Outside, it started to rain. No one brought an umbrella, Song Yanheng looked at the rain outside, and still gave his coat to Song Chu: "You ******** wait for me here, I'll drive." ”

And then already went into the rain.

Song Chu looked up at the beginning of the year and looked at the fine and dense rain. The water vapor is damp, foggy, and somewhat trance-like. In the distance, buildings and trees were shrouded in a web woven by heavy rain. The people who passed in front of the building walked in front of her in a hurry, holding umbrellas.

Song Chu was a little confused. Where is she going?

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew up the rain and hit Song Chu's face, which was cold and cold. But because of Song Yanheng's coat, Song Chuchu's body was not cold at all.

She tightened her coat, and the warmth was shrouded, Song Chu was very greedy, so she wanted to keep it warm, just fine.

Song Yanheng walked over with an umbrella. Under the rain curtain, his deep facial features softened due to the infiltration of water vapor. But a pair of eyes were unusually dark, like a deep dream.

Song Chuchu watched Song Yanheng walk to him. Song Yanheng's clothes were all wet, he didn't care at all, and gave the umbrella to Song Chuchu: "You can hold it yourself, my clothes are wet, and when I walk with you, your clothes will be wet too." ”

Song Chuchu moved the umbrella to Song Yanheng's side and said softly: "It's okay." ”

There were towels on the bus, as well as a change of clothes. Song Chu took it over and asked Song Yanheng to replace it.

She herself was clean and refreshing, and there was no moisture at all.

Song Yanheng did not send Song Chu home. She lives a bit far from the hospital, which has hotels nearby. Song Yanheng sent people there directly.

Song Chu lay on the bed at the beginning of the year, looking at the heavy rain outside the window. Raindrops fall on the glass, making a dull sound.

Ear. It was the sound of Song Yanheng's shower.

Song Chu watched quietly like this until the door opened in the bathroom.

Song Yanheng came out of it and changed into a new set of clothes. He wiped his hair with a towel, his black hair was messy, lining his deep facial features, and there was an evil aura that was different from the past.

Seeing that Song Chu was still awake, Song Yanheng's movements paused: "Did I disturb you?" ”

Song Chu shook his head. Long strands of hair were wrapped around the snow-white pillow. "Nope."

Song Yanheng didn't speak again, lost the towel, and turned on the computer to play the piano music that Song Chu often listened to. He went over and closed the curtains again.

The room was instantly quiet and warm.

Song Yanheng walked to the side of the bed, lowered his head and gently stroked Song Chu's face. The girl's face was cold, and he helped her tuck the corners of the quilt and whispered, "You have a good night's sleep." Don't think about anything. I'm here with you. ”

Song Chuchu looked at Song Yanheng above. How good he is to her, from now on, there will never be a person who can treat her like him, right?

Song Yanheng turned off the last lamp on the bedside. The room was dark.

There were no footsteps, Song Yanheng sat on the sofa next to the bed, accompanying Song Chu.

Song Chu felt like crying again. However, Song Yanheng was looking at her, the room was dark, and she wasn't sure if he could see it. But she didn't want him to worry. Not at all.

Music hypnosis, Song Chu fell asleep.

When you wake up. It's already afternoon. The bedroom door was ajar, and a little light came out.

Song lifted the quilt at the beginning of the year. The long hair fell softly on her shoulders, and Song Chu walked to the door with very light steps and looked outside.

There is a kitchen in the suite, right in the hallway. Song Yanheng was at the cooking table, cooking.

Song Yanheng's cooking skills are not as good as at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, so the task of cooking usually falls on the body of Song Chu.

Song Chu hadn't seen him for a long time, and Song Yanheng went to cook.

The smell of ginger slowly wafted in the air, Song Yanheng took a bowl to pour ginger tea, and saw Song Chuchu standing in front of the door.

Song Yanheng beckoned to her with a light smile: "Come here, drink some ginger tea." ”

The shallow smile is like the fluttering white clouds in the spring sky. Song Chu lost his mind slightly.

On the table, the meal has been laid out. It's not exquisite, it's all some home-cooked food, which was taught to Song Yanheng at the beginning of the Song Dynasty.

It seems to have returned to the time when the two were not together, when Song was sick at the beginning of the year, and Song Yanheng went to take care of her.

Song Chu tied up his hair and sat down at the dining table. Song Yanheng set up the dishes and chopsticks and sat down opposite her.

There are shredded potatoes, sautéed potatoes, tomatoes and eggs, and seaweed egg drop soup.

Song ate most of the bowl of rice at the beginning of the year, and he was a little stretched, so he sat there and watched Song Yanheng eat.

Song Yanheng asked her, "Isn't it delicious?" ”

Song Chu shook his head: "It's delicious, your cooking skills have improved again." I'm not too hungry though. ”

Song Yanheng smiled: "You taught well." ”

After eating, Song Chu picked up the bowl and put it in the sink.

Song Yanheng stopped her: "There will be a cleaner coming over later, so you don't have to do it." ”

Song Chu avoided it and smiled: "It's okay, labor is good for physical and mental health." ”

The water flow was very strong, and Song Yanheng took the dishes that Song had washed at the beginning of the year, and wiped them with a dry rag. The room was quiet, and the two had a tacit understanding.

The last bowl rushed under the water, and when Song Chuchu handed it to Song Yanheng, he finally opened his mouth: "Later, I'll go to the hospital by myself." ”

Zhao Zhilin didn't want her and Song Yanheng to be together, and Song Chu didn't want them to appear in the hospital together, which made Zhao Zhilin angry.

Song Yanheng looked up at the beginning of the Song Dynasty. The dark and heavy gaze fell on Song Chu, Song Chuchu only felt unbearable, and he didn't even have the courage to look at Song Yanheng.

"It's all here, do you really want to give up, at the beginning of the year."

Song Yanheng called her name, gently shallow and twisted, and the heart of Song Nianchu trembled with pain.

Song Chu clung to the edge of the pool and bowed his head to answer him, "However, I can't leave my mother." ”

Song Yanheng looked at Song Chu. The girl stood there with her head bowed and vulnerable. Obviously a tall girl, weak at the moment, stunned people want to reach out and hold her into their arms.

Song Yanheng was unwilling. Obviously, it is only one step away from success. I persevered the first few times, why do I have to see the ending, but I can't say.

However, he looked at Song Chu and looked at Song Chu's dodging eyes. Seeing that she didn't dare to look up because of guilt, and seeing her tears falling down, he still couldn't bear it.

Song Yanheng finally nodded. He said yes, but his voice was hoarse.

"Okay."

Song Chu looked up at him in some surprise, but he didn't expect Song Yanheng to agree.

Song Yanheng wiped Song Chu's tearful eyes and smiled at her: "I don't want you to be embarrassed." Aunt Zhao's heart is all in you, and you are doing this right. ”

In the end, he was reluctant to make her feel sad.

Song Chu lowered his head and apologized to him. "I'm sorry."

"Needless to say, I'm sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for. Even if they are separated, those good things are still there. (To be continued.) )