Time passed in the blink of an eye, and on the branches of the peach tree, there were still peach blossoms with buds waiting to be released. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In Nancheng Central Hospital, Zhong Kui and Luo Mo's mother were taking care of Luo Mo who had just undergone transplant surgery in the ward, and no one was more nervous than her and Luo Mo's mother, the operation was going on for more than four hours, and these four hours seemed like a century.

"The operation was a success, and it is expected that in less than two days, the patient will be able to remove the bandage." The doctor came over and smiled and gave a dose of reassurance, which was to give Zhong Kui and Mao Mo's mother a dose of reassurance.

"When will Luo Mo wake up?" Zhong Kui looked at Luo Mo who was lying quietly on the bed, and his little face was a little pale.

"It's going to take a while for the anesthetic to work, wait." After the doctor finished speaking, he walked out of the room.

"Xiaokui, don't you still have classes to attend today, go to class quickly, there is a mother here." Mother Luo Mo looked at Zhong Kui, in her eyes, I don't know if it was guilt or something flashed, Zhong Kui didn't see it.

"It's okay, Mom." Zhong Kui shook his head and looked at the Mo lying on the bed, "I'm not at ease at school, I'm here to accompany my mother to watch the Mo here, I should be happy to see me when I wake up." ”

After all, Momo's mother didn't say anything more, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

Zhong Kui sat on the edge of the hospital bed, looked at the sleeping Mo, and pinched Mo's nose lightly.

"You little ghost, you must be very happy in your heart."

At night, Luo Mo finally woke up.

"Mom, Sister Xiaokui." When he felt that Zhong Kui and Luo Mo's mother were by his side, Luo Mo's heart finally settled down, after all, he was also a child, and he looked indifferent, but he was still a little immature.

"Awake? How does it feel? Zhong Kui, who was originally drowsy in front of the hospital bed, heard the voice of Mao Mo and stood up instantly.

"Don't worry, the operation was successful, and in two days, the gauze will be removed." Mother Luo Mo stroked the broken hair on Luo Mo's forehead with pity, and her tone was full of gentleness.

"The peach tree of Uncle's house next door must be blooming beautifully, and I can smell the fragrance of peach blossoms every year." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, that kind of darkness really did not want to go back.

"Yes, so you can also learn your painting well, and then you can also go to school, meet a lot of friends, and then ah, find a beautiful little girlfriend in the future, by the way, you are so smart, I am sure that the teacher likes you very much." Zhong Kui lay in front of the hospital bed and joked with a smile, as if he had sketched the scene after the ink.

"Yes." Mo smiled, and his pale little face showed a faint smile.

Sister, in fact, what I think is just the first glance of taking apart the gauze, what you can see is you, it's good.

At night, I don't know how many flowers and trees are blooming, and the elves are hiding in the buds, dreaming heavily.

When the gauze was dismantled layer by layer, Mao Mo's hands trembled a little, this day really Lu Mo waited for a long time, he could see the colorful world again, he could see the scenery outside the window, he could see the traffic on the road, he could see whether the peach blossoms of the neighbor's Ah Niu had bloomed, and he could see his sister, Zhong Kui.

When the moment Luo Mo opened his eyes, he was in a trance, there were countless ghosts in front of him, not endless black, slowly, the ghosts began to overlap together, standing in front of him, was a very beautiful girl, delicate like a porcelain doll, this is Zhong Kui.

"Do you see that?" When the moment the ink opened his eyes, he also amazed Zhong Kui, these eyes are really a work of God's fine carving, like a Milky Way falling into the pupils of the ink, crystal clear, shining, with a classic smile and that cute tiger teeth, Zhong Kui can no longer think of any words to describe, only remember a poem that the fat man Ma Liang had read before, "The eyebrows are like the spring breeze in March, and the eyes are like stars falling into the spring." "It's the perfect place to put it here.

It's just that, from the eyes of Luo Mo, Zhong Kui actually has a different feeling, a very familiar feeling, so familiar that after watching it for a long time, there is an inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry, and Zhong Kui doesn't know why he has such a feeling.

"Sister." Luo Mo screamed softly, and then looked at Luo Mo's mother, who was standing outside the door crying with joy, showed a faint smile, and stood up.

"Mom, I saw it." Luo Mo walked in front of Mao Mo's mother, and looked at the young and beautiful mother who had been in her impression, and she had aged so much over the years.

"Yes." Mother Mao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled, and was so excited that she didn't know what to say, so she hugged Luo Mo into her arms, and then hugged Zhong Kui in her arms, closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't help crying quietly.

"At home, you still have to pay attention to it in the past two days, take the medicine until you take it, and come to the hospital every three days for a recheck, just fine." After the doctor finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"The doctor." Nakakui suddenly seemed to remember something and called the doctor.

"Huh? Anything else? The doctor stopped.

"The person who donated my brother's cornea, don't you really know who it is?" Zhong Kui had also heard from her mother before that the person who donated her cornea was reluctant to reveal any information about herself.

"Well, we don't know much about the donor, the information he left is all fake, and it seems that he doesn't want others to know, and the cornea was also taken out of a hospital elsewhere, not in our hospital." The doctor thought for a moment and said.

"Well, well, thank you, doctor." Nakakui didn't think too much about it, nodded his head, and sent the doctor away.

helped Luo Mo go through the discharge procedures, and the family finally returned home.

Luo Mo looked at everything very fresh, the walls full of moss, and the peach branches of the uncle's house next door were blooming with delicate flowers.

When I walked to my room, I looked at the easel in the corner, where there was still a half-painted graffiti.

"Well, are you shocked by your amazing paintings?" Zhong Kui said with a smile from behind the ink.

"Yes, I used to imagine what my paintings would look like, but I didn't expect them to be so good." Luo Mo smiled and did it, touched the half-painted painting, readjusted the paint, and lost the unknown color before, and the color that came out this time was very good-looking.

"You're really getting thicker." Zhong Kui stood aside, just quietly watching Luo Mo sitting in front of the easel, his serious and quiet appearance was more like a painting.

In this way, he unconsciously painted in front of the easel for nearly two hours, and halfway through, his mother came in twice and persuaded him to use his eyes less and not be tired anymore, but he had to finish the painting.

"Okay?" Zhong Kui was lying in front of the desk in the room of the ink, making up for the homework that had been left behind in the past few days, when he heard the sound of the ink putting down the brush, he turned to look at the ink.

"Well, sister, come and see." He stood up with a smile.

When Zhong Kui walked to the front of the painting, he was really stunned, the original chaotic graffiti, was actually saved by the ink, as if a few strokes were added at random, but there was no messy before, mountains, water, trees, pulling people closer to an artistic conception, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, sure enough, the painting talent of the ink is really innate.

"It's a lot better than before, not bad." Nakakui praised from the bottom of his heart.

Just now, Nakakui was attracted by the scenery in the painting, but I didn't notice that this scenery actually resembles the outline of a human face, the more closely you look at it, the more it looks like a human face, and why is this face so familiar.

"This, me?" Zhong Kui asked with some uncertainty, this is really amazing, how old is Yang Mo, he can actually paint such an esoteric painting.

"Yes." Luo Mo nodded, the mountains and rivers are the kamikaze as the bones, the hibiscus is like a face and a willow is like an eyebrow, and the first thing he wanted to paint for Zhong Kui when he opened his eyes.

"Sister, if you like it, I'll draw it for you every day."

"I don't want it, the painting is so ugly, what if someone else sees it and thinks I'm as ugly as the painting, and I can't find the prince?" Zhong Kui smiled a little arrogantly.

"Then I'll raise my sister."

The little two of them were thinking about their future plans in the room like this, evaluating how strange the previous paintings of Luo Mo were, saying that the Gu family wore a special flower shirt a few days ago, and that Ma Liang, who was friends with her every day, desperately lost weight, and more, yes, Zhong Kui said, and Mao Mo listened.

"Sister, it would be nice if time could stay here forever."