But of course Song Xiangran didn't know what Fang Qingming was thinking, she thought that she was crying today, which scared Fang Qingming, so she felt a little guilty in her heart.

Her mouth opened and closed, Song Xiangran couldn't say a word, and she couldn't communicate with Fang Qingming in words.

This made Song Xiangran bitter, and he finally escaped from hell, and he had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to say, but he had no choice.

Suddenly, Song Xiangran had an idea, her mouth couldn't speak, but she still had hands to write!

So, Song Xiangran began to compare with Fang Qingming, wanting Fang Qingming to bring paper and pen.

The gesture is very easy to understand, Fang Qingming understood it at once, but looking around, in this ward, there is not a single pen or paper.

"There is no pen and paper in the room, I'll go to the front desk to get it for you." Fang Qingming said to Song Xiangran with a smile.

Song Xiangran nodded, and Fang Qingming went out.

As soon as he went out, Fang Qingming saw Song Cha and Zhang Yu standing there, staring dryly.

The atmosphere between these two people was too strange, Fang Qingming couldn't help but step forward and asked, "What are you two standing here for?

But Zhang Yu and Song Cha still stood motionless as if they hadn't heard what Fang Qingming said, as if they had been ordered by a sunflower pointer, their eyes glaring at each other.

Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows and said, "Play dry staring, be careful not to look at the right eye." "

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Qingming left, leaving Song Cha and Zhang Yu both embarrassed to turn their faces away, from standing face-to-face just now, to standing back to back.

After taking a pen and paper from the front desk, Fang Qingming came back.

At the door of the ward, Zhang Yu and Song Cha stood back to back, without saying a word.

Fang Qingming approached the two of them, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but was glared at by Zhang Yu: "Shut up, go in." "

opened his mouth and had to close it again, Fang Qingming was a little aggrieved in his heart, he was just telling the truth.

With pen and paper, Song Xiangran felt that he was alive again, and hurriedly wrote a few lines on the small notebook.

After writing, Song Xiangran carefully handed the book to Fang Qingming.

The little notebook read: Brother Qingming, am I ugly now?

After reading it, Fang Qingming was stunned, and looked up at Song Xiangran again, except that his face was pale and bloodless, he was very haggard, and his body was full of red rashes, there was nothing bad about it.

Remembering that before the doctor left, he told Song Xiangran to be in a calm mood, and Fang Qingming decided not to mention the real situation.

"No, you're sick, it's important to take care of your body. Fang Qingming smiled and said.

Fang Qingming was obviously stunned just now, but Song Xiangran saw it in his eyes.

In addition, Song Xiangran has not seen his allergies, although it was a long, long time ago, and the degree at that time was not as serious as this time, but the red rashes on his body were still everywhere.

During that time, Song Xiangran didn't dare to pass by any place where he could see his face, and he didn't dare to look down at his body when he was taking a bath.

Because of his allergy to peanuts and a lot of rashes on his body, Song Xiangran once had low self-esteem.

So, Song Xiangran quickly wrote in the notebook: Brother Qingming, you don't have to comfort me, I have seen my allergies.

After Fang Qingming finished reading it, this time he was not stunned for a moment like the last time, he quickly shook his head and said, "You are so good-looking." "

This sentence made Song Xiangran's heartbeat accelerate for a second.

It's not that no one has said that Song Xiangran is good-looking, Song Xiangran himself knows his appearance, because he inherited the excellent genes of his parents, and he is quite outstanding.

But for so many years, no one has ever said to Song Xiangran, "You look good no matter what".

In particular, this sentence actually came out of Fang Qingming's mouth.

Song Xiangran carefully thought about Fang Qingming's face, trying to find out a perfunctory expression on Fang Qingming's face, but no matter how he looked at it, Fang Qingming seemed to say that sentence very seriously.

"Don't think too much, your task now is to recuperate, the doctor said that you have to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation, and after the examination, you can be discharged. Fang Qingming was stared at by Song Xiangran, and felt a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly lowered his head and began to help Song Xiangran tuck the quilt.

It's almost autumn, and the weather is getting cooler, but not to the extent that the quilt is not tucked up.

Fang Qingming was just hiding his nervousness, he didn't dare to look at Song Xiangran for a few more seconds, for fear that Song Xiangran would see something.

Even if Song Xiangran felt that there was something strange and unnatural about Fang Qingming today, she couldn't tell where it was.

After thinking about it, Song Xiangran wrote on the top of the notebook again: Brother Qingming, you seem to be a little strange today.

"What's weird?" Fang Qingming chuckled in his heart, he thought that Song Xiangran had seen something, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, a little nervous.

Song Xiangran then wrote in the notebook: I don't know where it is, I can't say it, but it's just a little strange.

Fang Qingming, who was a thief, stretched out his hand and nodded Song Xiangran's forehead, and said, "You, what do you think about as a whole, if you are tired and want to rest, just tell me." "

Hearing Fang Qingming say this, Song Xiangran also suspected that it might be the reason for his illness, he was too tired to have this strange feeling.

suddenly realized that Song Cha and Zhang Yu, who had been here before, had disappeared at this time, Song Xiangran felt strange, so he took a pen and wrote on the notebook: Where did Ah Cha and Doctor Zhang go?

"Oh, the two of them, staring at each other out there?" Fang Qingming smiled and pointed in the direction of the door.

Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming puzzled for two seconds, and then wrote something on the notebook with a pen.

Seeing that Song Xiangran had been writing for a long time, Fang Qingming leaned over to look at it, but was quickly covered by Song Xiangran with his hand.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to show me. For the first time, Fang Qingming felt very embarrassed today, and sure enough, he was making himself sentimental.

Who knows, Song Xiangran glanced at Fang Qingming, and then wrote a few words on the top of the notebook.

After writing the last word, Song Xiangran held up the notebook again and put it in front of Fang Qingming.

I saw that the book wrote: Brother Qingming, what do you mean that the two of them are staring at each other with big eyes? Doctor Zhang and Ah Cha have big eyes, so who is the big eye and who is the small eye?

Seeing this, Fang Qingming couldn't help but laugh, he didn't expect Song Xiangran's focus to be so skewed, but it was quite interesting.

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