Chapter 11 The Wrong Mouth
For the first time, she rode faster than He Yi'an and walked in the direction of the hospital.
She didn't want him to see such a weak side, and she said those things just to get his attention.
Since he didn't want to see her like this, then she had to recover quickly and chase him with full motivation!
Thinking about it like this, the pleasure in my heart continued to increase, and my white lips cracked into a smile.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the hospital, she put her bicycle away, prepared to squat down, locked the wheels, and casually glanced at the thin and tall figure leading the mountain bike to this side.
She opened her mouth wide in surprise and closed it again, and small bubbles began to bubble up in her heart again, did He Yi'an come to the hospital to accompany her?
Xia Yu stood up from the ground suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her, and suddenly her vision was blurred, and it took a long time to regain her clarity, and He Yi'an was looking at her strangely.
She smiled, "Why are you here?" ”
"Buy medicine." He replied coldly, walked towards the medicine buying area on the first floor with his trouser pockets in his trouser pocket, and the young lady beside him couldn't help but take a second look.
Xia Yu kicked off the bicycle in a daze, she was going to register in another building, and then go to the second floor to find a doctor for injections.
After all the procedures came down, Xia Yu's forehead was already sweating slightly.
There was still a person in front of her, and she walked to the lounge chair in the hallway, with a white face, and half lying on it, ignoring the strange gazes of others.
Until a dark shadow fell in front of her, she raised her eyes slightly, He Yi'an inserted his trouser pocket, pursed his lips, and his face was colder than outside.
He frowned slightly, as if he didn't like the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital.
"Why did you get up?" Xia Yu asked softly, his voice hoarse.
"Boring." He replied lightly, leaned against the wall, put the headphones into his ears, the light music flowed slowly, and his mood instantly improved.
Xia Yu had a warm current in his heart, he really came to accompany her.
She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, stretching out her fingers in circles, "He Yi'an, thank you." ”
A small female voice fell into her ears.
He Yi'an glanced at her, his heart moved slightly, he looked away unnaturally, and said indifferently: "Don't be sentimental." ”
The quiet corridor, the sound is like the murmuring of an ice spring, beautiful and pure.
Xia Yu chuckled, and when he heard this, the whole person seemed to be half refreshed, and his eyes flashed with a shining look.
"Xia language." The doctor in the room called her name.
Fifteen minutes after Xia Yu entered, she screamed in horror: "Doctor, I don't give injections." ”
What she feared most since she was a child was the needle.
"Didn't you just say you're going to be okay tomorrow? Injections are the quickest and best way to do this. ”
He Yi'an heard the sound outside, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, so slight that he didn't even know it, he opened his mouth and said: "Doctor, give her an injection." ”
"Your classmates have asked you to get an injection, do you want to get it or not?" The female doctor asked again.
There was no more noise from inside.
After a long time, I heard Xia Yu's voice as if he were at home, "Fight!" ”
He Yi'an's chest couldn't help but shook, and he chuckled, very lightly, very lightly.
Then he realized what he was doing, and he put away his smile for a moment, and returned to his previous coldness.
Walking out of the hospital, Xia Yu walked ahead, his pace was as fast as the wind under his feet, and He Yi'an walked with his pocket* in his pocket.
Xia Yu turned around suddenly, his steps paused slightly, and she said to him viciously: "If you tell what you know today, I will kill you!" ”
He Yi'an raised his eyes lightly and glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of mockery.
In an instant, Xia Yu was annoyed and angry, she didn't get the injection for him, and now she was laughing at her, she was so angry.
She walked back and forth, stood in front of He Yi'an, half-crossed her waist, stretched out a finger and poked his chest, "Laugh again, laugh again, you won't pay for your life if you laugh to death!" ”
There was a hint of blush on his face, and his mouth was slightly puffed out, and he was very pretty.
As soon as the threatening words fell, she turned around angrily, and a hair like ink spilled behind her back.
A hint of interest flashed in He Yi'an's eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it, he indifferently inserted it in his pocket, and then picked up the mountain bike and rode behind him unhurriedly.
When she got home, Xia Yu ate a bowl of millet porridge, drank the medicine and fell asleep, this afternoon's rush had exhausted her, she was sore and soft, and she felt even worse when she was lying in bed.
In the early morning of the next day, Xia Yu slept until dawn, woke up earlier than the alarm clock, and his body was much better, his head was no longer groggy, and his fever had subsided.
It's just that there was a sweat behind her back, she picked up a change of clothes, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and the whole person was a lot more comfortable.
Xia Yu packed his schoolbag, put it on his shoulder and went out, first drank a bowl of small white porridge at the snack bar, then went to the bakery, bought He Yi'an's favorite breakfast, and rode towards his house.
In view of the ghost appearance he said yesterday, he deliberately combed a braided hair before going out today, and chose a light blue shirt and white skirt, full of youthful vitality.
It looks better than the usual casual dress, and the lips are covered with a little light pink lip balm.
As soon as He Yi'an opened the door, he saw Xia Yu leaning against the wall, smiling lightly, staring at him vigorously, sweeping from head to toe, still similar to what he was wearing yesterday.
A white T-shirt with a pale blue Harem style denim that smells like a ruffian on him.
The combination of the two is like the feeling of a couple's outfit, Xia Yu's heart is sweet, like eating a candy, sweet into the heart.
"Am I looking good today?" Xia Yu stood in front of him, turned in a small circle, and smiled brightly, looking like he was in a good state of recovery.
"......" He Yi'an didn't say a word, and walked past her indifferently.
He lay in bed and looked at the ceiling last night, calmly pondered for a while, and found that his kindness to her had exceeded the line.
"Isn't it pretty? I wore it for you to see. Xia Yu walked quickly in front again, blocking his whereabouts.
He Yi'an glanced at it lightly, and finally landed on her white dress, the pair of slender and white legs under the skirt loomed, and when she walked, it was even more itchy.
A dark look flashed in his eyes, and he pushed her away indifferently and walked away with his long legs.
"Why is this so, I obviously disliked me yesterday, and I don't look at it when I look so good today." Xia Yu followed behind unhurriedly, muttering as he walked, "Yesterday's attitude was not as bad as today's, and his face turned faster than a book." ”
He Yi'an took the mountain bike one step ahead of her, Xia Yu handed the breakfast in the basket to him, and then ignored him and went their own way.
I was also a little angry at his cold attitude.
Sure enough, as soon as Xia Yu returned to school, the boys walking on the side of the road all stared at her, and saw that she was dressed differently than usual, with a little more charm.