Lesions

That night, after Qi Zixi felt better, he called all the security guards from the nursing home.He just wanted to let everyone know that something happened to him.In this way, you can justifiably apply for the protection of the police.

These are Chen Weiyang's ideas for him.

After a lapse of more than a month, the nursing home was once again noisy all night.

Bai Xue also came to comfort Qi Zixi's emotions.Zhao Yuan finally showed his face, but his face was not very good, and the upper part of his body was very stiff.

Qi Zixi stared at Zhao Yuan steadfastly, he believed in his heart that it was Zhao Yuan who did it.

Zhao Yuan gave a training to the security guards gathered around Qi Zixi, saying that they didn't know what to do when they came here without doing business.

One of them said hesitantly, "Mr. Qi...is injured."

Zhao Yuan looked at Qi Zixi from head to toe contemptuously, and said, "Aren't you very energetic if you can be noisy?"

The effect of Qi Zixi's injection hadn't fully passed, so it was rare that he didn't have the energy to fight with the opponent, but he was still desperate to compete with Zhao Yuan.

It was Bai Xue and Chen Weiyang's non-stop rounding the field that made the two people who were on the verge of sword less conflict.

In the evening, Chen Weiyang naturally guarded Qi Zixi in the medical room.

After the panic gradually disappeared, coupled with the lack of energy, Qi Zixi quickly fell asleep this time.

Chen Weiyang stood there, staring at a certain place in nothingness outside the window, lost in thought.

Someone knocked on the door lightly, only three times, no more, no less.

This kind of movement made Chen Weiyang refocus his attention, he walked over to open the door, and found that it was actually Fu Lan outside.

"Why don't you rest so late?" Chen Weiyang came to the door, and gently closed the door with his backhand. "Did you apply medicine to the burn?"

It is still the concern that can be felt at any time.Fu Lan thought sourly in her heart: But this seems to be what Chen Weiyang would do to everyone, just like the other party is with Qi Zixi now.Not mixed with too much other meaning.

Not wanting to answer Chen Weiyang, Fu Lan asked an almost irrelevant question, he said: "The bouquet, did you throw it away?"

Chen Weiyang froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Because the time has passed."

"What time?" Fu Lan was puzzled: "You said that you want to decorate the room, but the flowers are not withered. I don't understand."

"I didn't expect you to care so much about this little thing." Chen Weiyang was a little surprised by Fu Lan's persistence, and he explained calmly: "Actually, flowers don't have a long shelf life, and they need to appear at a certain right time. Meaningful. So you don’t have to keep it for too long, sometimes a glance is enough.”

"...Then," Fu Lan bit her lip, "Why did you send me off again?"

Chen Weiyang said softly: "Of course it suits you very well."

I didn't want to admit that I was so happy for this sentence, but Fu Lan really felt very satisfied, just like the painful lines that were split when I was sad before were bursting out with sweet honey.

How could it be so easily shaken?

Fu Lan really wanted to spurn herself severely.

He struggled and struggled to look at Chen Weiyang, finally, after taking several deep breaths, he mustered up great courage, and he wanted to ask a question that he had suppressed for a long time.

"Chen Weiyang," Fu Lan said in a low voice, "Have you ever liked anyone? Before or now."

Chen Weiyang looked at Fu Lan, his eyes seemed to be changing, some were dark and some were cold, and there were dark eyeballs.

Fu Lan thought it was his own illusion, a psychological effect.After all, Chen Weiyang never had such an expression.

Sure enough, Chen Weiyang blinked quickly, as if nothing had changed, he still had the same soft smile forever. "Is there anyone I like?" He said, "No, I've never liked anyone."

I can't tell whether it's disappointment or joy.Fu Lan is very conflicted. He is disappointed that Chen Weiyang really doesn't like him, but also happy that no one has walked into the other's heart, which shows that he still has a chance.

"You...I think you...are very good." Fu Lan didn't even dare to look at the person in front of him: "To me too...you are very, very good. Really, Chen Weiyang."

Chen Weiyang just smiled, and said to Fu Lan, "Thank you." However, the next moment, he approached, reached out and rubbed the other person's hair, brushed Fu Lan's bangs casually with his palm, and planted a kiss on that person's forehead .

The voice was as low as a whisper: "In my heart, you are the same."