Mother Lin repeatedly told her to rest early and take care of her body before hanging up the phone.

The boy rented a recliner from the nurse's station.

It was placed next to Jiang Si's bedside.

"You rest, I'm not leaving, I'll watch you wake up tomorrow." ”

Jiang Si leaned sideways, his arms resting on his neck.

watched Lin Shuo arranging the blanket there.

The man blinked his deep eyes, and asked seriously without any distractions:

"Won't you sleep with me?"

Lin Shuo: "......"

The ambiguity of this sentence is also okay.

"No, you can sleep by yourself, I'll sleep on a deck chair. ”

"But the one who is not comfortable sleeping, come to my bed. ”

Lin Shuo: "......"

If it weren't for the sincerity he seemed to be in right now.

She would really think he was deliberately dogging her.

Jiang Si was only half sober, and he was indeed coquettish with Lin Shuo by being drunk.

What's the use of the face?

They cannot stay with people, they cannot approach people, and they cannot exercise their rights.

Of course, only shamelessness can leave people behind.

He understands this too well.

That's why after the concussion, the pick-up sold miserably.

Lin Shuo was unmoved, "I sleep on the recliner, you sleep on the bed, arrange it like this, don't worry about it." ”

"But ......"

"If you don't do it again, I'll go. ”

Jiang Si: "......"

Yes. Shut up.

It's not easy to sleep in a room.

The last time we were together, it was when he was demented, right?

It was a good time.

At least when he watched the surveillance, he was really happy.

At that time, Lin Shuo would not murder him, nor would he scold him, let alone beat him like today.

And beat him to blood.

The corners of his mouth are broken.

Still still having a concussion.

The person he likes is more piercing than a hedgehog.

But he was willing to do it.

"Little brother, I want to hear a story, can you tell me a story?"

"Not good. ”

"Ah, I'm dizzy...... I'm so uncomfortable......"

Lin Shuo: "......"

Half ringing.

"What do you want to hear?" compromised.

"Anything, as long as you tell the story, you can do it. ”

"Do you listen to the tortoise and rabbit race?" Lin Shuo said.

Jiang Si: "......"

duck doesn't have to.

He's just drunk, not intellectually degenerate.

But obviously, Lin Shuo didn't intend to take back his fate, so he talked to himself.

"Once upon a time, there was a tortoise and a rabbit, and they ......"

The boy's voice was very clean, like the spring snow had just melted, trickling, and the sound was in the ears.

Jiang Hei closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping.

She and Lin Shuo fell asleep face to face.

One was lying on a hospital bed and the other was in an escort chair.

The moonlight outside crept out of the clouds and shy back again.

I don't know how long it took.

The ward was quiet, only the sound of shallow breathing, faintly heard.

In the darkness, the man slowly opened his eyes.

Through the moonlight outside the window, his eyes stared affectionately at the boy on the chaise longue for a moment.

The boy slept in a good position, and after almost lying down, he maintained that position and never moved again.

Quiet and cold.

Less daytime precautions, more distressing vulnerability.

The person in front of him is his life.

How much he liked this man, he himself didn't know.

Perhaps, the gods know.

But in his dim and boundless hell, there are no gods.

Until Lin Shuo appeared, he became his only god.

......

He can pick the stars with his hands, and he can hold the sea and the moon with his hands.

But what he can't hold in his hand is the person he likes deeply.

[Little two: Good night. See you tomorrow. I, Jiang Xiaosi'er, am not pitiful now, and I am really pitiful later. 】