In fact, Song Cha didn't realize that he had just said everything in his heart.

It wasn't until Fang Qingming and Song Xiangran both looked at him that Song Cha chuckled in his heart and realized that he had actually said what was in his heart.

But fortunately, Fang Qingming didn't continue to ask, otherwise Song Cha really wanted to find a crack in the ground and get into it quickly.

This matter passed like this, and the three of them returned to the state where Song Xiangran came out with a small notebook to write and communicate with the two of them.

Such a state is really a kind of torture for Song Xiangran, because the speed of writing is too slow, and she suddenly feels that she is a very happy thing as a healthy person.

Song Xiangran was anxious, and his writing became more and more sloppy, because Song Xiangran was particularly afraid that Fang Qingming or Song Cha would be impatient with him.

However, Song Xiangran is not afraid that Song Cha will dislike his troubles, because Song Cha himself is a slow person and is also very patient, and when he usually speaks, Song Xiangran often dislikes Song Cha's speech speed is too slow.

But if it's Fang Qingming......

Thinking of this name, Song Xiangran raised his head and secretly glanced at Fang Qingming, the lights in the room were a little yellow, shrouded in Fang Qingming, there was a different kind of laziness.

Although Song Xiangran had long known that Fang Qingming was good-looking, she had never observed Fang Qingming's face so seriously.

The face is angular, the shape of the eyes is also very sharp, the eyelashes are very long, curled and stretched out on the upper eyelids, the light hits Fang Qingming's face, and the shadow of the eyelashes is faintly imprinted under the eyes.

What surprised Song Xiangran the most was that she found out today that Fang Qingming's skin was also very good!

It's just that on weekdays, because Fang Qingming has been in the army all the year round, and his complexion has become a healthy wheat color, Song Xiangran rarely takes a closer look at Fang Qingming's skin.

Originally, Song Xiangran thought that men who had been in the barracks for a long time would be somewhat rough.

But on Fang Qingming's face, the skin quality seemed to be very delicate, there were no extra spots and acne marks or anything like that, and with the light, Song Xiangran could faintly see the fine fluff on Fang Qingming's face.

There is a faint cyan stubble at the corner of the mouth, the lips are very round, and the upper and lower lips are very full.

Underneath the tough jaw angle is Fang Qingming's Adam's apple.

When he saw Fang Qingming's Adam's apple, Fang Qingming just swallowed his saliva, and the Adam's apple moved, so frightened that Song Xiangran quickly looked away.

Song Cha suddenly pushed the door in, carrying a bag of fruit in his hand and placing it on the table.

"Well, the doctor said you need to eat more fruit, so I bought some back. Song Cha pointed to the fruit in the bag and said.

Song Xiangran nodded obediently, and was about to reach out to take it, but was blocked by another hand.

"Xiangran, do you want to eat apples?" Fang Qingming picked out a round-looking apple from the bag and shook it in front of Song Xiangran.

Fang Qingming's bony hands were dangling in front of Song Xiangran, and Song Xiangran stared at that hand intently for a while, and then nodded.

While Fang Qingming went to wash the apples, Song Xiangran hurriedly picked up his small notebook and began to write.

As soon as he finished writing, Song Xiangran hurriedly handed the notebook to Song Cha, which read: Brother Qing Ming's technique of peeling apples is very good.

Song Cha looked at that sentence puzzled, and muttered, "It's just peeling apples, how good can the technology be?"

This time, Song Xiangran didn't write anymore, but just gave Song Cha a look of "you'll know later".

But tonight's Fang Qingming was a little uneasy, after the two apples were peeled, the skin of the apples was not complete.

Seeing the pile of scattered apple peels in the trash can, Song Cha was even more puzzled, this is also peeling apples, she will too.

But the sentence that the doctor said today echoed in his mind, "Patients need to be calm", Song Cha decided that at least in the past few days, no matter what the situation, it is better to follow Song Xiangran.

Fortunately, the summer has ended, the autumn has embarked on the journey, and the first night spent in the hospital, Song Xiangran will not feel too uncomfortable even if he does not take a bath.

After eating the apples, Song Xiangran adhered to the principle of sleeping when he was full, put the pillow away, and lay down to sleep first.

may be because the high fever has just faded, and it didn't take long for Song Xiangran to fall asleep.

Because there were still things in the school the next morning, Song Cha had to rush back to school in the evening, leaving Fang Qingming alone in the ward to watch Song Xiangran.

Thanks to Zhang Yu's personal connections, Song Xiangran was able to live in a single ward.

In addition to Song Xiangran's hospital bed in the room, there is also a small bed for accompanying relatives to rest, which is probably where Fang Qingming will live tonight.

But Fang Qingming was tall and big, and there was no place to stretch his limbs while lying on that small bed, so Fang Qingming simply gave up sleeping on the small bed, moved a stool, and sat next to Song Xiangran.

Originally, Fang Qingming planned to secretly watch Song Xiangran for a while while Song Xiangran was asleep, and when he was tired, he would go back to the small bed and lie on his stomach.

The curtains had not yet been closed, it was night, and the moonlight was exceptionally bright, through the glass, directly sprinkled all over the room.

A faint soft white aperture shrouded Song Xiangran's sleeping face, making Song Xiangran's skin extraordinarily fair and gentle.

Song Xiangran, who had just fallen asleep, her eyelashes were still fanning slightly, and against the backdrop of the bright moonlight, her distinct eyelashes were sparkling, as if in the next second, she would turn into a butterfly and fly into the moonlight.

Fang Qingming looked up at the window, outside the hospital, not far away are high-rise buildings, the bustling nightlife of Fengshi has just begun, and the lights are bright everywhere, which is in stark contrast to the tranquility of the hospital.

The early autumn wind, which had gradually cooled, blew through the screen window and into the house, and the light blue curtains danced with the wind.

The wind blew in quietly and swirled around Song Xiangran's neck, Song Xiangran's neck sensed some coldness, and his body involuntarily shrank into the quilt.

Fang Qingming hurriedly got up and walked to the window, ready to close the window.

Just as Fang Qingming was about to knock down the window, he found that there was an old couple downstairs, both wearing hospital gowns, supporting each other, slowly walking along the path.

Unconsciously, Fang Qingming stared at the old couple, and after looking at it for a few seconds, the two of them had white hair, and under the moonlight, they looked particularly romantic.

It wasn't until the figure of the old couple was far away that Fang Qingming knocked down the window.

When Fang Qingming was about to pull up the curtains, he turned his head and looked at Song Xiangran's quiet sleeping face by the moonlight, and said silently in his heart: Song Xiangran, we will come to Japan for a long time.

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