[Pretender] The North-South Flyover that year

At the beginning of the day, when the morning mist was hazy, Mingcheng leaned against the bed rail, and through the square window on the right, quietly stared at the blood-like morning glow in the mist.

It was not very bright, and the ward was a little dark, and he was the only one.In addition to the shallow breathing, there is only a little movement in the room from the drip of the bottle.The whole world seemed to be asleep except him.

Mingcheng looked at the clothes on his body, the white and blue striped hospital gown, with a faint smell of disinfectant, very clean, not stained with dust.The wound on his body was also neatly wrapped with snow-white gauze. Although it couldn't be washed, the nurses hired by the Ming family took care of him very refreshingly.

What happened yesterday seemed like a nightmare. If it wasn't for the scabs still remaining, even he himself would be confused as to whether "Aunt Gui" really existed.

While meditating, the door suddenly opened a crack, and there was a creak, not loud enough, but enough to attract Mingcheng's attention, and he shrank his shoulders subconsciously.

The door opened a small crack, revealing a bright black eye, where there is light, reflecting the red of the morning glow, like a flash of red flame.It blinked twice, swept in twice, and then narrowed happily.

Mingcheng tilted his head, sat upright, and looked at the figure outside the door that was no higher than a handle.With a creak, the door opened, and a bright red ball rolled in.

"You're awake."

The light and bright voice is like a clear spring hitting a stone between stones, clean and transparent.Mingcheng blinked, he recognized the voice.With a twitch of his heart, he forgot the needle still in his hand, Mingcheng lifted the corner of the quilt, and jumped out of bed.

"Hey—don't move around." Yiqiu deliberately lowered his voice, but was startled by Mingcheng's movements and cried out.He ran forward in three or two steps, and seeing Mingcheng who was inexplicably excited, Yiqiu grinned: "You still disliked me that day, why are you so enthusiastic today!"

Mingcheng didn't answer immediately, but stared blankly at Yiqiu, and finally saw what his "savior" looked like.He should thank him, but when he saw the fat baby who had just reached his chest, the words changed when he reached his mouth: "You're here."

Yiqiu raised his head high, his chubby face puffed up in doubt, and looked at the shriveled gourd in front of him, unable to figure out what he meant by these words.

Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.A flash of excitement flashed across the plain face, Yiqiu stomped her feet, approached Mingcheng, flapped her big eyes, and asked excitedly, "Are you Ah Cheng?"

Mingcheng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but it didn't matter, he nodded heavily: "Well, I'm Ah Cheng."

After getting the answer, Yiqiu jumped up excitedly: "Haha, I knew it!" Just as he was excited, he suddenly remembered that he ran out secretly today, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Although Mingcheng didn't know why the girl doll suddenly became excited, but seeing her vivid face, the sense of illusion in his heart was always a little less.

Ming Jing and Ming Lou treated him very well. During the few days he was hospitalized, they came to see him every day. As they said, they treated him like a younger brother from the bottom of their hearts.However, everything came too suddenly and the changes were too thorough, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Huh?" Yiqiu didn't understand why this little brat with a tall bamboo pole stopped talking. Thinking of his appearance when he grew up in the future, and looking at Mingcheng, who was like a sluggish and defeated chicken, Yiqiu only hated him. Untimely.

Lowering her head, she saw Mingcheng's bare feet on the floor, Yiqiu blinked, and with the mentality of an elder, sighed, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and pointed, signaling Mingcheng to go to bed quickly.

Mingcheng is very obedient, seeing Yiqiu's movements, he obediently climbed up.

Mingcheng leaned on the pillow, didn't speak, just stared at Yiqiu quietly.At first, Yiqiu was interested in looking around the ward, but after a long time, he also felt embarrassed.

Touching his round chin, Yiqiu glanced at Mingcheng, and found that the kid was staring at him like he was looking at some animal, pursed his mouth, and sighed secretly that she really didn't understand the child's heart.In the future, those people who are facing the wind in the jade tree will look like a stunned young man.

"Eh..." Yiqiu scratched his head, intending to break the silence: "You, you are better."

Mingcheng blinked, but didn't answer right away. After reflecting for a while, he nodded slowly and replied: "Mmm..."

Yiqiu raised her eyebrows, looked at Mingcheng with a distorted expression, and didn't know what to say for a while.He laughed a few times: "That's good, that's good..."

At the end of Yiqiu's words, he helplessly grabbed the two round bags on his head, and his legs began to shake wildly.She came here in a hurry because she finally saw the living "Ming Cheng" overexcited, but if she had known that she would only be baptized by such a warm gaze from this child, then she would rather sleep at home than afford it so early.

Mingcheng tilted his head, a little curiosity flashed in his eyes.Although he didn't see many people, he had seen quite a few lively children, but he had never seen someone with such a wonderful expression like the one in front of him, who was not even sitting honestly.

She saved him, and he cared a lot more for her than for others.

Yiqiu was shaking her feet boredly, planning to sit down for a while and then go back. Fortunately, she was smart, and the old housekeeper came out with her. Disillusioned, but she is still blessed.

Just thinking about the soft and tender taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I was drooling, but when I turned my head, I saw Mingcheng's more focused eyes than before.Yiqiu shrank his head, twisted his short eyebrows and blinked, lowered his head and looked at himself secretly; the clothes are beautiful, and the soles of the shoes have not stepped on any strange things, sniffing with his nose... there is no smell, could it be... Yiqiu rolled his eyes up, quickly grabbed the two balls on his head with his hands, and kept them in place.

After making sure that she was dressed perfectly, Yiqiu felt relieved. Although he was developing a male god, the first impression of this kind of drama is very important.If she exposes her aunt's heart too early, how will she gain a foothold in the future.

Just as he was thinking, the moment he raised his head and looked at Mingcheng, Yiqiu's hand that had not been removed from his head grabbed it abruptly into the two balls on his head.

Why... this little poor boy looked at her more and more attentively...could it be... fell in love with her at first sight?

That's right, it's normal for this kind of setting of a life-saving benefactor to show her body. But, strictly speaking, it's true that she went to rescue soldiers, but when her sister Manchun saw the injury on her wrist, she put She was taken to the hospital.The last one to save Mingcheng...is Minglou.

Oh...Yiqiu suddenly realized, no wonder, no wonder it was Lou Cheng.For her, this is thanks. The child has been locked up for such a long time, and he probably forgot how to speak. He is full of gratitude, so he can only express it with his eyes. Are eyes the window to the soul?

Mingcheng didn't know what the dumpling in front of him was thinking, he was just interested in the rich expressions on her face, but when the fat girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the two buns on her head inexplicably, , he was still taken aback.

Just wondering, Mingcheng looked up Yiqiu's arm and saw the white gauze wrapped around Yiqiu's wrist.

"You..." Mingcheng struggled to speak, obviously trying hard to organize his words: "Are you okay?"

Yiqiu was taken aback, reacted for a while, and then smiled: "It's okay, it's been fine for a long time."

She said so, but she didn't think so in her heart.She had more than a dozen stitches for the wound on her wrist, which will leave scars in the future.But, this is a male god, well, not yet, but it will be in the future.

Mingcheng was quiet for a while, a little overwhelmed, he didn't quite remember what happened that day, but he remembered the blood she shed at that time.He opened his mouth and made a murmuring sound, Mingcheng was a little anxious.

Yiqiu wondered what was wrong with the child, but saw that he was anxiously opening his mouth and squeaked for a while, and waved his hand quickly: "I'm fine, I'm really fine, I'll be fine a long time ago."

He shook Mingcheng's quilt up, for fear that the male god would not be able to accept that he was a "dumb" and couldn't help it: "I wanted to visit you these few days, but sister Mingjing guarded you too strictly, so I was a few days late. "

Mingcheng was a little ignorant, and couldn't understand what Yiqiu was talking about, but it was true that Mingjing had been guarding him. Until yesterday afternoon, Mingjing had been staying in the hospital.

Looking at the little doll who is not much higher than the edge of the bed, Mingcheng feels that this is the most reassuring moment in the past few days.

"Thank you...thank you" Mingcheng said slowly, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

His eyes are very sincere, and Qiu Chubby's small body is reflected in the center of his pupils.Yiqiu was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and didn't answer, just said: "You have a good rest..."

"name"

"Huh? Are you asking for my name?"

Yiqiu kicked his legs, Mingcheng tilted his head and looked serious.Yiqiu sighed, feeling tired immediately, but she still jumped down from the chair, looked into Mingcheng's eyes and said seriously: "I am Yiqiu, my name is Wang Yiqiu, your elder brother Minglou is a student of my uncle Wang Fuqu , However, the relationship between our family and yours is not very good, um...you will know later. "

Mingcheng tilted his head, obviously he didn't understand what Yiqiu said, but he understood one sentence: "Yiqiu...Wang Yiqiu...I, I will...repay... you."

Yiqiu brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead. He didn't have much expression on his face, and he still showed little interest. But seeing Mingcheng's stubborn look, he grinned, stretched out his hand, and raised his little finger like a hook: "Okay, I'll wait."

"En." Mingcheng smiled, nodded heavily, stretched out his little finger, and entangled with Yiqiu's finger.

The morning mist is faint, and the light is thousands of miles away. There are already a few sparse birdsong before the morning.A few streaks of reddish-orange light slanted in from the square window, like velvet, clumped together between the fingers of the two.

A scar, a hook, at that time, none of them thought that this agreement would form a bond in the future, and from then on, it will be entangled for a lifetime.