Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

The man's voice contained a hint of smile, which seemed a little quiet amid the noise: "Have my photography skills improved?"

Asked an irrelevant topic.

Yan He looked in the direction of the nurse's station, blinked, and recalled the photo he just saw.

"Have."

In fact, the photos he took are quite beautiful, and it can be seen that his skills are good.

At least it's not as bad as he said.

“Chicken Soup for the Soul is becoming more and more righteous.”

"......"

The person on the other side obviously didn't expect her to mention this. He was quiet for two seconds and chuckled softly.

"There must always be progress."

The deep and pleasant voice seemed to be right next to my ears.

Yan He pursed his lips and raised the corners of his lips.

The two were quiet for a while.

It was really too lively over there, with all kinds of noises.

Like being in a downtown area.

"do your stuff?"

"I am not busy."

"......"

"Yan Yan, guess where I am?"

"At the mall."

"Guess again."

"eating."

"Guess again."

It’s so noisy, where else could it be?

"In the night market? Just tell me, I can't guess."

"It's at the night market."

"..."

I don’t know why this answer came, but it felt unexpected and without any sense of accomplishment.

Before he could speak, the voice from the other side came again: "I'm..."

"Bah-"

The sound was so loud and extremely harsh that Yan He frowned for a moment and subconsciously hid.

Nothing was heard.

The honking of cars on the opposite side continued, but it seemed to be shrouded in a closed space.

Muffled sound.

But no longer harsh.

Yan He vaguely heard the sound of slightly hasty footsteps, and then the sound of cars became smaller and smaller.

Until the man's voice could completely cover it up: "Yan Yan?"

"Here I am."

"It's too noisy here, let's talk about it next time, okay?"

"it is good."

"Can you let me go see you next time?" Probably because he was afraid that she would have a psychological burden, he added, "Or we can meet again after you are discharged from the hospital, okay?"

"...can you come see me?"

Yan He stood up and stood at the window. A slight cool breeze was split by the fence and blew in from the middle.

Extremely cool.

I heard him ask softly: "How about coming over the day after tomorrow?"

"it is good."

"Is Yan Yan standing at the window?"

"Ah."

He turned on his toes and was about to avoid it.

"Be careful not to catch a cold."

Then he took it back silently: "...Okay."

After hanging up the voice call.

Yan He waited at the window for a while before turning back.

People sometimes have a rebellious mentality.

Yan He, who is in his twenties, would walk away at his mother's request and then go back again after hanging up the phone.

Even though she is here now, if she is not allowed to do it, she will most likely do it.

But after changing the words, she knew what it meant, but she would take the initiative to walk away.

The tone and attitude of speaking, and the results obtained, make a big difference.

Yan's mother said she would come back in two days, which was really like coming to the hospital one day later.

But he didn't ask to meet.

Yan He was diving into the crafting room at that time. After changing and changing the outlines on the drawing board, they were all drawn out. The next step was to fill in the colors.

After passing through several worlds, she now doesn't have a strong understanding of the adult concept of two days.

It may very well be two days, or it may be a short period of time in the future.

Anyway, she has something to do now and can't force them to come, so it doesn't matter if she puts it aside for a while.

When the nurse came over, she had just squeezed out the paint and was about to color the petals.

I was a little surprised when I first heard the news.

Then I felt normal again.

It's probably because she hasn't recovered from the last conversation, or maybe she's afraid that she'll say something hidden in her heart again.

Before you are mentally prepared, it is better not to meet each other for the time being.

"it is good."

Yan He lowered his head and glanced at the paint on the plate, feeling a little glad that he hadn't started mixing colors yet.

Otherwise it would be a pity.

After all, she may not be able to easily adjust the color to a satisfactory and indistinguishable color every time.

"I'll wash my things and I'll be there soon. You go about your business."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Yan He stood up, packed her things, and put them in the cabinet specially prepared for her.

Then he followed back to the ward.

A familiar thermal bag was placed on the table, and a piano case was placed next to it.

"Is my mother gone?"

"Correct."

Afraid that she would think too much, the nurse hurriedly explained: "The company is busy with something, and I will come to see you in two days."

"Okay, thank you."

Yan He opened the piano case, checked it, and carefully found a place to put the piano.

Then he returned to the table.

He took the thermos buckets out of the bag and opened them one by one.

There are no fish in it.

Ms. Yan has insisted on the idea that fish is the most essential of all foods for decades.

Finally one day the fish was temporarily driven out.

Probably psychological.

Although Yan He still didn't eat much during this meal, he felt particularly at ease with it.

You don’t have to worry about fish bones getting stuck in your throat.

.................................................. ......................................

Zhou Zhiyun finally got some free time and became a messenger.

No one was seen in the ward.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the entertainment area on the other side.

Sure enough, I saw that slender figure at the door of the craft room.

He stepped forward and took a look behind him.

He tapped lightly on the table.

"..."

I was so involved that I didn’t react at all.

She raised her hand in a funny way and patted Yan He on the shoulder: "Yan He?"

"Dr. Zhou?"

"Someone wants to meet you. Are you free now?"

Zhou Zhiyun lowered her eyes and scanned the drawing board: "If you don't have time, you can continue doing your work, why should I just refuse it for you?"

"..."

Even if Yan He was unsure at first, now she is 100% sure from her attitude.

Except for Zhou Zhiheng, no one else could have such an attitude from her.

I wanted to laugh a little, but in the end I couldn't help but arch my eyebrows.

He had put down the paint tray and watercolor pens in his hands and stood up from his position: "Dr. Zhou, I want to see you."

Zhou Zhiyun pretended to shake her head. After getting acquainted with her, it was difficult to maintain the same image as the previous few meetings in front of her.

When Yan He went out, he accidentally heard her whisper: "What's the point of that inhumane little brother?"

"Dr. Zhou, brother Zhiheng is very good."

"......OK."

"When you get out of the hospital, call me sister."

Why can that guy Zhou Zhiheng get a sweet brother name?