Now, little cane

Qi Ling took Yanhe home, and Yanhe sat in the living room, mumbling: "Hot."

Qi Ling unbuttoned the top buttons of the shirt: "This is the tail of July."

Yan He sniffed: "Hot."

Qi Ling didn't even turn on the light, opened the refrigerator and poured him a glass of iced juice, sticking it on his face: "Take it."

Yan He took it obediently.

Qi Ling turned on the air conditioner.

Yan He lowered his head to drink the juice.

Qiling threw Yanhe in the living room, turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and after the shower, Yanhe fell asleep on the sofa again.

The glass is empty.

Qi Ling went into the bedroom and put a pillow under Yanhe's head, the air conditioner was turned on for him, and she sat on the end of the sofa and rubbed the same quilt on her lap.

After sitting for a while, he went into the study and pulled out a book of fairy tales by Yanhe to read.

This book has been with Yan He for so many years, but it was bought because of Yan Jing.

Read it again, with a bit of nostalgia.

In the room, there was only the sound of Yan He's breathing combined with the sound of the air conditioner, and Qi Ling felt extremely peaceful in her heart.

One sleep is more than two hours.

When Qi Ling was browsing the webpage quietly in the early morning, Yan He moved.

Qi Ling knew that she was about to wake up.

Sure enough, after a while, Yan He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Still indulging in the borderline between dream and waking, Yan He slightly tilted his head to look at Qi Ling.

Qi Ling tried her best to concentrate on the tablet and asked, "What did you think of?"

After a moment of silence, Yanhe said honestly: "You, when you were injured on your back, you have been refusing to tell me. I feel that we are far away, and I am even a little bit unable to get close to you."

Qi Ling's fingers hovered over the tablet.

Sigh and close your eyes.

Qi Ling: "I want to hug you, okay?"

Yan He rubbed his head against Qi Ling's lap, and Qi Ling quietly stroked his hair.

Qi Ling: "I..." It was difficult to speak.

Yan He took Qi Ling's hand, clasped it in the palm of his hand, and clasped his fingers together, very firmly.

Yan He: "If you don't want to say it, you don't need to say it. I know, you love them very much."

Qi Ling was silent, Yan He rubbed his face on his leg, and asked a little unconsciously, "Why don't you sleep?"

Qi Ling: "I want to explain this clearly when you wake up, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Yanhe nodded.

Yan He knew what he wanted to ask, so he spoke first: "When I was sending Qi Shu to check for the first time, I ran into him by chance and said a few more words.

"Later, I always wanted to see Zhimei, but I also know that you don't want to see her.

"I planned not to contact her until her father was discharged from the hospital.

"By the way, she is engaged and has a fiancé."

Qiling sighed and asked, "Can you take me to see her?"

Yan He looked at Qi Ling: "I thought you hated her."

Qi Ling said honestly: "Well, she is one of the women I hate in my life? Before I met Wu Yixing."

Yan He: "...then why did you see her?"

Qi Ling: "It's nothing, if you promise to take me with you every time you see her, I promise you too, don't make any noise, this matter will be done according to your wishes."

Yan He laughed: "Are you still worried about what I have with her?"

Qi Ling: "I don't like you getting along with her. It will be better if you see it yourself."

Yan He: "You are so overbearing."

Qi Ling didn't speak.

Yan He said again: "You left a lot of marks on me, and when we got together again, it never disappeared."

Qi Ling bluntly: "You are mine."

Yan He laughed, finished laughing, and said, "I thought you would scold me for drinking."

Qi Ling gently caressed the side of his face and asked, "Why?"

Yan He: "Don't you hate me drinking?"

Qiling was silent for a moment, then said: "I don't want to quarrel with you, it's fine, that's fine."

What he said was a bit sour.

Yan He asked through his drunkenness, "What if I parted from you someday?"

Qi Ling: "There won't be that day."

Yan He: "Why?"

Qi Ling frowned: "You love me."

The corner of Yan He's mouth curled up in a lingering arc.

"Well, I love you."

Qi Ling's eyebrows stretched.

Yan He: "Stop arguing, and I won't be arguing in the future, just live well."

After a while, Qi Ling said, "Yes."

Yan He stretched out his hands, and Qi Ling leaned over to hug him tightly.

The next day, Yanhe called Zhimei and asked if he could visit her on Saturday.

Zhimei: "Yes." Pausing for a moment, she whispered, "You still pamper him like this."

In the end, there is a bit of indescribable sparseness.

Yan He touched his nose and smiled: "That's just such a conniving person."

Zhimei: "Yes."

Zhimei: "How about I treat you to a meal?"

Yan He: "I, ask him."

Zhimei: "Okay."

After hearing this, Qi Ling said with a cold face, "Go, why not?!"

Yan He Fu forehead, not much correction.

Qi Ling: "What is she doing now?"

Yan He was stunned: "I never asked."

Inexplicably, Qi Ling felt better again.

On Saturday morning, Qiling dragged Yanhe to the big supermarket to buy some health products to visit Zhimei's parents.

Yan He followed behind Qi Ling, helplessly: "Do you want to pick the good ones or just pick the expensive ones?"

Qi Ling: "I like them all!"

Yanhe: ...

Yan He: "Let's go, let's go, I'll pick it up for you, okay."

Qi Ling put the same item in the shopping cart without saying a word.

When it's time to check out, you don't even look at the amount when you swipe your card.

After parking the car at the hospital, Yan He glanced at his watch, it was 09:30.

The things were placed beside the hospital bed, and Yan He chatted with Zhimei's father familiarly, and Zhimei's father seemed to be in good spirits.

Zhimei's mother was peeling fruit to entertain Yanhe.

Qiling didn't know what to say after greeting her, so after a while, she quietly went out to smoke in the designated place.

Take it out, twist it a few times between your fingers, smell it, but it doesn't light up.

After much thought, I accepted it.

"Do you want to see me?"

a voice behind him asked.

Qi Ling turned her head, and Zhimei was standing behind him.

Qi Ling's eyes were cold.

Zhimei is more beautiful than when I saw her before. She has been dressed up a bit, her makeup is exquisite, her eyebrows are from the mountains, her face is plain, her hair is long, and her dress looks a bit gentle.

Yan He didn't seem to have any resistance to soft and waxy women.

There are always so many similarities between the few who counted, they all have long hair and soft words.

Qi Ling: "I don't want to."

Zhimei lowered her head and didn't approach, she just stood three steps away from Qi Ling, with an indescribable awkwardness.

It seemed that she was a little afraid of him.

Qi Ling mocked and smiled, looking outside the balcony, she always pretended to be so soft.

Qi Ling asked casually, "What work are you doing now?"

Zhimei also walked to the edge of the balcony, still a little distance away from Qi Ling, and replied in a low voice: "Be a model."

Qi Ling glanced at her again in surprise: "There is indeed capital."

Zhimei's eyes fell on Qi Ling's hands, and she smiled enviously: "You guys are still so nice."

Qi Ling couldn't help but clenched her hands a little bit, and said unkindly:

"Just treat me as a background. When your father is discharged from the hospital this time, you don't need to contact me in the future."

Zhimei smiled awkwardly.

Lost whisper: "He always listens to you."

Qi Ling smiled: "His ex-girlfriend is doing scientific research abroad, she is much cuter than you, if you have some thoughts, you can rest, of course it is better if you don't have them, and she is much more scheming than you."

Zhimei was startled: "Ex-girlfriend?"

Qi Ling: "Do you still want to see the photos?"

Zhimei: "But... haven't you been together all this time?"

Qi Ling choked.

Zhimei suddenly realized: "Didn't he return to China soon after you came to see me?"

Qi Ling closed her eyes.

Sure enough, I hate women with this look the most!

Zhimei frowned: "You...?"

Qiling took a deep breath, unwilling: "He didn't tell you, so you don't need to know."

Zhimei murmured: "It shouldn't be, how could he leave you..."

Qi Ling became angry in an instant: "You are enough..."

"Eat grapes?"

The conversation was interrupted.

Yan He held the grapes and carefully rubbed them into the balcony.

Qi Ling took a deep breath and turned around, not looking at the two of them.

Yanhe gave Zhimei a bunch, and smiled awkwardly.

Qi Ling patted a hand on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Come, eat some fruit."

Qi Ling: ...

Who the hell wants to eat fruit? ! !

Yan He forcefully stuffed it into Qi Ling's mouth, Qi Ling didn't speak, Yan He: "I'll go in and serve it to my uncle and aunt first, you guys...well, have a good chat."

Qi Ling: ...!

Zhimei watched Yanhe leave.

Zhimei asked: "When did Yanhe come back?"

Qi Ling didn't speak.

Zhimei: "You know I can ask him."

Qi Ling: ...

Qi Ling said in a bad tone, "At the end of last year."

Zhimei was surprised.

Qi Ling: "What else do you want to ask?"

Zhimei was silent for a long while: "You have been... not together for so many years?"

Qiling took a deep breath, didn't look at Zhimei, lowered her head, and accepted her fate for a while: "Yes."

Zhimei suddenly understood a little bit.

Zhimei: "You, don't worry about me... I have a boyfriend and I'm getting married soon."

Qi Ling: "I'm not worried about you."

Then said: "I just hate you."

Zhimei was speechless.

Bow your head: "It wasn't what you thought at the beginning."

Qi Ling sneered: "How is that?"

Zhimei: "He cares about you very much."

Qi Ling: "That's right, if it weren't for you old man, we wouldn't have come to that point, would we?"

Zhimei took a step back, bit her lip without speaking.

Qi Ling mocked slightly: "I really hate to see your wronged face, it's disgusting."

Turned around and left.

Zhimei stood where she was, squeezed her hands tightly, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let it out.

Qi Ling went downstairs to smoke.

Zhimei turned back to the ward.

There was a break in talking alone, and Yan He asked, "He...didn't say anything he shouldn't have said, right?"

Zhimei shook her head, pulled her ears and hair, and said in a low voice: "You didn't tell me you were together."

Yan He froze for a moment, smiling to hide his embarrassment.

Zhimei: "You shouldn't have come to see my dad."

Yan He smiled: "There's nothing wrong with it, and it's not because of you that we broke up."

Zhimei opened her mouth and closed it again.

But she really liked Yanhe back then.

like very much.

If there was anything she could do to repay Yan He, she thought, it would probably be such a small distance that made Qi Ling and Yan He feel at ease.

Thinking of this, her eyes felt a little hot, Zhimei got up and walked out of the corridor.

Seeing Qi Ling smoking in the garden downstairs, her back was turned to her.

The sun hit him halfway, like meeting him for the first time.

Qi Ling pinched out the cigarette and took a deep breath, also trying to calm down.

He saw Zhimei for the first time.

At that time, Zhimei was very beautiful, with a unique girlish innocence and sweetness.

What he didn't expect was that the one Yan He rescued was so beautiful.

If only I knew earlier.

Notice it earlier.

It will not be such a difficult situation to end.

The author has something to say: Everyone, I won’t update tomorrow, and I will update it until the end next week~~~