Chapter 397: Fade the protective color

Quietly turned over for Wang Anchor as usual, massaged, wiped his body, and left after cleaning up the ward.

When I opened the door of the ward, Jing Wenyuan sat in the corridor outside the ward.

Jing Wenyuan covered the wound, and he was still a little struggling. "Leaving?"

"You can go to the ground, and it's better not to move. "Silence and close the door.

Jing Wenyuan smiled happily. "The scourge lives for a thousand years, and I can't die. ”

Quietly sat down on the row of chairs opposite Jing Wenyuan, and she looked at Jing Wenyuan with stunned eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You risk gossiping when someone sees you like that. ”

Jing Wenyuan was a little embarrassed to be quietly watched, so he could only use joking to resolve it.

"Whether it's this knife, whether you didn't mean it, or you paid off Wang Anchor's debt, in short, you blocked it for me. Thank you. ”

Jing Wenyuan was sluggish, he seemed to be a bad student who never failed the exam and was naughty and mischievous, but this time the teacher asked him to go to the podium to receive the certificate.

Jing Wenyuan was happy, and the residual pain of the wound was ignored at this time. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, but he still wanted to maintain the open-mindedness of his big man, so his smile was retracted and released, and his expression became a little strange.

He waved his hand. "Thank you, if I had known that the knife would stab me, I wouldn't have blocked it for you, I'm just a favor. ”

Jing Wenyuan thought that if Wang Anchor was sitting opposite him, he would definitely point to his nose and say, "Why didn't you stab you to death!" This is how men communicate and get along, and they hit it in one hit!

And women are sensational, Jing Wen is far from getting used to it, and always feels that this is a kind of gentle hypocrisy, like scratching the itch in the boots, and can't find a point.

Quietly picked up her bag and stood up. "Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, you and Wang Anchor live here." When I see your son in a moment, I will seal a big red envelope. ”

Jing Wenyuan was not short of money, but when he heard that someone was kind to his son, his smile became much brighter.

Quietly put your hand in your coat pocket. "Jing Wenyuan, your world is no longer lonely and gray. Your son is your sun, and he makes you bright and colorful. In fact, you have never been gloomy, but no one has asked you to lift that shadow. ”

Jing Wenyuan looked up at the silence, and he heard the sound of his teeth chattering.

Jing Jing continued: "If Xiao Rong was present that day, she would have gone out of her way to block this knife for you." If you're here to pay off your debts, then she's all because she loves you. Love her well, she is the only one in the world who loves you with her life. ”

Quiet smile, bright eyes, red lips, white teeth. "Happy New Year. ”

She looked around the room. "Hopefully next year we will have a reunion dinner together. ”

Quiet footsteps echoed in the corridor, not noisy or noisy, stepping step by step, gradually inaudible, and disappearing.

Jing Wenyuan was still sitting in the corridor, and he chewed on quiet words. He clasped his hands in front of him and laughed self-deprecatingly.

He redefined the sensationalism of women, and it turned out that it was not an itch in the boots. This sensationalism will make a barefoot one put on shoes. It turns out that wearing shoes is so safe and warm.

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As soon as the lights were on, I drove out of the hospital quietly.

The Spring Festival in big cities is often deserted, and the car is driven on an empty elevated road, which is particularly lonely.

Fireworks are prohibited in urban areas, and even the horn on the steering wheel cannot be pressed. The New Year should have been lively and jubilant, but now it looks just lonely, like a department store after closing.

Tagore's poem flashed in his quiet mind, solitude is the carnival of one person, and the carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.

When the red light was on at an intersection, I quietly connected to the Bluetooth in the car and found a song. The melody is destined to be a song with mourning, and the prelude slowly leads to the slightly hoarse singing voice of the female singer: the leaves are wings that cannot fly, the wings are the leaves that fall in the sky, loneliness is the carnival of one person, and the carnival is the loneliness of a group of people..................

Outside the Wu family's community, he quietly parked the car on the side of the road, spent a while to stop his tears, touched up his makeup, and practiced the most appropriate smile in front of the mirror.

……

It was Wu Xinrong who opened the door for Quiet.

"I'm here, I'm waiting for you. Wu Xinrong took the quiet hand.

The Wu family has many relatives today, and most of them are unfamiliar with it.

Quietly go to the kitchen and take a break.

"You're here!" Wu Xinrong also ran to the kitchen.

"Well, those people outside, I don't know, I can't talk. ”

"Me too. ”

"You don't come, look at the way your eyebrows are dancing, look at Dad Wu flying all over the field with Xiao Huan in his arms, and the sewing person said, look at how much my eldest grandson looks like my Xiaorong!" quietly learned the way Wu Dequan spoke.

Wu Xinrong covered her mouth and smiled happily.

Quietly picked up the fruit that had been put on the plate and ate it.

Sister Qin came over with another plate of fruit. "Xiao An, eat this plate, I specially picked it for you. ”

Sister Qin squeezed her eyebrows, Wu Xinrong took a closer look, and sure enough, what Sister Qin held in her hand was better than those on the table.

Quietly took the fruit, took out a red envelope from her pocket, and stuffed it into Sister Qin's pocket. "Good luck for the new year!"

Sister Qin went to serve the food.

"Why didn't you remind me to give a red envelope? Good people let you do it!" Wu Xinrong felt that she was slightly compared.

"Do you think that I will rely on the red envelope for the New Year, and Sister Qin will leave me fruit?" quietly brought the fruit to Wu Xinrong.

Wu Xinrong picked a red and big strawberry and took a bite, which was surprisingly sweet. "Then what do you rely on, you teach me. ”

Wu Xinrong's humble desire for advice.

"Actually, you love Jing Wenyuan, don't you?" leaned his back on the countertop of the kitchen cupboard.

"Aren't you talking about Sister Qin, why did you get to the well and Wenyuan?"

"You answer me first. ”

Wu Xinrong replied with difficulty. "Hmm. ”

"You and his son were born, and when he was sent to the hospital for surgery, you were going to cry and faint outside the operating room, how could it be so difficult for you to admit that you loved him?"

Quietly put the fruit back on the countertop. "You love Jing Wenyuan, but you always act disappreciative, even dispensable, don't you think there's a problem?"

"I ......" Wu Xinrong wanted to speak and stopped.

Quiet empathy stays online for a long time. "Xiao Rong, no one is born to be good to another. The relationship between people and people needs to be maintained for a long time. Don't see loving someone as a constraint on you, love is not a threat, but a bond between you and him. ”

Quietly patted Wu Xinrong's hand. "Fade the protective color on your body, from now on, Jing Wenyuan, Dad Wu will protect you. Even if you are sitting on a fortune of 100 billion, it is not as enviable as being carefree. ”

"Why are you so annoying, for the New Year, do you have to let me shed tears to be satisfied?" Wu Xinrong wiped the tears that flowed from her eyes with her hands.

Wu Xinrong approached and said to Jingjing: "But that iron face still doesn't like me, as soon as I come today, he will hide upstairs." When relatives at home came, he just came down to say hello and went upstairs. ”

"He's going to like you, give him some time. ”

Serve the fruit quietly.

"Why are you going?" Wu Xinrong called to be quiet.

"Go upstairs to see the iron face, I'm afraid that he will really become a piece of iron in the long run. "I want to talk about "Bonding Power" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~