My Sister is Fuji

"Here, this is yours." Li Lu ordered Su Mu a meal.

The rice for Su Mu was unexpectedly large. The rice in the plastic bowl stood out, and there were also a lot of vegetables.

Others usually only have two dishes, and they are placed directly in the rice; but for Su Mu, there are three dishes, which are served in other bowls.

"Thank you." Su Mu thanked.

"You're welcome." Li Lu smiled, and then she gave food to Xiao Hui, who was sick. The food was much less than Su Mu's. She squinted at her and went out immediately.

Xiaohui's mood suddenly fell, and she pretended not to see it.

"Let's eat together." Su Mu brought the food over.

Xiaohui has no appetite at all, and can't eat chopsticks.

Su Mu couldn't eat it either, and the two of them didn't move a bite.

"Let's eat something." Su Mu thought that Xiaohui could do nothing if she didn't eat anything, but it seemed that she couldn't eat at all.

"Do you want to eat apples?"

"En." Xiaohui said obediently.

Su Mu took an apple, washed it, and peeled it with a knife.

Xiaohui watched Su Mu peeling the apple and smiled.

"Well, what's wrong?" Su Mu was puzzled, he kept peeling the apple without breaking the skin, and peeled the apple clean in one go.

"My mother said that a man who can peel apples must be a good man." Xiaohui took the peeled apples.

Su Mu thought about it seriously, and felt that his words were not completely unreasonable.

But peeling apples alone is too thin, and it's still too difficult to tell whether a man is good or bad.

Xiaohui gnawed on the apple, while Su Mu stood quietly aside.

At night, Su Mu didn't go back.

I specifically asked the elderly doctor if I could stay here.

The answer is yes.

Su Mu lay on Xiaohui's bed, guarding Xiaohui.

The lights were turned off very early, only the hazy moonlight outside the window, through the light gauze by the window, tiptoe, quietly came to the room.

"Xiao Mu, are you asleep?" Xiao Hui asked in a low voice.

"No. You go to bed early, and you have surgery tomorrow." Su Mu said.

Xiao Hui was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and jokingly said, "I can't sleep, Xiao Mu, can you tell me a story?"

"..."

Su Mu was silent for a while, then said, "I'm not very good at telling stories."

When her mother was young, she often told Su Mu bedside stories, but this did not mean that Su Mu knew how to tell stories.

He had heard a lot of stories, but when asked to tell him, either his mind went blank, or the stories he remembered were too simple and childish.

"Cold jokes are fine too."

"I don't know how to make jokes." Su Mu lacked the ability to be humorous.

Xiao Hui jokingly said: "Xiao Mu, you are so bad, you can't even tell jokes." With a slight twinkle in her eyes, she said, "Then let me tell you one."

Su Mu listened quietly.

Xiaohui told a joke: "In the mental hospital, the doctors were afraid that the mental patients would escape, so they set up 99 walls outside."

"In the ward, there are two mental patients. One feels good about himself and stays on his own bed; the other is timid but wants to see the outside world, so he encourages the other mental patient to escape."

"Two people climbed over the walls, but there were too many walls. The timid patient pretended to be bold and encouraged, and the other patient wanted to back down."

"When she turned to No.90, the timid patient was desperate. She thought she would never be able to get over these walls. She said to another patient with low self-esteem, let's go back, the outside world is the wall."

"So, the two patients climbed over 99 walls and went back." Speaking of this, Xiaohui couldn't help laughing, and laughed loudly.

No matter how many walls are climbed, as long as the last wall is not crossed, it is meaningless to cross more walls.

……

On the other side, Fu Jiang in black opened the door and walked into Su Mu's room.

Su Mu's room was neat and clean.

Opening Su Mu's quilt, Fu Jiang lay down, moved his body, found a comfortable position to lie down, and said dreamily, "I really look forward to his expression tomorrow."

Chapter 82 Two Jokes

Chapter 82 Two Jokes

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, and a thin layer of fog formed outside the hospital.The flowers in the flower beds on both sides of the road are delicate and beautiful, covered with a little dew.

Xiaohui was lying on the hospital bed in the operating room, saying goodbye to Su Mu for the last time.

Xiaohui smiled and said, "Wait for me."