"Yes, got it." Song Qingchun freed up a hand, waved at Qin Yinan, closed the door and left.

Qin Yinan was the only one left in the ward, his hands propped behind his head, leaning on the head of the bed, staring at the bright lights on the ceiling, his vision became a little blurred.

In fact, he just wanted to ask her, the person who used to borrow books and poems from him was her, sorry?

But when the words came to his lips, he still didn't ask.

In her box in the afternoon, he rummaged through a lot of her old things, most of which were related to him, carrying the bits and pieces of her youth and secretly liking him.

He had always thought that she just regarded him as an older brother like Song Cheng, but he didn't expect that her dependence on him was a girl's heart.

He turned to the end and saw a blank piece of paper, which was almost soaked with tears, and the handwriting on it was smudged into ink one by one.

But he could still recognize it, it was her handwriting.

Judging from the pen and ink, it was probably written not long ago.

"Brother Yinan, from today onwards, I will learn to let you go slowly."

"Brother Yinan, this is the first day I let you go, I wanted to let myself not send you a text message, but I didn't control it, so I sent it to you anyway."

"It's the second day, I couldn't help it, I didn't text you, but I chatted with you in the WeChat group.

……

"It's the tenth day, and I don't seem as sad as I used to be when I think of you."

……

"This is the twentieth day, and I used to think that I couldn't let go of you if I let go of everything, but now I find that I seem to be about to let go of you."

……

"It's the thirtieth day, and I've forgotten to record my feelings about letting go of you for ten days, and I can face you naturally, I think, I've really let go of you."

Although he was unintentional in the past, he really gave her a lot of sadness, and now that she has come out of those sadness, why should he bring up the old things again and reopen her scars?

Qin Yinan was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed softly, picked up the mobile phone next to his pillow, took a screenshot, entered the text message, looked at the message sent by "Nuan Bao", froze for a long time, and finally gently nodded her name, deleted the word "Nuan Bao" and changed it to "Tang Nuan".

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On March 12th, the temperature suddenly rose by five degrees, and the winter coat was completely unworn.

Song Qingchun deliberately took half a day to find all the winter coats and prepare to send them to the dry cleaners.

When she folded her clothes, she felt through her pockets and took out all the things inside.

After a while, dozens of consumption slips were piled up on the ground, and some renminbi of different denominations and sizes.

When she touched the last pink woolen coat, she felt a small ball of paper from her pocket, folded neatly, she opened it in wonder, and then saw the words "Sumeiren" written on it.

In an instant, her heart felt like it was being held by something, and her eyes turned red in pain.

He has nothing to do with her anymore, how can she seem to coexist with her concerns, and she will be affected by him at any time?

This is the eighth time she has been influenced by him today.

The first time was in the morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock, washed up, and subconsciously ran downstairs to prepare breakfast, and then saw the busy sister-in-law in the restaurant, only to realize that she had been kicked out of his home by him, and she didn't need to prepare breakfast for him.