see you when Lin Shen

From reaching out to open the door to walking out of the door, Sang Yunzhi never looked at Lin Lu again.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare, she was afraid of seeing Lin Lu's stubborn and grievance hidden in his weeping face.

The door was opened and then gently closed, and the sound of closing the door came from behind and fell into Sang Yunzhi's ears.

For some reason, I felt a sudden void in my heart.

Sang Yunzhi's nose began to sore belatedly, and a thin layer of water mist filled his cold eyes, blurring the red number displayed by the elevator floor.

I almost forgot that they went up and down the stairs and didn't have to wait for the elevator.

Sang Yunzhi stood at the elevator entrance of the corridor in a daze for a while, then turned around slowly and entered the corridor.

Empty home, no different from usual.

When entering the door, Sang Yunzhi lowered his head to change his shoes, and happened to catch a glimpse of the gift bag placed on the cabinet in the entrance—it was Lin Lu’s birthday present specially hung at the door yesterday, and inside was a small gift box with exquisite packaging and a book.

Having experienced that brief confrontation just now, Sang Yunzhi felt very delicate when he saw anything about Lin Lu.

She withdrew her gaze, put on her slippers and headed for the living room.

The paper bag was still there quietly, no one cared about it.

After a while, the TV in the living room was turned on, the volume was turned up to the maximum, and the quiet room seemed to gain popularity at once. On the LCD screen, the actors were performing hard. Sang Yunzhi lay sideways on the sofa, curled his knees, closed his eyes and started bunk.

I don't know what Lin Lu is doing now.

Will it be the same as yourself?

Or is it that those eyes that are always crooked and love to laugh are now crying? The guilt and self-blame in Sang Yunzhi's heart reached the peak for a while. She thought that if she apologized now, there should be still time, but such an idea Wandering in my mind, never executed.

Until the coffee table, the phone rang.

Sang Yunzhi sat up from the sofa, grabbed the phone, it was called by the editor of the publishing house... She didn't hesitate, and quickly pressed the answer button.

"okay."

"understood."

"Hold on."

"..."

Sang Yunzhi mechanically answered the person on the other end of the phone, and after hanging up the phone, he froze for a while before lowering his head to operate the phone again.

The publisher said that they sent her a message and did not reply, so they called her.

It turned out that the book that was signed in Simplified Chinese had already set a pre-sale time, and asked the author to forward it to cooperate with the publicity.

Sang Yunzhi was already familiar with this kind of thing, she opened Weijiu blog and switched to her author account.

With copywriting, sprinkle flowers, forward.

This account has a lot of fans, and within ten seconds after posting it on Weibo, it received reminders of likes and comments.

Sang Yunzhi didn't click on it, but directly turned off the background and went offline.

The listless days lasted for several days, and Sang Yunzhi was bored at home every day, not going out unless necessary.

For her, life seems to suddenly lose its color. Sometimes she sits in front of the computer and opens a document to write a manuscript. Half an hour later, she finds that the blank document is still at the beginning of the first line, and she cannot write a single word. .

The sudden exhaustion of inspiration caught people off guard.

For a person who creates by writing, the most important thing is inspiration.

Sang Yunzhi knew where the source was, but couldn't solve it.

But her author friend didn't know.

[Is there too much pressure recently?Otherwise, will it be better if you go out for a trip and relax? 】

【Or come to the mountain city for a few days, I will treat you well~】

[We have known each other for four or five years and haven't met offline yet. 】

Seeing that Sang Yunzhi was listless even on the Internet, Chi Shu made a suggestion.

Chi Shu's real name is Chi Shu, which has the same pronunciation but different characters. When she and Sang Yunzhi first met through the Internet, the other party was not on fire.Although both of them write novels, Chi Shu writes about Su Shuang on the Internet, and Sang Yunzhi prefers IP entities.

Even so, their relationship has not been alienated.

【let me consider it. 】Looking at the lines of words in the dialog box, Sang Yunzhi typed out a simple reply.

It's been almost a week, and she didn't take the initiative to look for Lin Lu, and Lin Lu didn't look for her either.

Those struggling thoughts in the heart multiplied after the night fell, disturbing people. Several times when Sang Yunzhi opened the door, he had already reached the stairs, and then turned back.

After all, I still can't overcome the self-esteem and fear deep in my heart.

Sang Yunzhi thought that maybe traveling would be a good solution. She accepted Chi Shu's invitation and quickly bought a ticket to the mountain city.

When she left, she took the book that Lin Lu gave her by the way.

The bookshelves at home haven't been updated for a long time, and some old books are no longer interesting after she flips through them back and forth.

The book that Lin Lu gave me happened not to have read it.

The plane rose above the thick clouds, and the endless blue sky made people temporarily forget some worldly troubles. Sang Yunzhi adjusted the angle of the seat and took out the book he was carrying with him from his bag.

"Wang Guozhen Poetry Collection".

For Sang Yunzhi, who is more fond of ancient cultures such as Tang poetry and Song Ci, the understanding of such a contemporary poet is only at the superficial level of "hearing".

Swiping the edge of the page with her fingertips, the book is brand new and has not been flipped through, but there is one thing that makes Sang Yunzhi puzzled. When she took this book out of the paper bag, the plastic protective film had been removed.

In other words, Lin Lu took it apart.

After realizing this, Sang Yunzhi suddenly thought of something, and she directly opened the title page.

Sure enough, on the white and clean page was a whole handwritten and transcribed poem:

how can i thank you

when i walk towards you

I wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze

but you gave me the whole spring

how can i thank you

when i walk towards you

I wanted to hold a bunch of waves

You gave me the whole ocean

how can i thank you

when i walk towards you

I wanted to pick a red leaf

You gave me the whole maple forest

how can i thank you

when i walk towards you

I wanted to kiss a snowflake

You gave me a silver world①

The graceful and beautiful handwriting is just like its owner, which makes people feel comfortable and beautiful at first glance, but after reading the whole song, it brings another heavy blow to Sang Yunzhi.

Her fingertips pinching the pages unconsciously curled up, leaving deep creases on the white pages.

It was Lin Lu, who expressed his heart to her through this poem, thanking him for every bit of joy he brought her when getting along with each other.

Sang Yunzhi came back to her senses and realized that Lin Lu probably wanted to use this book to express herself euphemistically, so even without the conversation at the dinner table, she couldn't get around it, and she would have to face it in the end, just like Qiao Xin. As I said at the beginning.

The flight time from Yuncheng to Shancheng is two and a half hours, and Sang Yunzhi patiently flipped through the pages of this book.

In a trance, she would wonder whether Lin Lu, like herself, used to sit quietly somewhere and read this book.

The moment the plane landed steadily, Sang Yunzhi carefully put the book of poems back into his bag.

A close friend who has been close to him for many years, Chi Shu drove to the airport half an hour ago, and was already waiting at the pick-up gate.

Although the money earned from writing books over the years is not as popular as Sang Yunzhi's, it is not too little, enough for her to buy a house of her own in a good location in the mountain city.

Chi Shu insisted not to let Sang Yunzhi go to the hotel, and drove the car directly back to the community where she lived.

After staying in the mountain city for four days and three nights, the two chatted very happily. With the company of friends, Sang Yunzhi temporarily forgot the troubles in front of him, but Lin Lu's smiling eyes still appeared in his mind when he was alone in the dead of night. curved face.

Since it was a "friends" meeting, Chi Shu had to post on Weibo.

She posted it here, and Sang Yunzhi naturally retweeted and responded out of politeness, so that all the happy moments were left on Weibo, and there was no trace of "sadness" from the food scene to the photo of the two.

At the end of the short journey, Sang Yunzhi flew to the island city in the north again, and lived on the island temporarily for half a month.

When I left, I had a small suitcase, and when I came back, I had an extra one.

A box full of special products and gifts, she picked some out and put them at home, and packed the other part, and asked Qiao Xin to come to her house for a weekend to "pick up the items".

To implement the rules left by the ancestors, you can't visit empty-handed.

Qiao Xin knew that she came here to eat for free, but she bought two bags of fruit on the side of the road symbolically and brought them up: "If I didn't see the Weibo post by your author friend, I would have thought you had disappeared. "

As soon as she entered the door, she saw a large box full of things on the table. When she poked her head in, she could see that there were not only dried seafood, but also hot pot bottom ingredients. Specialties from different regions were mixed together in a mess, which was very rich.

Sang Yunzhi picked some fruits from the bag she brought in and took them to the sink to wash. Not long after, she heard Qiao Xin's familiar voice from behind: "It's good to be a great writer. Travel as you please. Just go wherever you want... How about it, have you had a good time in the past half a month?"

"You've been away for so long, won't the doctor's sister miss you?"

Qiao Xin mentioned it casually, but unexpectedly, when Sang Yunzhi heard this sentence, she slipped while washing the fruit, and the good fruit in her hand fell and hit the wall of the pool.

There was no response to the question, and the washed fresh fruit was quickly served on the coffee table.

The TV is on and the volume is set to a moderate level.

Qiao Xin didn't seem to treat Sang Yunzhi as an outsider, picked up a crispy peach from the fruit plate and leaned on the sofa.

"Hey," she bulged her cheeks and ate peaches, while nudging her good friend with her elbow, "You haven't answered my question yet, you're so generous in bringing me something, what did you bring for the doctor's sister?" ?”

It is one of Qiao Xin's skills to pick which pot is left open.

Sang Yunzhi was silent for two seconds, seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she simply replied to Qiao Xin's words: "I didn't bring anything, I gave it all to you."

Qiao Xin: "Huh?"

"I fell out with her."

"She wants to have a relationship with me."

Sang Yunzhi casually told herself that her relationship with Lin Lu had come to an end, but her long eyelashes couldn't help trembling when she spoke, revealing her thoughts.

Qiao Xin didn't pay attention to such details carefully, and she didn't even have time to swallow the peach in her mouth.

"Why didn't I hear any wind, when did it happen?" She raised her tone.

"A month ago."

Sang Yunzhi counted the time and gave Qiao Xin an approximate time frame.

After going out to hide for more than half a month, she originally wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Qiao Xin about this matter so that the other party could give her some advice. Now that it happened to her, she simply didn't bother to look for other opportunities, so she put herself I talked about the matter with Lin Lu roughly.

Perhaps out of the guilt and self-blame in his heart, in most of the narrations from his own perspective, Sang Yunzhi described himself as a downright bad person.

I don't care about every word, but I care about every word.

He kept saying "this is pretty good", but every look in his eyes was full of resentment.

A fan of the authorities, Qiao Xin roughly understood after listening to his friend's narration.

She was straightforward: "Didn't you disclose to her that you were sick?"

Sang Yunzhi frowned, and looked at her quietly.

Qiao Xin knew that she had said the wrong thing, she quickly raised her hand and patted her mouth, and then reorganized her words: "...Forget my wording was wrong, you didn't reveal to her that your parents died early, and you have a little stable relationship Is it avoidance?"

"You know I can't tell, so why bother to ask." Sang Yunzhi looked away, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

Indeed, how can a person who is used to expressing himself in words openly and openly expose his most unbearable side to others.

But it was precisely such a straightforward answer that made Qiao feel a little heartbroken.

Rao has been friends for many years and knows each other's temperament well, but she still couldn't hold back her laughter and said, "It's really you, Sang Yunzhi."

Sang Yunzhi lowered his eyelids, and did not refute Joe, with a look of "I admit everything you want to scold".

However, Qiao Xin didn't know what to say.

Because she knew in her heart that the loss of her parents at a young age had left a long shadow in her friend's life, and it was really meaningless to criticize such a person too much.

It's just that as an outsider, the opinions she can give are limited.

It was not early, and it would be time for dinner in the near future. Thinking that there would be traffic jams on the road, the two decided to go out to the restaurant earlier.

"I think it's best for you to see a doctor first, and don't think about other things." While waiting for the elevator downstairs, Qiao Xin was still rambling on and trying her best to analyze the situation she was facing for her friend.

The red floor number shows that it goes down from the 23rd floor, but it stops on the [-]th floor halfway.

Sang Yunzhi stood there, quietly listening to Qiao Xin's words with lowered eyes, not sure if he listened or not.

Until the red number stops at "14", the elevator door opens.

She raised her eyes and met the eyes of the person standing in the elevator.

There is a touch in my heart, but there is no trace on the surface.

The same is probably true of Lin Lu.

This was the first time the two met each other in more than a month. Sang Yunzhi looked at Lin Lu's sweet face carefully, wondering if it was due to psychological effects that he always felt that the other party seemed to be thinner.

Roots seemed to take root under her feet, and she couldn't move half a step.

After a while, Lin Lu lowered his eyes and staggered his gaze.

"Let's go, why don't you go in? The elevator is about to close." Qiao Xin took half a step forward and took Sang Yunzhi's arm.

"Wait for the next trip." Sang Yunzhi's voice sounded a little rough, and the moment the words landed, the elevator door in front of him began to close, and the heavy elevator door began to close slowly. Lin Lu's face became smaller and disappeared. Behind the closed stairway door.

Missing an elevator in vain made Qiao Xin feel very baffled.

She glanced at Sang Yunzhi's expression, and after thinking about it again, she soon belatedly realized who the person in the elevator was just now.

"Is it her?"

"Um……"

"Why don't you say hello, don't you want to ease the relationship?"

"..."

There was basically no response to the questions she asked. Qiao Xin felt that Sang Yunzhi standing in front of her at the moment had become a huge sponge, absorbing all her emotions and digesting them by herself. Leak out a little bit.

She couldn't help scolding: "You don't say anything, who knows what you are thinking?"

"Are you a mute?"

"You deserve to be blamed."

"I'm writing to recommend you to play "The Dumb Bride". I won't watch the new version of "The Dumb Bride" without you."

She was full of yin and yang, sneering and sarcastic, expecting Sang Yunzhi's reaction.

The next elevator quickly reached their floor.

The two walked up one after the other.

The moment the ladder door closed, Sang Yunzhi finally spoke.

As if she had already made a decision, she took a deep breath: "Don't go to eat for a while, go see the psychologist you recommended."

After finishing speaking, she took out her car key from her bag and gave it to Qiao Xin: "You know me well, you drive and lead the way."

……

If seeing a doctor is a decision that Sang Yunzhi will make sooner or later in the remaining half of her life, then the appearance of Lin Lu is the catalyst, forcing her to face it step by step.

As Qiao Xin said, a person has patience and a time limit for liking you.

If it is too late, people will be gone.

But even so, psychological counseling is an extremely long process, Sang Yunzhi always thinks to wait, wait, she wants to wait until she is in a better state before standing in front of Lin Lu and saying sorry.

But she forgot that an apology is also time-sensitive.

With the treatment experience two years ago, it was obviously not easy for Sang Yunzhi to enter the state when he was undergoing hypnotherapy. Because he was prepared in his heart, the progress in all aspects was not so smooth. The doctor only said to take his time.

How long it will take is unknown.

The hot summer is over, and autumn is coming soon.

During the two months of summer vacation, Qiao's heart was not busy, and most of the time she was free to accompany Sang Yunzhi to see the doctor, but after the start of the school season, she didn't have that leisure time.

Sang Yunzhi began to go alone every week.

Once a week, not too often.

Months flew by in the blink of an eye.

The two people who lived next to each other upstairs and downstairs have never met in the community again. Even the courier brother who used to be confused and delivered to the wrong door has changed his job.

When he opened the door to sign for the delivery last time, Sang Yunzhi was still in a daze for a long time. After careful questioning, he realized that he hadn't bought anything for a long time, and the news was delayed.

The new courier is nimble and has never made a mistake in this area. Sang Yunzhi actually began to miss the fool from the past.

That would at least give her an excuse to knock on the upstairs door again.

It's not that he doesn't want to bow his head, it's just that he can't find any reason to have an intersection with Lin Lu again, even God doesn't give him a chance.

The longer it was since the two fell out, the more Sang Yunzhi couldn't take this step.

Day by day, the leaves of the ginkgo trees planted at the gate of the community also turned yellow, and pieces fell, covering the ground with golden yellow.

Autumn has also passed, and the beginning of winter will soon be ushered in.

Seeing that it is getting colder day by day, people on the street change from sweaters to sweaters to thick leather jackets. The temperature drops sharply. The cold weather makes Sang Yunzhi unconsciously think of the first time he talked to Lin Lu last winter when.

I still remember those curved eyes, always smiling.

Every now and then, she would see the owner of these eyes in her dreams as before, sweetly calling her "Sang Yunzhi".

Things turned around one night.

On this day, Sang Yunzhi went out to eat with people a little late, because it was a work bureau, so she knew in advance that she would have to drink, so she didn't drive out.

At about 09:30 in the evening, Sang Yunzhi returned to the community by car.

It was cold in the winter night, no one would come out to hang out at night, only she stood alone on the first floor waiting for the elevator.

There are two elevators, one is carrying people up, and the other is on the first floor.

Sang Yunzhi waited patiently until the red number on the display screen started to jump and stopped at "1".

The elevator door opened, and there were two people standing inside.

She recognized Lin Lu immediately.

It's been a long time since I saw Lin Lu. There was a sense of strangeness on her body. I saw her eyes drooping, half leaning against the corner of the elevator car, her palm pressed against the wall of the car, looking as if she was drunk and unsteady. Sang Yun Zhiyan watched the other woman raise the back of her hand, and kiss her forehead intimately.

"Little Lu, don't drink so much next time." The woman's voice was gentle and pleasant, but unexpectedly harsh.

Sang Yunzhi turned sideways almost subconsciously, and hid behind the wall next to him.

When Lin Lu looked up, he only saw an empty aisle without any people.

"En." She responded perfunctorily, turning her head away from the opponent's hand.

The elevator door slowly closed again.

Sang Yunzhi stood on the spot for a long time before he remembered that he should press the button again, but his mind was still replaying the actions of the strange woman just now, and his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.

My heart was in a panic, and it felt like the empty place in my body could never be filled again.

This night, she rarely suffered from insomnia, tossing and turning on the bed, and finally accidentally opened the bedside table, and found out the "gadget" that Lin Lu had left here before - the two of them only used it once when they were in love. .

But at that time, no one thought that it would only be used once.

Some thoughts that have been suppressed for a long time are growing wildly in the dark night, and they cannot be suppressed.

Sang Yunzhi bit her thin lips lightly, took her things and went into the bathroom.

In the silent night, the lights of Wanjia were turned off, and the water flowed out from the head of the shower and drained into the floor drain along the seductive curve.

When Sang Yunzhi's bathroom was originally designed, in addition to the shower, there was also a large bathtub, but it was too troublesome to use it.

Interest came tonight.

When the shower is almost finished, the water in the bathtub is also filled.

The soles of her fair feet stepped on the white tiles, and there was a slight ruddy circle. She stepped into the bathtub, and the water in it also swayed and slapped against the wall of the bathtub.

Under the crystal-clear water, the blurred spring light can be seen faintly.

Sang Yunzhi stretched out his hand.

This is not the first time she has used this kind of thing, she is not as young and shy as Lin Lu.

Because of some things she experienced in her childhood, she never established a certain kind of intimate relationship with others, but as she grows older, some physiological needs also need to be resolved.

For a long time in the past, she solved this matter by herself, until she met Lin Lu later.

Under the pool water, there was a low vibration sound.

The images in Sang Yunzhi's mind kept switching. For a while, it was the image of the man and woman in the elevator pressing the back of their hand to Lin Lu's forehead, for a while, it was the image of Lin Lu blooming at his fingertips, and more often, it was the image of Lin Lu leaning over Sticking it to her ear, calling her "Sangsang" with a gentle look.

Sang Yunzhi bit her red lips halfway, and gradually tightened her five fingers holding the bathtub, her cold brows gradually took on a somewhat enchanting color.

You see deer when the tree is deep, but you don't hear the bell at noon in the stream.

She thought of the deer that used to surround her.

The encounter without warning made Sang Yunzhi unable to wait quietly.

Heart Lake, which was suddenly disturbed, could hardly restore calm.

But fortunately, in the next month, the publisher's editor urged her to revise and write the manuscript. After being busy and enriched, she rarely had time to be distracted by other things, and also dispelled some unrealistic impulses.

But in his spare time, Sang Yunzhi did not forget to take the initiative to inquire about Lin Lu.

Some people are like an abacus, dial it and move it.

If she hadn't witnessed other people's intimate behavior towards Lin Lu that night, she probably wouldn't have realized how much she was afraid of another person standing beside him.

She didn't know the relationship between Lin Lu and that woman, nor who she was, but since then she knew how the word "jealousy" was written.

In the past, when the two got along, they never got involved in personal matters, and Sang Yunzhi never cared about everything about Lin Lu.

This has led to the present, where you have to bother to inquire about everything.

For example, she went downstairs for a walk in the evening every day for a week, and finally made a familiar face in front of the old ladies who were digesting food. After casually inquiring, she found out that Lin Lu was particularly lovable in the elderly group of the community, and every time someone needed help Time is never ambiguous.

The old ladies can be said to be the most well-informed in the whole community. Sang Yunzhi hardly needed to ask alone, and easily found out which hospital the kind-hearted Dr. Lin worked in.

Now every hospital has the function of online registration. Knowing which hospital and department Lin Lu is in, it is not difficult to register her.

Sang Yunzhi thought about turning on the air conditioner for one night, so that he would have a good reason to go to the hospital.

But the expected cold didn't come, but she was distracted while cooking and cut her hand directly.

The bright red blood kept gushing out, and it couldn't be stopped. In the middle of the night, Sang Yunzhi grabbed two pieces of toilet paper to wrap the wound and took a taxi directly to the hospital.

The taxi driver asked about the target location, she hesitated for a moment, and gave a name that she didn't expect.

By mistake, it happened to be the hospital where Lin Lu worked.

Although he knew that the other party was not there, Sang Yunzhi still chose to come here.

I don't know what kind of thoughts I have, I used to avoid everything in private, but now I want to come and see the place where people work.

Just after eight o'clock, the outpatient clinics of all departments have already closed, and the only one who can go to see a doctor at night is the emergency department.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the lobby at night.

Sang Yunzhi registered according to the procedures, and followed the sign above his head to the emergency department, but unexpectedly, there was no doctor on duty.

The nurse on the evening shift also found it very strange, and at the same time she was embarrassed and at a loss, she could only arrange her to wait in the consulting room, and comforted her angrily: "Miss, please wait a moment, our doctor should be back in a while, it won't take long. "

"En." Sang Yunzhi responded lightly, and glanced at the wound on his left hand.

The white sanitary napkins have already been dyed bright red, which is very eye-catching. The hot pain comes from the deep layer of the skin, pulling the painful nerves.

Sang Yunzhi frowned slightly.

Although she didn't make a sound, the nurse noticed this detail with sharp eyes.

She hurriedly opened the medical equipment cabinet and searched: "I'll get some gauze to bandage you briefly, let's stop the bleeding first."

Sang Yunzhi did not refuse, and when the nurse brought the clean gauze, she cooperatively removed the blood-soaked toilet paper, but the paper towel had been pressed on the wound for a long time, and it was already sticky.

The moment it was removed, the incision on the fingertips began to ooze blood again.

A headache wound, the doctor was late.

No matter how patient Sang Yunzhi was, he couldn't help frowning after waiting for more than ten minutes: "When will your doctor come?"

"I don't know where Dr. Zhao has gone, and I didn't answer the call..." The nurse looked embarrassed and embarrassed.

"What about the other doctors?" She didn't want to embarrass the nurse either.

Sang Yunzhi's words made the nurse hesitate for a moment, but she quickly answered: "Well, let me ask another doctor if he can help you. She is not a professional surgeon, but some simple trauma treatment Our doctors generally say, you show her the wound first, and if she can handle it, you don’t have to wait for Dr. Zhao.”

It's not quite the rule, but it's a matter of urgency.

Private hospitals take patient complaints very seriously.

Sang Yunzhi didn't pay too much attention, and still said politely: "Then I will trouble you."

The little nurse hurried across the corridor and walked to the other side.

About three or four minutes later, she walked back quickly and told Sang Yunzhi that she had obtained the doctor's consent and could take her there now.

One after the other, they walked through the corridor, turned the corner, and came to the consulting room on the other side. The door of the consulting room was ajar, and there was a figure moving inside through the glass.

"Don't worry, the doctors in our hospital are very professional. I just saw your wound and it shouldn't be difficult to deal with..." The nurse led her to push open the concealed door and walked in directly.

The hospital's unique smell of medicine is particularly strong in the airtight consulting room. Sang Yunzhi doesn't like this smell at all, and she wrinkled the tip of her nose.

At this moment, the nurse looked at the white figure behind the table and said, "Dr. Lin, the patient is here."

Coincidentally, this doctor is also surnamed Lin.

Sang Yunzhi thought about it, and unconsciously thought of Lin Lu.

The little nurse stood in front of her, and she only saw half of the doctor's clothes.

But soon, the doctor walked towards her.

"Where is the wound, let me see."

"How did you get hurt?"

With a rather formal tone and concise words, Sang Yunzhi still recognized the familiar smell.

She curled her fingertips slightly, and her heartbeat also missed a beat, a little unbelievable.

The nurse tactfully stepped aside so as not to delay the doctor's visit.

Sang Yunzhi finally saw the doctor's face now.

Above the blue and white mask, familiar eyebrows and eyes, the only difference is that it is a little more formal and serious.

It's really her.

The restlessness that had lingered in his heart for a long time suddenly became calm at this moment. Sang Yunzhi tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, and calmly answered the doctor's question: "It's easy to cook at home."

The author says:

This chapter is three in one, and the next update will be at midnight.

In the text: ①It is the whole poem of "Thanksgiving" written by Teacher Wang Guozhen, ②It is from Li Bai's poem "Interviewing Dai Tian Taoist and Unrecognized"

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Su Qingyu transmigrated into a good-for-nothing little junior sister in a fairy tale novel.

On the day when the demon army came, Su Qingyu hid at the end of the crowd with her small wooden sword on her back. In this world of declining decency, even if she was the leader of the righteous sect, she had to avoid her edge.

The head of the sect shouted angrily, "Demon girl, what exactly do you want!"

I saw the woman in the red dress swaying in the void, pointing at a distance: "I want her."

The crowd in front of them split an empty path in an instant.

Su Qingyu, who was thinking about what to eat for dinner:?

Su Qingyu thought that the seven-day book-wearing experience card would expire, but she never expected that what was waiting for her was a grand wedding. The bright red wedding gown was surrounded by gold threads, dazzling and dazzling, and the maidservant respectfully called her "Queen".

Su Qingyu: ... Is there such a good thing?

Brother said that the devil has ulterior motives, so you have to be careful.

Master said that the demon girl tied you back only to practice obscenity and evil.

The head said Herring, you are the last hope of the righteous way!

Su Qingyu found that things were not as they said.

She sleeps with the witch every night, and every time she sleeps, her cultivation will increase slightly.

According to the book, this is called double cultivation.

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The realm of double cultivation breaks through the shackles, and Su Qingyu immediately completes the blank part of the plot that was missing when she passed through. It turns out that she is not a waste junior sister, but the chief senior sister of the sect, and the demons are not as evil as they said.

Wei Ge has been her wife for a long time, and has always been.

①The heroine is a fake waste, not a real waste, and she deals with her natal family's best teacher while talking about love.

②Famous and decent little sun X demon girl