string sound dream lovesickness

When Lu Mengruo opened the door of the ward, the first thing she saw was Meng Yuannian's exquisite sleeping face.She was no longer as pale as before, and there was a faint blush on both sides of her cheeks. For the first time, she felt that a boy could also be described as magnificent and charming.

Mo Qingxian bowed her body and leaned against Meng Yuannian's arm, her bright eyes were shrouded in faint black and blue, looking haggard like a flower about to wither.She walked in lightly, and put the soup pot in her hand on the bedside table.The rustling sound woke Meng Yuannian from his sleep. He looked at Lu Mengruo's profile and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Lu Mengruo was startled by his sudden utterance. She turned her head to look at Meng Yuannian with unspeakable joy in her surprise and tone: "Are you awake? You finally woke up? I, I'll call you." doctor!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed out in a hurry. The sound of opening the door alarmed Mo Qingxian. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Before he could talk to Meng Yuannian, he saw Lu Mengruo rushing in again in a hurry.

"Doctor doctor, here, here!!"

Meng Yuannian was lying on the bed and let the doctor examine the wound, gently pressing some parts and asking some words about his feelings.He answered carefully in a low voice, coordinating with the doctor's movements, his soft voice was like catkins floating in the warm wind in summer, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes showed a faint smile, as if he was about to melt into the indescribable in the tenderness.

Looking at Meng Yuannian like this, Lu Mengruo lost the fragile beauty and paleness of being in a coma, and more of the silk and bamboo smell of falling into the fireworks of the world.She felt her heart beating like it wanted to jump out of her chest. She stared at Meng Yuannian obsessively, not even noticing when the doctor left.

"Mengruo? Mengruo?" Mo Qingxian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking? You're all fascinated."

"No, it's nothing." She lowered her head in a panic, pointed to the soup on the bedside table to hide her anxiety, and said, "Soup, the soup is going to be cold."

After hearing this, Mo Qingxian quickly poured out half a bowl, stirred it with the spoon and sat beside Meng Yuannian's bed: "A Yuan, have some soup, it's made by Mengruo's mother herself, it's delicious. "

"Well, I'll do it myself."

"Don't move, I'll feed you, the doctor said you can't move too much now." Mo Qingxian dodged his outstretched hand, and handed over the spoon containing the soup. Meng Yuannian took a sip without forcing his head down. drink up.The slightly hot soup instantly melted in the mouth, sweeping the entire taste buds, he suddenly laughed and raised his head and said to Mo Qingxian, "Why is it a bit bitter?"

"Really?" Mo Qingxian took a sip from the bowl as he spoke, and the delicious taste exploded. He looked at Meng Yuannian's narrow eyes, and gave him a hard look, but his hands kept moving. The spoon passed over: "You just know how to tease me."

"I didn't tease you." Meng Yuannian licked his lower lip, leaned on the pillow, and said slowly: "I just suddenly remembered that one day you suddenly said that you wanted to eat chicken legs." He paused and continued: " This chicken soup is delicious, but I can't drink it because my mouth is so bitter, you can drink it."

"You lied to me again." Mo Qingxian stared at him with tears in his eyes, "You have slept for so long, why can't you drink?"

"I'm not going to lie to you. Isn't it the same for all patients? When you had typhoid fever, you said there was no taste in your mouth."

"That's different. Back then it was because there was no food."

"If you don't believe me, ask Mengruo, are all patients like this?" Meng Yuannian turned his head to look at Lu Mengruo who was standing aside, when he was suddenly named Lu Ruomeng was a little dazed, staring blankly at Meng Yuannian wondering What.

Meng Yuannian smiled, he had a pretty face, this smile was like a large pink rose flower suddenly blooming on the glacier, bright and clear, breathtaking.

Lu Mengruo suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Meng Yuannian that night. He was pale, covered in blood, and lay so fragile on Mo Qingxian's lap.His eyes were closed tightly and he was as beautiful as a porcelain doll. Under the starlight that night, his clear and stern eyebrows were as clean as an angel who fell from the sky, holy, beautiful and inviolable, yet extremely poignant and enchanting.

Looking through the car window, the first thing she saw was not Mo Qingxian who was screaming, but Meng Yuannian's flirtatious and bloody face.