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After breakfast, he poured the cooked porridge into the thermos bucket. Seeing that Musu was still eating leisurely, he kindly reminded, "If your legs are not ready, I can go first."

"Wait for me." Mu Su dropped his chopsticks in shock, and quickly ran back to the room to change his clothes.

On weekends, there were fewer people in the hospital than usual. Qingfeng looked at the elevator going up and down slowly, and turned to walk towards the stairs. Musu wanted to call him to stop him, but he had already gone away, so he had to crawl along with him.

He had just climbed to the fourth floor, and there was only his heavy panting in the stairwell. He couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed Qingfeng's arm, "Which floor does he live on, and how many floors do I have to climb to get there."

"He lives on the tenth floor, and the elevators in the hospital are very annoying, so it's faster to simply climb the stairs." Qingfeng is used to going up and down the stairs, so the tenth floor of the hospital is not a problem, but Musu, who is used to elevators, already feels his chest The air in the room was drained, wiped the sweat from his brow, and couldn't help but curse, "I ate such a little egg pancake in the morning, is it worth it to give away this broken porridge?"

Qingfeng rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead for him, "Why don't you wait in the lobby, and I'll go up by myself."

His hand was slapped off, "Aren't you mocking me? Isn't it the tenth floor? The remaining eight floors will be there in a blink of an eye." He continued to climb two steps and continued to climb, leaving Qingfeng with a smile behind him. Reminder "There are still six floors, don't climb the wrong one."

Climbing to the last floor, Mu Su sat down on the steps, panting heavily while clutching the railing, and Qingfeng walked up leisurely, forming a clear contrast between the two.

"What are you looking at? I'm just doing normal physiological ventilation." Mu Su's eyes were full of displeasure, Qingfeng just walked by his side and rubbed his head vigorously, "It's normal, it's you This little bellows is a bit loud."

"Screw you!"

After finally reaching the door of Ke Cheng's ward, Ke Cheng was looking down at his mobile phone, when he raised his eyes, he saw Qingfeng coming with an insulated bucket and the panting... little boy behind him.

"You...why are you here?" He put down his phone and subconsciously sat up a little.

Qingfeng thoughtfully pulled the folding chair over to signal Musu to sit down, and pulled a few pieces of paper to wipe the sweat off his brow, "The elevator came up too slowly."

Listening to the explanation, a smile appeared on the corner of Ke Cheng's mouth, "You are very calm. You used to run up and down the eighth floor every day, and it seems that the results are very good."

"The eighth floor? Do you have to run so high every day?" Mu Su frowned slightly and asked Qingfeng sideways. Qingfeng was busy with the things in hand, and just said lightly, "I used to live on the eighth floor."

"Don't you have an elevator in your house?" Mu Su didn't know that it was an old community and there was no elevator. "What kind of broken developer doesn't install an elevator."

A complaint made Ke Cheng and Qingfeng both laugh, "Maybe they forgot to install it when they built the building."

Qingfeng handed the scooped porridge to Ke Cheng, and asked about today's situation along the way. Knowing that it was much better, he felt a little relieved.

Musu looked at Qingfeng, the 24-year-old nurse, and said cheekily, "I want it too."

"Didn't you just eat three egg pancakes this morning?" Qingfeng emphasized the quantifier "three", and Musu just pouted, "I climbed ten floors, I'm hungry!"

"But there is only one set of chopsticks, how do you share the drinks?" Qingfeng always felt that Musu was making trouble for no reason, but he was naughty but not enough to snatch the patient's breakfast.

"I don't care, I'm hungry." To Qingfeng, this move was unreasonable, but to Ke Cheng, it seemed like a coquettish to Qingfeng. Qingfeng didn't get angry, but showed helplessness on his face. He could only lower his head and continue drinking Tasteless porridge.

"I'll take you to eat some more later." She reached out and swept the top of his head to appease him, Musu puffed her cheeks childishly, and stared at the porridge in Ke Cheng's hand with some resentment, "If you don't give me a drink, you must I feel that cooking is not as good as mine, and I am afraid of losing face!"

This kind of reason can be found out, Qingfeng has to admire Musu's thinking logic, and can't bear to fight against such a "child", so he strokes his hair, "Yes, yes, who are you, you can cook porridge in the world First, I have a great taste after taking a sip."

"Although you don't want to give me porridge, I can continue to cook porridge for you, regardless of the past."

Ke Cheng looked at Mu Su with gentle eyes, and the corners of his mouth kept rising slightly, as if he was watching a child clamoring for candy, especially the smug little eyes, showing off intentionally or unintentionally.

It was such an extremely easy-to-see action, but in Ke Cheng's heart, it felt a little uncomfortable, as if suddenly the person Qingfeng cared about had changed.

Qingfeng went out with the kettle to turn on the water, leaving Musu alone in the ward to take care of the patients on the bed. Musu's big eyes were rolling around, and he wanted to talk to Ke Cheng. Although he didn't have a good impression of this person, but this People seem to know Qingfeng's past very well, which doesn't mean he is not curious about Qingfeng.

"Your eyebrows and eyes are so beautiful." Before he could speak, a compliment from Ke Cheng greeted him.

"What?" Mu Su's eyes widened, thinking there was some deep meaning in it.

"The eyes are like grapes, and he looks like a good boy." As he said, his fingers passed by his eyes, which made Mu Su itch. "No wonder Qingfeng can't do anything to you."

On the contrary, Musu was not happy, and it sounded like he was scolding him, "Let's be honest, I'm already in the second year of junior high school."

"That's what it means on the surface." Ke Cheng lowered his head and drank the porridge with a full smile, "But you seem to be very hostile to me."

"Me? You're thinking too much, the porridge you're drinking is from our family." Mu Su didn't want to admit it, he was indeed very upset with Ke Cheng, especially with his pure-hearted and ascetic appearance, he was obviously a layman, Very vulgar person.

"Your house, Qingfeng went to your house early in the morning?" Ke Cheng grasped this point immediately, and Mu Su nodded heavily, "He slept at my house last night, who made your stomach bleed and made him come back home?" I can't go home."

"Oh..." With one simple word, Musu's seven orifices were so angry that smoke came out. He couldn't get home by himself, so why did he react like this? He was really a white-eyed wolf.

"How long have you known each other?" Now that we finally got to the point, Ke Cheng was a little surprised by Mu Su's straightforward question.

"Should..." broke his fingers and calculated, "Qingfeng is 17 years old this year, seven years."

"I know, it's the seven-year itch." Mu Su said with a bald mouth, causing Ke Cheng to almost spit out the porridge he drank, trying to hold back a smile, "Do you know what this means?"

"I..." Mu Su just had this word in his mind suddenly, and heard him say again, "Don't use this word indiscriminately, or you will be beaten. Qingfeng hurts people very much."