Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Yan He opened his eyes and saw her lying on the table looking at him, looking inexplicably unhappy: "She replied to your message and she didn't tell you. It's very bad."

She looked indignant, as if she was looking at her cell phone.

"Is it bad?"

"Of course it was broken. There was no informing and no respect."

What a mother thinks is good from her own perspective.

Yan He couldn't tell at once whether this was a bad structure or not, and it probably wasn't.

But basic respect is indeed what should be there.

My thoughts are wandering.

The person opposite suddenly got up from the bed and ran directly to her side. He lay on the edge of the bed and looked at her: "How about we go out together?"

There was an inexplicable hint of instigation and encouragement in his tone.

Yan He didn't feel sleepy to begin with.

Subconsciously he replied: "Where to go?"

After a while, the nurse came over to check again. There was no one in the room, and the alarm didn't go off.

She wasn't afraid.

But thinking that I might face my mother’s tears tomorrow, I didn’t want to move for a moment.

It was tiring to hear too much, and there was no need to worry her like this all the time.

The person lying on the edge of the bed smiled, did not answer her, and changed the topic: "I don't like my mother either."

"I quite like my mother."

"You like it?"

"I like."

Yan He didn't expect that one day he would discuss this topic so seriously with others.

But both the original person's emotions and her felt that Yan's mother was a very good mother.

The smile on the man's face immediately faded, and he went back slowly.

The moment she lay down and turned her back to her, a small whisper reached her ears: "I wanted to find a companion."

"..."

Yan He felt that she should not be in this ward.

Even if she is sick, they will never be sick together.

Once the two hours were up, the nurse came over to check on the two of them.

Make sure there are no major emotional changes and walk away.

While Yan He was lying down, still trying to brew sleep, subtle snoring could be heard from the next door.

"..."

Slowly, the medicine took effect and she gradually fell asleep.

The dream was still strange and bizarre, making her sleep uneasy and she woke up before three o'clock in the night.

I don't know when the lights in the ward were turned off.

It was dark.

She turned to look at the sleeping person in the next bed, and closed her eyes tiredly.

Staying in the hospital and taking medicine did allow her to fall asleep faster, but the duration did not increase.

Carefully lift off the quilt and put on your shoes.

Yan He walked to the bedside table, reached out and pinched the lock, and stayed still for two seconds.

In the end I didn't choose to open it.

Cell phones are no fun either.

I lay back on the bed again and stayed there for who knows how long.

She even felt that life was not as long as night.

He slowly got up from the bed again.

The door was closed, and the light from the corridor came through the crack in the door.

She opened the door and went out.

After walking up and down the corridor a few times, the nurse at the service desk was obviously used to her behavior.

I didn't feel surprised or made a sound to stop him.

It wasn't until the nurse came over to ask about breakfast that Yan He realized that it was already dawn.

She was just shaking around without any reason or purpose.

I don't even know why.

"No, thank you. I'll send it to my family."

"Okay, you should take a rest quickly. You didn't sleep much yesterday, right?"

"Can't sleep."

"Lie down for a while."

Yan He sat on the edge of the bed, waited for the nurse to leave, and then looked at the sleeping person opposite.

"..."

The difference between people is really huge.

Isn’t this sleep quality too good?

Even someone came into the room and said several words, but he didn't wake up.

She thought about lying down too, but she didn't sleep, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

The girl who had excellent sleep quality didn't even wake up by herself in the end, but was woken up by her family.

When facing her parents, she was still smiling and didn't dislike her at all as she said yesterday.

Yan He only thought she was joking and didn't take her seriously.

It was Yan’s father who came to deliver food to him today.

The first time he saw her, he frowned: "Are you still not sleeping well?"

"Fortunately."

"If you don't tell dad the truth, look how red your eyes are."

Yan's father said and stretched out his hand, but Yan He dodged it.

Thinking about it, it’s been hard to sleep at night these past few days.

Can't even play the violin.

He poked the noodles with his chopsticks and said, "Dad, can you please do me a favor?"

"No."

"...I haven't said it yet."

"Whatever you want me to help you with must be something your mother doesn't agree with. I wouldn't dare do anything your mother doesn't agree with."

"..."

Forget it.

I knew he was definitely unreliable.

Yan He didn't say anything else and just lowered his head to eat the noodles.

On the contrary, Yan's father realized it later and felt that he rejected it too quickly: "Are you angry?"

Shake his head.

"Mom's disapproval must be for your own good."

"What's good for me?"

"No matter what, your parents have traveled decades further than you, so they can still harm you?"

"Dad, don't smoke anymore and stop drinking. I will tell mom that you actually smoke one pack more a day than she knows."

She suddenly said this, and Yan's father didn't react: "What? If you don't let dad smoke, that's not..."

"For your own good."

"..."

The wind in the little cotton-padded jacket became more and more leaky.

Father Yan glared at her: "How do you know I usually smoke an extra pack of cigarettes?"

"I don't know, I was just talking nonsense, but now I know."

"..."

So, he didn't bring it upon himself.

"Ahem, tell me, what do you want me to help you with?"

Yan He originally just listened to what he said for her own good, so she found an excuse to choke him.

I didn't expect there would be a turnaround.

Swallow the words in your mouth: "If I don't practice the piano, my hands will give birth."

Before being hospitalized, she practiced piano every day, almost continuously.

It's been nearly ten days now without a single touch.

"Your mother wants you to put your work aside for now."

"This is not a job, this is my hobby, and it is integrated into my life."

"No, your mother has to be angry with me."

"Is it easier for you to make her angry if you smoke, or is it easier for me to make her angry if I practice the piano?"

"You practice the piano."

"......it is good."

Yan He nodded, covered the thermos bucket, put it away and put it aside.

There was no intention to embarrass him.

"You're not going to tell your mother, are you?"

"Not a snitch."

Before Yan’s father could breathe a sigh of relief.

She said politely: "It's just for your health."

"And you know what? The mortality rate from second-hand smoke is several times higher than from first-hand smoke."