After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

But what Ling Su didn't expect was that Mr. He was really interested.

When he came in casually the next day with a lunch box and a thermos, he saw Mr. He who was sitting in a daze in the corner turned around almost at the same time he heard his voice.

"Mr. He." Ling Su greeted him with a smile, a little surprised that this man didn't live behind the curtain today, "I'll break a few jasmine sprigs for you and put them on the bedside for you."

Mr. He nodded reservedly.

The scent of jasmine is not strong, but with a refreshing sweetness.The few branches that Ling Su cut were all growing very well, all of them were plump and juicy.

"It's very windy outside." After Ling Su closed the window, Mr. He raised his head and asked him, the corners of his eyes were curved, and the eyelashes fell to the end of the eyes, forming a moving curve.

Ling Su put the lunch box on the bedside table between the two beds, and poured out two bowls of soup: "It's okay, it's not too cold."

"Mr. He might as well stop ordering boxed lunches in the future." Ling Su helped them pour the soup before dinner, then turned to Mr. He and said, "The weight for one person is not much different from that for two people, so I'll give them together You do it."

Now Mr. He is holding a dark blue soup bowl in his hand, and the water vapor is rising up, forming a small drop of water on his eyelashes, like the morning fog in a mountain stream.

Looking at him, Ling Su felt that even the slight smile on the corner of this man's mouth was like the spring breeze.

But it is definitely the one with national beauty and fragrance, which is earlier than the fresh little jasmine at the head of the bed.

"No, this is too much trouble for you." Mr. He shook his head and politely refused, "I..."

"Don't push it." Grandpa Ling next to him knocked on his job bowl and shook his head, lamenting that this little He is so miserable and so polite. Brother, a meal is considered your appearance fee."

Ling Su only came here at noon, so he didn't know about some things, but they all saw it.

This little He, no one came to see him from the beginning to the end.

Except for the two lunch boxes that come regularly every day, the nurse who appears and disappears twice, and the ward round doctor and nurse who occasionally pass by to help, he is completely ignored.

He was obviously injured the most, but he was so quiet every day that he was almost a potted plant in the ward, and he never heard him cry out for the slightest pain.

His eyes are blind and his legs and feet are inconvenient. In order not to bother others, he even rarely drinks water.

Mr. He was holding the soup bowl, his eyelashes were flickering, and his eyes, which had no light spots and could not be focused, were a little flickering, and he seemed very hesitant about this suggestion.

"Xiao He, why are you still so polite?" The two sick patients who were playing backgammon across the aisle couldn't help teasing him, "Xiao Ling is not a little girl, why are you so shy, the young man is really interesting now Son."

Seeing Mr. He's confused eyes and uncertain expression turning around, as well as looking up in the wrong direction for help, Ling Su smiled helplessly and helped him out: "Yeah, why are you being polite to me? I don't I have to ask you to show up."

"We are now." Mr. He stretched out his fingers, and when the fingertips landed on the white sheet, he looked very elegant, "Aren't you taking pictures?"

Ling Su was taken aback.

But seeing Mr. He's eyes slowly dimming and his hands slowly putting down the soup bowl, Ling Su immediately pulled out the camera strap from his pocket.

"It's filming, listen."

The sound of the camera protruding out was very soft, but it greatly encouraged Mr. He. He turned his head in the direction of Ling Su's voice, and after a pause, he smiled and bowed his head to start drinking the soup.

It looks very much like an elementary school student who was waving around with a mop, but was encouraged by his mother.

Childish enough.

The style of Ling Su's vlog is very casual, there is no specific pattern, almost to the point of thinking of what to record, so the material collection in the early stage is also very complicated.

But both his editing style and composition have evolved to a style that he adapts to and likes.

Ling Su looked at the elegant Mr. He in the camera, and suddenly felt a little pity.

Why can't you see such a good person?

He had no idea how good-looking he was.

The glaring white in the hospital is much softer in the lens. In the light white, Mr. He's slender hands and the dark blue soup bowl in those hands become the focus of the picture.

Today Ling Su made caramelized creamy pumpkin soup. The highly saturated rich orange color is sprinkled with sporadic cream and decorated with cherry tomatoes and vanilla. It looks a bit childish... festive.

In his hand, he held the cheap ceramic bowl, which was not too meticulous in workmanship, as exquisite as the Ru kiln porcelain carefully preserved in the museum.

"Mr. He likes to drink soup?" Ling Su asked him while holding up the camera, skillfully avoiding Mr. He's face.

Ling Su's voice wasn't too low, with the warmth of a teenager, in stark contrast to Mr. He's magnetic subwoofer.

When Mr. He smiled, Ling Su felt as if he heard the deep reverberation of the bronze wares being gently and slowly rippled away.

wonderful.

"Yes." There was a slight cream stain on the corner of Mr. He's mouth, which he scratched off with his thumb when he raised his hand. There was a bit of imperceptible temptation in his neat movements. He held the bowl in both hands, and his smile was more curved than In the first two days, it was obviously much better, "You make delicious food."

Ling Su was a little surprised that Mr. He liked to drink soup.

Ordinary patient meals actually include some soup and water, and those who drink porridge drink soup or drink soup and rice, and it doesn't make much difference if they change the pattern every day.Even Grandpa Ling, who has always been a fan of Lingsu's cooking skills, can't take it anymore after so long, and just drinks a bowl before or after meals every day as a way to keep in good health.

But seeing Mr. He holding a bowl of light soup like a treasure, Ling Su looked at him with a feeling of heartache and pain.

Like a puppy squatting by the door, it doesn't dare to eat hot food, and it doesn't dare to eat fresh food. It only dares to come to enjoy it happily when Ling Su scoops up some leftovers from the bowl.

"Why don't Mr. He order something?" Ling Su put the camera on the tabletop tripod, took out another new set of tableware she brought today, and put a small half of the dishes from Grandpa Ling's lunch box into the bowl, After he put down the soup bowl, he handed it to the small table on Mr. He's hospital bed, "I'll make it for you tomorrow."

In the camera, the wind blows the curtains aside, and slowly passes over the back of Mr. He's pale and thin hands.

His fingers stroked the edge of the bowl hesitantly, as if thinking about something important in life.

Ling Su waited patiently for his answer, and finally when he counted to No. 20 five times, he heard Mr. He's tentative, somewhat excited: "Is tomato egg drop soup okay?"

Ling Su's footsteps, which had been walking steadily while holding the vase, slipped, and she almost performed a split in public.

"Tomato...egg flower?" Ling Su slowly turned her head in disbelief, her mouth half-opened, she couldn't believe the answer in front of her.

Brother, do you know that thing is really just a thing that just cut a tomato and put two eggs in it and stir it.

Is it worth your consideration for so long?

You took me to stew the pompous pumpkin soup all morning, and you are waiting for the tomato eggs here.

You said it earlier? ?

It took Ling Su a few seconds to digest the news, and when she finally raised her head, she still couldn't bear to dismiss Mr. Xingxingyan He's small request, and squeezed out a very sincere smile: "Of course."

You are good-looking and you are right, let me pamper you.

"Really?" Mr. He lowered the end of his eyes, and slowly turned towards Ling Su, but actually showed a real smile.

Mr. He's teeth are very neat.

Before Ling Su was in a coma in the beauty, he pulled out his only rationality and let him come to this conclusion.

It is a flawless type that is neat enough that the upper and lower teeth can bite perfectly.

Looking at the overall situation, the cheekbones are high but not mean, the bridge of the nose is high, and the upper and lower jaws bite into such a perfect appearance.

The last time Ling Su saw such a beautiful bone was on Yi Xing.

But according to Yi Xing himself, it was the result of his mother holding him for a long time to straighten his teeth, in order to make him look more "the temperament that our children should have".

Ling Su didn't know much about that kind of temperament, but compared with Yi Xing, this Mr. He was still a little more "advanced".

Although this senior gentleman is now eagerly looking forward to tomorrow's tomato egg drop soup.

Looking forward to the face even a little fluttering red.

He clenched his fists excitedly.

Ling Su looked at the person in the sun, put down the vase in his hand and walked over to him, stood beside his bed and stretched out his hand, gently stroking his hair: "Is that why you like tomato egg flower?"

Ling Su's hands were softer than most boys', warm and slender, and when he stroked Mr. He's hair, Mr. He flinched unnaturally.

Ling Su remembered that most men were somewhat resistant to this action - even the good-tempered himself was no exception.

But just when his hand was about to withdraw, Ling Su suddenly felt that the people under him raised their heads, moved slowly, but rubbed against the palm of his hand very affectionately.

"Like what you did."

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