The agreement has been signed, and Wutong taking care of Jiang Yun in the hospital every day is like doing a task, without investing personal feelings.

Seeing the change in her attitude towards herself, Jiang Yun knew everything in his heart, but he deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Tongtong, I want to drink water."

In the afternoon, the sun lazily shone in through the cracks in the blinds and landed on the lap of the man on the hospital bed, Jiang Yun looked innocently at the woman who had been sitting by the window reading a book, and his tone was euphemistic and pleading.

He likes to show weakness now.

Sure enough, Wutong, who heard his voice, instantly put down the book and got up to pour water for him. She is very considerate now, just so that he can recover as soon as possible.

The water cup was handed over to Jiang Yun, Wu Tong picked his eyes, and his tone was unclear: "Just call me by my name in the future." ”

“……”

Jiang Yun is now in a situation where he is angry every day. At first he called her wife, but she wouldn't allow it. Now he shouts Tongtong like everyone else, and she won't let him.

After a snort, he obediently tilted his head and drank water, looking very helpless.

But he didn't fight on the issue.

At noon, Wutong went downstairs to buy food, and the nurse came in to change the dressing for Jiang Yun's wound. Before leaving, Jiang Yun called out to her: "Could you please help me pick up that piece of paper?" ”

He pointed to the trash can next to the table.

The inside of the trash can was very clean, and although the nurse was a little puzzled, she still leaned down and picked up the paper ball for him.

"Give."

"Thank you."

The nurse closed the door for him, and Jiang Yun carefully spread out the crumpled paper ball that Wutong had crumpled in the morning, wanting to see what she could draw to make herself cry.

The paper was very wrinkled, but it was obvious that the strength of the painter was clear, and Jiang Yun knew a long time ago that Wu Tong was a master of sketching, and he was vivid no matter what he painted. But today this painting is different, she paints it very abstractly, a woman kneeling in a rose flower.

The woman had wounds on her legs and arms, and there was blood gushing from underneath her, as if to allude to something.

Almost instantly, Jiang Yun clearly understood the meaning of her painting, she was recording her marriage to him, and she was also nostalgic for the child she lost at the beginning.

Jiang Yun's fingers were forced, and when the paper was pinched and wrinkled, the knuckles were white, and his heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, and it was densely painful.

Eventually, he folded the painting neatly and secretly put it in his hospital gown pocket, and when he had time, he had to put it away carefully.

When Wutong came back, Jiang Yun was in a daze on the hospital bed, and the eyes that usually looked at people without temperature were diverging at this time, which inexplicably made her feel an illusion of compassion and pity.

With a light cough, she skirted the bed and put the lunch she had bought on the bedside table.

"Do you want to eat now or later?"

Jiang Yun looked over slowly, looked at the things on the table, looked at Wutong again, and asked, "When are you going to eat?" ”

“……”

Wu Tong choked and thought for a moment, "For a moment." ”

"Okay, then I'll eat it later."

“……”

In the next second, Wutong opened the bag, put his own share on the windowsill by the window, and changed his words: "I'll eat now, then you can rest for a while." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yun adjusted his bed table, with a childish smile on the corner of his mouth, and dragged out a long tail tone: "I will eat now, with you." ”

He knew what he was doing now, and he was cheeky enough to send him up, he was at the end of his rope, otherwise there was really no way to get close to her.

Wu Tong had recently gotten used to his naivety, so he didn't speak anymore and ate quietly on his side.

Jiang Yun was also quiet for a while, but soon, he took the initiative to stir up the conversation again: "Tongtong, can't you learn to paint now?" ”

Wu Tong didn't expect him to have the leisure to talk about her private affairs, so he hummed lightly, and his tone was flat, like a conversation with an unfamiliar person: "I can't schedule classes recently, and when you are discharged from the hospital, I will go to class again." ”

"You can bring your sketchpad and paint over and paint, or you'll be bored."

There was a smile in the corner of Jiang Yun's eyes, almost very obvious, he was currying favor with Wutong.

The latter's gaze was pretending to be calm, and his chuckle was not friendly: "You still know that I am boring? That's because you're bored. ”

If he let her go, she wouldn't have to come to the hospital every day to check in.

Jiang Yun raised his eyebrows absently, and sighed: "If I'm not mistaken, the day I was injured and went to find you, you cried like something, you seem to care about me, why are you duplicitous now?" ”

He is a native of Beijing, and his emphasis on speaking has the lazy energy of that hanger, and he looks at ease.

Wu Tong didn't like his smug look, she liked him to be soft in front of her now, and wanted to be so well-behaved these days so that she wouldn't be a moth before completing the task.

"I'm just afraid that you will die at my doorstep, unlucky."

Wutong continued to eat with his head down.

Jiang Yun has really no temper these days, but her rejection of this sentence made him feel a fire in his heart.

"Okay, you wait until I'm better."

Jiang Yun's smile was gloomy and compassionate, and it seemed that he was really ill-intentioned.

When Wu Tong looked up, he happened to catch it, and his heartbeat missed a beat. lowered her eyes and sighed, it was precisely because Jiang Yun was inconvenient to move now that she dared to openly shout: "If you are fine, you should burn incense and worship the Buddha, otherwise I am really afraid that you will die young." The leg was broken, and this time the stomach was almost pierced, in case there is a next time, you are in danger. ”

“……”

Jiang Yun's fire had reached his throat, his smile was stiff, and his eyes were hooked with a hint of warning.

After a pause of two seconds, he replied to her words: "I'm dead, you're a widow, how pitiful." ”

The eyes of the two were-for-tat in the air, the man pursued the victory, and the woman fearlessly greeted him, the confident smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely grinding, and he said slowly: "I am not a widow when you die, that is called a single rich woman, and your money is mine." ”

“……”

When she was chased by her before, Jiang Yun's kung fu was not as good as her, and now it is even more so. Speechless, he half-leaned on the head of the bed and sulked, and continued to eat quietly.

Seeing that the other party was defeated, Wu Tong turned his head sideways, and a successful smile crossed the corner of his mouth, this time it was not sarcasm or noisy, it was a smile that felt relaxed.

Jiang Yun's injury did not heal for a long time, and in addition to accompanying him for three meals a day, Wutong really began to paint in the ward according to his suggestions. Every time she put up the drawing board, Jiang Yun sat on the bed and watched her draw, and it was like an afternoon.

The pale sunlight hit the side of her face, and a picture of a quiet and soft beauty came into his eyes.

Jiang Yun admits that he lacked a pair of eyes to find beauty before.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and the two of them followed the sound one after another.

"Enter!"

Wutong replied with a raised voice.

In the next second, the door panel was pushed open from the outside, and a long, thin figure walked in. The man is very tall, with dark jeans wrapping the long legs, a black leather coat on the upper body, hair much longer than parted, hanging behind the ears, thin and three-dimensional facial features, and the whole person exudes a sense of laziness and sadness.

"You suck. Poisonous? Wu Tong asked him, after all, he really lost a lot of weight.

Jiang Li snorted lightly, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were hooked, and his tone was soothing: "I have no bad habits, unlike some people, who procrastinate and can't even get divorced." ”

Jiang Yun: "??? ”

Is this what his own brother said? What a brother-in-law!

(End of chapter)