Early the next morning, Xiang Hui returned to the door of the ward. He was still sitting in the same seat as yesterday, with an extra thermos beside him.

He didn't think about whether such a move was appropriate, but just subconsciously did it. As for why, he didn't think about it. If the past thirteen years of evasion have made him gradually blur his guilt, then the moment An Su stood in front of him, the scenes that happened back then came to his mind one by one, and his wandering soul seemed to have nowhere to put it. Repentance or atonement. He didn't dare to expect An Su to forgive her, he only hoped that he could do something for her, even if it was a trivial matter.

Xiang Hui leaned back in his chair and looked intently at the snow-white wall in front of him, where there were no advertisements or slogans pasted on the hospital, and all he could see was a blank space. Sometimes, a blank space is also good, better than a stain. He really thinks so, and really hopes that his past is a blank, without love, hatred, ignorance, and guilt. But life has not been repeated, and to this day, even if he can stay away from love, hatred, and ignorance, he is still guilty. It was a stain that he could not wash away in his life. After a sleepless night, he couldn't resist the burst of sleepiness that came to him, so he leaned back in his chair and took a nap.

In the haze, Xiang Hui came to a very large venue, not too high a stage, and he was standing on the stage at the moment, with chairs on three sides below, but there was no one in sight, and the emptiness was a little frightening. Looking back behind him, it was pitch black behind him, and the stage was long, stretching to the end of the darkness. He understood that he was on the runway, and he was standing at the front of the runway.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and a strange music sounded, beginning low, gradually getting higher and higher, and there seemed to be a whispered incantation in the middle, as if it came from a distant valley, and it seemed to come from the end of the darkness, and it was terrifying to hear. With a loud "pop", a beam of strong light lit up at the other end of the catwalk, and he subconsciously looked at the light source, and suddenly felt dazzling, and couldn't help but raise his hand to block his eyes. In the backlight, he saw the figure of a young girl appear and walk slowly towards him, feeling so lonely and desolate. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could feel that the footsteps were so heavy, like a shoe on the sole of a shoe, and every step sounded heavily, and one dull loud bang after another was like a hammer striking on his heart, and his heart could not help but shrink one after another.

The figure was getting closer and closer, the skirt gently floating up as it moved, and the light behind it shone through the light fabric of the skirt, revealing a mysterious, sad purple. The purple dress is so familiar. By the way, it's the "lonely elf", the series of dresses designed by Ansu. Xiang Hui was shocked for a while, the girl had already walked up to him. Confused, he clearly saw that it was Ansu thirteen years ago, and he was looking at him resentmently at the moment. He couldn't help but tremble, and couldn't say a word, he could only watch with straight eyes as An Su slowly raised his right hand, and in his hand was a knife, which was stained with red blood, dripping down drop by drop, which was so shocking. He shook his head trembling and stepped back. Suddenly, with a foot in the air, he fell off the catwalk.

Xiang Hui woke up suddenly, sweat had soaked his back, and he couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The morning light had shone into the ward through the gap in the curtain, Xia Bizhu opened her eyes, fumbled to find the mobile phone on the side, picked it up and looked at it, it was already past six o'clock. An Su didn't sleep well all night, and she also woke up and fell asleep. She got up, saw that An Su had not woken up yet, and washed up briefly, knowing that He Xiangnuan would not come over for class this morning, and was going to go out to buy breakfast for An Su.

As soon as I opened the ward, I saw Xiang Hui sitting in the corridor. Xia Bizhu's first thought was that he wouldn't have sat here all night. But it was quickly overturned, because she saw that he was not wearing yesterday's suit, but a casual outfit, with a thermos beside him. When did he leave and when did he return?

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiang Hui was startled, and suddenly felt an urge to run away. He clenched his hands and took a deep breath before looking back at the room. Seeing that it was Xia Bizhu, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up.

Xia Bizhu saw that although he had changed into neat clothes and looked a lot more energetic, the deep dark circles under his eyes obviously had not slept all night.

"Morning, lawyer Xiang."

The corners of Xiang Hui's mouth rose slightly, and he nodded to greet Xia Bizhu with a smile: "Miss Xia is early." Is she awake? ”

Xia Bizhu shook her head and asked hesitantly, "...... are you?"

Although she guessed that Xiang Hui was here to bring breakfast to Ansu, it was not easy to ask directly. This passerby seemed to care more about Anthan than they did. But no matter how she knocked on the side last night, An Su just didn't want to talk about it.

Xiang Hui handed over the thermos: "Don't tell her I sent it." ”

Xia Bizhu took it, looked at Xiang Hui, and then looked at the thermos in her hand, not knowing what to say. Dai Ansu thanked him, it seemed that he didn't need it at all, it seemed that all this was taken for granted, and they were so close that they didn't need half a word of thanks. Nod, it seems too raw. Why is all this so inexplicable?

Xia Bizhu held the thermos in both hands, and watched Xiang Hui turn around and leave in a daze.

Passerby? The devil believes.

Although Ansu still hasn't woken up, the curtains in the ward have been halfway drawn. Xia Bizhu has a habit of pulling back the curtains at home as long as it is daytime, because she likes sunlight. Whether it is Bizhu or morning dew, it will disappear with the rising of the sun, but she still yearns for the sun and the light infinitely.

Xia Bizhu sat against the window, raised her chin slightly, and closed her eyes. The soft morning light sprinkled on her face, the already fair skin was almost transparent, the long eyelashes fit the eye sockets motionlessly, the bridge of the nose was straight, the lips were slightly open, whether it was the front face or the side face, her contours and facial features were impeccable, and at this moment she was even more beautiful than the fireworks in the world.

Ansu opened her eyes and saw such a beautiful scene that made her breath away. She still remembers the first time she met Xia Bizhu.

It was the year she had just graduated and was doing market research. Because I didn't eat, I almost fainted in the square at the entrance of the mall because I had low blood sugar. Xia Bizhu happened to pass by and helped her. At that time, Xia Bizhu helped her to sit by the flower pond for a while, ran to help her buy a cup of milk tea and sandwiches, and what moved her even more was that she also bought her a small bag of candy for her to carry with her. In this era when you see strangers falling, you will stay away to avoid making trouble for yourself, Xia Bizhu's actions warm An Su. Ordinary beauties may not impress people too much, but a beauty like Xia Bizhu with a captivating appearance can be unforgettable, not to mention a beauty with both beauty and kindness.

thought that the two would meet again and would not meet again. Unexpectedly, half a year later, when Ansu went to do market research again, she ran into Xia Bizhu in another shopping mall. At that time, Ansu was looking at the window display in front of a women's clothing counter. Through the window, I saw a woman making display adjustments, explaining to the clerk while making adjustments. For each product in her hand, she can accurately say the model number, price, FAB and related best matching. At that time, An Su listened quietly on the side, secretly admiring. When the woman turned around after she was busy, she found that it was actually Xia Bizhu. To her surprise, Xia Bizhu also recognized her. Both of them are engaged in the clothing industry, one is a designer, and the other is a supervisor who directly faces the terminal, and there are too many common topics when they chat. Soon, the two became friends.

Ansu sat up, half-leaning on the bed, admiring the beautiful scene in front of the window. Xia Bizhu's kindness to herself, in addition to taking care of her life, also has no reason to maintain, which made her very moved. If there is anyone else in this world who is worthy of her trust, it is He Xiangnuan and Xia Bizhu. To her, the two were more of her relatives than her friends. Of course, she still has her mother, but she has always resented her mother because of that incident. She resented her mother for thirteen years, resented her for sending her away so recklessly, hated her for being afraid of power and complicity with them. For so many years, except for the death of her grandmother, she has never returned home, and she has avoided her mother.

After a long time, Xia Bizhu opened her eyes and looked back at the hospital bed. Although the morning light is not dazzling, it is still a little uncomfortable when I first open my eyes. In a haze, he met Ansu, who was smiling and groaning. Although the smile is shallow, Xia Bizhu feels very bright and warm. She thought: Is Ansu the one who has warmed the lonely child countless times with this sincere smile? For example, now.

The two friends smiled at each other for a few seconds.

"Awake?"

Ansu smiled and nodded.

"I see you couldn't sleep well all night last night, do you still hurt?"

"It's much better than yesterday." Ansu said as she got out of bed and put on her shoes.

"You go wash up first, and the nurse will come and draw blood later." Blood should be drawn on an empty stomach, and breakfast should be eaten after the blood is drawn. ”

"Yesterday I shed a lot of blood, and I still smoked? It's annoying to draw blood at every turn! Ansu muttered as he walked to the bathroom.

"It's all routine checks." Xia Bizhu said while cleaning up the hospital bed.

After An Su finished washing, he walked out of the bathroom and saw Xia Bizhu ring the call bell at the bedside. Thinking that it was already past eight o'clock, Xia Bizhu would definitely not be at work today, but she still asked: "You are off today?" ”

"Hmmm! After so many extra shifts, it will be cleared at the end of the year if it is not adjusted, so I applied for three consecutive days off. The painter has a class this morning, I am here to accompany you in the morning, he comes at noon, and I will go home and make soup for you. ”

"Knowing I didn't sleep well last night, you certainly didn't sleep much. You go home in the afternoon and get a good night's sleep, you don't have to come so early. ”

"Good!"

The nurse pushed the door in, and An Su reluctantly stretched out her arm for her to draw blood.

After the blood was drawn, the nurse advised: "You have to go for an electrocardiogram, brain CT and basic otolaryngology examination after breakfast." Then, I have to come back for injections, and there are three cans of potion to be injected this morning. ”

An Su remembered what she had seen on the Internet before, and now when she enters the hospital, she is hanging water at every turn. She has a good physique and rarely goes to the hospital since she was a child. I was hospitalized for the first time, and I was disgusted: "With so many antibiotics, is it okay to take a little less?" ”

The nurse patiently explained: "Your wound is on the head, the wound is so deep, and you don't need anti-inflammatory drugs in hot weather, it is easy to get infected." ”

Ansu watched depressedly as the nurse pushed the cart out of the ward.

Xia Bizhu looked at An Su funny, and An Su glared at her.

Xia Bizhu opened the thermos pot, filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to her: "Okay, let's drink porridge." Without waiting for Ansu to ask, she continued, "I've already eaten outside." ”

An Su took the porridge, looked at the thermos pot and asked suspiciously, "Where did the porridge come from?" You're not going to go home in the middle of the night to make porridge, are you? ”

"Bought it outside." Xia Bizhu didn't look at her and covered the rest of the porridge.

"There is also a thermos pot for porridge sellers?" Ansu clearly didn't believe it.

"You think beautifully, I bought this pot. Can the disposable lunch box on the outside keep warm? Xia Bizhu lied, her face was not red or coarse.

Ansu tasted it and said, "I'm sure you didn't cook it, your craftsmanship is not so bad." It's not that I'm a mouthful, the takeaway near this hospital is really not delicious. ”

Xia Bizhu chuckled, thinking that the person who cooked porridge must have little experience, and imagined that he was busy at home before dawn.