Ex-boyfriend is writing to me again

Chapter 27

It was white, and the curtains swayed gently with the soft wind.

Just as Jiang Anqing opened his eyes, the feeling of being closed for a long time came from his eyes, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in his nose.

"Are you awake?" Luo Lin sat on the edge of the bed peeling an apple with a smile on her face, but Jiang Anqing found the sadness hidden under her smile.

"Last night, Xiaoshan suddenly called me and said that you had been admitted to the hospital. I was so scared that I hurried over. The doctor said that you had eaten expired food... Xiaoshan just left because of work, and my mother is with you."

Jiang Anqing listened quietly to Luo Lin's rambling with a sideways face.

"In the future, throw away the things you can't keep after eating. Who did you learn to be so nostalgic." Rowling put the peeled apples on the table, and she picked up a tissue to wipe her hands.

Mother gently rubbed Jiang Anqing's hair, even though the back of her hand was well maintained, it was still wrinkled.

Jiang Anqing's tears slid to the pillow uncontrollably.

"Mom..." Jiang Anqing yelled hoarsely.

Seeing him like this, Rowling held back her tears and let out a sigh, and the movement of rubbing her hair became more and more gentle: "Mom is here."

There was a long silence in the ward.

Jiang Anqing's tears flowed silently and non-stop: "Some things don't seem to be ok if you like them, mom."

"Mom knows, mom knows." Rowling nodded, her eyes flushed, she raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Jiang Anqing's eyes, but it didn't seem to help.

"Son, you have to know...some people who care about it just keep it in their hearts, there is no way to force it."

Jiang Anqing just opened her eyes and wept, and said nothing.

"Here, eat an apple." Rowling cut an apple into pieces and handed it to Jiang Anqing's mouth.

Jiang Anqing bit it, her eyes silently staring at the snow-white ceiling above her head.

As if he had suddenly found an exit, Jiang Anqing murmured softly that Apple is so bitter, and then couldn't control his sobs and began to cry.

"mom……"

"Why are apples so bitter?"

Rowling covered her mouth and choked up, put down the bowl in her hand, got up and ran out.

The moment Rowling pushed open the door, she nearly bumped into someone.

"Sorry." Rowling wiped her face with her hands, and gently closed the door of the ward behind her, saying, "He came to see An Qing, right? He just fell asleep, why don't you go in later?"

Ban Qing held a bouquet of carnations in his hand, and the man nodded gentlemanly: "Okay, thank you."

Ban Qing noticed Luo Lin's red eyes, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

"Wipe your tears."

Rowling was taken aback for a moment, then took it with a smile and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ban Qing asked cautiously, "Are you Jiang Anqing's mother?"

Rowling nodded, but she didn't have much strength to talk, she just said to find a doctor and left.

Ban Qing remembered what Rowling said to go in later, so he waited outside the ward with a bouquet in his arms.

Li Xiaoshan had just solved the problem at work when he crossed the corner of the corridor of the ward with the incubator in his arms, and saw Ban Qing like this.

After his footsteps stopped, Ban Qing was the first to discover Li Xiaoshan, and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Li."

Seeing his relaxed appearance, Li Xiaoshan knew that this man had discovered that he and Jiang Anqing were not in a relationship.

"Well, are you coming to see An Qing?" Li Xiaoshan walked over holding the insulation box and asked.

The glass of the ward is glowing, reflecting the scene inside.

Li Xiaoshan took a closer look, and then followed Ban Qing to sit on the bench outside the ward.

Ban Qing didn't go over to look at it, so he asked, "Mr. Jiang is still sleeping?"

Li Xiaoshan was stunned for a second, thinking of the scene he had just seen, nodded decisively and said: "Well, I'm still sleeping, let's go in later."

"it is good."

Li Xiaoshan noticed the carnations in Ban Qing's hands.

If it was a bouquet of roses, of course Li Xiaoshan had a reason to ask Ban Qing not to bring the flowers in, but carnations...

Li Xiaoshan let out a sigh of relief with a headache.

"The reports of Mr. Jiang being sent to the hospital last night filled my desk." Ban Qing smiled.

This remark firstly explained how Ban Qing knew Jiang Anqing was in the hospital, and secondly showed that Ban Qing suppressed the matter.

Because Li Xiaoshan didn't see any reports about Jiang Anqing's hospitalization along the way.

Li Xiaoshan buckled the lid of the insulation box with his fingers.

He was most annoyed by men who spoke in such a roundabout way, but after all, Ban Qing suppressed the news, and Li Xiaoshan sincerely said thank you on behalf of Jiang Anqing.

"You're welcome." Ban Qing smiled handsomely, "I would be very happy if Mr. Jiang could add my WeChat back."

Li Xiaoshan: "..."

The door of the ward in front of him was suddenly opened, and Jiang Anqing was standing inside the door in a blue checkered suit.

Li Xiaoshan and Ban Qing looked over together.

Li Xiaoshan stood up first and frowned, "Why did you stand up!"

Jiang Anqing smiled lightly. After losing weight, his brows and eyes were filled with unresolved sadness, but it was also extraordinarily attractive because of it.

"It's not that I have a leg problem, why can't I stand up."

As soon as Jiang Anqing finished speaking, she was half pushed and half hugged by Li Xiaoshan and brought back to the ward.

Li Xiaoshan was busy unfolding the lunch box.

"You have just had your stomach washed, so you can't eat anything that is too spicy or too strong, so just eat some vegetarian dishes first."

It stands to reason that it is just right for the patient to drink a bowl of hot porridge at this time, but when Li Xiaoshan thinks of the word hot porridge, he feels a stress reaction, let alone bring it to Jiang Anqing to eat.

The small table in front of Jiang Anqing was opened, and two vegetarian dishes and one hot soup were put on it.

He said helplessly, "How can I eat so much?"

Li Xiaoshan sat in Luo Yan's position just now, with Erlang's legs crossed, as if I don't care about it.

Ban Qing, who had been left aside all this time, took a step forward, "Mr. Jiang, these are flowers for you."

Carnation was held up in front of the handsome man, Ban Qing smiled: "I wish you a speedy recovery."

In front of Jiang Anqing, Ban Qing didn't mention the things he helped, because he knew that Li Xiaoshan would tell Jiang Anqing.

Jiang Anqing glanced at the bouquet of flowers, only nodded, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ban Qing stepped forward and put the flowers in a vase beside the bed.

"I won't live for long, this flower..." Jiang Anqing was halfway through, and Ban Qing only said: "Flowers can make people happy, even if it only makes you happy for a long time, its mission is considered complete."

Li Xiaoshan: "..."

"Let's eat first." Li Xiaoshan said.

Jiang Anqing picked up the chopsticks and thanked Ban Qing again.

The three of them sat in the ward, the atmosphere gradually eased, and the room was no longer silent.

Ban Qing sat on the other side of the hospital bed, holding a mobile phone in his hand and reading funny jokes to Jiang Anqing from time to time.

Li Xiaoshan looked at Ban Qing across the hospital bed, frowning slightly but did not speak.

"Hey, Sanqing has been on the hot searches for the past two days..." Ban Qing flipped over his phone and said suddenly, "Maybe Mr. Jiang also listens to bands? Sanqing is quite popular recently."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Li Xiaoshan suddenly coughed forcefully from the side, trying in vain to stop Ban Qing from continuing.

This off-duty Qing is really innocent, he doesn't know anything about Jiang Anqing and Shen Shucheng at all, he just thinks that one is a rookie in the entertainment industry and a well-known literary writer, they cannot be matched together.

But Li Xiaoshan's actions obviously made Ban Qing stop talking.

Jiang Anqing, who picked up a bean sprout, still had the leisure to tease Li Xiaoshan, "Why do you love bean sprouts so much?"

Li Xiaoshan hugged his chest and quietly observed Jiang Anqing's face, and after finding out that there was nothing serious, he followed his words and said, "I can only do these things, if it's not that the restaurant doesn't suit your taste, I need to find time to go back Does the family cook for you?"

Jiang Anqing smiled, "Thank you."

"So, get well quickly, even if it's helping me not to die suddenly." Li Xiaoshan joked, just when he breathed a sigh of relief and thought he had bypassed the topic, Jiang Anqing bit the bean sprouts and answered Ban Qing's words.

"I know, I've heard their songs before." Jiang Anqing said.

Li Xiaoshan was stunned.

Ban Qing saw through the interaction between the two just now, Li Xiaoshan obviously didn't want to bring up Sanqing, Jiang Anqing and Sanqing... What is the connection?

"Oh." Ban Qing nodded, "Their songs are quite nice."

He also wanted to stop the conversation and not continue to ask, but he heard Jiang Anqing say: "What is the topic that has been on the hot search for a long time?"

Ban Qing subconsciously went to look at Li Xiaoshan, and found that Li Xiaoshan was also in a daze.

After struggling for a moment, he said, "Sanqing guitarist Wu Nan is flying solo." Ban Qing turned up again and said, "Shen Shucheng set up a studio."

Li Xiaoshan carefully looked at Jiang Anqing's expression.

It was found that this person was very quiet, and his expression did not change at all.

Jiang Anqing smiled: "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Both of us and the Sanqing team are high school classmates." Jiang Anqing said proactively.

Ban Qing was completely stunned: "A high school classmate?"

"Ah."

It was at this moment that Li Xiaoshan realized that during the past few nights, Jiang Anqing had bled from the festering wound, but the wound healed because of this.

Farewell, farewell, will come eventually.

Jiang Anqing picked up a handful of chopped green onions with chopsticks.

Li Xiaoshan explained: "I added some flavor enhancers, but I didn't expect to pick them up..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiaoshan saw Jiang Anqing eating the handful of green onions.

The spicy taste fills the mouth.

Jiang Anqing never ate chopped green onion.

In the next second, Li Xiaoshan was stunned to see Jiang Anqing smiling, that smile was different from all the previous ones.

"You have to get used to it." Jiang Anqing said with a smile.

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There was no more news about Shen Shucheng, and Jiang Anqing could only catch a glimpse of his life on the Internet, but as time passed, Jiang Anqing no longer deliberately paid attention to it.

The weather in Nancheng was withdrawn from the hot and sweltering rainy season, and slowly transitioned to the shriveling autumn, and then the bitterly cold winter in a blink of an eye.

In just three months, the season in Nancheng has changed drastically.

The winter in Nancheng is always driving people crazy, and because of this, Jiang Anqing is always afraid of the cold.

Wrapped in a heavy blanket, he huddled on the sofa, writing and writing, revising and revising, Zuo Dao's ending was finally set.

Jiang Anqing adopted the writing method of returning to the mountains and forests, which he disagreed with at first.

This move surprised not only Mu Tong but also Qiu Lan.

Zuo Dao's novelty lies in his cruelty, in his incisiveness.

So even when the original ending failed the review, Qiu Lan didn't have too much expectation that Jiang Anqing could change to this version of the ending, but unexpectedly, Jiang Anqing agreed.

After Jiang Anqing finished writing the revised final version, he let out a deep sigh of relief when he pressed the last word on the keyboard.

There are too many helpless things in life, so let the characters live this life transparently and openly.

The word Shen Shucheng reappeared in Jiang Anqing's life in a short time, but the world was turned upside down. Now that he left again, Jiang Anqing's life could never go back.

In the past, many people said that Jiang Anqing was stubborn, but Jiang Anqing didn't think so, but now he understands a little bit.

Jiang Anqing put down the computer, got up and stretched, and Ah Hua walked over with her tail cocked and catwalking.

Jiang Anqing carried it all the way back to the bedroom, passing Shen Shucheng's letters on the coffee table, desk, and bookcase.

In the past, he regarded letters as tigers, but now they filled the whole room and smelled like flowers.

"Dear Jiang Anqing."

"Dear Jiang Anqing..."

Jiang Anqing sat back at the desk and skillfully opened a thick stack of letter paper.

It was written in wet pen, but none of them were postmarked.

Jiang Anqing hugged Ah Hua on her lap, held the golden pen and began to write.

"Dear Shen Shucheng."

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