He didn't raise his hand to pull me, he didn't close his eyes, and when I stood on tiptoe to kiss him, Han Mo just looked straight at me.

It's different from the usual day, but I can't say what the difference is.

There was no one in the corridor outside the emergency room after the medical staff left, and in the middle of the night, I just looked straight at Han Mo in front of me.

His lips weren't far away, he didn't press me as he always did, and he didn't speak.

This kind of Han Mo made me a little overwhelmed, and quickly turned his eyes away, and fled a little embarrassed: "I'll go see Zhao Miao."

He didn't say anything, just followed me forward.

Tonight's Han Mo made me not know how to face it.

Zhao Miao, who had just come out of the operating room, was still pale, lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed and motionless, not at all like the Zhao Miao who was playing with me on weekdays.

I really don't know what love is and why it tortures a good person to the way it is now, life is better than death.

Zhao Miao was anesthetized and can't wake up now.

The hospital was quiet, and the smell of the disinfectant water now made me smell like death. I looked at Zhao Miao, felt that my heart was a little overwhelmed, and I turned around and walked out directly.

When the hot wind blew, I didn't feel so uncomfortable.

There was no one outside the hospital at three o'clock in the morning, and the wind at the end of May was already sticking to the summer heat.

I don't know why, I suddenly smoked, even though I couldn't, but I just wanted to.

When Han Mo walked over, I glanced up at him, "Is there any smoke?"

His brows moved, but the expression on his face remained motionless: "No."

I couldn't help but hook my lips and smile, and reached out and touched it directly: "When, Han Shao is going to lie too?"

Although I don't smoke, and I don't like to smoke, Han Mo never cared about whether I liked the smell of smoke or not, and he didn't sweep the tail of his eyes when he smoked.

I knew exactly where his cigarette and lighter were, and I felt it in my left trouser pocket, as soon as I reached in.

Han Mo's clothes tonight were a little casual, and his pockets were wide, so I took out the cigarette easily, but the lighter was a little small, and he fell back directly halfway through the catch.

Han Mo stared at the cigarette case I was holding in my hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Fu Yao, are you going to put on a show for me to start a fire out of thin air?"

I don't know if it's because of Zhao Miao's matter, I think Han Mo is quite easy to get along with now, those previous fears and fears seem to have disappeared all of a sudden, looking at him, I couldn't help but laugh along: "Don't you have a lighter?"

As he spoke, he reached out and reached into his trouser pocket again.

He didn't stop me, and his dark eyes looked at me very brightly.

Halfway through my hand, I couldn't help but stop, looking at his eyes with a sudden twitch.

"Are you really planning to start a fire out of thin air?"

He said another word before I looked away at my hand and reached into his trouser pocket to touch the lighter.

In fact, this is a very affectionate thing, I moved fast when I took the cigarette just now, so I didn't feel it, but now that I was stared at by Han Mo like this, I suddenly felt a little numb on my scalp.

He obviously used the agitation method, obviously knew my character, and said things like that, too, picking on my character.

Now it's hard to ride a tiger, so I can only touch the lighter and quickly take it out.

The night wind was a little sticky and fell on my face, and I just felt a little hot.

From beginning to end, Han Mo didn't make any movements, even when my fingertips just now accidentally scratched his skin through the fabric in his trouser pocket, he didn't move, lowered his head, and looked at me so brightly.

I don't dare to look at Han Mo anymore, it's always easy to derive emotions that shouldn't be there in the dead of night.

Han Mo smoked men's cigarettes, a brand I had never seen, and the cigarette case was very exquisite, and if I hadn't seen it a few times, I wouldn't have thought it was used for cigarettes.

The slender cigarette felt very good, and I sandwiched the cigarette between my index and middle fingers in the same posture as Han Mo smoked on weekdays.

The lighter was very good, and the blue-purple fire was sprang up, and I stepped back a little bit of hopelessness.

Unsurprisingly, I could hear Han Mo's sneer, I took a sip of my cigarette butt and put it back on fire.

I used to smoke cigarettes when I was embarrassed by customers occasionally, but it was all meaningful, and now I really want to smoke, only to find that this cigarette is very choking.

I choked on tears after just one bite, and I couldn't stop coughing when I covered my mouth.

"Out of breath."

I didn't notice it at all when Han Mo leaned over, and let him smoke the cigarette in his hand as well, looking down at me, he directly put the cigarette I had smoked into his mouth.

Compared to my embarrassment, Han Mo is so familiar that he is about to become art.

"If you can't do it, don't hold on, it's yourself who is uncomfortable when you turn back."

I always feel that Han Mo's words have a second meaning, but I'm not sure, I think tonight's night is very good, although the experience is not very beautiful, but it is rare for me and Han Mo to get along so easily, and I don't want to think about some mess that spoils the atmosphere.

I didn't speak, I looked away, and I still had Han Mo's cigarette and lighter in my hand.

The lighter is zipp, the body is black, and the white lines on the edges break the monotony of only one color, simple but beautiful.

It feels extremely good, the sound is crisp and nice when the fire starts, and the gears slide very quickly.

No wonder Han Mo always likes to play with this lighter.

I didn't answer, I flipped his lighter, and there was only the sound of "click" and "click" around me.

"Fu Yao."

I don't know how long it took, but Han Mo suddenly called me.

I turned my head to look at him, and before I could retract the smile on my face, it just went straight into his eyes.

He was looking at me, and the black pupils reflected me clearly, and I couldn't laugh all of a sudden.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

I was stunned for a moment when he suddenly came out with such a sentence, I didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a question.

I glanced down at my phone, but I still couldn't hold back: "It's only now, it's ...... past four o'clock."

Han Mo rolled his eyes and looked at me as if he was looking at an idiot: "Did I say I'd buy it now?"

“……”

Han Mo is a bit of a cleanliness fetish, I actually resisted when he dragged him to the hotel, and I didn't think much about it after finally seeing him go straight into the bathroom, I couldn't hold it on the sofa and fell asleep.

After a whole night, the heart of the carryover was finally relaxed, and the person couldn't control his sleepiness as soon as he leaned on the sofa.

I woke up quickly when I felt something was wrong, but I didn't open my eyes right away.

That breath was obvious, there were only two people in the room, and this breath was obviously Han Mo's.

Although the relationship between me and Han Mo seemed to be much more normal during this time, when I thought of it, I still couldn't stop being afraid.

"Don't pretend when you wake up, your eyelashes are trembling, do you think people are stupid?"

“……”

It is estimated that only Han Mo can do such a lack of morality, obviously his own voyeuristic behavior, but he is still wrong to say that it is me.

I didn't want to take it anymore, so I opened my eyes and saw that he was right next to me, wearing a bathrobe and his hair was still a little wet, and he was looking straight at me sideways.

I had several bad experiences with Han Mo in the hospital, and when he looked at me like this, I subconsciously moved to the side.

He hooked his lips and sneered with some disdain: "The ground is so big, if I want to catch you, it's morning."

He said everything I was thinking in one sentence, so bluntly that I didn't know what to say.

I pursed my lips and looked away, only to find that it was already dawn, and when I thought of Zhao Miao, I jumped up directly: "It's dawn!" Zhao Miao is estimated to be awake, and I have to go back to the hospital. ”

Han Mo didn't say anything, leaned back on the sofa and looked up at me: "What to eat for breakfast."

I thought about it: "Porridge, in Zhao Miao's situation, I can't eat anything else."

"Yes."

He answered me, and in his rare absence, he didn't say anything else to choke me.

When I returned to the hospital, Zhao Miao had already woken up, she turned her head sideways and didn't know what she was looking at, and I pushed the door in and didn't find it.

"Miao Miao."

I opened my mouth and called out to her, feeling my throat clogged.

She looked back at me and smiled: "Fu Yao, I'm really sorry to scare you."

Zhao Miao is smiling, with that pale face, I would rather she not laugh.

I took a slight breath, held back my emotions, walked over and touched her forehead: "Does it hurt?"

She turned her head away and looked at the spot she had been looking at when I came in just now, "It hurts."

She said that one word very lightly, like a fallen leaf pressed on a branch, without any weight at all.

I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't know what to say.

Zhao Miao said such a "pain" word, and she said everything she didn't say about her sadness.

I found a chair and sat down in front of her, raised my hand to help her straighten her hair: "It's okay, no matter how much it hurts, it will pass."

She didn't speak, and I didn't know what to say.

For the first time between me and Zhao Miao, the two of us couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say, it seemed that everything was to pour salt on her wounds, she didn't want to say anything, everything was uncomfortable.

The discomfort that can be said is actually nothing, and the unspeakable is terrifying, because from beginning to end, only you are responsible for bearing and bearing.

The silence between the two of us was broken when there was a knock on the door, Han Mo pushed open the door and walked in, holding breakfast in his hand, and looked at me and walked over: "There is chicken porridge and preserved egg and lean porridge, you can distribute it."

I was a little flattered, and quickly raised my hand to take it: "Thank you."

"Huh, Fu Yao, you-" He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he endured it and went back: "Okay, will you go back to class?"