The book iris is seriously stuffy, and the whole person is also sullen, and at this point, the desire to explain has long been indifferent.

She sniffed and mumbled in a nasal voice.

There is no nostalgia, turn around and leave.

"Book kite." Behind her, Nie Qing shouted at her, and the suppressed anger finally came out: "You are so greedy, okay, you say how much you want, I will give it to you." ”

She froze, curled up, decadent: "I don't want it, you can keep it for yourself." ”

Nie Qing likes money, she knows it.

At the beginning, didn't she ruthlessly abandon her just for money! That year, the eight-year-old book kite couldn't catch a taxi, and his small body couldn't stop Nie Qing's determination to go.

Nie Qing bit her lower lip, and her voice was hoarse: "What do you want, you must practice yourself." ”

The winter wind blew off the flowers in the flower beds, and the branches broke.

The book kite turned her head suddenly, the snow fell on the tip of her nose, it was very cold, and her fingertips clenched it tightly: "I don't ask for anything, it's always you who want too much, it's you who are not satisfied with the status quo, it's you who are greedy for money." ”

She had never said such heavy words, not to mention that the other party was Nie Qing.

She just thought that the day she died, the world was full of people who hated her.

That's the best.

Nie Qing walked over, with anger and resentment on her face that she had never felt before, and her hand was clenched tightly.

The book kite seemed to guess her next move, but she didn't move, just stood in the wind, her back stiff, until a heavy slap fell on her face.

"Book kite, this slap is for you to wake you up."

Ke Lan pulled her behind him, like an angry lioness guarding her calf: "Auntie! ”

Her face was hot and dizzy, and the book kite looked at her stubbornly and didn't say a word.

It's been a long time.

"Wake up," she said. ”

Wake up thoroughly.

I don't dare to ask for more in this life.

The wind is fierce, and the book kite feels cold,

It turns out that no matter how the world changes, people who like her will become disgusted with her, and those who hate her will still hate her.

The book kite stood at the tuyere, opposite someone else's family of three, tears oozed from her heart, and she felt so ridiculous.

She was overjoyed to see them, and they gave her a slap in the face, and the pupils of the book kite were dim without a trace of color, and she took one last look at the hands that had brushed her hair, and decided to go back to the room.

The weak hand that even pressed the password was shaking.

The living room with the curtains closed was as dark as hell.

She fumbled her way up to the shoe rack.

My head hurt, like a pinprick, and I couldn't breathe.

The world in front of her was pitch black, she couldn't see the light, she couldn't speak, and it took a lot of courage to cry, and the book kite squatted on the ground, feeling the moment she was closest to death.

She couldn't find the light, she couldn't find the person who helped her up, and she ran into walls everywhere.

In desperation, a piece of furry stuff rubbed against her hanging hand.

"Woo~Woo~"

She smiled, and her heart softened into water.

When she was unconscious, she seemed to see the distant Milky Way, and someone came against the wind and rain.

It's like a sweet dream.

**

The snow is big as if to crush every seedling that survives strongly, squandering it and destroying the foundation.

Yun Mo's action when he got out of the car was a little hurried, his helmet hung twice, and he simply threw it directly on the ground.

At the door, three people walked out.

Yun Mo glanced at the man at the back, who turned back three times in one step, and he recognized that it was the titular brother of Shu Kite.

Qiu Yang happened to look over.

With just one glance, the commonality between men, Yun Mo knew that the thoughts he had were not pure.

Inside the hospital.

Ke Lan knocked on the door tiredly, his palms were red and swollen, and his forehead was helplessly pressed against the door.

muttered in his mouth: "Where is Sister Lan?" Don't be afraid! ”

The code door is very soundproof, and she also knows that she can't hear it inside, but it's uncomfortable, so she wants to comfort herself.

Yun Mo patted her on the shoulder: "Get up." ”

Ke Lan looked up, and the corners of his forehead turned red.

Yun Mo skillfully entered the password, the red and swollen hand on the side of the person had a black face, and the kiss sister who grew up wearing a pair of pants was not as good as a man who had known him for a few months!

“……”

The room was quiet, dark and scary, silent and creepy, and the sound of whining dogs came from time to time.

Yun Mo turned on the light, and the living room suddenly lit up.

The pale man curled up on the ground, a few strands of broken hair blocking his bloodless face, not the slightest bit angry.

Yun Mo felt that his heart was choked, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't do it.

The flesh and bones were like seeing a life-saving straw, biting his trouser leg and tearing and grinding: "Wangwang~"

Yun Mo kicked it away, knelt on the ground, took the person in his arms with his arm through the back of the book kite's neck, and his voice was half steady and half panicked: "Book kite, book kite." ”

There was not a trace of angry people, and there was no half-star response.

Yun Mo tightly twisted his two eyebrows, probed her forehead, the hot temperature burned his nerves, and he leaned over to pick her up.

As soon as this action came out, Ke Lan had an ominous premonition, she gritted her teeth and stopped Yun Mo who wanted to go out: "That, she can't go to the hospital." ”

Yun Mo was puzzled, and the little patience between his eyebrows was still squeezed out.

Ke Lan explained: "That, that is, she is allergic to things in the hospital, and it will be more serious if she goes." He apparently didn't listen, and moved again, and she blocked it: "Really! You're here to take care of her, and I'm going to get a doctor at home. ”

With that, she withdrew and closed the door.

The man in his arms snorted, and a tear dripped down her cheek to his chest.

His heart twitched.

Without hesitation, he walked to the bedroom with the book kite in his arms, his steps a little anxious.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the family doctor drove in under a series of shelling by Kelan.

The doctor took the thermometer that Yun Mo handed over and looked at it: "I have a high fever of forty degrees, it is recommended to hang water." ”

Xu is previous physical cooling had an effect, and the book kite spit out a sentence in a daze, and the nasal voice was heavy without the last note: "I don't hang water." ”

The thick nasal voice, the soft voice like hitting cotton, led to a bit of delicateness, and Yun Mo was really helpless.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, her palms were covered with her sweat, and he coaxed: "Okay, don't hang water." ”

As the words fell, he tilted his head and motioned for the doctor to prepare the potion that needed to be used for a drip.

The doctor prepared the potion, and Yun Mo explored her domain without any scruples, wiping the cold sweat she was exposing outside.

Shu Kite called him with half-squinted eyes: "Yun Mo." ”

The eyes are blurry and feel unreal.

Yun Mo smoothed her eyebrows and lowered his voice: "I'm here." ”

The person who gets the response is content to enter the perfect world she imagined.

When the needle pricked down, the sleeping book kite suddenly opened its eyes, and its brows were tightly locked, and there was dissatisfaction from the inside out.

Yun Mo smiled, his heart was soft, he raised his hand to cover her Yingying eyes, and coaxed: "Be obedient, sleep, and I'll let you deal with it when you're well." ”

The breath on his body made her unconsciously reassured, and her tense nerves were loosened to the end.

The doctor prescribed medicine for about a week, and told several precautions and taboos.

Yun Mo listened extremely seriously.