[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

Yellow chairs, green spaces, two or three children playing, and three or two pedestrians walking by.The cold wind blowing on her face was not strong. Although it was cold, it cleared her somewhat chaotic mind a lot.

Sitting on the bench in the hospital, Yiqiu sighed, she was still admitted to the hospital after all.The continuous high fever finally crushed her, and in order to prevent her from really contracting pneumonia, she was tied in abruptly under the coercion of Wang Fuqu and Wang Manchun.Fortunately, the recent incident has finally come to an end. Since she was admitted to the hospital, the nurses who made rounds strictly controlled her work and rest. Even if she was rich and powerful, she could not withstand the threats and lures of her sister and uncle to the hospital. With the great assistance of her relatives , She was looked at so badly that besides taking medicine and sleeping every day, she could only sit in the open space of the hospital in a daze.

After sitting on the empty chair for a while, a familiar figure came from a distance. Yan Lu was carrying a briefcase, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and had waxed. When he arrived in front of Wang Yiqiu, he stood still and lowered his head: "Vice President"

"What's the matter with you?"

Yiqiu's tone was serious, even though Yan Lu had cleaned herself up meticulously, she could still see the strangeness in him at a glance.Not to mention that the time and frequency of Yan Lu's visits during the few days she was hospitalized were not normal, and her secretary's spirit was not as good as each day, and it was even worse at this moment, she could already see the faint smile under his eyes. The green and black color.

Yan Lv was at a loss for words for a while, and after a while, he replied with a lack of confidence: "Recently, I have been busy with official duties..."

"What kind of fart are you talking about?"

Yiqiu doesn't know how to swear, the most extreme thing is to say this sentence, and Yiqiu feels that she has a pretty good personality, but she can't help herself when she sees Yan Lu's inconsistency and lies all day long. .

It has been a while since Yiqiu scolded him like that last time, and now when he heard it suddenly, Yan Lu was speechless for a while, before bowing his head and whispering: "I'm in some trouble..."

Yan Lu knew that he was full of flaws. In the past few years, he could keep his emotions and anger secret, but the more he got in touch with Wang Yiqiu, the less he would hide himself.

"Forget it, don't talk about it."

That's right, Wang Yiqiu always keeps silent every time when he should be investigated.If he asks, most likely Wang Yiqiu will agree to him.They are considered to be living and dying together, getting along day and night, such a person, he really doesn't know how to get along with her.

"Did you give Der Spiegel that receipt?"

"Just sent..."

"Just now?" Hearing Yan Lu's words, Yiqiu Meng raised his voice, but then he sighed again when he thought of Yan Lu's state recently: "Okay, I got it, you can talk about your affairs for a few days first, Forget about work, and adjust your status as soon as you have time. By the way, you have to pay attention to the Qinglong Gang, okay, you can go, don't come these days."

Yan Lu's eyes were complicated, but he still responded, bowed slightly, turned and left.

Looking at the back of Yan Lu leaving, Yiqiu was slightly lost in thought, with nostalgia in her eyes, as if she was recalling something, it took a long time for her to recover.During the few days when she was hospitalized, Ming Jing also went to Suzhou, but if she hadn't remembered to remind Yan Lu, Yan Lu might have forgotten about Ming Jing's affairs.The reason why she asked Yan Lu to be sent after Ming Jing was arrested was not only because she wanted to sell a favor, but also because she didn't want things to deviate too much from the original track.Wang Fuqu was on the plane recently, and once he got there, she would find a way to keep her uncle from returning to China in a short time.

Every step of planning, step by step startled, but at this critical moment, she fell ill.A feeling of uneasiness enveloped her heart, and she forced it away, secretly calming down, she must believe in herself, and must be steadfast.

There was a pain between the eyebrows disturbed by disturbed thoughts, let out a breath, temporarily put aside all worries, raised his head, and looked at the sky quietly.The sky is blue and blue, as clear and clear as a transparent mirror. Thick white clouds, clusters like cotton, waves like waves, hang on one side of the sky and embellish the other side of the sky, decorating the sky like a picture.Listen to the sound of the slowly flowing breeze, which is crisp, neat, unrestrained, and unrestrained.

In the hospital yard, there were two or three children playing.They were talking and laughing, blinking their crystal-clear eyes, running and making noise carefree.Even if you fall while chasing, you stand up fearlessly and continue to smile bravely.The boy held the girl's hand, and the girl held the boy's clothes. Their laughter reached Yiqiu's ears, gradually evoking long-lasting memories.

"Ah Cheng, don't be discouraged. You have already written very well. I was not as good as you when I first started practicing calligraphy."

"Ah Cheng, brother Ming and sister are talking inside, let us let the two of us relax... Otherwise, let's go out to play, no one will come anyway."

"Ah Cheng, why do you keep silent, it's strange that I'm the only one talking."

"Ah Cheng, what do you want to do in the future? I want to be a writer and write great articles. Someone will recognize my ideas one day."

"Ah Cheng, this food is delicious..."

"Ah Cheng..."

At that time, Mingcheng always kept her head down, maybe because of her low self-esteem, she always pulled him to talk nonsense with him, and always told him many things that she dared not tell others.By the way, she also said that she wants to be a writer in the future, it is true, she really wants to be a writer, but when her uncle found out that she was going to the military school, the uncle took all the books about new ideas in her study Burned, and after that, even she herself dared not touch these things again.

Dimly, in a daze, what is the meaning of what she is doing now.Suddenly a shadow appeared, and she slowly opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, but she missed that familiar face, she stretched out her hand to touch it: "Ah Cheng...I miss you so much."

The real temperature from the palm burned her hand, and she woke up suddenly, she quickly got up and backed away, and unexpectedly saw Mingcheng.The astonishment in Mingcheng's eyes still hasn't receded, that kind-hearted camouflage seems to have cracked a seam, finally revealing the part that belongs to Mingcheng, but just like Wang Yiqiu's quick step back, the seam healed quickly.

Mingcheng showed a gentle smile: "I heard that you are sick, so I'll come and see you."

look at her?She has been living here for so many days to come and see her?Obviously she was the one who lured him over on purpose, but when he came, she was complaining about him, and she would always become a little childish in front of him.

"You got what I gave you, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mingcheng approached her and took her hands, held them in his and let out a sigh of relief.The momentary stagnation of breathing, the temperature she felt on the cold palm belonged to him, and along with this warmth, there was a kind of soreness blocked in the nasal cavity, her eye sockets became hot, and even her body began to tremble.

"You..." Her voice was so hoarse, Mingcheng held her a little harder, and even took her shoulders into his arms: "You are sick and still outside, hurry back to the ward .”

She should break away from him, it's not normal, there must be something wrong.But his embrace, like a glimmer of light in the endless darkness, attracted all her attention, and she stared at his face innocently.From his eyes, one could see her somewhat dazed expression, but those eyes filled her, only her black pupils made her ignore everything.

"My illness is much better, nothing serious."

He smiled: "That's not okay, go back quickly."

He put his arms around her shoulders, dragged her body, and asked her where the ward was, she replied blankly, and got a brighter smile from him.Shining like stars, so bright.

Mingcheng took her back to the ward, helped her to lie down, covered her with a quilt, and poured water for her.He didn't ask or mention anything about Ding Spiegel.As he said, he just came to see her.

"You still have a fever."

Mingcheng touched Wang Yiqiu's forehead and frowned, but Wang Yiqiu shrank his head subconsciously.

"It must be the wind, you should rest quickly and don't go out and wander around."

"I see."

"Okay, go to bed quickly, I heard from the nurse that you have been outside for a long time."

"Can you stay with me?"

"I'll be with you, you sleep."

Love is an illusion of going back and forth, I give to you, and you give back to me.She had never thought of pulling out the seeds planted when she was a child, so she was powerless to resist.Mingcheng's hand teased the corner of the quilt for her, she closed her eyes, and tightly grasped Mingcheng's hand with both hands.His fingers were long and his palm was so big that she felt it could wrap her hands around them.Her heart was pounding, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't let go.She heard him sigh, and then the sound of pulling the chair, and then he dragged his two hands, put them under the quilt, and then stopped moving, letting her hold on.

She kept saying that her sister was stupid, and she cried when she thought of her sister's stupidity, and she felt that Mingcheng gently wiped away her tears.She smiled faintly and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Wang Yiqiu suddenly became the same as Wang Manchun, ignoring many things that cannot be ignored, turning a blind eye to everything, listening but not hearing.The heart is immersed in this moment, no matter what happens in the future, at least at this moment, this second, she is her, just her.

The author has something to say: I will tell you that this is the comfort before the abuse!I found that I really can't write sweet texts...