Lu Qingshi felt something strange, seeing the girl moving in his arms from time to time, his neck was slightly itchy with his little head, and the man looked at her with a calm gaze, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Qian's little face is very hot, and she doesn't want to retreat from doing this bad thing, not to mention that her face and ears are red, she doesn't want to be seen by him. 818

She pressed her body tightly to his chest, and her jet-black hair hung down at her side, messy by the wind, and a few strands wrapped around his arm holding her, tangled and ambiguous.

There seemed to be mist in her eyes, she couldn't tell which was more shy or nervous, the cold mountain breeze in her ears didn't blow the heat on her face, and her voice was also a little coquettish by the heat, "Brother-in-law, the wind here is so cold......"

Lu Qingshi frowned slightly.

Her voice is delicate and charming, as if she is coquettish, as if she has a hook that can arouse a man's blood.

Hot breath brushed his neck, her lips rubbing against him, he wanted to remind her that such a distance was too ambiguous and inappropriate, but he felt that he was thinking too much.

She's just a child.

When it's cold, she will burrow into his arms to keep warm, just like she did when she was a child.

Lu Qingshi didn't say anything in the end, only hugged her tighter.

The director of the sanatorium knew that Lu Qingshi would come every month on this day, so he waited at the door early in the morning, and was startled when he saw Lu Qingshi coming up with Jiang Qian in his arms.

"Oh, Miss Jiang, what is this?"

Lu Qingshi bowed slightly, "Trouble borrowing an ointment to invigorate blood and reduce swelling, the girl's head and feet are twisted." ”

The dean nodded hurriedly, led the two in, and quickly asked the nurse to push the wheelchair over.

Lu Qingshi hugged her in a wheelchair, then squatted down, held her ankles, and took off the small high heels and cotton socks on her feet.

His movements are extremely natural, and he has obviously been familiar with such a small thing as helping her put on and take off her shoes.

When the nurse brought the ointment, he gave her the medicine himself.

"It's not serious, if you don't move much today, it won't affect your walking tomorrow."

He rested her ankle on the rest of the wheelchair and looked up at her, "I'm going to see your sister, are you waiting for me here, or are you going with me?" ”

She sat in a wheelchair, her big crystal clear eyes responding to his gaze, "I'm going to be with you." ”

"Okay."

Lu Qingshi stood up, walked behind her, and pushed her wheelchair to the VIP ward of the nursing home.

But wheelchairs are only accessible to the door.

Jiang Qian knew that Lu Qingshi wanted to talk to his sister alone.

She was so intrigued that she didn't say she was going to go in.

The door of the ward is glass, Jiang Qian watched Lu Qingshi's tall figure walk towards his sister's bed, this ward is about the best room in the entire nursing home, not to mention the luxurious decoration, a few transparent large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the leafy banana trees outside the window, and the blue sky and sea in the distance, on the sea, a few white seagulls are flying, and the waves on the seaside are beating on the woods. www.

At this moment, the light golden sunlight outside the window shone in and fell on his white shirt, as if covered with a faint gold edge, which looked like a god's mansion falling from the sky.

Unfortunately, the Divine Mansion does not belong to her.

He sat down on the chair next to the bed, his handsome and clear facial features were created by light and shadow to be extraordinarily gentle, he looked at his sister lying on the bed, and his eyebrows, which had always been calm and solemn, were only warm and soft at the moment.

It was gentleness that Jiang Qian had never seen.

He has only the gentleness of his brother to his sister, and only his sister has the tenderness of a man's love for a woman.

The difference between one word and one word is worlds apart.

Jiang Qian looked away.

Force yourself not to think, not to look.

Lu Qingshi and her sister were originally a couple, but she shouldn't be delusional.

Jiang Qian looked at the glass window at the end of the corridor in front of him, looked at the rustling banana leaves outside the window, and several withered yellow leaves, which were knocked down by the cold wind, and after a few turns in the air with a tenacious struggle, they finally fell to the ground, and the silence returned to dust.

Jiang Qian didn't know if her unspeakable love for Lu Qingshi would be buried in the dust like this fallen leaf in the end, but her mood at the moment was indeed like this fallen leaf that was abandoned by the four seasons, hanging alone between the sky and the earth, and she didn't know when a sudden cold wind would blow, making her fall to the bottom of the valley and never turn over.

She watched for a long time, so long that she forgot the passage of time, until she heard the whispers of movement in the hospital room, and she came back to her senses, and realized that an hour had passed.

When she turned her eyes back, she just saw Lu Qingshi get up from the chair, leaned over to help her sister tuck the quilt corners, his deep eyes were gentle and horizontal, only the shadow of her sister alone, after tucking the quilt corners, she saw Lu Qingshi stretch out her hand and gently stroked the soft long hair on her sister's forehead.

Jiang Qian's throat was a little astringent.

She watched him caress his sister's hair with warmth, and looked at the shallow red mark in his neck that was sucked out by her, Jiang Qian's little hand hanging under his sleeve suddenly tightened.

The steady footsteps of the man at the door approached.