"My Legs"

"I've asked your attending doctor, and your leg isn't a big problem, and you'll be back to good after a while. It's up to you to want it or not. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It means that your body is fine, the problem is in your heart."

"Heart?"

"You're subconsciously running away, so you don't want to stand up."

"Escape?" Shi Lou was like a parrot, repeating it constantly, his eyes confused.

"Idol, don't think about it, take care of your body and spirit first."

"Call me Shilou."

Han Yingying suddenly looked at him with some embarrassment: "Call the idol by his name, I'm afraid that the sky will thunder." ”

Amused by her words, Shi Lou asked funny: "Does the idol have no name?" ”

"You're an idol, you're right about anything."

Shi Lou couldn't help but laugh again, and the sorrow and despair between his eyebrows dissipated a lot.

Noticing this, Han Yingying was even happier in her heart.

Maybe soon Shi Lou will be able to sing again.

That night, the two talked all night.

Most of the time, it was Han Yingying who was chattering, and Shilou was listening quietly on the side.

The hospital at night is quiet, with a bit of an eerie feel.

But because Han Yingying's soft and beautiful voice kept echoing in his ears, Shi Lou actually felt that the hospital had become a little warm.

The next day, Han Yingying applied to be in charge of the ward in Shilou, and everyone almost didn't treat her like an angel.

But soon, everyone found out that the building had changed.

It's quiet, it's cooperative, and it's no longer as angry as when I first arrived.

Later, they found out that when Han Yingying was there, Shilou changed, became extraordinarily gentle, and became like the familiar singer Shilou.

"Han Yingying, what did you do to tame a tyrannosaurus?"

Han Yingying looked at her gossipy colleague with a gossipy face: "Who is the Tyrannosaurus?" I love idols the best in the world. ”

"Compared with your Shen Mosheng, which one is better?" Some people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Can that be compared? A husband and an idol are not the same identity, let alone a type of person. ”

"Do you have to compare?"

"If you have to beat you up than me." Han Yingying said, pretending to be fierce and wanting to beat someone.

"Oh, Han Yingying was angry and killed."

"What's the noise? All idle? The head nurse scolded with a blushing face.

Everyone was suddenly silent.

Although Han Yingying does not belong to the head nurse, she is very afraid of that kind of person who is serious and rigid and has a strong aura, and she does not dare to make another mistake.

The head nurse looked at her gently: "Han Yingying, your husband is here to pick you up." ”

"Thank you, head nurse." Han Yingying subconsciously shrank her neck and quickly smeared oil on the soles of her feet.

It was only after walking a long way that she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Sakura, what's wrong?" Seeing her frightened look, Shen Mosheng was a little worried.

Could it be that she's in some trouble?

Medical trouble?

"It's okay, let's go home." Han Yingying smiled and took his arm, not planning to tell him what she had just done.

"Sakura, I've got something for you."

"What?"

"You sit down." Shen Mosheng pulled her to sit down on the stone chair, took out a wooden comb from his pocket, and began to comb her hair.

Han Yingying's eyes widened in surprise: "Shen Mosheng, what are you doing here?" ”

"You'll find out later."

"You're going to comb my hair, can you go back and comb it again?" Seeing that many people kept watching the two of them snickering, Han Yingying couldn't help blushing and urging with some embarrassment.

When did Shen Mosheng become fond of showing affection in public?