After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

On the weekend, Xie Ning met Song Qingqing.

He lived and ate in the hospital for the past few days. Except for going downstairs to buy daily necessities, he almost never stepped out of the ward.

The single room in Zone V is spacious, and there is an extra camp bed for the night companion to sleep in. It used to be Uncle Zhong’s bed, but recently it has completely become Xie Ning’s bed.

The camp bed was narrow and small, and a big man would take up the entire bed when he lay down. If he turned around casually, his elbows would easily hit the railing next to him.

"This bed is too hard, it's uncomfortable to sleep on." Uncle Zhong wanted to move another bed for Xie Ning.

Xie Ning did not agree.

When there were too many people coming in and out, he was afraid of disturbing Mr. Xie.

And to an insomniac it makes no difference what bed.

When Zhuang Yan was not around, Xie Ning's insomnia relapsed again. At night, he always had trouble falling asleep, and looked at the sky outside the window by himself, feeling inexplicably depressed.

Sometimes he would hold Mr. Xie's hand, say something in a low voice, and then stare at Mr. Xie's sleeping appearance in a daze.

After watching for a while, he took out his mobile phone and opened the message Zhuang Yan sent him, with two words "good night" at the bottom.

One sentence from Zhuang Yanfa, one sentence from him.

But he sent good night, but did not fall asleep.

The light on the phone screen dimmed due to no one operating it for a long time, Xie Ning lost his mind for a moment.

He really wanted to talk to Zhuang Yan, but he didn't want to disturb him.

Zhuang Yan should have fallen asleep by now, he thought.

Xie Ning didn't sleep well for several days, but he ate three meals a day on time, and took a picture of Zhuang Yan every time he ate.

But nine times out of ten, I couldn't help but vomited up after eating.

Uncle Zhong frowned, but he had no choice but to comfort himself that at least he was still willing to eat, and he could absorb a little no matter what.

Song Qingqing was startled when she saw him.

His complexion was pale, he had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were light blue, and Song Qingqing almost didn't recognize him at first sight due to his skeletal appearance.

But his expression was very calm, as if there were no waves, and when he saw Song Qingqing, he nodded slightly to her.

Song Qingqing was brought here by Xia Wan. If it was usual, Xie Ning would show Xia Wan a cold face no matter what.

Today, there was no reaction, and when his gaze crossed Xia Wan's face, it was also indifferent.

Xia Wan felt that Xie Ning like this was even more unfamiliar, and made her feel even more uncomfortable.

During the day, everyone had business to do, Xie Zun and Xie Jing discussed it, and decided to visit the hospital the next night, and the two families separated to show their filial piety.

Only Xie Ning was an exception. He had taken root in the hospital and refused to move a single step. No one could persuade him.

The eldest aunt Su Jinyan muttered again in private, Xie Ning didn't even give her a look this time.

She really didn't want her son to be a filial son and grandson in front of the hospital bed like Xie Ning: "Everyone has to be busy with their own affairs, so how can there be so much time. Unlike him, he doesn't have to worry about the company's affairs, just sit Just eat the bonus."

All these trivial matters could no longer stir up any waves in Xie Ning's heart.

He seems to have returned to the past, hiding himself in a sealed transparent bottle, separated from everyone by a thick layer of glass.

He has nothing to ask for now, nothing to wish for, but he only hopes that Mr. Xie can wake up safely.

"Why do you..." Song Qingqing just spoke, but then paused, frowning and retracting the words behind.

Fortunately, Xie Ning didn't reject her, and pointed to the chair next to her, motioning for Song Qingqing to sit down.

The two sat quietly for a while, Song Qingqing said in a low voice: "Auntie Xia Wan asked me to persuade you, she was a little worried, you look... all right?"

Xie Ning paused when he heard that, but just shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Song Qingqing was still thinking about how to open the topic, Xie Ning added: "Thank you."

"What?" Song Qingqing was taken aback.

Xie Ning said, "Thank you for visiting my grandpa, and thank you for caring about me."

Song Qingqing looked at him, bent her eyes and smiled: "Shall I tell you about Zhuang Yan?"

Xie Ning's gaze subconsciously turned to Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing said: "You should know, I have studied abroad, and Zhuang Yan is my senior."

Xie Ning responded, "I know."

Song Qingqing said, "Then are you interested in his experience abroad? I can tell you about it."

Xie Ning's eyes slowly lit up, and he said, "I'm interested."

Song Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and began to recall the past.

"We Chinese students are more or less rejected abroad, so we also have a small group. I met senior Zhuang Yan there. Speaking of which, when my friend introduced me, he said, don't look at him. He is handsome, but in fact he has no bad temper at all, and he has a cold personality, and he doesn't like to talk to people, saying that they usually rarely invite him."

"Then someone laughed next to him, indicating that he didn't respond to the invitation."

Xie Ning thought for a while: "It's something he would do."

"Later I found out that although many people on the Chinese side said they didn't like him, they would call him over every time there was a party. On the contrary, some foreign students were faintly afraid of him." Song Qingqing continued to recall, "I asked I found out later that it was because he had fought with foreign students before, helping an introverted school girl who was often bullied. Those foreign students were tall and big, but they couldn't take advantage of the fight. It's cheap, and I didn't dare to bully him too much later."

"So he is actually very popular with Chinese compatriots at school. Many people have expressed their love for him explicitly or implicitly, and even foreign students-in fact, they are the most enthusiastic, but he has never looked at anyone differently. In private, we still gossip about who can successfully attack him, and even made a bet on it, but unfortunately everyone lost in the end."

Xie Ning couldn't help but interjected, "All lost?"

"Yes." Song Qingqing glanced at him, "Until graduation, he didn't accept anyone. Girls were rejected a lot, and some people suspected that he liked men, but the boys who confessed to him also failed."

She shrugged when she said this, and made a joke: "No one survived."

Xie Ning was a little dazed.

"So when I saw you at the art exhibition, I quickly noticed your relationship." Song Qingqing said, "That was the first time I saw him take care of others so carefully and earnestly, and cared so much about another person's feelings How should I put it...he looked at you with obvious love."

Xie Ning smiled embarrassedly, and turned away.

Sensing his shyness, Song Qingqing also smiled, then changed the subject and continued talking about Zhuang Yan's study abroad.

"Although he always dislikes the poor place where we meet, whenever a Chinese encounters difficulties, he will not hesitate to help. So when I was deceived, the first thing I thought of was Ask him for help."

Xie Ning asked, "Then he helped you?"

Song Qingqing said: "He first mocked me, saying that I am so stupid, I can be deceived."

Xie Ning: "..."

"But after he finished mocking him, he made me another sum of money in a few days. The amount was exactly what I was cheated out of." Song Qingqing smiled, "The transfer was still anonymous, but I quickly guessed it was He ran to ask if it was his turn."

Xie Ning: "And then? Did he admit it?"

Song Qingqing: "I admitted it. As soon as I asked, he said very naturally: 'Yes, I transferred it.' At that time, I wondered how he admitted it so quickly. Then he said that he didn't do good deeds without leaving his name. fool."

What Song Qingqing said was trivial and trivial, without any storytelling or interest, but Xie Ning listened carefully.

It seems that as long as it has something to do with the word "Zhuang Yan", it can affect his mind little by little.

Unknowingly, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and an expression gradually appeared on his face.

Song Qingqing's tone was gentle and her voice was soft, which made people unconsciously relax and put down their guard.

She talked dryly, so she got up and went to pour herself a glass of water, and when she turned around again, she found that Xie Ning had closed his eyes and fell asleep sitting up.

Song Qingqing gently brought a blanket over and covered him.

When he got close, he happened to see his pretty side face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he fell asleep with a smile.

Song Qingqing didn't know if he was imagining the fun of Zhuang Yan's study abroad following her words, or if just mentioning Zhuang Yan could make him come alive.

She took out her mobile phone and sent Zhuang Yan a message: finally let him fall asleep.

It seemed very busy there, after a long time, Zhuang Yan replied: Thank you.