Du Xiaowan approached the bedside, although the sleeping man was not as cold as before, but the heroic spirit was still full.

Zhou Qingyu just wanted to walk towards the house, but was stopped by Ke Yixuan, Zhou Qingyu looked at Ke Yixuan, understood what he meant, and the two of them quietly closed the door of the ward.

"What do we do now? Zhenhao is like this now, Xiaowan won't go back, Yixuan, what should we do? ”

Zhou Qingyu was extremely anxious in his words, and he was at a loss to move back and forth, Ke Yixuan grabbed Zhou Qingyu and looked at her affectionately.

"You're so anxious, Zhenhao won't wake up, Xiaowan won't go to rest, you can't have something to do, everything will be fine, Qingyu relax, okay?"

Ke Yixuan gently hugged Zhou Qingyu into his arms and gently kissed his forehead.

And the pair of beautiful people in the ward, one is sleeping, and the other is crying and looking forward to it.

The jet lag has not fallen, I have not slept all night, and the day is dawn.

Du Xiaowan has been waiting by the bed, opening the curtains, the sunlight is shining in the room, and a beam of sunlight floats through Ke Zhenhao's thick eyelashes, like a jumping note.

"How good the sun is, it's time for you to bask in the sun."

Xiao Wan smiled and looked at Ke Zhenhao on the hospital bed, there was no vote against it, only quietly fell asleep, walked to the bedside, gently took out Ke Zhenhao's hand from the quilt, and gently massaged his arm, which seemed to be soft but his muscles were as solid as iron.

"You're still a muscular man, I really can't see it, but you're really a cotton bag when you can't get up."

self-talking ridicule, no one argues with her, and the happiness on her face can't hide the sourness in her heart.

"Xiaowan, let's go back to Ke's house to wash up and come back, you don't want Zhenhao to wake up and see you like this, right?" Qing Yu changed the way to let Du Xiaowan go back to rest, and said euphemistically.

Xiao Wan sounded quite reasonable, her current appearance really couldn't be seen by Ke Zhenhao, and he, the devil, didn't necessarily say anything to humiliate her, "Okay, sister, let's go home." ”

Du Xiaowan and Zhou Qingyu left the hospital, Xiaowan sat in the car without saying a word, looking out the window stupidly, what a familiar road this is, but at this time there was no one around.

Familiar roads, familiar buildings, familiar flowers and grass...... Obviously forgetful, obviously wanted to escape, but he returned to it.

The car passed by the mountain he had wanted to escape, and the past flashed in his mind, and he slowly drove into Kefu, and all the past was recalled again.

"Xiaowan, we're here." Qing Yu patted Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan came back to her senses, answered, and got out of the car.

"Everything here is still the same, it hasn't changed at all," Xiao Wan's words were particularly melancholy, but there was a deep sense ......of intimacy in her expression.

The two walked into the house one after another, and unexpectedly, she saw a familiar figure, "Uncle Wang?" ”

Syllable. The box in his hand fell to the ground, his heart was pounding and beating, and he saw the figure of the old lady slowly turning around, a familiar face, an incomparable sense of intimacy, and tears could not be controlled, and they fell down.

"Xiaowan, are you really back?"

Uncle Wang walked towards Xiaowan with tears in his eyes, and the two of them hugged each other after a long absence.

"Good boy, I finally look forward to your return, don't cry, don't cry, just come back......"

The two of them didn't talk in detail, they went upstairs while talking, Xiao Wan returned to the room where she had lived, and Qing Yu was arranged in the guest room next door.

"You rest first, I'll be telling you to eat in a moment." After Wang Bo finished speaking, he went downstairs.

Xiao Wan looked at this room, there was joy and sorrow, hatred and love.

After sorting out his belongings, he couldn't settle his mind when he sat on the edge of the bed, pushed open the door and walked around, the corridor was still the same, and the room was still the same.

The difference is that he lacks that indifference, touching the wall, bits and pieces are vivid, and sometimes flashing the past with Ke Zhenhao, even Leng Mo doesn't want to forget it.

Unconsciously walked to Ke Zhenhao's room, the gray room, the door was closed, he reached out and knocked, no one responded, Xiao Wan's slender fingers clenched, knowing that there was no one in the room, but he still wanted to hear the cold voice.

Holding the handle, with a snap, the door opened, and the gray space was even more cold and lonely at this moment, the wind blew the curtains, and the light was slightly warm.

Xiao Wan's face moved slightly, she remembered the scene of Ke Shao's illness, and her hands hugged her tightly and lay on the wide bed, even if she struggled, she couldn't escape his powerful arms.

Gently stroking the soft quilt, it seems that some residual warmth is still there, approaching the window and looking out of the window, the green grass is green, white clouds, as if seeing the way he cuts the grass and plants flowers, and also seems to see his embarrassed appearance in the rain......

With a burst of sourness in his heart, he turned around and left the window, and the moment he turned around, he found an easel next to the bed, "What is this?" ”

Curiously walked to the easel, covered by a white cloth, "What a strange person, aren't you afraid of such a large piece of white cloth?" ”

Although curious, without Ke Shao's permission, Xiao Wan didn't open the piece of cloth, and turned around the easel, and suddenly a light flashed in the wardrobe behind the easel, and Xiao Wan was deeply attracted by the light.