On the table on the balcony of the bedroom, there was a large bouquet of fiery roses in the crystal vase, and on the soft velvet handkerchief next to it was the blood jade that Zhou Xiao'an gave to Pan Mingyuan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The color of the blood jade has changed from black and red to a light red, and even began to turn white.

Zhou Xiao'an, like Blood Jade, was completely overdrawn in energy, and he fell uncontrollably on the couch on the balcony, unable to even sit still, and slid down and lay on it softly.

Through the carved black cast-iron balustrade of the balcony, you can see a slender young man concentrating on a painting under the horse chestnut trees in the garden downstairs with his back to the last rays of sunset.

The Oriental girl in the painting has a fluttering skirt, smart eyes, and a large bouquet of roses standing under the huge rose tree in the garden, which is as beautiful as a dream.

"Wife, go find Sixteen...... Zhou Xiaoan was angry, and used his last strength to smile at the wife, "Go find Sixteen, let him take good care of you......"

The wife went to find Sixteen, and Zhou Xiaoan was so weak that he only had time to let himself enter the space, and he completely lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, the phone she was using to keep time had already stopped counting because it had exceeded the limit of calculations.

She was also unable to move except for consciousness. Even the brain is sluggish, like a machine with a severe lack of power, whether it is physical or mental, it is completely inoperable.

I don't know how long I lay down again, and Zhou Xiaoan could barely move his fingers.

It took long breaks after long breaks for her to regain her mobility little by little.

The process was long and painful, the cells in her body seemed to be drained of all energy, and the process of waiting and recovering was like a remodeling, which was more uncomfortable than she could have imagined.

By the time she could finally sit up, she felt as if she had been in the space for a lifetime.

It was indeed a long, long time, and she returned from the space to the sofa on the balcony of Pan Mingyuan's bedroom, and it was already dark outside.

There was no one in Pan Mingyuan's bedroom, and his patient and gentle voice came from the corridor, "Lady, why don't you go to sleep?" ”

"I went to look for An An, why can't An An come over?"

"Shall you go to bed first? In the future, I will accompany you back to find An An. ”

"An An hasn't eaten sugar eggs yet......"

"Wife, I'll go to the room to accompany you, can you tell me about An An?"

……

As the grandfather and grandson spoke, a nasal British accent rang out, "Please, LadyandMrJames."

Then came the sound of the door opening and closing for them.

Zhou Xiaoan didn't have the strength to call Pan Mingyuan, she could only sit on the sofa and look at the lake glowing silver and the tall and lush beech forest in the distance under the bright moonlight.

Smell the roses in the air, look at the old horse chestnut and the gracefully shaped laurel trees in the garden downstairs, and the exquisite furniture in the bedroom, the books spread out on the table and the flowers in full bloom.

In the corridor, the sound of the English butler sternly and rigidly instructing the maid to bring black tea to their grandchildren, and the sound of the maid walking quickly and lightly.

Everything is so beautiful and safe, this is the life that people like Mrs. Tai and Pan Mingyuan should live.

Zhou Xiaoan closed his eyes with a smile, took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of flowers, and remembered this beautiful and quiet night.

That's it.

It's okay to meet Pan Mingyuan or not.

Knowing that he was finally living the life of his dreams, with the faithful servants and grandmothers left by his grandfather, she could leave without any regrets.

Reaching out to take away the bouquet of roses on the table, Zhou Xiaoan disappeared silently into the pleasant summer night of British Mayflowers.

Only the reddish blood jade on the table flashed a few times, and then calmed down again.

Zhou Xiaoan didn't dare to delay any longer, she didn't know how long she had been delayed in the space.

When she came, it was just about to end in Manchester's dusk, and it was already night when she got out of space, and she had to hurry back.

Regardless of the fact that her body had not yet recovered, Zhou Xiaoan tried her best to stimulate her consciousness, and finally returned to the data room when she used up her last trace of energy, and she lost consciousness completely before she had time to glance at the tall wooden bookshelf.

When I woke up again, it was different from every coma, my consciousness was blurry, and I was not fully awake several times.

For the first time, I only felt that she was lying in the chaotic ward, her hand was held tightly by someone, and there was an urgent voice in her ears, Zhou Xiaoan's eyelids were heavy and her brain was numb, and she didn't even have the strength to think, but her brain couldn't react when she heard the sound, and she fell into a coma again after just looking at the roof of the shed.

When she woke up for the second time, the ward seemed to be much quieter, Zhou Xiaoan opened her eyes and saw the door facing her, room 06 on the 4th floor, she felt that this number was so familiar, but her dull brain refused to operate, and then she heard the voice of the little potato almost changing her voice, "Doctor!" Wake up! An An woke up! ”

Then she was surrounded by doctors and nurses, her eyes were illuminated by bright lights, her arms were pierced with needles, and cold potions pushed in.

Zhou Xiaoan couldn't be at the mercy of others at all, and only reacted before falling into a coma again, Room 06 on the 4th floor, this is the ward where Teacher Fan died......

How could she be in the intensive care unit? Is she going to die too......

Once again, she was choked, the dull pain of not being able to breathe and the fluid in her trachea made her cough out violently, her chest and respiratory tract were burning uncomfortably, she had no strength and couldn't help coughing, and she was tortured to the point that she almost suffocated again.

She felt like she was being helped up, and a woman's voice in her ear eagerly explained, "I'm careful! What's going on! Little Ann! Are you awake? Don't scare the big sister! ”

This time, Zhou Xiaoan was able to think and recognized that it was her eldest sister Zhou Xiaoxian who was talking.

But there was still no strength in his body, and he couldn't do anything except be suffocated and had to cough weakly.

When she finally used all her strength to relieve the pain and suffocation, she realized that she was lying on one lap, being controlled upside down, similar to the position of drowning and water control, which was very uncomfortable but also effective in alleviating the crisis of her choking.

Not a small potato, he is not so strong and powerful.

Although Zhou Xiaoan was a little conscious, his body was tossed to the point that he had exhausted the little strength that he had easily accumulated, and hung on people's laps like rag dolls, feeling that this appearance was really embarrassing, but he couldn't move.

Fortunately, she was quickly helped up and lay flat on the bed.

Zhou Xiaoan didn't have the strength to open his eyes, but he could hear the voices around him.

Zhou Xiaoxian cautiously begged with the person who accused her, "I, let's come, I'll feed her a little bit this time, and I promise not to choke ......"

The man didn't say anything, but certainly didn't answer her, for she was some distance from the bed and muttered to herself, "I'm just heavy on my hands, and I'm used to it...... I will definitely pay attention to ...... in the future."

With the crisp sound of porcelain gently colliding, something warm gently pried open Zhou Xiao'an's lips and teeth, and a very thin warm current flowed into her mouth.

It was very slow and patient, and this time it didn't choke her at all before it flowed into her stomach.

Again and again, each time it was almost a few drops, but it continued to be fed for a long time, and the patience and carefulness made Zhou Xiaoan, the person who eats, begin to admire.

Zhou Xiaoan slept peacefully in such patience and gentleness, and had no strength to think about who this would be, but there was a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.) )