained foot? Why can't I remember it at all?" Woolen cloth?"

Hearing what he said, Cen Yi also frowned. It was the first time that Cen, who is usually decisive in killing and attacking, was so uncertain about a matter, and said, "Really."

Cen Yi piled up a lot of work, and after sending Xiao Fendi back to school, he returned to the company.

Xiao Fendi has no impression of how he got into the hospital with his feet sprained, and he doesn't know why he cares so much.

This afternoon, Curly Chen was going to take them to practice painting again. Xiao Fendi stayed in the hospital all night, feeling that his whole body was full of smell, and locked himself in the bathroom until he peeled off a layer of skin and dripped water before coming out.

"Xiao Fandie, why did you take so long to wash? What are you doing?" The boss smirked, "Why didn't you come back last night, where did you fool around?"

"Do I look like someone who can fool around?" Xiao Fendi brushed his hair, and said without flirting with him, "I'm a local, can't I go back to my home?"

The second child said: "If you lie, you will be punished by the sun. Isn't your mother on a business trip? Your father is letting you go again."

"My mother has already returned from a business trip." Xiao Fendi became depressed again when he mentioned this, and said distressedly: "Brothers, I seem to have lost my memory recently."

The third child: "... I think you lost your body, lost your soul, took a bath as soon as you came back, and you are also mentally disturbed."

When the third child said this, the eyes of the eldest and the second child instantly lit up, shining with the light of gossip.

Boss: "What's wrong, fourth brother, have you really been screwed?"

Xiao Fendi almost couldn't breathe, "Why can't it be me messing with others?!"

Boss & Second Child & Third Child: "Damn it! Really?! The fourth child really lost his virginity?!"

Xiao Fendi clicked his tongue irritably, not wanting to talk to a group of retarded people.

I was late when I went to the studio in the afternoon, and stepped on the heels of Curly Chen again.

"Stop!" Curly Chen's beer belly was closer to his lower abdomen, which looked more like a pregnant belly.

Xiao Fendi's spirit shook, his back straightened, and he felt a "thump" in his heart.

Curly Chen is well-known in the Academy of Fine Arts, most famous for his sharp teeth and good memory.

Sure enough, Curly Chen touched the top of his head and the center of the Mediterranean Sea, and shot him from the corner of his eyes, "Did you finish the painting?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xiao Fendi's mind, he smiled in a flattering manner, and said, "Brother Chen, I brought you something nice." He took the schoolbag off his shoulder and dug it out for a long time. solidification.

The paint set that his mother brought him from abroad is in the dormitory, and he forgot to bring it...

"Get out!" Curly Chen said with a sullen face, merciless, "Put down the homework from last week, go out and continue painting, and come back after painting."

Xiao Fendi couldn't please her, so she prepared to confront her head-on.

"Not out! I have paid tuition for every class, you have no right to drive me out!"

"Look if I have the right!" Curly Chen was out of breath, and grabbed his collar as soon as he came up, ready to throw him out like last time.

Xiao Fendi hugged a classmate nearby, his feet were already off the ground, and his arms were still on the other person.

"Little bastard, I can't deal with you anymore!" Curly Chen got excited, grabbed him by the collar and was about to tear him off the hugged classmate, "Let go!"

People say that he has a big heart and a fat body, and Chen with curly hair is constantly getting angry every day. There is no scientific basis for growing so fat!

Xiao Fendi's feet left the ground, and his hands tightened even more tightly on the neck of a male student, his face turned red, and he kept patting Xiao Fendi's hand with one hand, "I can't breathe... I can't breathe!" ……put……"

He didn't want to be charged with attempted murder, so he quickly withdrew his hand, and the next moment, he was already outside the studio door.

Before the door closed, Xiao Fendi quickly blocked it with his arm, squeezed in with all his strength, and yelled, "I'm not leaving today, let me see what you can do to me?!"

Curly Chen had a gloomy face, and his eyes became particularly terrifying at that moment.

Xiao Fendi's heart was pounding.

For a while, for a while, for a while, and always for a while, he dare not.

"Brother Chen!" Xiao Fendi began to follow the soft policy, pounced on and hugged a thigh as thick as his own, wrinkled his tender face, entered the scene, and started pouring snot and tears onto the curly hair Chen's pants Mo, "I've been in the hospital for the past two days, and one of my legs was almost crippled, so please pity me! I will do my homework well, and I promise I won't make any more trouble for you, woo woo woo..."

Curly-haired Chen is a strong character, and when a child hugs his thigh and cries, he is helpless.

"Get out!" Curly Chen shook his thighs, "Give me last week's homework and this week's homework before get out of class is over!"

"Okay!" Xiao Fendi happily got up from the ground, without a single tear on her face.

He set up the panel, adjusted the paint, and was about to write when he received a message.

Yan Riwen, president of Sand Sculpture Club: [Little Fandie, are your feet better? ]

Something flashed through Xiao Fandie's mind, but she still didn't catch it.

When replying to the message, I was inexplicably nervous, [What's wrong with my foot? ]

After replying to the message, he kept staring at the phone screen, feeling even more nervous, and he didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting.

Yan Riwen, president of Sand Sculpture Club: [Hahahaha!It doesn't matter, Edison and I have such poor memory, he even forgot to eat when he was doing experiments!If you sprain your ankle, rest well and stop riding a bicycle!Take a sip. ]

When Xiao Fendi saw the words "sprained ankle", his heart sank, as if he was a little lost, but he couldn't say why.

Tsk, he seemed to have forgotten something, but he didn't seem to.