passenger

Back at the hospital, Qiao Hao didn't look for Shi Dongdong.

Qiao Hao felt that there was no need to tell what he saw.What kind of person Huo Yan is, maybe Shi Dongdong knows better than anyone else, or if he doesn't know, it would hurt to say it out.

This kind of thing should not be done by him, an "outsider".

Therefore, Qiao Hao endured and did not go to see Shi Dongdong.

However, when he walked through the corridor of the inpatient department of the hospital, he saw this person he didn't really want to see.

Shi Dongdong sat beside him in An Ning's ward, as if he was writing and drawing on manuscript paper.

Qiao Hao who had almost passed the door stopped, stood by the door and called his name.

Shi Dongdong raised his head, stuck out his tongue and smiled at Qiao Hao, but he didn't stop writing.

Qiao Hao walked into the ward, other patients greeted him, and An Ning said to him, "Hello, Dr. Qiao!"

Only Shi Dongdong ignored him.

When Qiao Hao got closer, he realized that he was drawing a picture of tranquility on the hospital bed. The outline had already been drawn, and the pencil kept drawing the lines, making the picture richer quickly.

Qiao Hao remembered that Shi Dongdong seemed to have said that he studied art, but now it seems that he studied art.

Shi Dongdong, who studies fine arts, is wearing a gray fine woolen hat at this time. His chin is pointed when he lowers his head. His fingers are slender and his joints protrude. His hand holding the pencil shakes from side to side. The way a painter paints.

And the boy on the drawing paper was half leaning against the head of the bed and looking out of the door, with a gentle expression on his face and a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Qiao Hao saw that at the door, Shi Dongdong was already drawing the collar of his white coat.

"Brother Dongdong is helping me draw." An Ning explained to Qiao Hao, as if he and Shi Dongdong were already familiar.

"Ah." Qiao Hao responded, remembering what he said to Shi Dongdong a few days ago about An Ning.

Sure enough, he is not a rich man who only knows how to be naughty, maybe his words still touched him a little bit.Qiao Hao thought.

His gaze turned to the painter involuntarily.

Because the man focused on painting, he could look at it without any scruples.

However, on Shi Dongdong's rarely serious face, the scene about Huo Yan that he saw in the morning flashed before Qiao Hao's eyes again. The shadows of men and women rubbing each other's ears and temples overlapped on this face, making Qiao Hao's hands hanging by his side unconscious Clenched into a fist.

"You're done!" After a while, Shi Dongdong put the brush on the bedside table, raised the drawing paper in his hand, and brought it to An Ning.

"It just so happened that your idol arrived, so I added it by chance. Let's see, the effect is not bad, right?" Shi Dongdong stood next to An Ning, looked at the painting for a while, and then looked up at Qiao Hao.

An Ning was a little embarrassed by what an "idol" said, but she still expressed her gratitude generously, solemnly holding the drawing paper and said, "Thank you Brother Dongdong, I will keep this painting well."

"Well, when I become famous, I can sell it for a big price." Shi Dongdong nodded again and again, "Okay, it doesn't affect your rest, and I will come to play with you next time when I have time."

"Brother Dongdong, you should also take a good rest." An Ning said goodbye to him politely.

Qiao Hao became someone else.

That Shi Dongdong just smiled at him and walked out of the ward, he could only tell An Ning not to sit too long, and chased him out.

"Shi Dongdong."

Shi Dongdong who was stopped turned around with an innocent face, "Don't criticize me this time, I'm not looking for you, I'm not here to delay your work."

"Why do you know An Ning so well?" Qiao Hao ignored his "defense" and just asked.

"I'm not familiar, it's just a coincidence that I ran into him downstairs in the sun in the morning. As soon as I said I was your friend, he regarded me as an older brother." Shi Dongdong said, moving closer to Qiao Hao, "Then The child likes you very much."

Qiao Hao was a little embarrassed by Shi Dongdong's breath on his neck, and at the same time, he didn't like Shi Dongdong's use of such a frivolous tone to describe his relationship with the patient.

So, he frowned and said, "Do you think everyone is like you?"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it.

This is too easy to be ambiguous-think everyone likes men as much as you do?Or, think everyone likes me as much as you do?No matter what the meaning is, it will embarrass Qiao Hao.

Because in fact, he just wanted to say, do you think that the patients living in this hospital are as sick and painless as you are, only thinking about the people they like?

And this level of meaning is not much better than the previous two.

So Qiao Hao was annoyed, annoyed that he was always so clumsy and gentle in front of Shi Dongdong.

Fortunately, Shi Dongdong didn't seem to mind, he just changed the word and said, "That child admires you very much."

"He's just a child." Qiao Hao answered his words.

"17 is not too young." Shi Dongdong smiled.

That smile made Qiao Hao a little speechless. The age when Shi Dongdong liked him was less than 17 years old?

"However, he is still too young. Could he really die at any time? I can't believe it." Shi Dongdong said again, the smile on his face had faded.

"Paroxysmal ventricular tachycardia, sudden death may occur at any time." Qiao Hao nodded, feeling sorry for the boy.

There was a low air pressure between the two of them, and Shi Dongdong's rare expression was serious.He was just walking forward, obviously going to the corridor entrance.

So Qiao Hao walked a few steps with him.

When approaching the elevator, Qiao Hao spoke again in order to ease the atmosphere.

"You have a nice hat. You wear it like a painter."

"I shaved my hair, you reminded me last time." Shi Dongdong smiled back.

"Are you really shaved?" Qiao Hao was surprised. What surprised him was that he really dared to do anything.

Then, those pictures of Huo Yan came again.

"Is your expression too exaggerated?" Shi Dongdong suddenly smiled, and pulled off his hat, "I'm lying to you, how can I give up my soft hair?"

The hat left, and Shi Dongdong's hair was disheveled.

Qiao Hao was speechless, he didn't understand how the boy who was so shy before became so speechless.

"However, won't wearing a hat make you look more like a patient? An Ning doesn't doubt what I told him at all." Shi Dongdong put the hat on again, pulled it under his ears, and wrapped his head tightly except for his face.

"Has your Huo Yan visited you recently?" Qiao Hao looked at him coldly.

"Yes, he always comes to see me on weekends." Shi Dongdong's eyes lit up, as if he felt happy even hearing that person's name.

Qiao Hao's fist clenched again, he couldn't look directly at Shi Dongdong like this.