Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the early morning, the gloomy sky is clustered with dark clouds, and the sky is gray.

The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows have been carefully opened by the nurses who made the rounds, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see a large area of ​​green grass and benches on the ground.

Chen Qi on the hospital bed was carrying a messenger bag, sitting on the hospital bed, looking up at the easel in front of the French windows.

On the easel is an oil painting that was just painted a few days ago. Under the bright light, the brush strokes are delicate and gentle, and the smudged colors are extraordinarily quiet.

Chen Qi got up, reached out and took the lighter that Yang Kang used to light candles for his grandfather yesterday on the bedside table, and walked to the easel with his legs up.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, it was Yang Kang washing up.

The young man in front of the easel raised his eyes, stretched out his hand to press the clip holding the oil painting, and held the painting in his hand, as if thinking of something, he looked back at the neatly arranged paint boxes on the table.

After a while, the young man seemed to sigh, and slowly let go of the oil painting on the drawing board. With the other hand, he opened the cross-body bag and put the lighter in the cross-body bag.

Half an hour later, the two nurses opened the door of the ward and found that the ward was empty without anyone.

The people in the ward should have gone to the front desk early in the morning to complete the discharge procedures, and they have already left.

The younger nurse looked around the ward, and said with a bit of regret: "I heard that Mr. Yan arranged this ward personally. I thought Mr. Chen would spend some time here to recuperate."

After all, the huge ward doesn't look like a ward nowadays, but it is arranged like a normal living room, with other things added intermittently.

The older nurse sighed in her heart, remembering the man she met at the door of the ward early this morning, and said nothing.

It is impossible for Mr. Yan to know how many days Mr. Chen will stay. He even knows exactly what time the man in the ward goes to bed. However, even if he knows that the young man will only stay for a few days, he is still afraid that the young man will stay for a few days. Uncomfortable, just keep arranging.

The entire ward has been tidied up by the young man, it is clean and tidy, as if no one has ever been there.

The older nurse looked up and found a completed oil painting on the drawing board of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The foggy light shines softly on the delicate and gentle oil paintings through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the easel were opened for ventilation.

The cool morning breeze blew the drawing paper from the opening, the young man just clamped the clip on the drawing board, the drawing paper floated gently in the gray light, and then slowly fell down.

The nurse's eyes widened and she paused. She walked quickly to the box containing the paint, reached out and looked through it, but found no leftover letter.

The young man left, leaving only an oil painting and nothing else.

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Outside Yanhuan's ward, Zhao Shi silently looked at the snow-white walls in the corridor, frowned, and whispered to Liang Zhi, "What the hell did this happen?"

Liang Zhi also looked haggard, and said tiredly: "President Yan stayed in the ward on the second floor for a whole night last night."

Zhao Shi frowned even tighter and said, "For Zhou Lu?"

Liang Zhi smiled wryly and said, "For Zhou Lu's sake..."

Zhao Shi was stunned for a moment, listening to Liang Zhi briefly explaining the ins and outs to him.

A few minutes later, Zhao Shi pushed open the door of the ward with a complicated expression, looked at the man with his eyes closed on the bed, as if he was afraid of irritating the man, he tentatively said: "Ah Huan, you haven't gone far yet."

"Do you want to go after him?"

The man leaning on the head of the hospital bed had his eyes closed, a few strands of hair hung from his deep browbones, his lips were pale and chapped, and the back of his hand that was laid on the quilt was covered with scabs.

Yan Huan's throat moved slightly, without opening her eyes, she said slowly and hoarsely: "The nurse said that he didn't move the paint at all."

His voice was slow and soft, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

But some things have already been broken, as early as in the previous life, they have been broken into a mess.

Zhao Shi racked his brains, suddenly seemed to think of what Liang Zhi told him outside the door, and said with some certainty: "Didn't the nurse say that the boy left you a painting?"

The man moved his lips subconsciously a few times, and slowly opened his eyes. His pale face was a little dazed, and he seemed to be in disbelief as he murmured, "Leaving it for me? Painting?"

Seeing the stiff man on the hospital bed move, Zhao Shi knew it was working, and continued to say with certainty: "You think that boy wouldn't leave a picture for you for no reason, would he?"

Yan Huan was startled, thinking of the empty studio in Yan's house in his previous life, he searched the studio like crazy, but couldn't find any of Chen Qi's paintings.

They were all burned by Chen Qi before he left, not a single painting was left to him.

It must have been extremely disheartened to burn all the paintings.

He grabbed the quilt tightly and murmured: "Yes, Chen Qi won't leave me to paint for no reason..."

Zhao Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and he tentatively said: "Ah Huan, you see, let's take a rest first, then recover our energy, and then ask that boy."

"Can you see it?"

Yan Huan clutched the quilt tightly and repeated nervously: "But Qin Heng..."

After mumbling several times, the man's chest suddenly heaved several times, and he said in a daze, "Yes... I have to ask him..."

Seeing Yan Huan on the hospital bed gradually stabilized, Liang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

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In the afternoon at the flower shop, because of the rain, there was basically no business in the flower shop. Chen Qi was wearing an apron, sitting quietly on the front desk with his chin propped up, watching the heavy rain outside.

Seeing the pattering raindrops crawling all over the glass door of the flower shop, Chen Qi thought of the painting left in the ward, and felt a little guilty.

Although the paint box was a custom-made box, he couldn't guess what brand it was, but based on his experience in his previous life, he was sure that the paint must not be cheap.

Thinking of this, Chen Qi was a little worried, Yan Huan had nothing to do with him in this life, he had spent so much paint in vain, he was inevitably very guilty.

Before leaving Yanhuan in his previous life, Chen Qi also felt very guilty. At that time, he was surprised by counting the paintings from the past.

When Chen Qi was about to leave in his previous life, the more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty. He was afraid that Yan Huan would really settle accounts with him, so he quietly found a place where no one was around, burned all the paintings, and then cleaned up with peace of mind. The burden ran to a remote and backward hospital in the south.

But he lived in the ward for a few days in his life, and he could know exactly how much paint he rubbed on for nothing as long as he paid attention a few times, so Chen Xi could only leave the painting in the ward with a guilty conscience.

I dare not burn the corpses and destroy the traces.

The right should be used as the paint fee.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind chimes that touched the doorknob kept shaking and jingling.

Chen Qi looked up at the time, guessed that it was almost time to get off work, and a message from the store manager popped up on his mobile phone WeChat, telling him that he could close the door early and get off work, and the person taking over at night asked for leave and could not come.

After Chen Qi came back, he packed up the things in the flower shop, took an umbrella, bent over and rolled up his trousers, and prepared to bring in some things from outside.

He was holding an umbrella and walked to the glass door. Just as he put his hand on the glass handle, he suddenly heard the sound of wind chimes colliding more violently. He raised his head and was stunned.

In front of the glass door, a man in a black shirt was holding an umbrella, his hair was wet, his shirt was also splashed by the rain, and he was opening the glass door with one hand.

The wind and rain blew the surface of the umbrella slightly shaking, the man's peach blossom eyes lost the smile, his face was pale, he stood outside the glass door holding the umbrella, and only opened one way.

Chen Qi hesitated and said, "Senior?"

Qin Heng's hand on the glass handle trembled slightly, and the rain fell drop by drop along his fingertips. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Chen Qi."

Chen Qi raised his hand and forcefully opened the glass door, the wind blowing mixed with rain blew his forehead hair, and the mixed raindrops wet his T-shirt bulged by the wind.

Chen Qi raised his head, looked at the man in front of him with a pair of eyes, bent over, and stretched out his hand to pull the stunned Qin Heng in, then closed the door forcefully, blocking the wind and rain outside.

Qin Heng's hand holding the umbrella handle tightened suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the flower shop. Chen Qi reached out to take his umbrella, and said with a smile, "Why are you here, senior?"

Qin Heng's face was a little pale, he lowered his eyes, was silent for a while, and then said softly: "The senior didn't know, so he just came here."

Chen Qi's subordinates stopped and said in astonishment, "He came here?"

Qin Heng also seemed to realize his absurdity only now, raised a hand, stroked his wet hair and said in a low voice, "Mmm."

Chen Qi grabbed the dripping umbrella, looked up at him, and said with a smile after a moment of silence: "Senior, let me wait here for the rain to stop."

Qin Heng lowered his eyes, didn't speak, just stood where he was.

At the same time, in the black car that was driving smoothly all the way, Yan Huan turned his head to look at the rain and fog that kept passing by the car window, and slowly tightened his fingers.

After a long while, he took apart a toffee and slowly put it in his mouth, biting the piece of soft candy nervously with his teeth.

As if to forcibly suppress some emotion.

Liang Zhi was the co-pilot, silent and did not speak.

The rain outside the car window was getting heavier and heavier, and when the black car slowly stopped on the side of the road, there were almost no people on both sides of the road.

Yan Huan got out of the car and sat in a wheelchair. Liang Zhi behind him stood behind him holding an umbrella. The slanting rain wetted the trousers and shirt.

The bean-sized raindrops slammed on the umbrella with a thunderclap. Yan Huan slowly raised his eyes to look at the flower shop not far away, his heart tightened bit by bit, he moved his throat awkwardly, and turned his head towards the beam Zhi said hoarsely, "Give me the umbrella."

Liang Zhi, who was taking out his mobile phone to call Chen Qi, intending to ask Chen Qifang if he was inconvenient, froze for a moment, then silently handed the umbrella to the man.

The driver in the car raised his umbrella and hurried towards Liang Zhi.

Yan Huan pursed her lips firmly, and said hoarsely to Liang Zhi: "Give me the phone, I'll tell him."

"You go back to the car."

Liang Zhi handed the phone to the man, and followed the driver back to the car.

The entire street under heavy rain was empty, leaving only a black car parked quietly on the side of the road and a black man in a wheelchair supporting him not far away.

Yan Huan grasped the handle of the umbrella tightly and lowered his eyes. He remembered what Chen Qi said standing in front of him late that night, and his fingers holding the phone were stiff and cold.

The raindrops on the umbrella continued to drip down, forming intermittent lines and splashing into the puddles on the ground. Yan Huan stopped abruptly in place, not daring to turn the wheelchair and take a step forward.

He listened to the mechanical dialing sound on his mobile phone, his heart beat faster and harder, and the hand holding the wheelchair gradually turned white.

After connecting, Chen Qi's voice came from the other end and said softly: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Holding the phone, Yan Huan said hoarsely, "It's me, Chen Qi."

There was silence on the other end, and there was no sound.

The chest of the man in the wheelchair heaved a few times, his voice was tense like a thread, and he said tremblingly: "I saw the painting you left."

He choked up a few times unconsciously, and then said hoarsely: "Chen Qi, I don't like Zhou Lu."

The rain slammed heavily on the umbrella, the eyes of the man inside the umbrella turned red, and he said incoherently in panic: "You are not him...you are different from him..."

Chen Qi and Zhou Lu are different.

He never thought of them as one person.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, as if about to hang up.

"Don't hang up, I beg you... just please don't hang up..." Yan Huan held the phone tremblingly and arched her back tremblingly and choked up.

"I will be obedient in the future, please don't go away...I'm fucking...I'm fucking..."

The man cried silently and whimpered again and again from his throat, his arched body trembling: "Chen Xi, please don't hang up..."

"beep……"

The other end of the conversation was completely cut off.

The author has something to say: I can guarantee that the rain in this chapter will definitely be heavier than the night when Yiping asked her dad for money hahahahahaha (twist buttocks)

感谢在2021-03-2123:42:25~2021-03-2223:20:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dementia Ah Yao 1;

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