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After training on Sunday, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, Yunhua still went to the military hospital again. Please search (product & book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update

When she went, Bo Siqing was writing and painting in a very special pose.

He couldn't sit up yet, and was still lying in the hospital bed, but he had someone get him a movable stand, and propped up a drawing board on his chest, with a blank piece of paper between his faces.

In this way, he does not need to sit up, he can still write and draw on the paper while lying down.

When Yunhua walked over, she took a good look, but she could only see that it seemed to be a topographic map, and there were various marked symbols on the surface, but she couldn't understand what these symbols represented.

"What are you doing?" Cloud Painting asked.

"Boring." Bo Siqing said helplessly, "I'm so bored that I'm about to get moldy, so find something to do." ”

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Bo Siqing coughed lightly, "It doesn't hurt, the medicine of the old Zhongtou's family is still quite effective, I'll rob a few more bottles when I go back." ”

Yunhua didn't want to poke him, and robbed a few more bottles, there were two or three bottles left, so it was difficult to tear down the medicine hall!

"By the way, when I came back, I saw your eldest brother." Yun Hua thought for a moment before saying, "Your family...... You've become like this, did your eldest brother come to see you? ”

Bo Siqing flattened his mouth pitifully: "Yes, I'm so pitiful, no one came to see me!" ”

Yun Hua was speechless, and could only stare dryly.

Bo Siqing immediately smiled brightly again, "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with my family." This time the injury was a bit ruthless, the old man had high blood pressure in the past two years, and he didn't dare to tell him, anyway, didn't I die? At the old man's place, as long as you don't die, it's not a big deal. As for my parents, they were so busy that they called and knew they were fine. ”

"......" Yunhua really didn't know what to say, "Hmm...... I came home and it was too late for my mom to be worried. ”

"Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up next week." Bo Siqing said naturally.

Yun Hua suddenly glared: "Aren't you all right?" ”

He is out of danger of his life, and the wound recovered quickly with the spirit grass ointment, and the key is that he won't be in pain and can't sleep, so why let her do it!

"I'm like this, no one in my family comes to see me, can't you come to see me?" Bo Siqing looked at her aggrievedly.

Cloud painting is really ...... Defeated by him!

When Yun Hua and Chu Yu returned home together, it was already past eight o'clock.

"Is Xiao Si okay?" Jiang Huanqing asked worriedly, "Did you use the medicine that Chu Yu came back to get in a hurry last night?" ”

"Yes, it's good. He's fine, he's recuperating for a while. Yun Hua hurriedly said, "Mom, don't worry. ”

Jiang Huanqing nodded, "Then you go and rest, you have to learn tomorrow." Children's families, how can they be so tired every day. ”

"I'm not tired." Yun Hua laughed, "I think this is good, so that I can feel alive." ”

Jiang Huanqing's brows furrowed again.

I told her about her daughter's nightmare, but she didn't say it too specifically, Jiang Huanqing wouldn't disbelieve her daughter, she just felt that it was too unbelievable.

No matter what, it's just a nightmare, and no matter how painful the experience of the dream is, it can only be used as a wake-up call, and the dream cannot be regarded as a real experience.

But right now, it seems that painting is really affected by nightmares.

Painting seems to really take everything about nightmares seriously, which is why I live so busy, so nervous, and so hard.

Jiang Huanqing couldn't figure it out, everyone had nightmares, but who would really take nightmares as real things?

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