Now, little cane

When Yan He went out, there was no sign of Qi Ling at the entrance of the hospital.

I drove home, paying attention to the road conditions all the way, and saw no similar people.

Yan He could still recall that feeling, the feeling of sitting in an empty room waiting for Qi Ling.

I don't know the result, I don't know where to go.

perturbed.

disturbed.

When the door lock sounded softly, he seemed to fall back into the real world from nowhere, stood up excitedly, but did not dare to get too close.

Qi Ling's eyes were red, and when she looked at him, her chest rose and fell.

The hand that wanted to hug converged on the side, not knowing what to do next.

Qi Ling licked her lips, lowered her head, the corners of her lips were chapped.

Yanhe didn't know how long he had been walking outside.

Where did you go.

Qi Ling closed the door, changed her shoes quietly, her chest heaved more and more, and Yan He was beside her, like a vent for emotions, he endured desperately.The movement of pulling the shoelaces was trembling, and the fingers were a little uncontrollable.

Yan He quietly knelt down and helped him untie it.

A chill on the back of the neck.

water.

Yan He raised his head halfway, and suddenly became clear.

tears.

Qi Ling couldn't hold back, and started crying, half biting her lip, half silently.

Yan He almost forgot how he cried.

Almost forgot that there will be a moment when Qiling can't help it.

The two looked at each other, the obscure emotion in Yan He's eyes was ups and downs, and Qi Ling's silent accusation was so obvious.

Yan He: "I..." He didn't hold back another word for a long time.

Now is not the right time to mention Zhimei.

Qi Ling's voice was trembling and hoarse: "You didn't follow."

His tone was too calm.

With a little ruthlessness: "You are mine."

Forgot how he was shoved into the bedroom.Yan He stretched out his hand to block it, but Qi Ling tugged on his clothes regardless of the rascal, Yan He heard the sound of the buttons unraveling and falling apart, the flesh on the side of his neck was being bitten, with violence, he was in pain.

Yan He wanted to grab Qi Ling's hand: "Qi Ling!"

However, Qi Ling's strength is much stronger than him, and the body posture he has been taught all the year round makes it easy to restrain him.

The more Yan He resisted, the more Qi Ling suppressed her.

Wait until Qi Ling pulls Yan He's pants down forcibly.

Yan He suddenly gave up struggling.

Whispering like a sigh: "You said you wouldn't break me."

With indescribable disappointment.

Qi Ling stopped.

Take a step back and let go of Yanhe.

Small bumps formed on the bare skin due to the cold, and his waist was pinched blue when he was struggling, and there were a few mottled spots.

This scene seemed so familiar, except that Yanhe didn't have an asthma attack, was there much difference?

Qi Ling couldn't bear to close her eyes, and tears flowed down her face.

He squatted at Yan He's feet, buried his face in his knees, and curled up.

What did he do?

There was the rustling sound of dressing in his ears, and Yan He slowly straightened his clothes.

Qi Ling shrugged her shoulders.

Yan He said softly, "Why don't you take a shower first, your hands are cold."

Qi Ling nodded indiscriminately.

Yan He's body still had the cold feeling from Qi Ling's fingers.

When Qi Ling came out, Yan He stuffed him into the bed, Qi Ling kept silent and lowered his eyes, Yan He kissed his forehead.

Qi Ling's heart was as pale as snow.

He closed his eyes, didn't want to say anything, didn't want to think about anything.

After a while, Yan He got into his quilt, taking a clean breath of steaming water.

Yan He held his hand, and Qi Ling's fingers had become hot, so she put it on her waist.

With temptation: "Take it easy, huh?"

Qi Ling couldn't help but touch upwards bit by bit, Yan He's voice floated low in her ears.

He wants him, crazy.

I don't want to bother with those considerations anymore, even if he regrets and vomits, he won't let go.

This is his.

The morning sun started to shine at noon.

After Qi Ling smoked a cigarette, she took a deep breath.

That was the last time before they parted. He didn't finish taking off his clothes, as if showing extreme disrespect, Yan He didn't ask, and he was so obedient that it made people feel distressed.

Thinking about it now, he clearly knows everything, but he maintains his fragile self-esteem and does not puncture it.

Really.

Qi Ling recalled those details, and Yan He's pampering permeated into every aspect.

The only thing that is more certain is that there is another luck that he doesn't know yet?

Qi Ling laughed, laughing at herself.

For some things, it's better for Qi Yunwei to take them to the grave.

People die and the lights go out.

He didn't want to talk anymore.

Yanhe came out of the ward, and Zhimei stood in the corridor.

Yan He asked, "Did you see Qi Ling?"

Zhimei pointed to the downstairs, and said, "I smoked a cigarette, I'm not in a good mood."

Yan He looked at him and sighed.

Yan He: "He's still like this."

Zhimei smiled: "I think it has a greater influence on Qi Ling than on me."

Yan He bowed his head: "I didn't do it right."

Zhimei fell silent.

After a while: "Thank you, I can only repeat this sentence."

Su's hands are tied to his ears and hair, and his smile is incomprehensible to the world.

Qi Ling entered the ward.

Yan He saw him, pointed at him and said, "He is."

Zhimei's mother was a little embarrassed, but she still smiled, Yanhe had sponsored their family, even if she had something on her mind, it was not her family's business.

Qi Ling was curious: "What am I?"

Zhimei's mother looked even more out of place.

Yan He didn't care so much, and said bluntly: "Just now my aunt asked me if I have a date at this age, and I said she had already met."

Qi Ling was startled, her brows and eyes loosened, and she smiled.

After lunch, Zhimei and Yanhe occasionally had a few words, while Qi Ling was almost completely silent.

Zhimei didn't want to keep them any longer, Qiling acquiesced, and Yanhe said that he would see Zhimei's father next time he was discharged from the hospital.

On the road.

Qi Ling asked: "Her dad, what's going on?"

Yan He didn't know much about it, so he just said, "I heard what she said, it's the second relapse, and it will spread quickly..."

Qi Ling sighed and said no more.

He also lost his father.

Although the mood of the embrace is different.

Qi Ling: "Then when will her father... be discharged from the hospital?"

Yan He: "Maybe next week, next, also..."

Qi Ling didn't ask much.

On the way, there was a call from Zhou Chiguang on Qi Ling's mobile phone.

Qi Ling opened the door.

Zhou Chiguang: "I heard from Lao Yu that you have been unhappy recently?"

Qi Ling frowned, regretting opening the release: "No."

Zhou Chiguang: "Come to my house to play today?"

Qi Ling: "What fun things do you have in your house? Did you quarrel and throw things and change the furniture?"

Zhou Chiguang: "Don't talk if you can't speak, come and drink, everyone doesn't go to the bar, can't we meet for a drink?"

Qi Ling: "So does Lao Yu know?"

Zhou Chiguang: "He's beside me!" Yu Quan faltered vaguely.

Qi Ling turned to look at Yan He.

Yan He quickly said obediently: "I don't drink, I drive."

Zhou Chiguang was in a strange mood: "Yo, the family education is strict!"

Qi Ling: "Let's talk about it first, you guys are not cooking, are you?"

Yu Quan interrupted: "Of course it's called outside, don't you want to feel the fear of burning the kitchen once?"

Qi Ling: "That's good, what time is it at night?"

Zhou Chiguang: "Give me back the fucking phone, you can come after 3 pm."

Qi Ling: "OK."

hang up.

At the door of Yu Quan's house in the afternoon, someone opened the door, and Qi Ling and Kong Dongsong stood speechless at each other.

There are only three words in Qi Ling's mind, careless!

Kong Dongsong felt exactly the same in his heart.

The two asked Zhou Chiguang inside, "Why is he here?"

Zhou Chiguang came out, waved to Yan He and said, "Come in~"

Yan He silently passed Qi Ling to change shoes at the entrance, Zhou Chiguang smiled and said, "Why, do you still remember the old love in your heart?"

Qi Ling: "Get lost!"

Kong Dongsong: "No."

Zhou Chiguang: "Then there's nothing embarrassing about it. Come and have a drink or two. We're still good friends."

Qi Ling: ...

Kong Dongsong: ...

Yan He: "Are these slippers?"

Zhou Chiguang: "It's for Qi Ling, but you can wear it however you want."

Yan He entered the door, looked at the person on the sofa, nodded and said hello: "Doctor Shen!"

Shen Beizhu: "Teacher Yan, come and sit down."

Qi Ling: ...

Kong Dongsong: ...

Zhou Chiguang: "That's right, we are all a family, come, eat melons!"

Kong Dongsong came in desperately and sat next to Shen Beizhu, once again recognizing the fact that Qi Ling will be indispensable no matter the family gathering in the future, and the children's hearts are galloping with [-] grass-mud horses at the moment~

Qi Ling struggled at the door for a while, seeing that Yan He even drank the water, she entered the door with reluctance.

Yan He asked Shen Beizhu, "How are you doing recently?"

With a deep meaning that cannot be pierced.

Shen Beizhu: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "He Xuan's son seems to be suffering from leukemia, I'll send him to a big hospital to see."

Yan He was stunned: "Huh?"

Kong Dongsong: "What, what, why didn't you tell me?"

Shen Beizhu gently pushed Kong Dongsong's head: "Don't make trouble."

Shen Beizhu: "There's nothing to say. It's been a long time. Now the medical insurance system can reimburse 80% of the operation costs, and it's not necessarily the case. There are many types. Only after taking a detailed examination can the diagnosis be confirmed. Generally, children's This disease is also relatively curable.”

Kong Dongsong opened his eyes wide: "...this..."

Shen Beizhu quietly poured some boiling water into his teacup: "It's none of your business."

Yan He didn't ask much.

Qi Ling asked more questions: "He Xuan, the name is so familiar, what was your old name?"

Qi Ling and Shen Beizhu don't know each other well, but it's okay to talk a few words.

Shen Beizhu nodded.

Yu Quan ordered a table of dishes and came back, Yan He and Kong Dongsong ate with their heads buried.

Kong Dongsong drank, Qi Ling drank too, only Yan He and Shen Beizhu didn't drink.

At the beginning, we played some small games, and then everyone chatted and moved to the living room with wine.

Yan He wanted to clean up the dining table, but Qi Ling grabbed it by his side: "Their family table, whoever cleans up the table, you are not allowed to go."

Zhou Chiguang: "Tsk tsk, does your heart hurt?"

Qi Ling: "He doesn't even wash dishes in my house, let alone, why did he come to your house to clean up?"

Zhou Chiguang was silent for a moment: "Then who will wash it?"

Qi Ling didn't care: "Me."

Zhou Chiguang: ...

Long live!

Kong Dongsong drank a few glasses and hugged Shen Beizhu, the wine was extremely bad.

Drink a few more glasses, it's almost the end, and bring the wine to Qiling: "Come, I respect you!"

Qi Ling: "...what do you respect me for?"

Kong Dongsong was vague: "I thank you for not being so kind to me back then, otherwise I would have met Lao Shen!"

Qi Ling: ...

Kong Dongsong: "Thank you, I finally see you clearly.

"From now on, you will never suffer again!

"You take your single-plank bridge, I will take my Yangguan Road!

"Thank you for being a rotten person!"

Qi Ling: ...

Kong Dongsong: "Why did I owe you so much back then, let me tell you, Old Shen is much better than you!

"You have to have face, you have to be...gentle and gentle...

"Being more considerate, more than you... It seems almost... But it's nice to me!"

Shen Beizhu: ...

Qi Ling: ...

Kong Dongsong: "Look at Yanhe, and then at you, he followed you like a flower like a jade, so be content.

"Keep tight, what do you want for that condition!

"Well, so handsome that it bursts."

Yanhe: ...

Friends, is your rhetoric wrong?

Yan He seemed to understand why every time Kong Dongsong drank too much, he had to rely on Zhou Chiguang to bring him out of the bar.

Zhou Chiguang covered Kong Dongsong's mouth and said, "Forget it! Can't you get out of bed if you want to go home?"

Kong Dongsong frowned, and after a while, said weakly, "I don't want to."

Yanhe: ...

Shen Beizhu: ...

Qi Ling: ...

Zhou Chiguang pushed Kong Dongsong towards Shen Beizhu, and waved his hand: "Take it away, take it away, sorry! I don't want to look at him again."

Shen Beizhu didn't want to hear Kong Dongsong's embarrassing words, so he really took people away.

Zhou Chiguang waved his hand: "Come play again next time~"

Kong Dongsong pouted: "Cousin, you don't love me anymore..."

Zhou Chiguang was silent for a moment, then said loudly: "...Get out of here~"

After speaking, he slammed the door.

Zhou Chiguang turned his head and smiled, and said to Yan He: "Don't listen to him, it's good to talk about weapons, Qi Ling's bar can be ranked in the top ten, he just wants to make people poor~"

Yanhe: ...

Always feel that the focus is not right? !

Yu Quan: "It's fair to say that you slept with Lao Qi."

Zhou Chiguang: "I've seen people he slept with~"

Qi Ling said angrily, "Shut up for me."

Yan He silently opened a bag of peanuts and ate them slowly.

The author has something to say: The last scene will start tomorrow~~Lie~~It’s finally coming to an end~Thank you to the little angels who are chasing you for your kindness~~~

Kneeling, please don’t send me blades tomorrow, there will be surprises after reading it, it’s a happy ending~~~

Finally, ask for a haircut, ask for support, and roll around~~After all, tomorrow, I won’t have the face to ask for support~~~QAQ

Thanks to the girls who poured my nutrient solution, I love you~