It’s Colder Today

Wei Zongying asked her if she wanted to eat something together, and she said she had eaten with her friends.

Listening to Shi Yun talk about friends, Wei Congying suddenly realized that he didn't know any of Shi Yun's friends, her roommate, or her childhood friend.

I haven't heard her say which friend she plays better with.

So Wei Zongying was a little curious about her friend on the third floor and asked casually: What's wrong with your friend?

Shi Yun was peeling an apple for him at the time. She sat next to the trash can with her back to him, lowering her head and peeling the apple carefully: It's congenital. Even if I tell you, you won't understand.

This sentence did not dispel Wei Zong's curiosity about the person on the third floor, because every time Shi Yun came to the inpatient department for a break, he would definitely go to see that person first.

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Zhuohui seems to be like the weather in the capital city.

In the past few days, I saw that the person's condition had improved a lot, but as the sunny days before the rainy season ended, he looked like a gray sky without light.

He was beginning to be unable to wake up. When Shi Yun came to the door of the ward with a bouquet of golden rhododendrons, the doctor happened to come out. She held the flowers and did not come close. After a few words, Zhuo's mother covered her face. The look of collapse.

The hydrangeas were in good condition when I left yesterday. I don't know why they withered a lot overnight.

She replaced the hydrangeas in the vase and stood by the bed looking at the man with tubes stuck in his body.

Zhuo's mother held her son's hand and kept crying. Before Shi Yun left, Zhuo Hui woke up, his mouth under the oxygen mask moved, and he called his mother.

His weak voice was lighter than the moan of mosquitoes, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He said he didn't want to die.

Zhuo's mother wiped her tears and told him with choked sobs: I won't die, I won't die...

Shi Yun didn't know when she had left the ward. She suddenly thought of how she felt when she received the bad news a few years ago. She also thought of the scene where she had been sitting on the roadside watching her mother and car fall into flames.

The feeling of being helpless when life came to an end made her whole body tremble.

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Jiang Xuyang was finally free these days. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw the plaster on Wei Songying's leg that had not yet been removed, and raised his hand to tap on it.

It’s very embarrassing: “How long are you going to look like a mummy?”

The steel bars have been in motion for a hundred days, and it feels like they can't be removed in three months. Wei Zongying saw the way he was knocking on the plaster, with nothing heavy in his hands, and reminded him, Be careful with your hands.

Jiang Xuyang was not empty-handed when he arrived. He and Lin Fang came in carrying barbecue and beer. The two of them opened the table at the end of Wei Zong's bed, not afraid of divine punishment.

Lin Fang put the barbecue and beer on the table and glanced around the ward: Where is Shi Yun?

Third floor. Wei Congying has been eating hospital food these past few days. The hospital food is mainly light. At this moment, saliva is secreting from watching the barbecue. Nuwa didn't have enough ingredients when she patched the sky, so she took advantage of you two. Are you going to make up for it?

The two of them stayed for a long time and didn't leave until Shiyun came to the ward. When they met at the door of the ward, Jiang Xuyang greeted her, but Shi Yun did not respond.

It looks wrong.

Lin Fang also noticed it, pulled Jiang Xuyang's sleeve, and whispered to him: We won't interfere in the young couple's affairs, let's go.

The windows of the ward were open for ventilation, and the smell of barbecue was a bit strong.

Wei Songying thought she wouldn't come to see him today, but this time she came much later than before.

Seeing that she was a little distracted, Wei Cong called her out.

She didn't respond, just walked over and closed the window where the ventilation was getting better.

The lights in the room cast her figure on the window, which was dark. The lights printed on the glass pretend to be the moon and stars in the night sky.

Shi Yun stood in front of the window. The window was closed, but her back was still facing him: Wei Zongying.

The tone of calling his name was soft and a little weak.

Wei Zongying noticed something strange: What's wrong?

Can you give up racing? she asked.

The tone was clear and cold.

Wei Congying looked at her back and did not expect that this question would still be asked. His answer did not change: No.

After he answered, there was no other sound in the ward.

Her back was still facing the person on the bed, and Wei Songying heard the sound of deep breathing, and then she turned around, as if nothing had happened.

She raised her hand to tuck the hair on the side of her face behind her ears, and her expression returned to its usual look. Wei Zongying originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Shi Yun's changed look, he was speechless for a moment.

She seemed to become the most perfect Scheherazade in his mind at that moment.

Yes, he doesn't want people who always want him to change. He likes Shiyun who only needs to love him.

From that day on, Shi Yun began to take care of Wei Congying. She also seemed to have forgotten that she had promised to talk about this matter when they met in March.

She finished her own affairs and spent the rest of the time with him in the hospital, taking care of him in every possible way. The previous signs of breaking up completely disappeared.

When he said he couldn't get used to hospital food, she went out for a trip and brought back a nutritious meal.

It tastes much better than the one in the hospital.

She also took over the feeding job.

Even Lin Fang praised her, and she didn't know when she started to become a model girlfriend.