The pillar of light became brighter and brighter, and it didn't stop until Li Xiaoxue and Zhong Youcheng came to him.

Li Xiaoxue recognized at a glance that the car parked in front of her belonged to Han Haitao.

"Haitao?" Li Xiaoxue secretly screamed, only to feel a chill in her heart, so she lowered her head.

Han Haitao's car only stopped for half a minute, bypassed Li Xiaoxue, and drove over.

Li Xiaoxue splashed her face with the rain from Han Haitao's wheels, and she didn't look at it again, only listening to the sound of the car gradually disappearing in the rain.

In the end, Li Xiaoxue still stopped a taxi and sent Zhong Youcheng to the hospital.

Zhong Youcheng was depressed, and secondly, he was drenched in the rain, and his body was already weak and sick.

Hyperpyrexia. Thirty-nine degrees five.

Li Xiaoxue wanted to leave after Zhong Youcheng was settled, but it was also because it was night, and someone in the hospital must accompany her.

Of course, Li Xiaoxue can also slip, but only Zhong Youcheng, who is burned to a mess, is left alone in the hospital, and she can't bear it after all.

After all, two people can be considered a relationship. It's just a dog, right?—oh, how can it be like that?

Zhong Youcheng lost two bottles of medicine, and his body temperature had not come down much, lying on the hospital bed, occasionally saying a word or two of confused words.

Li Xiaoxue sat on the side, not knowing what she could help, so she took a small spoon and fed Zhong Youcheng cold and white open little by little.

While feeding Zhong Youcheng water, Li Xiaoxue's eyes flashed back and forth when Han Haitao drove away.

She felt that she should feel guilty about Han Haitao because of this, but she didn't, not only did she not, but even, she seemed to be relieved of something.

Is it because she doesn't need to deceive Han Haitao about her relationship with Zhong Youcheng anymore, and she feels relieved? She didn't know. However, at this time, she was by Zhong Youcheng's side, and she already felt much more at ease.

Han Haitao should have come to find her. Probably, it was because she didn't receive the phone call she had agreed upon.

She didn't know what Han Haitao was thinking when he parked the car in front of her. At that time, it was raining heavily, and through the swaying window of the wipers, she could only see Han Haitao's blurred outline.

She didn't know that Han Haitao didn't get out of the car, and he left her without asking. Although Han Haitao saw her hugging the unconscious Zhong Youcheng, with his attitude towards her in the old days, at least, he should ask about it.

Could it be that Han Haitao also heard something about her and Zhong Youcheng? However, who can explain the interaction between her and Zhong Youcheng clearly and pertinently?

And she really doesn't want to explain anything to Han Haitao anymore. For her and Zhong Youcheng, she has explained too much, although the object of explanation has never been Han Haitao.

If Han Haitao really loves her, she feels that no matter what she does, there is no need to deliberately explain it.

Han Haitao should be able to understand her, and he should believe in her.

If Han Haitao can really ask her calmly and with an attitude of mutual trust, she may also have a good talk with Han Haitao. And the active explanation, she really didn't want to.

During this period of time, she really felt a little anxious. She didn't want to rub salt on her wounds and make it worse.

Her greater hope now is that she can adjust herself well.

Anyone other than herself, whether it is Li Mu, Han Haitao, Zhong Youcheng, Tang Aijia, Cao Yingying, in her opinion, no one needs to be adjusted more than her.

There are still more than ten days left on the holiday, and she really wants to go on a solo trip.

"Traveling Alone" ...... grown so big, this is almost her Li Xiaoxue's most willful idea.

Zhong Youcheng took in some water, his lips were not so dry and purple, and he muttered, as if he had more words.

Li Xiaoxue thought that Zhong Youcheng needed something, so she put down the water glass in her hand, and her ears were closer to Zhong Youcheng.

Still can't hear clearly, what came out of Zhong Youcheng's mouth seemed to be a moan again.

Li Xiaoxue still wanted to continue to feed Zhong Youcheng, but Zhong Youcheng's voice suddenly became louder again.

Li Xiaoxue finally heard that Zhong Youcheng was calling her name.

It was Xiaoxue who was screaming, not Li Xiaoxue.

Although Li Xiaoxue listened uncomfortably, she still leaned closer and asked, "Do you want anything?" ”

Zhong Youcheng, whose eyes were closed, had an expression on his face that became more and more painful, and the voice of "Xiaoxue" became even more urgent.

Li Xiaoxue only thought that Zhong Youcheng was uncomfortable, and said, "I'll find a doctor", and was about to get up.

Zhong Youcheng stretched out two hands, and grabbed Li Xiaoxue's hand.

Li Xiaoxue struggled back a few times, but she didn't break free, and in a hurry, she said to Zhong Youcheng: "Zhong Youcheng, this is the hospital, if you do this again, I will call someone!" ”

"Light snow! Light snow! Forgive me! Forgive me! Zhong Youcheng only said this, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"I forgive you, I forgive you." Li Xiaoxue had no choice but to say so.

Zhong Youcheng still refused to let go, and there were some sobs in his voice: "Xiaoxue, in this world, you are the only one who treats me well." I'm so muddy, I'm going to hurt you. But I really like you. More and more, I find that I really can't live without you. For the past few days, whenever you leave me, my whole heart will be empty. I'm in agony as I look at my drawing board, sketching out every stroke of your line. I've never felt like this. Really, growing up, I didn't feel like there was anyone around me that I couldn't lose. It's my grandmother, and when my grandmother who raised me so big died, I didn't feel this way. Probably, I shouldn't have said that, but, Koyuki, it's true. It's like I can't lose my eyes, - no, eyes are nothing! I can't lose my art, just like I can't lose my whole life, I can't live without you......"

"No," Li Xiaoxue couldn't listen any longer, interrupted Zhong Youcheng, and said, "Zhong Youcheng, don't talk like this anymore, okay?" You should know what I'm associating with you for. ”

"I'm going to go on, I'm going to have to go on! If I don't say these words, I will regret it for the rest of my life! Zhong Youcheng said, his voice had risen a lot.

"Do you regret it? If you're happy, how will others feel? Li Xiaoxue said in her heart, she heard the sound of someone walking in the corridor, and she was afraid that Zhong Youcheng would shout again, so she had to say: "You say, you say!" ”

Zhong Youcheng was relieved, and a happy smile appeared on his face: "The night we first met, when we hugged and kissed, I could feel that we were destined. Many people say that I Zhong Youcheng is unreliable, but in fact, I am the most serious person in life. I have never given up on my pursuit of art because I know that I am quite talented in art. I can definitely make it. I can definitely become a master of the arts! In this case, Xiaoxue, really, I actually only told you alone. You're the most graphic person I've ever met. I think, from green silk to white head, you who have painted a lifetime. I want to preserve the beauty of every moment of your life. I want you to be my model, to be my woman. ”

Li Xiaoxue finally listened to Zhong Youcheng's words, persuaded Zhong Youcheng to sleep well, and secretly twitched his hand again.

"Nope! Don't leave me! Zhong Youcheng screamed again eagerly, and opened his eyes.

Li Xiaoxue was startled by Zhong Youcheng's shout first, and then saw that Zhong Youcheng opened his eyes, and the hand that he didn't withdraw was as if it was burning in a raging fire, and he was even more at a loss.

Zhong Youcheng looked at Li Xiaoxue, and then at the ward, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and asked in surprise, "This, this is ......?"

Li Xiaoxue was about to say that Zhong Youcheng had a high fever and fainted, when someone called again.

This book is derived from reading the rim