My youth love story can't be so scumbag

Although, she herself doesn't know how long this future will come.Still, it won't come.

"Cake (cake)."

Sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, only Alice, who had shining blue eyes, pulled up the scentless hospital quilt, covering half of her cheeks, stretched out her hand, and did nothing to the classical woman next to her. demanded angrily.

"Alice, you can't eat cake." After a pause, the woman explained with a bit of pain but still tenderly.

“Strawberry Cake.”

"Strawberry shortcake is a kind of cake."

"Strawberry."

"Strawberries...can't be eaten either, Alice, be obedient." The woman held Alice's hand and tried her best to explain the situation.However, the other party is only a ten-year-old girl, explaining is both necessary and unnecessary for this age group.Necessary because explanations are important, not necessary because, no matter how many times Alice comes to visit, these demands are bound to be made.It seems that if you say too much, you will be pardoned once, or the right to taste the cake.

"Mirror."

After today's cake trifecta, Alice won't ask for the impossible.

"Alice..." The classical woman who originally planned to refuse finally agreed.Then, he handed her a mirror slowly, and said, "In this country, you must speak Chinese. After all, you will live here in the future, understand?"

"OK...Okay." After speaking jerky, Alice hugged the mirror to her chest.Then, she said plainly to the classical woman, "Mom... goodbye."

"...Alice." The woman got up helplessly and left the ward as usual.Before leaving, he asked in a sad tone, "Alice, think about something good."

"It's all bad." After her mother left, Alice turned her head expressionlessly and looked out the window.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

"When you're bored, write novels."

And the more dynamic words were not spoken by the mother, and not addressed to herself.

After turning her head curiously, Alice found that the white-haired grandma in the next bed had a kind light in her eyes, just like those grandmas in fairy tales full of stories.

Turning around again, picking up the mirror, Alice looked at herself.

Sad, ugly, powerless.

……

"Been sick? Then..." Tang Yi's nerves were suddenly tightened, and he asked a little sensitively, "Are you alright?"

"Okay... the third grade of junior high school is good."

Alice nodded to explain.

"Third year of junior high school? Oh yes, Alice and Tan Xi have been classmates for a year, right?" Tang Yi continued like this.

"The previous time...was in the hospital...or, at home."

"Is that so..."

No wonder there are so many common sense mistakes.

Regarding other questions, Tang Yi didn't ask any more questions.After all, for Alice, those are unhappy.

But, not quite.

……

"Don't stay... sleep?"

After eating the takeaway made by Alice, Tang Yi felt that he had to go home, but at the door of saying goodbye, Alice reluctantly persuaded him to stay.

"next time."

"Then... it's done!"

After being promised, Alice jumped up happily.

How bad is common sense...

"I'm going back." Putting his hands in his pockets, Tang Yi said flatly.

"Hmm..." Sure enough, she was still lonely, but she should smile at this time.So after thinking about it in her head, Alice smiled brightly, "Goodbye...bye."

Of course, whether this smile is real or not, Tang Yi knows very well.

"When you're bored, write novels."

"Eh?"

Tang Yi had already left, and Alice, who was in a daze, didn't react for a long time.

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The next chapter is the ending chapter of the line that I like to hear and see.

Every time I write here, the codeword is not a task, but pure love to write.

but……

The mental state is not very good, and the cold is a bit serious, so I will post it tomorrow after writing it.

Chapter 180 The Second Alice Line Ends

Tang Yi's favorite story is a well-known short fable called "Once upon a time there was a mountain".

That's right, that's the crazy story that has countless versions, repeated raps, and can be told for a long time. The reason why Tang Yi likes this old grandmother's foot wrap is because...he hates other stories even more.

The story is for disobedient children. It just so happens that Tang Yi is also an obedient child.Therefore, although the child is very obedient, the narrator still has to tell stories endlessly, and there is only one reason.

The narrator who pulls the obedient child who is already sleepy to tell the story is a chatterbox.

"Today, when I was going to work, I bumped into a female student in our class. Guess what? She was secretly holding hands with a male teacher from the literature department in the woods..." Walking in Tang Yi Xia Zhi, who was in front of him, sneakily told ten-year-old Tang Yi some obscure gossip.

"Oh." Tang Yi nodded before Xia Zhi finished speaking.

"So..." Xia Zhi suddenly turned around, looked at Tang Yi and asked seriously, "What insights can you gain from this story?"

"You're late for work again."

Turning the Rubik's Cube in his hand, Tang Yi said without raising his head.

"Yes, there is a strong divergent thinking, but this is not the crux of the problem. What else can you think of?" Xia Zhi said solemnly after shaking his head.

"You're going to be charged."

"This is just a common-sense causal relationship, no, points will be deducted!" After crossing her hands and making a big X, Xia Zhi reminded again, "Tell me, why do the female students in our class flirt with the teachers of the literature department?" clear?"

"Because there are many girls in liberal arts classes."

"This is only one aspect...but let's push our thinking further. In college, why are girls more likely to fall in love with liberal arts teachers than science teachers? That's right, it's because he is a liberal arts teacher. After all, few girls will feel I appreciate the beauty of mathematical formulas, but I am instinctively touched by romantic love stories. That is to say, liberal arts teachers are more likely to be secretly in love with female students. In other words, people who can tell stories are not short of love."

"It's very far-fetched after that." Tang Yi turned his head to the side, ignoring Xia Zhi's nervousness, and continued to study the spelling of the Rubik's Cube side by side.

"So, for the next week, please go to the hospital to accompany grandma."

After some inexplicable foreshadowing, Xia Zhi finally explained her intentions.

Moreover, under such circumstances, she would lightly add a more reasonable reason.

"I'm going to other provinces for a week of research. During the period, you will stay at your grandpa's house and take care of your grandma by the way."

"Yes." Tang Yi agreed without thinking, but raised his head and emphasized, "I agree because you are going on a business trip, not because you can tell stories and don't lack the temptation of being a woman."

"Didn't I vaccinate you?"

Xia Zhi smiled and explained to Tang Yi.

"It doesn't matter what the vaccination is." The Rubik's Cube in his hand stopped turning, and Tang Yi asked sincerely and helplessly, "Can you make grandma stop telling stories?"

"Obviously, no."

This is why Tang Yi hates stories.

The bad fable of "Once upon a time there was a mountain" will stop telling after the child is put to sleep.

And the story of grandma, after waking Tang Yi up, can still circulate in his ears.

……

"Have you come to see grandma again? He is really a filial and sensible boy."

The reason why Tang Yi was afraid of seeing his grandmother was that besides the endless cycle of old stories about her grandmother, the behavior of the sister nurse in the hospital who kept rubbing her face to mobilize oil in the name of reception was also one of the reasons.

"Thank you sister." Nodding to the nurse sister in thanks, and letting her cheeks flush with loving motherly heart.Under the leadership of Tang Yi, he entered the ward on the second floor of the inpatient department, and was baptized by the old stories of his grandmother who was in the hospital.

The place visible to the naked eye is full of deserted white decorations. Those who pass by are all weak patients suffering from various diseases. Not an inch of air can escape the pungent and choking smell of medicine. Sharp needles.

No matter how many times he came to this kind of place, Tang Yi couldn't get used to it.

"Xiao Yi, are you here?" Lying on the hospital bed, the grandmother with coiled silver hair, sagging skin, and oil spots all over the place called Tang Yi in a moderate tone.

It's strange, even though other physical characteristics of grandma are aging rapidly, and she can't see the radiant vitality, but as long as those dark eyes remain bright, people can't feel her frailty.It seemed that the person lying here was not a weak patient, but a resolute old man with rich experience.

Then, the resolute old man started again.

"Last time, where were we talking?"

The grandmother on the hospital bed asked Tang Yi with a smile.The eyes are the light of love, and the tone is the gentle wind.

"Speaking of..."

When answering this question, Tang Yi aroused his love for the fable "Once upon a time there was a mountain". After all, at this time, if you say "there is the monk", you can use the sentence pattern of "oh, that monk..." Then I went on.

"Cake."

Standard English came from the bed next door. Tang Yi was stunned for a moment. After turning his head curiously, he found a beautiful classical woman guarding a girl about ten years old with no hair, gloomy expression and dull blue eyes. around.

"Alice, you can't eat cake."

This is how the lady responded to the girl named "Alice".

When she said this, Tang Yi suddenly remembered that the grandmother in the hospital had a lot of food restricted by the doctor.Therefore, the patient has to be deprived of some physical pleasure in order to make her more aware of the value of health.

"Strawberry Cake."

The voice came out from the girl's mouth again flatly, and Tang Yi was even curious.

How deep is this girl's obsession with cakes...

"Xiao Yi, we... We seem to be talking about harvesting wheat?" The grandmother beside her suddenly realized where her story was saved, and suddenly said to Tang Yi with a smile.

"Well, harvest the wheat."

The wheat has been harvested seven times.

Sure enough, I still prefer the "Once upon a time there was a mountain" story.

Although the grandmother's story is not over, Tang Yi still did not show any impatience. After nodding in response to the grandmother, he continued to explain the girl who was all in white but had beautiful dark blue eyes.

"Speaking of harvesting wheat, then... the color of the awn is the color of the awn."

"Ok?"

Tang Yi was stunned suddenly, because in the old story that was told seven times, there was no such word as Maimangse that Du compiled.Therefore, Tang Yi, who came to his senses, lowered his head subconsciously, and after meeting his gaze with his grandmother, he discovered that his grandmother had noticed his sneak peek at the blue-eyed girl.

Then, stroking Tang Yi's hand, grandma slowly said: "In autumn, the wheat field is a brilliant golden yellow. And on the plump wheat, there are small awns. Although viewed from a distance, Wheat awns are not as shiny as wheat, but when held in the hand, they are pure golden yellow, which is the color of awns. And when that girl's hair grows out, it must be the eye-catching color of awns."

"Because you're a foreigner?"

"This is a common-sense causal relationship, let's use your imagination. What would it be like if the girl with blue eyes grows wheat-colored hair?"

"should be……"

A beautiful caged bird.

"Mirror."

The blue-eyed girl asked the classical woman for a mirror, and said goodbye to her expressionlessly.

Tang Yi didn't dare to look at the picture after getting the mirror.

Alice doesn't have wheat-colored hair now, she only thinks herself in the mirror is ugly and ugly.

If you walk over to her and say "very beautiful", will it make her laugh?

No, she would think it was sympathy.

This kind of melancholy look cannot be wiped away by a beautiful word.

"There is no formula, so I can only spell out one side." With his head lowered, Tang Yi put together the yellow side of the Rubik's Cube and threw it aside in frustration.

"When you're bored, just write a novel." Grandma said.