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The person who came to visit was still of the opposite sex, so he couldn't continue to wipe his body in front of her.The nurse quickly packed up the things and gestured for me to go out and wait. I nodded.

Ding Xiaorui brought flowers and fruit baskets, which are standard equipment for visiting patients.Today she is dressed elegantly and solemnly, which complements her fair and beautiful face even more.

Counting this time, I only met her twice, most of the communication last time was at the dining table of Song Cheng's house, to provoke Song Cheng and me overtly and secretly.

I have no ill feeling for this young girl, because the relationship would have been crushed without her having to trip over it.

Her arrival was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise.Ding Xiaorui sat down by the bed, asked me about my health in a gentle way, I exchanged some polite greetings, and quickly figured out how to borrow a mobile phone to contact Andre under her nose.

Maybe it's because I slept for too long, my mind was numb, and my reaction speed was extremely slow.Before I could think of an excuse, Ding Xiaorui brought up the matter with a smile: "Mr. Xu, you just said that you want to listen to music, so use my mobile phone."

"Lend it to me and use it, I will do it myself."

I quickly responded and gave her a grateful smile.It was a bit difficult to lie on my back, Ding Xiaorui skillfully raised the bed so that I could lean half against the hospital bed, and then helped me adjust the hanging needle in the other hand.

"Both my parents work in the hospital, so they know a little bit about this." Meeting my slightly surprised eyes, she explained, "I'll help you adjust if you feel uncomfortable."

"Very good, thank you." I said, "Miss Ding is really excellent."

"No matter how good you are, you have to return to the family." She lowered her head, "For a woman, the most important thing is to care for her husband and raise her children."

I figured out her tone, it seemed that she was unwilling to give up her career to take care of her husband like Song Cheng's mother said.Therefore, when answering the question, I took care: "Forming a family is a personal choice, not a task that must be completed. What is most important should be decided by yourself."

"You can't tell." Ding Xiaorui smiled mockingly, "Most people live in modern society, and some places are still thousands of years ago. It's meaningless to talk about it. I'm here today to thank you."

"Thank me?" I blinked, feeling dazed, "I thought you hated me, after all if I didn't show up, you and Song Cheng should be a couple."

Her expression was light: "Who said I want to marry Song Cheng?"

I was stunned for a while: "But you behaved that day..."

"The teacher dotes on his son the most. He thinks that allowing me to marry him is because he values ​​me. He specially called me here. I don't do anything. Doesn't it seem that I don't care? It's just to cooperate with her to play a play for you. You have a sense of crisis and satisfy her mood."

Ding Xiaorui brushed up the broken hair beside her ears, and looked far away: "Dancing is my life. Thanks to your appearance, I avoided the life of a housewife. I thank you before it's too late."

It was the first time I heard someone dislike Song Cheng so bluntly, and I couldn't help being a little surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Why don't you like him?"

Regardless of the past between me and him, at least in the eyes of outsiders, Song Cheng is extremely outstanding in all aspects, almost perfect in terms of family background, appearance, personality and ability.

She looked at me strangely: "Why do I like it? What will happen to my career after I get married? Besides, my conditions are not bad. It's not that I can't find a boyfriend. Why should I give up my personal pursuit for a man? Take me up."

I was dumbfounded for a moment, and felt that my question was stupid—it was the same reason why I insisted on leaving Song City.

"Of course, it's not only because I can't get along with him, but also because he obviously only likes you, and I don't want to be a bad guy." Ding Xiaorui suddenly found that what he said was ambiguous, and quickly corrected it, "It's surprising that he treats you so seriously. Parents, you two will surely be happy."

I looked down and glanced at my immobile legs lying on the hospital bed, and I admired her for being able to say this.

I can't blame me for thinking of her as the Queen Mother of the West, it's because her appearance that day was so deceptive.Originally, I thought Ding Xiaorui was the one who wanted me to leave the most, but after hearing her statement just now, she turned out to be the one who encouraged me and Song Cheng to continue to develop.

All the plans I had originally conceived fell through, and it seemed impossible for her to take the initiative to help me leave.

"By the way, what song does Mr. Xu want to listen to?" Seeing me caressing the phone unconsciously, she thoughtfully changed the topic, "Do you want me to help you search?"

In fact, it's useless to get a mobile phone. My brain is broken, and I can't distinguish the handwriting, and it's all a group of lines of unknown meaning that fall into my eyes.Thinking of this, I handed the phone back to her: "Don't rush to listen to the music, I want to ask Miss Ding to do something."

Her demeanor is still gentle: "You say, I will not refuse if I can help."

"My brother was sick, and I was hospitalized because I panicked and fell down the stairs when I went back."

The reason for the fracture was indeed an accident. With Song Cheng's meticulous and prudent personality, he would never tell outsiders about the quarrel before he fell from the building, so he had no pressure to lie to Ding Xiaorui: "He will have an operation soon, although Song Cheng will take care of it for me." , but I don’t feel relieved if I don’t see it with my own eyes, but I can’t accompany him into the operating room right now.”

Seeing that she didn't have any doubts on her face, I paused: "Song Cheng was afraid that I would be worried, so he didn't say anything about the specific situation. He reported good news but not bad ones. It's easy to think wildly when lying down all day. I feel uncomfortable, and I want to call him quietly."

After Ding Xiaorui listened, he smiled gently: "It's not difficult. Mr. Xu, you are so kind to your brother."

I didn't dare to look into her sincere eyes, and said softly, "Miss Ding, please."

She called the number I gave, which I set up for Andre when he first returned to China, and has been using this number to communicate with each other since then, hoping that he did not abandon it.

The phone was picked up almost as soon as the call was made, and Andre's voice came, with a tone of disbelief: "Brother? Is it really you?"

I glanced at Ding Xiaorui, who was sitting by the side. I was afraid that he would be suspicious if he said something wrong in agitation, so I sped up a series of words: "It's me. How is your health? Is the operation going well? It's not that my brother didn't go to see you, I suffer I'm injured a little, and it's not convenient to move around, so I'm staying here with your brother Song. Don't worry."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and I waited patiently, believing that he could understand the implication of this passage.

Andre regained his composure, and took over the conversation with a decent face: "The operation was successful, and the doctor asked me to rest more. Is my brother healthy? Mom made a lot of snacks and wanted to send some to you and Brother Song. Where are you?" a hospital?"

The ward was extremely quiet, and Ding Xiaorui could hear his voice clearly.I don't know where this is, but I naturally look at her.

"Jincheng [-] Hospital." Ding Xiaorui did not doubt him, and also said the specific location of the ward, "Send it to the nurse's duty room downstairs and sign for it."

My palms were slightly sweating, and I repeated her words. Andre pondered for a while: "There are a lot of things to pack, and it will take about 20 days to arrive."

"It's been too long." I understood his hint and pursed my lips, "Can you hurry up?"

He said: "Brother, you don't understand how troublesome this matter is. Don't be so willful at the beginning, just stay by my side? You can eat whenever you want."

"……sorry."

"You have to leave me a contact. Is this number available?"

I replied dryly: "No, this is borrowing a friend's mobile phone."

"Use my mobile phone number, it's okay." Ding Xiaorui was kept in the dark, thinking that we were discussing to send something over, and said softly, "I'll come and tell you when the time comes."

The consequences of sneaking away and offending Song Cheng are simply unimaginable.

It's my cunning way to contact Andre with other people's mobile phone, not Ding Xiaorui's intentional help, as long as she kills me without knowing it, Song Cheng can't get angry.

When Andre heard her words, his voice was lowered, with a dangerous sense of delusion: "He is so enthusiastic, brother, don't be too polite. When is it, I remember a saying, help to the end, send the Buddha to the West .”

It hurts my conscience to drag unconnected young girls into this mess.

"This sentence is not used in this way." I gritted my teeth and said with difficulty, "Is there no other way?"

I heard his helpless sigh and light footsteps, as if he was pacing back and forth to think about it. After a while, he said with a hint of grievance in his tone: "Brother, you really gave me a problem. Forget it, I will arrange it. Who told you to do it?" Is it my brother?"

Afraid that if I said too much and people would find it abnormal, I hung up hastily and returned the phone to Ding Xiaorui.She took it in surprise: "Don't talk for a while? Don't be so restrained."

It was rare to concentrate on the conversation for such a long time, coupled with anxiety, I started to feel a little dizzy while talking to her, and my face took on a somewhat sleepy look.Seeing Ding Xiaorui, he carefully laid the hospital bed flat so that I could rest, and after a few instructions, he got up and left.

The nurse came in and continued to work, wiping the cold skin with a hot towel over the long-term infusion.I just felt exhausted, couldn't hold on for a second, closed my eyes and fell into a coma.

Half-dream and half-awake, I noticed that someone was massaging my arm muscles very patiently. The fingertips were dry and the force was soothing.

A few days ago, I had a fever and couldn't eat. I had received too many nutritional injections, and my arms were full of pinholes. After being massaged by him, my blood vessels became active and I felt much more comfortable.

I often hear people say that the more you sleep, the more tired you are. As expected, you will feel more tired lying on the hospital bed.My eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them, and I seemed to have had several dreams. I don't know how long it took, but I could realize that he had been helping me massage.

It feels familiar, and it's the same as the previous few times, carefully, so as not to wake me up.I thought to myself that the nurse was really conscientious, and I must thank him if I find an opportunity.

When he was about to fall asleep again, he wrapped his hands around my knees and massaged them.When the touch came, my whole body shook, and I almost opened my eyes suddenly, but I held back abruptly, pretending I didn't know it.

It's useless, it's too late.

The bottom of my heart was sore, as if being cut back and forth by a blunt knife, the blood was bloody.A drop of tear slid down the corner of the eye, silently soaking the pillow beside the ear.

He has a long scar on the palm, in the same place as mine.