Xia Ping set the dishes and chopsticks, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Luo Xunqiu coming over, "Mom, I was about to call you, the meal is ready, it's time to eat." ”

Luo Xunqiu pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the dishes and soup on the table, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, "My good girl is getting better and better, and this dish is very appetizing at first glance." ”

Xia Ping smiled embarrassedly, her face was crimson, "Then mom needs to eat more." ”

"I'm sure I'm going to eat more."

Luo Xunqiu took a piece of green pepper and chewed it with her head down, the fine hair on her forehead fell, not only covering her beautiful face, but also covering the bitterness in her eyes.

After eating, Luo Xunqiu went back to the room under the pretext of excuse.

After Xia Ping took a shower, she took out a wooden box from the cabinet, she sat on the bed and carefully opened it, and there was a photo and a small copper lock inside.

She took out the photo, which showed a middle-aged man with a faint smile, and even the photo could see the elegant temperament flowing around him.

"Dad~" Xia Ping lowered her head, the water that flowed out dripped on it, and she quickly wiped off her sleeves.

Xia Ping's family is in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, his father is a teacher, and his mother is a typical housewife.

Unexpectedly, two years ago, he was admitted to the best middle school in the city with the first score in the city.

Xia Ping remembered that day, when she was holding the admission letter, she had just entered the house and had no time to share her joy with her family, when she saw her mother crying and her father lying on the ground without breath.

Xia Ping stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, not wanting to recall the sad incident, she carefully put the photo back and put the wooden box back in its place.

Seeing that it was still early, she took out her mobile phone and looked at the messages sent to her by her former classmates, typed a few words and finally deleted them.

She thought to herself that since she left, she should not contact again, after all, it was not to the extent of knowing each other.

Xia Ping sighed and got into the quilt, the soft quilt made her comfortable ()() out, she put the quilt on her head, and the smell of milk on her face made her feel like she was in the world of candy...

"Frightened~" Xia Ping suddenly turned over and sat up and gasped for breath, and when she saw the furnishings in front of her, she realized that she had just had a nightmare, picked up her phone and looked, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning, she patted her face, it turned out that it was so late, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Putting aside the quilt and getting out of bed, she was about to pour a glass of water to drink, and when she passed by Luo Xunqiu's room and saw the light inside, she wondered why her mother hadn't slept so late?

Xia Ping knocked on the door, waited for a while and didn't hear a response, she held the doorknob and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming in." ”

Xia Ping put his ear against the door and didn't hear any movement inside, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly twisted the door and walked in, and saw the person lying on the bed with his back to him, Xia Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "Mom, are you sleeping?" ”

The person on the bed didn't respond, Xia Ping's heart tightened, and she stepped forward and pulled her shoulders and turned around.

Luo Xunqiu's face was flushed, and he was lying on the bed unconsciously, and the temperature on his body was surprisingly high.

Xia Ping instantly panicked when she saw Luo Xunqiu's appearance, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and she was in a hurry in place.

What to do? What to do? By the way, send to the hospital, call 120, what about the mobile phone? Where is the phone.

Xia Ping rummaged through the bedside and didn't find Luo Xunqiu's mobile phone, so he hurriedly ran back to the room to get his mobile phone.

Because of the panic, she dialed a few times and finally dialed the phone and informed the hospital of her location, Xia Ping ran back to Luo Xunqiu's room, took out her clothes and put them on her back and walked out.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I heard the roar of the ambulance, Xia Ping walked out quickly, the ambulance just stopped, and the nurse saw a weak body carrying a person walking briskly towards her, she hurriedly walked over to catch the person.

Xia Ping followed the car, all the way to the hospital, seeing Luo Xunqiu enter the emergency room, Xia Ping was sitting at the door, and kept begging God to bless her mother.

'Ding'

The green light lit up in the emergency room, and a doctor walked out of it, Xia Ping hurriedly greeted him, "Doctor, how is my mother?" ”

"Don't worry, the patient is just a fever caused by a cold, we gave her a hanging injection, and now her condition has stabilized, you go and pay the fee first!" We'll push the patient to the ward, and you'll just go over after you've paid the fee. ”

Hearing that her mother was fine, Xia Ping's tense heart finally relaxed, "Thank you, doctor, I'll pay the fee." ”

"You're welcome, that's what we should do." The doctor nodded.

The payment hall is very empty, except for the two nurses on duty at the counter, there is no one else, the cold wind does not know which unclosed window blows in, the wind through the hall is a little miserable, the wind outside the door is very manic, blowing the glass door of the payment hall rustling.

Xia Ping paid the money, holding the payment slip in his hand and felt the coldness of the night, just now his heart had been hanging and he didn't notice himself, and now he felt the power of the winter night in Xuancheng as soon as he relaxed.

When she went out, she patronized to dress her mother, but she was only wearing a set of pajamas, and she was only wearing a pair of home cotton slippers on her feet. Xia Ping hugged his arms tightly and walked to the ward tremblingly.

He Bai was wearing a black windbreaker, he walked in from the other side of the hall, he was about to pay the fee with a slip in his hand, but he saw a somewhat familiar figure in the afterglow, he frowned and thought for a while, and finally remembered, isn't this the little girl who just turned around? How in the hospital? Sick?

He turned his steps and followed without hesitation.

Xia Ping entered the ward, a wave of heating came to her face, and her trembling body finally stopped, but the coldness in her body made her sneeze several times in a row.

The nurse who was putting the hanging bottle saw that she was dressed thinly, and kindly brought a quilt, "Wearing this quilt, be careful of catching a cold, why are you alone, your adult?" ”

Xia Ping thanked him and said softly: "There is no one in my house." ”

The nurse paused as she wrote the record, "I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

Xia Ping shook his head, "It's okay. ”

The nurse looked at her delicate and delicate appearance, with tears in the corners of her eyes, sighed in her heart, pointed to the other bed in the ward, and said:

"Well, there's no one on the bed next to it, you can go up and rest for a while, it will take five or six hours for this bottle of water to drip out, and I'll come and see it then."

"Good!" Xia Ping nodded, but still insisted on sitting on the edge of the bed and refused to leave half a step.

The nurse couldn't say anything more when she saw her like this, shook her head and pushed her things and went out.

Xia Ping draped the quilt over her body, she knew that she couldn't get sick now, she sat on the edge of the bed with her body curled, her clear eyes this time looking dull because she couldn't find a place to stay.

Looking in from the door, a small quilt was curled up next to the bed, and the light hit her body, which made it even more desolate.

He Bai held the doorknob and moved it, but finally did not open the door.

He walked out of the building to find a sheltered place, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself, the fire shining on the blue bruises at the corners of his mouth, making him even more unruly.

The cigarette swirled in his lungs, then he slowly exhaled it, and after a few minutes, the life of a cigarette was at the end of its life.

He Bai threw the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his foot and ran it over, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, and then stood for a few minutes before leaving.

The snow was heavi, and it only took a moment to cover up the traces of his existence.

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