Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Seeing that he was silent, Xia Liang asked again: "You and that Yu Luotong, what's the matter with you two, I heard that person said that you adopted Yu Luotong, is there such a thing?"

How is it possible?" Xia Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "He is my classmate, I heard that he was working there, I was curious to join in the fun, and then I saw him being held hostage, I just talked nonsense to save him, Brother, you can actually believe it. "

In fact, Xia Liang also felt a little absurd in his heart, and intuitively believed that his younger brother was not such a person, and now he heard him deny it, and he felt relieved.

But I still couldn't help telling a few words: "In the future, such classmates will seldom come and go to work in that kind of place. At first glance, they are not children of serious families."

Xia Lin was silent, Xia Liang didn't know Yu Luotong's background, from an objective point of view, naturally he wouldn't have a good impression.

But he didn't intend to explain too much, because in the adult world, the more you explain some things, the more troublesome they are.

At this time, a crack in the door of the ward was opened, revealing the small half of Song Yan's head.

Song Yan seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time, when he heard Xia Lin's voice, he quickly poked his head in, looked at Xia Liang and asked pitifully, "Brother Liang, can I come in and see Xia Lin?"

Xia Liang probably didn't give Song Yan any good looks before. Seeing him asking this question, he didn't say yes or no, so he pushed the door and went out with a straight face.

Song Yan seemed to be very afraid of Xia Liang, and when Xia Liang was gone, he closed the door and ran to Xia Lin's side, and hurriedly asked: "Xia Lin, how are you, does the wound still hurt?"

Xia Lin said: "It must hurt."

His tone was very calm, but coupled with his pale face and weak voice, it seemed particularly pitiful to Song Yan.

Song Yan's breathing was stagnant, and a strange feeling crossed the tip of his heart, but this strange feeling disappeared quickly.

He propped himself up on the bed and leaned down.Turning around, he took a closer look at the bandage wrapped around Xia Lin's forehead, and sighed: "The incision is really long. When the doctor stitched up the stitches, I was trembling when I watched it. Xia Lin, I said you This face...will not be disfigured in the future, right?"

Xia Lin said: "What's wrong with the disfigurement?"

Song Yan said with a smile: "Don't be afraid if you lose your appearance, no one wants me to marry you."

Immediately, both of them froze.

Song Yan answered these words so naturally, he realized what he had said after he said it, and suddenly he was at a loss: "Then what, I just said it casually, haha!"

Xia Lin naturally knew that Song Yan had no intentions, but the conversation was so familiar. When the two were together in the last life, he got hurt on the face due to an accident. Song Yan smiled and comforted him and said, "I'm out of shape." Marry you", even the expression and tone of speech are exactly the same.

Since his rebirth, he has always wanted to get rid of the nightmare of his previous life, but for some reason, there are always some things that inadvertently tug at his withered heartstrings.

Song Yan might feel a little embarrassed, so he had nothing to say: "Xia Lin, are you hungry? Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"

Xia Lin didn't make things difficult for him, and walked down the steps: "Well, buy me a bowl of black rice porridge."

"Okay." Song Yan turned around and ran out as if he had received an amnesty.

It was only then that Xia Lin realized that Zhou Shuo was still standing by the wall like a transparent person, so he said to him, "Go and have a rest too, don't stick around here, I want to be alone for a while."

Zhou Shuo then nodded and went to the outside lounge.