The expected pain did not come, but seeing the pillow falling on the ground, Qiu Ting looked up and saw the book kite standing in front of him.

She tilted her head sideways, her loose hair clinging to her face, and a shocking red mark on her forehead, bloodshot outward.

There was some stinging, and the book kite touched it with his hand, which should have been zippered.

Qiu Ting obviously didn't expect the book kite to block it, so he froze in place, opened and closed his mouth, and still didn't say anything after all.

The book kite is not so kind, and it stopped this time just because it was related to her. She knows better than anyone what it feels like to be scolded by her loved ones, and she doesn't want to be the trigger for ruining someone else's father-daughter relationship.

Sure enough, as she wished, everyone calmed down, and the atmosphere in the ward was very tense.

Qiu Ting stood in place, his head buried low.

Nie Qing glanced at the book kite, the emotions in his eyes were unclear, and Qiu Qishan was not lightly angry.

She sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a soothing: "Tingting is still young, what are you angry with her." ”

Talking about that incident, Qiu Qishan knew that Nie Qing was more heartbroken than anyone else, so he suppressed his anger: "I'm fine, you go and see Ruan Ruan." ”

This kid is good at everything, but he is too arrogant, too tolerant, he doesn't care about anything, and he is too desireless.

In fact, he is like a mirror in his heart, Xiao Yuan's death, the book kite should be the saddest, this way of life, maybe he hasn't come out yet.

At the beginning, he did blame her and blame her, but as time went by, it had gradually faded away, and he was relieved.

gradually understood that she was not entirely to blame, and all the fault should not be put on her shoulders.

"Uncle Qiu, I'm fine." Shu Yuan first glanced at Nie Qing before looking at Qiu Qishan.

Her forehead was not serious, but it had broken the skin, and the blood beads that came out of it also coagulated.

Qiu Yang took out a few pieces of paper and brought them to her: "I'll take you to deal with it." ”

Out of politeness, the tissue and book kite took it, held it in his hand, and refused: "No need, it's not a big deal." ”

I can't die anyway!

When I used to practice sanda, my nose was blue and my face was swollen all day, and I didn't see a single piece of meat. This injury is not worth mentioning at all.

Shu Kite's mobile phone rang in her pocket, and she turned to the two people sitting on the bed: "Uncle Qiu." She paused before saying, "Mom, I'll answer the phone." ”

Watching the book kite push open the door and go out, and take the ward door very lightly, Qiu Yang was impetuous, the towel was thrown on the ground, and he was suddenly inexplicably unhappy.

Nie Qing got up from the bed, pulled Qiu Ting over and let her sit on the chair, and smoothed her hair: "Don't be like your father, she's like that." ”

Not surprisingly, this sentence was heard by the book kite outside the door.

Outside the door, the promenade.

The book kite sat on the bench, holding a cold mobile phone on her phone, and the regular ringtone was still ringing.

There was no phone, the ringtone was set by her, and it was quite timely. She guessed correctly, and they broke up unhappily.

The book kite leaned against the wall, the coolness penetrated into the clothes through the sweater, seeping directly into the skin, and a chill hit him, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Her head hurt and she wanted to smoke.

I touched both pockets, but the cigarette was gone, and the lighter was gone.

The book kite pursed her lips, leaned her head against the wall, and looked at the end of the hallway, which she guessed should have fallen on the police car.

It's bad luck.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

The book kite is addicted to smoking, and his throat is astringent.

The handle turns, and it is the sound of opening the door.

The book kite raised her eyes and looked over, stood up, and her eyes that shone like ink lit up: "Mom! ”