The exquisite knick-knack-knacks that I don't know who gave them stood quietly on Xia Xu's bedside table.

And the brown notebook was in Xia Xu's hand, and it was turning over one of the pages......

"Kojima and marshmallows" Xia Xu stared at the notebook in his hand and muttered to himself.

I'm not sure if he sent it, but the person who has read his book is currently the only one besides himself......

"I said that I only looked at the beginning, and I didn't look at anything else...... This big liar. Xia Xu muttered a scolding in his mouth, glanced at the ornament, but unconsciously added a trace of warmth to his heart.

Early in the morning of Sunday, Xia Xu got up early, carried the specially cooked chicken soup, and went to the hospital where Wang Yunjia was.

Because it's Christmas, the streets and alleys are lit up with lights. It just didn't snow as one might expect, and the air was a little cold and dry.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the ward, through the glass on the door, Xia Xu saw that Xue Ziyang seemed to be talking to Wang Yunjia, which made Wang Yunjia bow his head for a while, laugh for a while, and it seemed that his leg injury was not so painful. I was relieved.

I pushed the door open. "What are you talking about, so happy?" he approached the bedside and placed the chicken soup on the table.

Seeing that Xia Su was coming, the two stopped talking and laughing, and Wang Yunjia's eyes were suddenly overflowing with endless joy and a trace of unconcealable nervousness.

Xue Ziyang saw at a glance the insulated box containing chicken soup that Xia Xu was carrying. When I looked back again, I saw that Wang Yunjia's face was like a fever at the moment, glowing red. Somehow, my face seems to feel a little hot, could it be that this can also be contagious?

Coughing lightly, he turned his attention to the can of chicken soup on the table, and watched Xia Xu unscrew the lid, and a thick and warm aroma instantly filled the entire room.

Xue Ziyang, who hadn't had time to go down to buy food for Wang Yunjia in the morning, was already a little hungry at this time, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Yun Jia, how are you feeling today?, does your leg still hurt?" Xia Xu gently took out a bowl, put two spoonfuls of soup into the bowl, and specially picked a few pieces of chicken from the soup and put them in the bowl. As he spoke, he blew on the side of his mouth, and then handed it to Wang Yunjia.

Seeing that Xia Su was so tender and considerate, before Wang Yunjia could speak, Xue Ziyang hooked the corners of his mouth and hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, he will be better when you come, and as soon as you drink this bowl of chicken soup, you can immediately run off the ground." ”

As soon as he laughed a few times, he was glared at by Xia Xu fiercely, "You talk nonsense again!"

With that, he took out a bowl and handed it to Xue Ziyang. "Oh, I want to drink it myself. ”

Seeing Xia Su's unhappy face, Xue Ziyang sighed with a little disappointment, "Hey, look, look, this treatment is different." I'll have to serve it myself. After speaking, he took the bowl in Xia Su's hand, got up and walked towards the table, and made a grimace at Xia Su by the way. He pursed his lips and smiled beside her.

"Is this chicken soup made by you?" Wang Yunjia held the chicken soup, a little curious.

Asked by Wang Yunjia, Xia Xu nodded shyly, "Hmm." It's the first time I've done it. Does it taste okay?"

As soon as he heard that Xia Xu made it himself, Xue Ziyang quickly tasted it, and it tasted really good. I didn't expect her to cook soup and rice.

Then he filled a big bowl and gave Xia Xu a thumbs up with a smile.

Wang Yunjia's eyes were also bright, but he was chewing the chicken in the soup in his mouth, but his face was even redder.

Seeing Xia Xu uneasily, he touched Wang Yunjia's leg that was still in a plaster. and a gentle smile on his face from time to time.

Xue Ziyang interjected a few words without saying a word on the side, but he just looked at it and felt a little more uncomfortable in his heart. Astringent, I can't say why there is such a little loss.

Xue Ziyang turned sideways, held the bowl, and poured the last mouthful of chicken soup into his mouth. Xia Xu raised his head inadvertently, just in time to see his posture of looking up at a 45-degree angle, a bit of a humble son's drinking spirit. Handsome and somewhat charming.

Just like that day on that mountain, he looked up at the sun, and then turned his head, his eyes stained with a little sun's residual warmth, exuding the same temperature......

In the afternoon, after Wang Yunjia got the injection, he was a little sleepy, so he fell asleep alone. The handsome face was still slightly sickly pale.

Xia Xu stayed by his bedside, and soon waited until Xue Ziyang, who went home to get his schoolbag, pushed the door and walked in.

Because there is still class during the day tomorrow, Xue Ziyang had to take his schoolbag in advance, and tomorrow morning Xia Xu told them that his cousin would arrange someone to take care of Wang Yunjia, so he had to work hard for Xue Ziyang all night tonight.

Seeing that Wang Yunjia was sleeping deeply, Xia Xu asked Xue Ziyang something about Wang Yunjia's work-study.

It wasn't until Xue Ziyang curiously asked Xia Xu's parents that she regained her silence again, and just told Xue Ziyang that her parents were working outside and she had been staying at her cousin's house.

Xue Ziyang had no reason not to believe it, and he didn't think much about it, so he took out the books in his schoolbag and opened the class schedule sandwiched inside. Glancing at tomorrow's lesson.

Then he stuffed the book into his bag, threw it aside, and hurried to the toilet.

Xia Xu looked at Xue Ziyang's figure leaving in a hurry, got up and wanted to close the door.

Unexpectedly, Xue Ziyang's unfinished schoolbag slid off the bed directly with her getting up. The books inside, like their masters, all "slipped out".

Xia Xu had no choice but to squat down, pick up the books that fell out one by one, and stuff them into her schoolbag.

Suddenly, a somewhat crumpled page of paper sandwiched into a geography book looked so familiar......

didn't think much about it, she pulled it out and opened it.

When he saw the still childish fonts above, Xia Xu was stunned and sat on the ground in a daze.

On the familiar paper, there is still a faint fragrance of the refill of the past......

This is the manuscript of the poem that won first place in the anonymous contest, the poem he wrote that year, and the page of the poem that he returned to him the day after he said he went home and dried it......

After so many years, she thought she would never have the chance to see it again, and she didn't expect to be here, at such a time, and with such a reunion.

"He?...... Be...... Is it him?" Is it a coincidence? Or is it fate? Xia Xu trembled and couldn't tell whether he was excited or undoubted, and slowly got up from the ground. Clutched the page tightly.

Xue Ziyang?...... Purple Sunrise?"

The little boy that year, was it really him? Is it really? Xia Xu looked at the door, standing there in disbelief.

"But," Xia Xu quickly regained his composure, "he has read his own book, he should know, does he not remember himself at all?

Anxiety and excitement filled Xia Su's heart, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the manuscript of the poem, which was the one he had back then. However, a series of questions poured out in Xia Xu's heart