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Yuan thought again about A Yun saying that no one came to see him, "Why no one came to see you? Didn't they know you were sick?"

Zhou Ziming looked at the two useless legs sadly, but said, "Hey, that's what I want to know too. Where do you think they all went to escape?"

This person is still in the mood to joke, "... Where are your parents, they don't care about you anymore?"

"Oh, my parents." Zhou Ziming seemed to remember for the first time that there are such creatures in the world, "They are probably the group of people who want me to die most in the world."

Almost blurted out: "Because of what you did?" After I finished speaking, I felt that I had said something wrong.

Zhou Ziming didn't blame her, but encouraged her to continue with admiring eyes, "Do you know what I did?"

Xiaoyuan wanted to say that she knew, but her thoughts ran over like wheels in her heart, and what she said was "I...I don't know much about you."

Zhou Ziming looked up at the ceiling, like a child staring at the stars, "Anyway, they won't come, so that's the best."

I don't know if he is telling the truth or lying, the only thing that is certain is that the relationship between him and his parents is really bad.

"What about your friend?"

"Here." Zhou Ziming reached out and knocked on the lower drawer.

Xiaoyuan opened the drawer, and there was only a mobile phone in it, so she raised her head, "You want me to call them for you?"

Zhou Ziming replied nonchalantly: "189 calls, 188 of them failed."

He fought?No one of his friends is willing to answer his phone, and no one is willing to come and see him?

"Then there is another one?" Madoka suddenly thought.

Zhou Ziming looked at her mysteriously: "There is one more, I can't hit it."

"why?"

He turned around, opened his hands and fiddled with it: "Because the devil will come out."

"What demon?"

Zhou Ziming thought very seriously: "Probably a demon that will make people sad."

Xiaoyuan just felt that he couldn't understand what he said at all, and out of kindness, she asked again, "You really don't want me to fight for you?"

Zhou Ziming was silent for a while impatiently, and asked another question: "Do you know who paid my hospitalization fee? I know that the hospital will never let me eat and drink for free."

"I don't know, I paid at the terminal."

Zhou Ziming didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiaoyuan put the phone back, and accidentally touched the fingerprint recognition area of ​​the phone, only to find that the phone didn't respond at all, "Your phone is out of battery, I'll get you the charger."

"No need, no one will look for me anyway."

"..." Xiaoyuan looked at him, this man who sometimes laughs and sometimes is silent, is truly lonely, if there is no one, he seems to be quietly waiting to die in this room.

I couldn't tell what mood I was in, just like A Yun clearly advised her to leave it alone, and Zhou Ziming clearly said it didn't matter, but she still decided to get the charger.Because, "communication between people is very important."

She always felt that Zhou Ziming was not such a bad person, maybe there was some misunderstanding in it, and when the misunderstanding was solved, the people who loved him would come back to him.

The mask on Zhou Ziming's face didn't seem to be broken: "The misunderstanding can be resolved, so what about the mistake."

"What is wrong?"

Zhou Ziming smiled, but did not answer.

Seeing that he refused to say, Xiao Yuan wanted to leave, and heard his voice again, "Can my leg get better?"

Xiaoyuan's footsteps stopped, she didn't turn her head and dared not guess Zhou Ziming's expression, he was actually far less calm and indifferent than he acted, this is what he cared about, he wanted to ask, but was too timid to ask export problem.

"...As long as you cooperate with the treatment, it will be fine."

Probably because her voice trembled, revealing flaws, Zhou Ziming laughed softly, as if mocking herself.

Xiaoyuan closed the door and stood still at the door, unexpectedly meeting another man's gaze.

The distance was stretched infinitely, and at the end of the corridor, the window next to the stairs, where there should be light, stood a black figure.

"..." Xiaoyuan instinctively felt that their gazes collided, and then realized that he was not looking at her, but the room behind her, the 23-bed patient!

She took a step forward, but the black figure quickly shifted his gaze and headed towards the stairs.

"Are you Zhou Ziming's family?" Xiaoyuan asked, "Hey, don't leave!"

The man said neither yes nor no.Just go straight ahead.

"Crack!" Xiaoyuan was startled by the voice in the ward, she opened the door, it turned out that Zhou Ziming smashed the vase to the ground, but he himself desperately stretched out his head to look, and shouted: "Li Qian!"

Probably frightened by the hoarseness of his torn mask, Madoka was unable to react for a while.

Until Ayun came in and patted her, and accused Zhou Ziming in a bad tone: "What are you doing, this is a hospital!"

Zhou Ziming sat there, covered his face and smiled, and made a cry like crying, "He doesn't want me anymore."

The author says:

Dedicated to Zhazhaxue children's shoes.

3. Hibiscus flower

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At noon, when Xiaoyuan went to visit Zhou Ziming, it seemed like nothing had happened, and she was playing with her mobile phone there.

"Thank you for the charger," he said with a smile, no haze visible on his face.

Xiaoyuan's porridge was placed on the dining table, "Are you all right?"

Zhou Ziming took a sip of the porridge, "It's delicious." His eyes narrowed with a smile.

"That Li Qian..." Who are you, Xiao Yuan wanted to ask, but felt it was too abrupt.

"Hmm..." Zhou Ziming didn't seem to care, and just said, "If you send me a bunch of sunflowers, I'll tell you."

Madoka didn't think that he had no intention of concealing it at all, and hesitated whether she could bribe others for her own curiosity.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the always deserted ward.

"Who?" Xiaoyuan turned around, standing at the door was a woman in white clothes she had never seen before, dressed in business attire, with sharp eyes, looking capable, holding a fruit basket in her hand.

Then I heard Zhou Ziming's voice, "Weng Hong, why are you here?"

The plainly dressed, unattractive woman smiled and said, "You've made such a fuss in the hospital, they called me to come over."

"How did I find you?" The expression on Zhou Ziming's face suddenly became blurred.

"The hospital I sent you, and the medical expenses I paid for you, who else can I turn to?" Weng Hong stood on the left side of the hospital bed and put down the fruit basket.

Seeing that the two of them wanted to talk, Xiaoyuan left first, and told her to call her if there was anything.

After watching Xiaoyuan leave, Weng Hong said to Zhou Ziming: "It seems that you are doing well in the hospital, and it will not prevent you from hooking up with girls anywhere."

Zhou Ziming put the porridge aside, "I haven't come to see me for so many days, and you will tell me this when you see me?"

"But you want me to say something nice, and I can't say it. After all, I'm on Li Qian's side." She and Li Qian were colleagues in the first place, and they have known each other for a longer time, and their relationship has become deeper.

"Aren't you my friend?"

Weng Hong found a stool and sat down, "You have a lot of friends, and I'm not missing one of them."

Zhou Ziming smiled helplessly: "You don't like me so much, wouldn't it be fine if you didn't save me then?"

"You think I want to save you, I want to save Li Qian."

"Do you like Li Qian?"

"You owe me a beating?" If Zhou Ziming hadn't been hospitalized, she would definitely have given him a beating. "I like Li Qian, but the kind my friends care about."

The two of them had nothing to say for a moment, and after a while, Zhou Ziming still asked, "Is Li Qian okay?"

"Yo, I thought you would never ask me this question, it seems that you still care about him." Weng Hong handed Zhou Ziming a box of cut watermelon, "He looks fine on the surface, but he It was like this before, if something happened, he would keep it in his heart and wouldn’t say it.” When Zhou Ziming wanted to eat watermelon with a fork, she said as if she had realized it all at once: “I don’t know if you can eat this , you’d better not eat it, wait until I ask the nurse.”

Zhou Ziming thumped the table lightly, "Weng Hong, did you do it on purpose?"

"No?" Weng Hong showed an innocent face. "Didn't you say Li Qian? Do you have anything else to say about him?"

"..."

"I have," she immediately took the lead, "You have made him miserable. I couldn't catch you talking about it before, and I didn't listen to you when I caught you. Now you can't run away, so you can only sit here and listen to me. Let me tell you, with all due respect, Zhou Ziming, this is your retribution."

Zhou Ziming quickly looked up to the sky, "My dear sister, do you want to watch me cry?"

"Okay, you cry as much as you want, and I watch as much as you like." Weng Hong stretched out a hand to let Zhou Ziming perform, "You can still cry, but I have never seen Li Qian cry. He is not a person who can cry. He If there are tears, I will swallow them in my stomach."

Zhou Ziming didn't cry, he snatched back his watermelon and ate it slowly, "Why do you think he can cry, I don't think he can."

Weng Hong covered his watermelon box to prevent him from doing it, "Zhou Ziming, you have to be conscientious in life, we can all see that, Li Qian, he likes you, for a person as stubborn as he is, he may die in this life. Hanged on your rotten tree, don't you understand?"

Zhou Ziming, who couldn't get the watermelon, looked up at Weng Hong.

At that moment, Zhou Ziming didn't say anything, but Weng Hong felt sensitively that the young man in front of her, the eternal and invincible Golden Rose, Zhou Ziming was old and her heart was withered. She couldn't continue to pretend that he was heartless, life and death There must be something in between that quietly changed him.

"You said Li Qian likes me, but in my opinion, Li Qian doesn't want me anymore. He didn't come to see me, not even once."

"Little ancestor, do you still remember that you divorced him?" Weng Hong was almost speechless.

"I'm the one who divorced, and it's meaningless to be together again..." He stopped