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Wen Jianing's surgical wound recovered very well, and her rehabilitation began the day after her wound healed, accompanied by Wen Cheng, Dad Wen, and Mom Wen, because Wen Jianing requested that Wen Cheng mainly accompany her, and Wen Dad Wen Mom watched from not far away from the two of them.

It can be said that Wen Cheng took good care of Wen Jianing, and the attending doctor was very satisfied with Wen Cheng.

The rehabilitation process is very painful. Wen Jianing's hand has undergone surgery. It can be said that it was dismantled and rebuilt. Difficult, Wen Jianing's eyes were red the whole time, but she never shed a tear.After recovering every day, Wen Jianing was aching and sweating all over, and Wen Cheng's distress was useless, so he could only help her wipe off the sweat and feed her after returning to the room.

Wen Jianing gradually became acquainted with Wen Cheng, and regained the intimate way of getting along with her before. Father Wen frowned as he watched the two get along more and more harmoniously, and Mother Wen's expression became more complicated. Still sad.

On the other hand in China, Liang Jie was very persistent towards Mu Qingyang. After kissing Mu Qingyang forcibly, she went to visit her father and mother every day like a demon. Fortunately, her father and mother respected her more. Qingyang, after Mu Qingyang said hello and told Liang Jie not to tell him and Wencheng's addresses, they really kept quiet about Liang Jie, but the girl came to the house with gifts every day, although you knew her purpose clearly, but She just doesn't talk, and chats with you, the shepherd father and mother feel very sorry, it's very uncomfortable.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and the shepherd mother gave Mu Qingyang an ultimatum—to get Liang Jie out of the way, no matter whether she accepted her or rejected her, in short, she couldn't let her go home with gifts all the time, and the neighbors almost wanted her. knew.

On the day of placing the order, Mu Qingyang, with a cigarette in his mouth, entered the house without saying a word and pulled up Liang Jie who was sitting on the sofa having a good conversation with her mother. Shocked: "Mu Qingyang, Mu Qingyang, what are you doing? Don't pull my clothes! You can pull my hands!"

Mu Qingyang ignored her, and took Liang Jie by the sleeve to lead her downstairs. When he arrived at the corner of the first floor, he threw her directly against the wall, took the cigarette from his mouth and shook the ash. He exhaled a puff of smoke unhurriedly, his expression was extraordinarily calm in the smoke, so calm that it was terrifying.

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Mu Qingyang's voice was slightly hoarse. After the smoke cleared, Liang Jie saw Mu Qingyang's slightly red face. She couldn't bear to reach out to him, wanting to touch his forehead. The hand was about to block it, and the body temperature where it touched Liang Jie was terribly high. Liang Jie was shocked and said, "Do you have a fever?"

Mu Qingyang didn't have much patience, so he extinguished the cigarette on the handrail of the stairs, put one hand on Liang Jie's shoulder, pressed her hard against the wall, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want before you give up?" ?”

Liang Jie answered irrelevantly: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kiss you again?"

"Come and kiss." Mu Qingyang narrowed his eyes, and his tone was calm and emotionless, "I'm not in the mood to be sick, believe me I can strangle you to death right here."

What is a joke and what is serious, Liang Jie can still recognize, besides, Mu Qingyang is holding her shoulder very hard now, the pain makes her not in the mood to kiss him.Liang Jie smiled bitterly, "Unless I can't see any possibility between us. I never give up what I fancy easily."

"We were originally..." Mu Qingyang finished speaking halfway, his eyes suddenly went dark, his tall body swayed twice, Liang Jie's expression became flustered, "Hey! Mu Qingyang..."

Mu Qingyang in the back has lost consciousness.

After listening to the doctor's examination report, Wen Cheng's expression became slightly solemn. Seeing that he was absent-minded, the doctor couldn't help calling him twice.Wen Cheng came to his senses and apologized politely. The doctor smiled and said in English: "Mr. Wen, although the current situation is not optimistic, there is still a chance of recovery. Don't give up until the end of the day."

"I know," Wen Cheng replied politely, "Thank you."

The doctor nodded and left after confirming that there was nothing wrong.Wen Jianing and Wen's father and Wen's mother were sitting at the other end of the corridor waiting. Seeing Wen Cheng approaching, the family who were talking just now became quiet and looked up at Wen Cheng. Wen's mother was more anxious and asked softly: " what did the doctor say?"

Wen Cheng looked down at Wen Jianing, and she also looked at him with calm and gentle eyes.

Wen Cheng smiled, and said lightly: "There are still 20 days, and we need to work harder."

Mother Wen breathed a sigh of relief, "Then continue to do rehabilitation today?"

"En." Wen Cheng nodded, and Wen Jianing stood up and walked in front of Wen Cheng. Wen Cheng was about to follow, but Wen's father held his arm.

Wen Cheng turned around with a puzzled expression.

The expression on Papa Wen's face was subtle, heavy, awkward, and uncomfortable no matter how you looked at it.

"Tell me honestly," Father Wen let go of Wen Cheng's hand, looked at Wen Jianing warily, and asked in a low voice after finding that she wasn't paying attention, "Is the situation bad?"

Wen Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes."

"Yeah." Dad Wen was still calm, his thoughts couldn't be seen from his face, he nodded to Wen Cheng, "Go."

Compared to before, Dad Wen was still indifferent and distant towards Wencheng, but at least he put away his disgust.

Wen Cheng didn't answer any more, and turned to accompany Wen Jianing.

Before, Wen Jianing asked Wen Cheng to accompany her for dinner just because she was dissatisfied with Wen's father and mother for wanting her to hide from Wen Cheng. After unraveling her knot that day, she no longer asked Wen Cheng to accompany her. Instead, she urged Wen Cheng to go back to rest.So Wencheng left the hospital at 05:30, and while it was still early, he planned to buy some ingredients to prepare in the apartment.

Mu Qingyang called when Wencheng first arrived at the supermarket. Wencheng stared at the note in place, and had to read it again. It was indeed "Baby", and under "Baby" it was indeed It's Mu Qingyang's mobile phone number.

Wen Cheng glanced at the time, it was six in the afternoon, and it was two in the morning in China, would Mu Qingyang call him at this time?

Despite all his doubts, Wen Cheng quickly answered the phone and pushed the shopping cart with one hand.

It was connected, but there was no sound from the other end. Wen Cheng wondered if Mu Qingyang accidentally pressed the phone while sleeping and confiscated it. He asked softly, "Baby?"

Mu Qingyang still didn't speak, but Wen Cheng heard the sound of cloth rubbing against cloth through the receiver, probably Mu Qingyang turned over.Wen Cheng imagined Mu Qingyang turning over in a daze, and wanted to laugh a little, and he did. He threw the goods into the shopping cart and said to the phone: "Baby? Baby...International calls are very expensive. .”

"Wen...Cheng." Mu Qingyang finally spoke, but his voice was not quite right, it was very hoarse, and it took a long time between the word "Wen" and the word "City", as if he was still drunk.

Wen Cheng froze in front of the shelf in an instant, his tone lost his usual carefree manner, he sped up his speech nervously, lowered his voice seriously, it sounded like he was asking with an order: "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Qingyang's reaction was not as slow as before, and he laughed a couple of times indifferently, his voice was still hoarse and very unpleasant, "Why are you so nervous, you can't die."

"Fever?" Wen Cheng guessed, pushing the shopping cart and walking slowly.

"Probably," Mu Qingyang touched his forehead with one hand, and it was hot there, "I don't know too well."

"How long has it been? Have you taken your medicine? Where are you now? What are you doing? Is anyone here? Have you eaten yet..." Wen Cheng didn't have any intention of joking, these words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, gloomy horrible.

But Mu Qingyang didn't care, and even interrupted Wen Cheng and said, "Be safe, I have a headache, come one by one, okay, Dad?"

"Okay," Wen Cheng breathed out, and began to choose products, "How long has it been?"

"I don't remember. Three or four days."

"It's always been like this? Have you taken any medicine?"

"Always. Eat."

"What medicine?"

Mu Qingyang barely thought, and blurted out: "Isatis root at home."

"..." It was Wen Cheng's mistake not to prepare other medicines at home. He calmed down and continued to ask, "What about now?"

"My mother's house. It should have been fed. It's not as painful as before."

Knowing that Mu Qingyang is not alone now, Wen Cheng's heart is half relieved, "Have you eaten?"

"I don't know. I just woke up." Mu Qingyang replied word by word, with a peaceful tiredness wrapped in his slow speech.

Wen Cheng felt distressed, and his tone softened a lot, as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep, it's time to rest."

"Wencheng," Mu Qingyang's tone was as usual, but he could accurately touch the most vulnerable place in Wencheng's heart, with a burst of sadness, "talk to me."

Mu Qingyang seldom pestered people like this, and because of this, his sudden request seemed pitiful, and Wen Cheng couldn't resist, even though his heart was dying of pain, he still pretended to be relaxed and smiled into the phone, and said nonchalantly: "I want to say What?"

Mu Qingyang turned over, was facing the ceiling, clutched his phone and said, "It's late now, I'm looking at the ceiling, it's dark outside, and there's no sound."

"It's two o'clock, baby." Wen Cheng threw the goods on the shelf into the shopping cart, and slowly pushed the cart, "I accompanied Jia Ning back from rehabilitation, and now in the supermarket, the prices are too expensive compared to domestic ones. "

Mu Qingyang laughed twice, "I listened to the song you recorded."

Wen Cheng smiled and replied, "I know."

"It's pretty boring these days." Mu Qingyang said.

Wen Cheng's tone softened, "I know."

Mu Qingyang stopped talking again.

Wencheng didn't hang up either.

He was reluctant.

This is the only thread that can connect the two of them. It is very thin and light, and it will break if you are not careful. Then he will return to the original rhythm, but the yearning is getting heavier, even heavier than before. Thirst for many.

After a long time, Mu Qingyang sighed, "I'm a little tired."

Wen Cheng's footsteps faltered slightly.He didn't know whether Mu Qingyang was talking about the current situation, the recent living situation, or... his relationship with him.After thinking for a long time, Wen Cheng said, "I know." With a heavy and tired heart.

Mu Qingyang paused, his tone was a bit weird, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, "I suddenly remembered that time when the motorcycle was stolen..."

Wen Cheng was a little helpless: "Baby, why don't we mention that success?"

Mu Qingyang finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I have one that can be stolen, a shopping cart." Wen Cheng said, and Mu Qingyang laughed even more, but his voice was too hoarse, and it sounded like a half-dead old man screaming.

Wen Cheng listened quietly, and pushed the shopping cart to the cashier to pay. Mu Qingyang had already stopped laughing and returned to silence. Wen Cheng paid, took the shopping bag, and Mu Qingyang said, "International long distance seems to be very convenient. Dear."

"Ah, yes." Wen Cheng replied.

Mu Qingyang asked casually, "When will you be back?"

"It's the middle of next month." Wen Cheng replied casually, reaching out to hail a taxi and get in.

"En." Mu Qingyang responded.

The driver asked in English in front: "Where are you going, sir?"

Wen Cheng didn't think about it, and replied in English. Mu Qingyang heard it clearly, and after Wen Cheng explained to the driver, he said, "We are far away."

Different scenery, different language, and eight hours of time difference.

Wen Cheng was taken aback, but before he could think of how to answer, Mu Qingyang said softly, as if he was about to fall asleep, "I just... miss you."

Wen Cheng's hand holding the phone tightened, his eyes were sore that he was about to shed tears, and he replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "I miss you too." No matter when, where, or whatever I do, I miss you, Let you become a kind of drug, an addiction that cannot be quit, and the slightest movement will tear your heart.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingyang completely lost his strength, and fell asleep with the phone beside the pillow.

The door of Mu Qingyang's room, which had been open for a long time, finally closed slowly. Liang Jie was holding Mu Qingyang's medicine in her hand, with an obscure expression.

The shepherd on the sofa was suddenly awakened by something. Seeing Liang Jie who was holding medicine and water in front of her, her expression relaxed a lot, but she was still deeply tired: "Is Yang Yang awake?"

Liang Jie shook her head, the herdsman sighed, and complained in a low voice: "This child is really, even with such a serious fever, he didn't say a word. If it wasn't for your help, no one would know he fainted on the road." Liang Jie She didn't speak, she put the medicine on the tea table, and the shepherd mother was still talking: "Your uncle is not at home on duty, and I don't know anything by myself, I'm in a hurry, and I feel sorry for you to stay and take care of Yangyang."

"It's okay auntie, I like him, I do it voluntarily." Liang Jie smiled, "Go to sleep, he's much better."

"Hey." The shepherd mother responded, stood up from the sofa, rubbed her eyes, "you go to rest too, there are not enough rooms at home, if you don't mind it, you can sleep in Yueyue's room, he is not at home."

"Okay." Liang Jie smiled and obediently agreed.