My Professor Shen

As soon as Jiang Ling left, Shen Yuan came back after shopping.

"Miss, this is the porridge I just went downstairs to buy. It has been waiting in a long line." Shen Yuan smiled, set up a small table on Shen Qingchuan's lap, and held a stack of porridge in his hand. The plastic boxes were lined up one by one, and the sealed lids were lifted.

Shrimp and corn kernels, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of vegetable porridge with floating green leaves, the proprietress of the restaurant told Shen Yuan with a smile that this is the most popular nutrition set meal they sell, and the bright color combination is very easy to stimulate the appetite of patients. The rich aroma rushed into Shen Qingchuan's nostrils.

The bright green onions on the corn kernels, the shiny cabbage, Shen Qingchuan's empty stomach began to regurgitate uncontrollably. She took a spoonful of the most ordinary-looking vegetable porridge carefully.

The taste was wrong, Shen Qingchuan's tongue froze, and just as he was about to spit it out, he met Shen Yuan's earnest eyes, and a mouthful of salty porridge stuck in his throat.

"Little uncle, does Shen Li know about this?" Shen Qingchuan wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, his eyes glanced at the hidden camera as if unintentionally.

Shen Yuan thought for a while and said: "If you didn't take the initiative to tell Miss, the master probably wouldn't know about it."

While talking, he took Shen Qingchuan's used tissue and threw it into the trash can.

Shen Yuan was the only person notified by the hospital about the car accident.First of all, it is impossible for her to take the initiative to contact Shen Li, even if she wants to, she has no contact information.

His waist was a little tired from sitting for too long, Shen Qingchuan propped one hand on the table, and with the other hand slowly stirred the porridge that he only took a bite of.

"Then has anyone else come in besides you during this period of time?" Shen Qingchuan asked, Shen Yuan has been guarding the door, there should be no one who can sneak in under his nose.

"Except for Miss's friends, no one has been here." Shen Yuan seriously recalled the details, even passing by.

Mentioning Jiang Ling made Shen Qingchuan even hungrier. She missed the jujube porridge that Jiang Ling cooked for her for the first time, it was sweet and glutinous.

"Who sent that fruit basket?" Shen Qingchuan frowned and asked in confusion.

Shen Yuan followed her gaze and looked over, there were not only a few fruit baskets on the table in the corner, but also a few bouquets of flowers in full bloom, they were piled to the brim, why didn't he notice it just now.

He went forward, fiddled with the gorgeous bouquet, and picked up a greeting card from the cracks. It clearly said "all doctors and nurses wish you a speedy recovery!", with standard square fonts, which seemed to be a unified printing system.

"Miss, the hospital should have put these in the ward in advance." Shen Yuan handed the greeting card in his hand to Shen Qingchuan, and then said, "Do you need me to clear them out?"

"No, let's put it there." Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyes, don't startle the snake first.

"Miss, why don't you eat it? Is it not to your liking?" Shen Yuan looked at the dishes on the table that could be said to be motionless, and asked with concern.

"No, it's because I just woke up and have no appetite." Shen Qingchuan explained embarrassingly, afraid of hurting Shen Yuan's good intentions.

"Buzz buzz~" The phone rang, and the caller ID showed "Jiang Ling", she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to Shen Yuan who was beside her.

Shen Yuan nodded slightly, walked out of the ward and guarded the door.

"Sister." Through a mobile phone, whether it was Shen Qingchuan's illusion, Jiang Ling's voice was more magnetic than usual.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qingchuan asked gently, a smile crept into the corner of her eyes.

"Where did you put the cat food?" There was a rustling noise from the other end of the phone, and Jiang Ling's voice flickered from far away to near.

"Look at the cubicle under the stairs." Shen Qingchuan reminded her.

Following Shen Qingchuan's instructions, Jiang Ling came to the stairs step by step, opened the door of the cubicle, and the cat food and toys of Shen Bao's family were placed outside.

She bent down and dragged out the storage box containing cat food, and another transparent box that was covered behind came into view.She glanced at the contents inside. A blue Stitch was pressed tightly against the box wall, and his chubby head was already deformed.

Jiang Ling froze for a moment, and an old event suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Which family are you from, why are you hiding here and crying?" Shen Qingchuan was the protagonist of tonight's birthday party. All the guests were greeting each other in the front hall. She came out to breathe while no one was paying attention. But I saw the child crying quietly beside the big tree in the backyard.The hem of the tutu skirt was covered with mud, and snot and tears were all over his face.

Six-year-old Xiao Jiangling raised her head upon hearing the sound, and a beautiful older sister came into her eyes. The older sister was wearing an elegant little dress, her hair tied up to reveal her white swan neck.The eldest sister wiped her small face like a small cat lovingly, she was so stunned that she even forgot to cry.

She followed her eldest sister to her bedroom, watching her busy looking through the cloakroom for a long time.

"This is my childhood clothes, you should be able to wear them, kid." Shen Qingchuan put the clothes in front of her and compared them, the size was about the right size.

She, who had never been cared about by strangers, was at a loss for a while, her small mouth was shrunk and she was about to cry again.

Shen Qingchuan quickly tore open a piece of candy wrapping paper, and when the child opened his mouth and was about to cry, he stuffed the sweet fruit candy into it.

She hugged the child in her arms, patted her on the back softly, and coaxed softly: "When you are sad, eat some sweet candy and you will be fine."

"Really?" Jiang Ling hiccupped.The child was thin-skinned and blushed belatedly.

"Really!" Shen Qingchuan nodded decisively, "Shall I give this to you?"

She handed the child a jar of candy. The transparent glass jar was filled to the brim, and the colorful wrappers shone brighter under the light.

"But mom said you can't take other people's things." Xiao Jiangling licked her lips. She had a strict family education and never ate so much candy since she was a child.

Shen Qingchuan laughed out loud when he saw the child's appearance of wanting but being entangled in politeness.

"I'll exchange it with you!" Xiao Jiangling opened the small pink schoolbag, took out a favorite blue Stitch and handed it to Shen Qingchuan.She stared at Shen Qingchuan with piercing eyes, and there were still small pearls hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, then this is our little secret." Shen Qingchuan put the candy jar into the child's pink schoolbag.

"Hmm!" The child laughed foolishly, completely forgetting that he was still crying just now.

Children's emotions come and go quickly.

Shen Qingchuan waited for a while but didn't hear Jiang Ling's movement, so he called her: "Jiang Ling, have you found it?"

Jiang Ling came back to her senses, and said calmly, "Sister, I saw you have Stitch here, and you actually like this." She took Stitch out, dusted off the thin dust on his face, Even the deformed face can't be rubbed back.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is there any? Why don't I remember." There were a lot of sundries from the old house piled up in the cubicle, which she might have found useful at the time, but now she hardly goes through it much. thing.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Ling said: "No, I was wrong." Then put Stitch back to his original position.

Up to now, Shen Bao's family hadn't eaten for almost two days. Meowing hungry, they kept circling around Jiang Ling's feet, anxiously pulling at her trousers.

"Sister, I'll feed it first, and we'll talk when I'm free." Jiang Ling hung up the phone before Shen Qingchuan could respond.

Shen Qingchuan listened to the busy tone of "beep beep" coming from the mobile phone, and was a little surprised that he didn't react. Why did she feel that Jiang Ling seemed a little angry.

Since the next day was the first game of the school's 28-to-[-] basketball game, even though it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Jiang Ling came out of Shen Qingchuan's house, she hurried back to school to participate in training.

The teammate wearing the No. [-] jersey held the basketball with both hands, and raised his arms to his chest to exert force. The basketball instantly escaped from her control and flew towards Jiang Ling in a small arc.

"Be careful!" Seeing that the basketball had flown to less than one meter away, but Jiang Ling still didn't respond, the teammate next to her suddenly stretched out a hand to stop the basketball, and her palm was flushed red.

Jiang Ling came to her senses belatedly, touched the shoulders of her teammate next to her, and thanked her: "Thank you."

"Hey, what's the matter with you today, you are absent-minded, this is not your level." The teammate who helped her block the ball was a head shorter than her, and had to look up at her when chatting with Jiang Ling.

"It's okay, I didn't have a good rest last night, and I was a little dizzy." Jiang Ling handed her a bottle of ice water, and she unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it in one gulp. Part of the water flowed down her jaw and neck into the collar, confused With bean-sized sweat, a pool of water stains bloomed on the jersey.

"Then why don't you stop training tonight?" The teammate patted her on the back carelessly and stopped the training for her.

The students of the Academy of Art often don't stay at school, some are sketching in the field, some are doing internships, like herself, they are usually skipping classes, and there are very few opportunities to get together like this today.

And tomorrow is the first knockout match. The girls' team from the School of Art will draw against the School of Civil Engineering.According to the game situation over the years, although the odds of winning are very high, they should not take it lightly for those who lack teammates.

She made an appointment with her sister to watch the final at the end of the month. It would be a shame if she was eliminated in the first match.

"No, you guys continue first, I'll come after I take a break." Jiang Ling said softly.

"Okay, pay more attention to yourself." The teammate put down the empty bottle, got up and greeted the rest of the rest.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, and put the sweat towel on her shoulders.It was impossible for Shen Qingchuan to take the initiative, she might not even know that she was angry.

[Sister, what are you doing? 】Jiang Ling thinks this is a bad opening.

Shen Qingchuan on the other side saw the news, smiled, and the almost negligible discomfort in his heart disappeared.

Taking advantage of the bright sunshine at noon, Shen Yuan insisted on holding the quilt from the hospital and drying it on the balcony of the room. Shen Qingchuan didn't understand how a big man like him looked like a worried mother and aunt.

[The little uncle helped me dry the quilt at noon, and now I feel covered in the sun. 】Isn't one of the most wonderful things in summer is to blow the air conditioner under the quilt.

Jiang Ling picked her fingers, turned on the front camera of the mobile phone, smiled big at the camera, and then sent the photo she just took, her ears were filled with scarlet.

Shen Qingchuan clicked on the photo of the child, and under the side lighting, Jiang Ling's outline became clearer. He was probably playing basketball at the moment, with a blue and white hair band on his forehead, his cheeks were healthy flush, and the tip of his nose was wet. There were little drops of sweat, and there seemed to be a heavy breath between the neck.

The youthful smile hit her heart hard.

[Then I smile and show it to my sister, won't it be warmer? 】

【meeting. 】