Now, little cane

After living together for a few days, Qi Ling is much better, at least she doesn't feel panic at a glance.

Qi Shu secretly ran to take a look at Qi Ling.

Qi Ling was not allowed to find her.

Afraid that Qi Ling would think too much.

I'm also afraid that her brother's emotions will fluctuate too much.

Qi Ling's study progress dropped a lot, and she was doing exercises on her stomach during the break.

The whole person fell silent and didn't smile much.

Yan He saw it in his eyes and didn't bother or say much.

Perhaps it can be said that he dared not say much.

Every movement or word, I will first think about whether it will stimulate Qi Ling.

The representative of the Chinese class changed seats recently and sat in front of them.

Little Ruanmei relies on Yanhe to be easy to talk, she is willing to talk to Yanhe about everything, and also likes to tell Yanhe what she likes.

The boy who had a crush on the little soft girl sat a little far away this time, and it was a bit tasteful.

After class, watching the little soft girl origami, folded into a heart shape, the boy was not happy: "Hey, who is this for?"

The little soft girl didn't even look up: "Make a bookmark."

The boy is cheeky: "You can give it to me, I just need a bookmark."

Little Ruanmei: "Fold it yourself."

Boy: "How can a boy fold!"

The little soft girl looked up at him and called, "Cigarette case~~~"

Yan He looked up: "What's wrong?"

Little Ruanmei gave him a piece of pink paper and said, "Come, fold it with me."

Yan He's hands are so skillful, he just folded one out along the way, the boy he had a crush on had an embarrassing face, Yan He realized later that he seemed to have messed up something that shouldn't be messed up.

The little soft girl raised her chin: "Hey, learn a little bit."

Boys are darker.

Yanhe's cell phone rang, and he came to the rescue in time.

Take it easy and go out to answer the phone.

Qi Ling stuffed her heart into Yan He's pencil case, and said calmly, "It's time for class."

The little soft girl turned back to continue her origami, and the boy was reluctant to leave.

Qi Ling looked out at Yan He who was on the phone.

It's Zhimei.

Zhimei told Yanhe about her father's condition, all the examinations were done today, and the size of the lesion was confirmed.

Yan He comforted her: "It's okay, it will be fine after the operation."

Zhimei choked up: "Thank you."

Yan He: "Go, I'm going to class soon."

When I got back to the classroom, thinking that Qi Ling didn't know yet, I told Qi Ling.

Qi Ling asked in a low voice: "What happened to her father?"

Yan He: "It was just diagnosed, cancer. I had a full set of checkups today, followed by chemotherapy and radiotherapy."

Qi Ling: "Then..."

Yan He: "I asked Yan Jing, she is willing to subsidize her part, and I may also accompany her on weekends."

Qi Ling lowered her head: "Oh."

Qiling knew that the school had indeed organized a hospital donation during his absence.

It should have been known at that time.

During that time, Qi Ling herself knew that she was in a bad state.

He resisted when Yanhe touched him, but unconsciously longed for it.

The two emotions were torn apart out of season, and he was very uncomfortable.

The two haven't been together for a long time.

Qi Ling didn't dare.

He guards Yanhe with self-loathing and unrealistic longing.

He knew that sometimes Yanhe's physical reaction was very honest, but he just didn't want to, and Yanhe didn't force him.

He would think that with more time and slowly, maybe it would be better.

Until he saw Zhimei.

The feeling of tension stretched to the maximum in an instant.

Oval face, double eyelids, fair skin, good complexion, gentle and shy.

Don't be too similar to the type of girl Yan He likes.

He really didn't know that Yan He was sponsoring this kind of girl.

Zhimei looked at him with a little bit of resistance and fear.

Qi Ling felt that she knew about his relationship with Yan He, and also had other thoughts about Yan He.

It's just that he didn't dare to ask.

I don't want to know either.

If you don't know how to let this matter pass quietly?

But it didn't.

As Zhimei's father's condition became more and more serious, Yanhe gave Zhimei more and more time on weekends.

Later, Qi Ling couldn't stop herself from thinking about it.

The first time he followed Yanhe into the hospital, he felt uneasy because of Zhimei's appearance.

Zhimei was talking to Yanhe at the side, shaking her back from time to time, Yanhe was taller than Zhimei, lowering her head slightly to comfort something, Zhimei nodded from time to time, Yanhe's face was very concerned.

Qi Ling stood beside them, feeling that she was out of place.

More feeling, is that they match very well.

Words standing together.

Qi Ling would find it very dazzling.

The kind that makes him uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

It was as if a light had entered the room, Yanhe stood in the light, and he stood in the backlight.

He has become some kind of unspeakable secret.

Chuchu accompanied Yanhe to visit twice, but Qiling stopped going.

It was uncomfortable to watch, and he would rather not look at it. The unspeakable hidden worry was suppressed by Yan He's love, Qi Ling stubbornly felt that Yan He's heart was his, it was his, and no one could take it away.

No matter how much he refuses Yan He's inquiry, and further distances the two of them.

Yan He was always waiting for him in place.

really?

Looking back at the past, Qi Ling doesn't know where she got so much confidence at that time.

Not listening or watching, can't stop the footsteps of the incident.

It can't be stopped, Yanhe is good to Zhimei.

Too good to be true.

So good that he stepped on Qi Ling's bottom line, made him hysterical, made him crazy, and made him sad.

When Qi Ling noticed that Yan He went to the hospital every weekend, he collected all his homework and followed Yan He to the hospital.

Zhimei's father lived in a single room.

The ward ten years ago was not as tense as it is now.

Zhimei's father was already preparing for the operation at that time.

Chemotherapy and radiotherapy are monitoring the data every day.

Zhimei was doing homework on the side, Yan He would ask her about her illness, Qi Ling also took her homework, did not talk much, and did it slowly, Zhimei and him were separated, neither of them talked much, Zhimei Mei doesn't like him very much, and he doesn't like Zhimei either.

There are too many homework arrears in this half semester, and Qi Ling does more homework on weekends than Yan He.

He was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with Yan He's progress.

Looking up by chance, I saw a heart in Zhimei's pencil case.

He recognized Yan Hezhe's one.

Qi Ling stared straight at it, and Zhimei noticed it, and she closed the pencil case in a blink of an eye, then lowered her head to do her homework, and did not speak.

When Yanhe went out to fetch water, Qiling warned: "Don't ask him for these things."

Zhimei's writing hand stopped, and she took a deep breath, as if she wanted to refute something.After all, no, after a long while, I bowed my head and wrote again.

When Yanhe came back, Qiling seemingly casually asked him if he still remembered how to fold that heart last time?

Yan He thought for a while, then frowned: "I-maybe I remember, what's wrong?"

Qi Ling pulled out a piece of homework paper and gave it to him: "Fold me a bookmark."

Zhimei took a deep breath, lowered her head without looking.

Yan He didn't think too much about it. After a long time, he finally folded one.

Anyway, I didn't forget.

Qi Ling wanted to get it, but Yan He threw it away.

Qi Ling: "Why did you lose it?"

Yan He smiled, gritted his teeth, and said, "It should be folded in bright red. I went back and bought paper to fold for you."

Qi Ling looked like a winner for a moment.

Zhimei held the pen tightly and pursed her lips, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

As if being humiliated by Qi Ling.

Yan He didn't notice these details, but simply felt that if his lover wanted it, he should use positive red.

What Qi Ling hates most about Zhimei is not that she likes Yanhe.

You must know that there are many girls in their school who like Yanhe.

It's that she likes Yanhe, and she knows the relationship between herself and Yanhe, and she still haunts Yanhe like a ghost.

No matter how Qi Ling shows his position in Yan He's heart.

Zhimei only pursed her lips and bowed her head, taking all of them.

He hates people like this candy.

But there is no way.

Can't Yan He stop helping her?

Qi Ling is not that extreme.

Although Zhimei's experience is indeed worthy of sympathy, for Qi Ling, it is like a thorn in her throat.

Zhimei's frailty and encounters are all like approaching Yanhe's weapon, Qi Ling has nothing to do with her.

This made him hate Zhimei even more.

Yan He also gradually became aware of Qi Ling's emotions, and comforted him a few times, but Qi Ling felt that Yan He seemed to be perfunctory to him. If Yan He didn't say a word and seemed unaware, he would feel more at ease, not like this .It's not that she comforted him openly, and she behaved so intimately with Zhimei.

Into the coldest season.

Qi Ling found that there were more women's winter clothes in the closet.The package is neat, the style is good-looking, and the price is not cheap.

Qi Ling stared at Dongyi in a daze for a long while.

I feel like I've been stabbed in the heart.

Freeze to the bone.

Qi Ling guarded her clothes and waited for Yan He to come back.

In the room the lights were not even turned on.

When Yan He came back, the atmosphere was obviously not right, Yan He asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"

Qi Ling didn't speak, she sat facing the clothes, and pointed at the clothes.

Yan He pursed his lips.

Qi Ling: "Why don't you explain?"

Yan He put down the key, took a deep breath, and asked a little tiredly, "Explain what?"

Qi Ling's eyes turned red for a moment, and she burned herself, and asked in a calm voice, "For Zhimei?"

Yan He probably understood.

"I saw that she didn't have many winter clothes, so I bought them."

Qi Ling: "Did you choose?"

Yan He: "Qi Shu is with me, she picked it."

Qi Ling became angry: "That's my sister, do you know that?"

Yanhe is speechless.

Qi Ling: "Does she have no parents, and you need to take care of her so carefully? Why do you take my sister to pick out clothes for her? Have you ever thought about what I would think?"

Yan He explained: "I am..."

Qi Ling stood up and interrupted, with questioning, tearing away the last bit of cover: "Do you know that she has always liked you?"

Yanhe was silent.

This bit of silence directly extinguished the last spark in Qi Ling's heart, freezing into all limbs and bones.

He didn't even dare to ask any more questions.

He began to be afraid to ask what he didn't want to hear.

Qi Ling took a deep breath: "Don't follow me."

Before Yan He could say anything, Qi Ling slammed the door and left.

Yan He stood in place in embarrassment.

Qi Ling walked downstairs, feeling a little dazed, feeling very cold and empty.

Don't you like her a little too?

Why go so often?

Why are you so nice to her?

If you also know what she thinks about you, why do you still...do this?

Don't you want to be with me anymore?

Do you still think girls are better?

Don't you want me anymore?

Like boiling water, these problems rose and sank one by one, boiling up in Qi Ling's heart.

He forgot how long he walked and sat on a bench outside.

It wasn't until Yanhe found him that he realized that it was getting dark.

Yan He led him home, and Qi Ling felt better.

But Yanhe didn't explain a word.

Qi Ling didn't dare to ask again.Yanhe didn't say much.

The gap is becoming more and more obvious.

Qiling didn't believe it no matter what, this was just the girl Yan He rescued.

But he can't believe that Zhimei is the one Yan He likes.

Two people seem to stand on a delicate point, and if they deviate slightly, they can lose their balance.

Qi Ling really couldn't hold back.

The moment he watched Zhimei steal a kiss, all his emotions exploded, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

He couldn't hold back his dislike for Zhimei.

He slapped her and didn't hold back.

Yan He woke up not knowing why, and couldn't believe it.

Qi Ling ran out sad.

It was freezing cold.

Yan He didn't chase him out.

There must have been red marks on Zhimei's face.

Is Yan He giving her medicine?

Thinking of this, Qi Ling suddenly felt that she had lost.

Lose nothing.

The author has something to say: Back to reality tomorrow~~

If you don’t understand, you will know it in Chapter 73~~~ Don’t blame any of them~~