Flash marriage does not end well

Around nine o'clock in the evening is Wen Yang's bedtime. The omega nurse sister named Xiao Wei came to check the room. Before leaving, she left a large box of chocolates for Wen Yang, wishing him a happy birthday.After Lin Qian took Wen Yang to wash, he turned off the light and lay down on the accompanying bed.

After a while, the sound of the child's long and thin breathing came from beside him. Lin Qian closed her eyes and brewed for a long time to fall asleep, but was disturbed by the frequent knocking of the windows.

It's too windy outside.

Lin Qian took out the phone from under the pillow, adjusted the brightness of the screen to the lowest level, clicked on the weather forecast and looked at it, and there was a striking strong wind warning, which would not stop until midnight.

Fortunately, tomorrow will be a nice sunny day. He has already discussed with Han Dongwen Yang. Tomorrow, he will go to the park near the hospital for a walk. Hearing from the nurse Xiaowei, there is a large piece of camellia in that park that is still in flowering stage. It is worth visiting. .When I came back, I cut the cake in the ward, gave two pieces to Dr. Wei and the nurse who took good care of me this week, and then I was discharged home.

The surroundings were pitch black, only the light from the corridor outside the ward came in through the crack of the door. Although the brightness of the screen had been adjusted, it was still a bit dazzling. Lin Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and swipe his fingers aimlessly.

The social software that he occasionally opened to check sent him a local hot topic, and was about to swipe over, but was attracted by the familiar environment in the picture.

It was the gallery of the day.

Filters were added to the picture, making it even more dreamy and gorgeous. Lin Qian swiped across the other three photos one by one. They were the finale painting by Mr. Han, a profile portrait of a man, and a selfie with half of his face covered. .

He recognized this blogger from the eyebrows and eyes in this selfie, it should be the omega who had coffee with Wen Zhihan that day, and his name is Song Lin.

I clicked on the comments, and the first few were all gossiping about men without exception.Because the face was not photographed, some people thought that the photo was taken by Song Lin himself, but they were quickly refuted. From the body proportions to the clothing accessories, they were different from Song Lin himself, and Song Lin did not come out. certified.

This post was posted yesterday. The fact that the sideways man is Wen Zhihan has long been picked up. The latest repost is that someone discovered a new blind spot, saying that the watches worn by Wen Zhihan and Song Lin are couples. payment.

Lin Qian couldn't sleep, so she zoomed in on the picture, wrote down the blurred English letters on the dial one by one, and searched in the shopping software. It was indeed the same style in different colors, and it couldn't be said to be a couple's style.

But it's also enough to make people think.

Lin Qian breathed out inexplicably, locked the screen at once, threw away the phone, raised his arm and rubbed his sore eyes with the back of his hand, entwined with countless complicated emotions.

In the afternoon, when I told Han Dong that Wen Zhihan couldn't come to celebrate Wen Yang's birthday due to work, Han Dong wasn't surprised, but he saw that something was wrong, so he asked, "I just mentioned it casually, and I didn't really mean it. Why do you look disappointed when you expect him to come?"

At that time, Lin Qian opened his mouth to retort anxiously, but it seemed that no matter how he defended, it seemed strange. He was silent for a while, and his tone was full of frustration: "I don't know, I seem to easily have expectations of him."

"Let Dr. Wei prescribe some medicine for you. This is a disease that needs to be cured."

Han Dong naturally revealed this topic after the joke, but now he couldn't help but bring it up by himself.

Why in the end?

Lin Qian turned over on the bed, facing the blank wall.

He thought it might be because the most incredible and dream-like experiences in his life so far were all given by Wen Zhihan. The subconscious mind of his body is still stuck in a very strong inertial effect, so it is difficult to get rid of it easily.

More than an hour later, Lin Qian was still half asleep, unable to sleep well, so he just tiptoed up and wanted to go to the small supermarket in front of the hospital to buy some milk to see if it would help him sleep.

He didn't change into his pajamas, but put on a large down jacket, put on a mask, went downstairs, and greeted Xiaowei who was dozing off in the duty room.

Xiaowei moved his sore neck, waved his hand at him, and said as if remembering something, "Did Mr. Wen go up to find you?"

Lin Qian didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"Didn't you go?" Xiaowei couldn't help scratching his hair, "I just went out to buy a late-night snack and ran into him at the door, thinking he was coming up to look for you and Wen Yang, but I told him that you were already asleep, Maybe I have to send a message first to ask—did he not go up?"

Lin Qian shook her head, took out her phone to check, and there was indeed no new news.

Xiao Wei thought for a while, and then said, "Maybe he has already left, it's quite late."

Lin Qian couldn't help but glanced at the hospital door, but he was still too far away, and could barely see the hospital door. It was dark outside, and there was still the faint sound of the wind.

"Yes, the wind is too strong."

Lin Qianlong took off his coat and went out. As soon as he went out, he was blown all over his face by the wind, and his loose pajama pants were blown tightly to his legs.After going down two steps with difficulty, he retreated a bit.

If not, go back and get some water to drink.

Just as he was about to turn around, a car hidden in the night not far away suddenly flashed a few times, then moved slowly, turned a corner, stopped at the bottom of the steps, and lowered the window suddenly.

"Lin Qian."

Wen Zhihan's face appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

Lin Qian was taken aback for a moment, as if he was hallucinating, and then came to his senses, jumped down the steps in two steps, and stood in front of the car window: "Why are you still in the hospital so late?"

Wen Zhihan didn't answer him, and then Lin Qian heard a crisp "click", and the car door opened.

"Come up first."

Lin Qian hesitated for a moment and got into the car, but when the gray striped cotton mop he bought for 30 yuan stepped on the leather floor mat of the passenger driver, he felt a little guilty. He stole a glance at Wen Zhihan, only to find that he was also looking at him. His eyes slid across his whole body, and finally fell on his bare heels, and the brows frowned unconsciously.

"Why don't you wear socks when you come out? It's still winter, do you still need your feet?"

Lin Qian adjusted her tone: "...I'll come out to buy a bottle of milk, at the door, soon—what do you want to do?"

Wen Zhihan's brows were still furrowed, as if by magic, he found a blanket from somewhere and threw it over, saying, "I bought something for Wen Yang."

"For Wen Yang? Didn't you buy a gift in the morning?"

Lin Qian thought Assistant Qin would send it over tomorrow.

Wen Zhihan didn't look at him, and was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to organize his words. After a while, he said, "Wen Yang is nine years old this year. I was away for the first eight years. I want to give him all the presents. Interest, a total of ten gifts, in the trunk and back seat."

"Ten??"

Lin Qian looked at the back seat of the car, and sure enough there were five or six packing boxes neatly stacked, and the rest should be in the trunk.

"It was almost time for dinner after I finished shopping, but I encountered traffic control on the way back, and I walked around for a long time. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at your window and the lights were turned off, so I didn't go up."

"...Then you have been waiting here?"

Lin Qian remembered what Xiaowei meant just now, Wen Zhihan should have waited for a while.

He looked sideways, and his eyes happened to fall on the dial on Wen Zhihan's wrist. He paused, feeling a little annoyed for some reason, sat up, and said in a slightly anxious tone, "You don't know how to send me a WeChat message? WeChat has been added. What are you doing? If you don’t post it, just delete it.”

Wen Zhihan paused, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "I'm afraid you are all asleep, I'm going to think of other ways by myself."

"...Then have you thought about it?"

"No—" Wen Zhihan glanced over, "It's always been difficult for me to do anything good for you."

"..."

Lin Qian stabilized his emotions, raised his fingers and rubbed his temples for a while, and let out a breath slowly.

"It won't matter if you send a WeChat and try it. If I fall asleep, I won't disturb me. I'm as good as you are. Since I can't think of a good way, why don't you hurry back and send it over tomorrow? It's the same... "He paused suddenly while talking, and grinned, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you are going on a business trip tomorrow, so Assistant Qin can send it over..."

"Lin Qian."

Wen Zhihan interrupted him, hesitated to speak, folded his hands, and tapped his right index finger one by one, silently.

The car was quiet for a few seconds, only the ups and downs of the breathing of the two of them.

"I've postponed tomorrow's work—" Wen Zhihan paused with his index finger, his head still not raised, and said slowly, "Can I still come over to celebrate Wen Yang's birthday?"

Lin Qian's bunch of words were easily broken up by him, and he was in a trance for a moment, a subtle feeling of déjà vu spread all over his body, and he couldn't help looking up at Wen Zhihan.

He remembered the time Mr. Han organized Lichun outing to sketch many years ago, the grass was growing and the hawks were flying, and the sun was shining on the swaying lake, sparkling.At the end, the class committee organized a group photo, and Wen Zhihan came to pick up Teacher Han. He arrived a little early, and the sound of playing and laughing stopped instantly, and everyone became extremely reserved.

Someone suggested that Wen Zhihan also take a group photo. He looked at his mother and nodded in agreement.

Lin Qian stood at the edge of the penultimate row on the west side of the queue, which was a relatively far diagonal line from Wen Zhihan, but Wen Zhihan walked straight over while everyone was watching.

Lin Qian's back was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help being nervous, and then he heard someone ask: "Student, can I stand by your side?"

It wasn't until people around him couldn't hold back the laughter that he came back to his senses, nodded in confusion, and shrank to the side. From that moment on, his eyes never dared to move around, and he kept staring at the distant camera.

As for Wen Zhihan's words, it seemed to have magical powers, and it played repeatedly in his ears many, many times.

It has been several months since the first time he worked as a model for them in the studio, and I have learned a lot of unusual things about Wen Zhihan from him intermittently. The price of the students can be compared.

But that day, Lin Qian's brain was hot and his eyes were dizzy, and he was drunk by the spring breeze.

There is no arrogance beyond reproach, no identity hanging over the sky.

There is only infinite gentleness, and the spring water reflects the pear blossoms.

"Wen Yang will be discharged from the hospital at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you can come whenever you want."

Lin Qian opened the car door as he spoke, and got out of the car with a slight stagger. He could feel Wen Zhihan subconsciously stretching out his hand behind him, as if to help him, but he didn't look back.

The wind outside the car is still strong, playing with the canopy of the camphor trees that have not yet fallen leaves on the roadside, making rhythmic rustling sounds.

He couldn't sleep well all night, and now he was finally a little sleepy.Lin Qian raised his head a little, let the dry wind blow on his skin, and tried to wake himself up a little.