When Lin Zhiyi opened his eyes again, he was already in a hospital bed. The head was wrapped, still a little sore, and the right hand was covered with a thick plaster, like a giant steamed bun with a victory gesture.

Mrs. Lin lay on his bedside, and she didn't sleep all night, and she was hurrying to catch up on sleep before her son woke up.

Outside the door, the footsteps of my father hurried back from out of town sounded.

Master Ma kept watch outside the door all night, and when he saw Mr. Lin, he still couldn't raise his head in shame, "Sir, I'm sorry, it's me who didn't take good care of the young master!" ”

Mr. Lin didn't say anything to blame, just patted him on the shoulder, his trust in Master Ma was not shaken, this person would give up his life for his son, even if Lin Zhiyi was injured this time, he must have done his best.

Mr. Lin did not go directly to the ward, but first went to the attending physician to understand Lin Zhiyi's condition, and only after confirming that there was no major problem, did he come in with peace of mind.

"Daddy."

At this moment, seeing his father, Lin Zhiyi's heart was still a little warm. Although Mr. Lin always looks like a cold and strict father, he can always bring a strong sense of security to his family.

"I've called the police, and the police will come to ask you about the situation later, do you remember the group of people who did it to you?"

"I don't remember." How could he not remember, Lin Zhiyi just wanted to let himself forget these things as soon as possible.

Hearing the conversation between the two fathers and sons, Mrs. Lin also woke up.

"Dad, did the doctor say how far my hand can be restored?"

"Take a good rest, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Will that affect my piano playing?"

Mr. Lin sighed and replied, "At first, it may be a little inflexible. ”

"Oh." Lin Zhiyi raised his heavy right hand, maybe his life on the piano ended here.

Sadness and unwillingness are intertwined in my heart, as if I have ended a marathon that has only been run halfway, with no trophies, no cheers, only the back of myself watching others sprint forward behind the team.

But luckily, he still has a band. I can continue to pursue another musical path.

Hearing the conversation between father and son, Mrs. Lin also woke up.

"Mom, where is Yuan Shanshan?"

"The female classmate who took you to the hospital?"

"Yes. Where has she gone? ”

"She went back last night when you came out of the operating room."

"Oh."

"How did she end up there? Why didn't you just go home last night? ”

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Hearing Lin Zhiyi's words, Mrs. Lin ended her successive questions and hurried home to prepare breakfast for Lin Zhiyi.

After that, as Mr. Lin said, the police came to the ward, but Lin Zhiyi was still silent.

Adults can't do anything about it.

Lin Zhiyi ate and slept in bed, and ate when he slept, and after the anesthetic, the pain gradually hit, and the two fingers seemed to be broken again.

When I opened my eyes again, Mr. and Mrs. Lin had already gone to work. Next to Lin Zhiyi's bedside was the pork bone soup that Aunt Deng had spent several hours cooking in the morning.

The aroma overflowed from the thermos, and Lin Zhi couldn't wait to open it to taste it. This stomach-warming delicacy can be the beginning of a good mood of the day, and he wants to forget Hu Haoran as soon as possible, the account between them has been settled. If we meet again in the future, we will not owe each other.

However, Lin Zhiyi's thick right hand and his still sound left hand couldn't unscrew the lid of the thermos flask, he turned over, but the entire stainless steel thermos flask fell to the ground. The oval-shaped bottle rolled all the way to the door.

Lin Zhiyi realized that the door had been opened, and a pair of brown and yellow snow boots had entered the ward at some point.

"Wenwen."

Qian Wenwen's sudden visit made Lin Zhiyi at a loss, and buried his head in the quilt.

He looks embarrassed now, but he doesn't want to be seen by Qian Wenwen.

Qian Wenwen walked straight to Lin Zhiyi's hospital bed, "I've seen what you're hiding." Show me! Where did it hurt? ”

Seeing that Lin Zhiyi refused to show his head for a long time, Qian Wenwen's words brought a crying tone, "You let me take a look." Later, your fierce nanny will come back and will drive me away. ”

Lin Zhiyi poked his head out of the quilt, "Don't cry, don't cry!" ”

"Show me what's wrong with your hand." Qian Wenwen pulled down Lin Zhiyi's cup, and Lin Zhiyi's right hand with a plaster cast and a victory gesture had nowhere to hide. Although, after Qian Wenwen heard the news of Lin Zhiyi's injury, her heart was full of worry and distress.

But seeing such a pair of hands, Qian Wenwen couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha." You ......"

"I knew you would." Lin Zhiyi hid his hand in the quilt and turned his head away pretending to be angry.

"I was wrong, don't be angry, good girl." Qian Wenwen gently stroked the back of Lin Zhiyi's injured head, and through the gauze wrapped around the back of his head, the stitched lines could be faintly seen.

"It must have hurt." Qian Wenwen saw that Lin Zhiyi relaxed her vigilance, put his hand on her chest, and said.

This is the first time that Lin Zhiyi's right hand has touched a girl's breasts, but because of the thick plaster, Lin Zhiyi can't feel anything. He heard Zeppelin say that it was the softest thing in the world, softer than the best sponge.

But now, he couldn't feel it.

Qian Wenwen seemed to notice that Lin Zhiyi's eyes were looking at places that shouldn't be looking, and shook off his hand in an atmosphere, "You! It doesn't seem to hurt enough! ”

Qian Wenwen's sharp shaking really hurt Lin Zhiyi's broken finger.

Seeing that he didn't look like he was acting, Qian Wenwen's heart softened again, "You said, you are so good, how could you be like this." If Yuan Shanshan hadn't told us that you were injured and didn't come to school for several days and didn't ask for leave, do you know how worried I am about you? ”

"That means everybody's got it."

"Well, yes. We were talking about coming to see you again on Saturday, and I couldn't help it, so I slipped over to see you before I went to school. Qian Wenwen took Lin Zhiyi's hand, changed the tone of laughter just now, and said distressedly, "In the future, it won't affect your playing the piano." ”

"What about the influence, my dream is not to be a pianist anyway." Lin Zhiyi said stiffly.

"But you play the piano so well. It's a shame. ”

"Don't worry, even if these two fingers can only return to half of their previous state, I can still play the keyboard, I still have ears, I won't just give up music, besides, I still have the band, and you guys." Lin Zhiyi's last "people" paused.

"No matter what happens, I'll be there for you." Qian Wenwen said affectionately.

The morning sun had crept up on the head of the bed and shone on the clear faces of the teenagers and girls. Lin Zhiyi's little heart collided in his chest, this sentence is tantamount to the most affectionate confession.

"Wenwen." He couldn't help but put his head to her face, his lips pressed against hers, the most primitive expression of love without any worldly motives.

Qian Wenwen didn't dodge, but felt that as Lin Zhiyi approached, her body gradually became stiff. She looked into Lin Zhiyi's eyes affectionately, this was not her first kiss, but it made her look forward to it.

"Young Master! How did this fish soup roll here? Outside the door, I suddenly remembered Aunt Deng's voice. She picks up the stainless steel thermos that has tumbled down the doorway.

That is, in a few seconds between Aunt Deng raising her eyes, Qian Wenwen immediately bent down and hid in Lin Zhiyi's hospital bed, and when she came to visit Lin Zhiyi at the beginning of the period, she was stopped by Aunt Deng, "I said that Lin Zhiyi is still sleeping, so it is inconvenient to disturb, please come back on the weekend." ”

Aunt Deng's fox fake tiger posture seemed to be on guard against a little fox who was deliberately approaching Lin Zhiyi. This can only blame Qian Wenwen for being beautiful, which can always arouse the hostility of the same sex towards her.

Fortunately, Aunt Deng didn't notice Qian Wenwen under the bed. just opened the thermos flask and began to feed Lin Zhiyi soup to drink, "Young master, this fish soup is good for wounds and heals quickly." ”

Aunt Deng carefully blew the cold and hot soup with a soup spoon and fed it to Lin Zhiyi's mouth, but was refused. "Young master, this is not fishy at all."

"Aunt Deng, I'm not a child anymore, I'll just drink it myself." Lin Zhiyi didn't want his childish appearance to be seen by Qian Wenwen.

"Isn't your hand inconvenient, besides, did Aunt Deng feed you before?"

When Aunt Deng said this, Lin Zhiyi's face turned red, such a big person has to be fed when he eats, not a giant baby.

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to drink." Lin Zhiye flatly refused, "Aunt Deng, I don't want to drink fish soup." I want to eat raw fried. ”

"Okay, young master." Aunt Deng put down the thermos flask, "Auntie, I'm going to buy it, is it still your favorite food?" ”

"I want to eat what you made." Lin Zhi also pretended to be coquettish and said.

"Okay, I'll go home and do it. There's some bread in the bedside table, so eat it first when you're hungry. ”

After sending Aunt Deng away, Qian Wenwen got out from under the bed.

"Okay, it turns out that you are still a young master who comes to open his mouth for food and stretch out his hand for clothes!" Qian Wenwen really made fun of this as soon as she opened her mouth.

"That's not what you see! After I was ten years old, I didn't want to be fed! ”

"Wow! You're being fed until you're 10 years old! Oh, my God! If Zeppelin and Fang Yuan find out, see if they don't laugh at you! Hahaha. ”

"Alright. Please, don't tell anyone. Lin Zhiyi got up in a panic and hugged Qian Wenwen, who was making fun of him.

Qian Wenwen stopped laughing, "Then it depends on how you ask for it?" ”

"So?" Lin Zhiyi pressed his lips, and Qian Wenwen's teeth did not resist, and they were entangled with his tongue. They seem to have the strength to kiss like this for a century.

It wasn't until Qian Wenwen felt that she had difficulty breathing that she pushed Lin Zhiyi away. She has never been kissed like this, compared to Lin Zhiyi, the kisses of her last boyfriends are ridiculously naïve.

"You promise me that you can't tell anyone. Otherwise, I won't let you go today. ”

Lin Zhiyi kissed Qian Wenwen again, and it was not until she estimated that Aunt Deng was about to come back that Qian Wenwen was reluctant to leave.

"Young master, your raw fry is here." Aunt Deng really came with the cooked raw fried not long after leaving Qian Wenwen.

However, he had already obtained the best thing in the world, and he had lost his appetite for this raw pan-fried.