Yao Cuihua came over with lunch and replaced Zhen Zhu.

Zhen Zhu returned the book to Zhen Lei and left the ward with a smile.

It's just that this time, Zhen Zhu didn't go back to the rented homestay.

Take the elevator to the top floor, and someone has been waiting somewhere for a long time.

Zhen Zhu was taken by a cold nurse, did a full body examination from head to toe, and finally gave Zhen Zhu a sentence to wait for the result and sent her away.

Silently arranging his clothes and touching his stinging spine, Zhen Zhu remembered the jokes of selling kidneys in later generations, and couldn't help but smile.

Selling yourself, it turns out that it is not so easy.

When the pain on her body was a little less, Zhen Zhu stood up straight and walked out.

Standing in front of the elevator, watching the elevator rise little by little, Zhen Zhu had a feeling of escaping from the cage.

With a clear clang, the elevator door opened, and a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers poured out of it, and among them was a familiar figure.

Zhen Zhu only glanced at it, then slowly lowered his head and did not say hello to Huzi.

This is not Yaojia Village, and it is best to be cautious in words and deeds.

Among the seven or eight teenagers, Zhen Zhu only felt that the figure at the head was extremely tall and tall, and he was just at the shoulder blade of others.

For the rest, there is no more impression.

When he staggered by, he saw Zhen Zhu in a cloth dress, and the young man who was beating his head smiled, with a bit of cynicism.

"In this intensive care ward, all cats and dogs can come in."

When he said this, the young man was obviously smiling, but the doctors and nurses were all shivering in the August sun.

The cold nurse was smiling all over her face at the moment, "Wen Shao, that girl is here to make a match......

The eagerness to exculpate is overflowing.

The young man who was called Wen Shao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a smile, "So, it's Uncle Nian's, it's not Uncle Nian, he uses someone else, and he can't even give up a decent clothes." ”

The nurse looked around, not knowing what to say.

The people who were swept by her eyes all lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at it or say a word more.

In the end, it was Huzi who opened his mouth, "Didn't you come to see Bao'er?" It's always bad to keep him waiting!"

Wen Xi glanced at Huzi with a smile, "When did you become so kind?" ”

Hu Ziyang opened a handsome and refreshing smile, "I have always been very gentlemanly and don't embarrass girls." ”

Wen Xi raised his eyebrows, undeniable, and walked towards Bao'er's ward with a group of teenagers.

Bao'er of the Nian family, a young man with a great name Nian Xun, stood by the window, not knowing what he was thinking, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

Wen Xi unceremoniously pushed the door in, startled the young man, and suddenly looked back, and there was something in his eyes that flashed.

Wen Xi pursed his lips, "What are you thinking about there?" It's sad and sad like a girl. ”

Nian Xun closed the book with a little anxiety and stuffed it under the pillow, but Wen Xi pulled it out.

After only glancing at the cover, Wen Xi suddenly felt that the book was hot, and threw it away, "Throw it away, throw it away." ”

The willful and arrogant look, as if he said the truth, is irrefutable and questionable.

Huzi took the book and put it on the small table beside him, as if nothing had happened.

Nian Xun, this child, it would be nice if it was a little worse. Even if it's as flamboyant and domineering as Wen Xi, it's not bad.

It's just that this child is always like this, or frowning with a slight sorrow, or looking at Wen Xi's wanton behavior with a faint smile, as soft as a little white rabbit.

Those big apricot eyes are so similar to Zhen Zhu's child.

made him careless, as if he had seen another Zhen Zhu.

Glancing at the cover of the book, Huzi knew the source of Nian Xun's sorrow and the reason why Wen Xi wanted to throw away the book.

Everyone has seen through it! But he can only pretend that he doesn't know anything.

A smile appeared at the corner of Huzi's mouth, with a bit of sarcasm.

This circle, it's always like this.

With Wen Xi's group of people, most of them dare not resist him, and the peacemaker is always a tiger.

Huzi patted Wen Xi's shoulder and smiled harmlessly, "Bao'er is a patient, you can't let him, you have to make it tense?"

Wen Xi glanced at the book, then at the nervous Nian Xun, and closed his mouth.

Huzi pulled Nian Xun to sit down, changed a harmless topic, and said a few words, Wen Xi looked at the two of them, smiled, and still hung up, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Bao'er is a good boy, he doesn't fight or grab, but he can't help but defend it for him.

A group of people came and went.

Nian Xun was still standing by the window, looking at the group of teenagers downstairs, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, picked up his violin, put it on his shoulder, and gently put his chin up, forming a beautiful arc.

With a smile on his face, his slender fingers held the bow, and the bow touched the strings, and the sad Tchaikovsky's "Melancholy Serenade" slowly flowed through the hospital room and gradually floated out of the window.

Wen Xi downstairs heard the sound of the piano, paused, and turned to look at the intensive care ward on the top floor.

Seeing Wen Xi turn around, Nian Xun smiled with satisfaction.

As the children and grandchildren of the Wen family, this little thing should be able to be done!

In this circle, Nian Xun has always been known for not fighting or grabbing.

But in fact, as the son of Nian Qingyun, Nian Xun is not so indisputable.

It's just that his mother gently told him that in terms of his status and status, he is destined to fight or win, so it is better to put on a posture of not fighting or grabbing, and when the time comes, someone will naturally fight for him and grab for him.

His mother is gentle, and as the illegitimate daughter of the Wen family, she has followed this law step by step to this day.

As a young and gentle son, he just carried forward both.

He just needs to live well by himself, as for the ending of that girl, what does it have to do with him?

Nian Xun stood by the window that afternoon, with a white shirt and a brown and red violin, looking so harmonious.

Only the smile on his face and the sad sound of the piano have become a contrast.

Zhen Zhu sat in Zhen Lei's hospital room, and also heard the beautiful melody played by the violin, and the corners of her mouth hooked.

Co-author, she is not aggrieved by the medicine primer, but the person who takes the medicine is wronged?

I don't know what kind of moths that group of squigglers will make.

Zhen Zhu quietly finished giving a lecture to Zhen Lei, then made an excuse, walked downstairs, took out the note left by Nian Qingyun, and called him, "Mr. Nian, I happened to meet a group of teenagers who came to visit the patient in the stairwell today. After they left, the noble prince seemed very unhappy and played Tchaikovsky's "Melancholy Serenade" for an afternoon. You see......"

Zhen Zhu's words seemed ordinary, but they made Nian Qingyun's heart skip a beat.

"Didn't bother you! I'll take care of this. ”

Zhen Zhu smiled, hung up the phone, and turned around and walked into the provincial hospital.

Downstairs in the inpatient department, Zhen Zhu looked at the young man in the white shirt in front of the window of the intensive care ward and hooked the corners of his mouth.

Life is like chess, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer.