When Yan Muyu asked how she was doing over the past month, Xing Zhaizhai only talked about studying. As for Yuan Jizhang's bug, she didn't want to mention it.
Seeing how heavy the dark circles were under his eyes, he quickly urged him to go to bed.
After taking a shower and drying his hair, Xing Zhaizhai couldn't sleep and stood by the window looking outside.
Lightning flashed and thundered, and the continuous drizzle gradually turned into large raindrops, hitting the leaves and flowers of Magnolia grandiflorum, and falling under the street lamp and on the ground.
Xing Zhaizhai looked at the endless night sky, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his whole temperament changed.
"My dear, this world is very interesting."
She raised her right hand and gave her a light kiss, put on the clothes that Wen's mother had brought over, and walked out quietly, avoiding the medical staff on duty and walking out of the hospital.
In the next room, Yan Muyu opened her eyes.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella in hand, she walked in this city. Pedestrians and vehicles hurried on the streets, which seemed to be less noisy and more peaceful.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her lapel, and when she looked back, she saw a kind-faced elder sister.
The eldest sister saw that the little girl had an oil-paper umbrella to protect her from the wind and rain. Seeing that her thin body might be blown away at any time, she walked out of the store and gave her her big umbrella.
"Kid, take this umbrella, you're going to get wet. You must be in an emergency if you go out in this weather. Don't let your family worry. Go back as soon as possible."
The eldest sister put the umbrella directly in her hand and went back to the store without waiting for anyone to say anything.
She watched people enter the store and opened a straight-handled umbrella. It was very large and protected her body from the cold wind and rain.
With the help of the big umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella suddenly turned into a virtual computer. She quickly found Yuan Ji Zhang's location with one hand in less than a minute, with a smile in her eyes.
Her baby hasn't hit anyone yet.
after an hour.
She found Yuan Ji Zhang on the fourth floor of the hotel. Standing on the roof opposite their hotel, the oil-paper umbrella turned into a virtual telescope.
Through the obstacles, I saw Yuanji Zhangzheng and Hou Shushang standing together. The two were doing something of some color and were not interested in looking at it. They pointed the telescope at the sky.
Through the dark clouds, she saw the star he was talking about. Among all the stars, that star was the weakest. Even if she stepped onto the highest mountain top, she could not see it at night.
After waiting for two or three hours, it finally stopped over there.
Hou Shushang washed Yuan Jizhang and put it on the bed, then entered the bathroom. His peach-blossom eyes glanced at the rooftop of the hotel opposite intentionally or unintentionally, with an unknown smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
She turned her telescope into a sniper rifle and aimed it at the sleeping person. A stream of air penetrated the glass window and curtains and hit Yuanji's camper door.
There was no blooming scene in her head as she imagined. She raised her eyebrows slightly and hit Yuan Ji Zhang on the head again, but nothing happened. This time, she aimed at the nocturnal bat, which worked.
It seems that the problem is not with his weapon, but with Yuan Ji Zhang.
"Heh, interesting."
She turned her sniper rifle back into an oil-paper umbrella, turned around and left the roof, and her gaze fell on the spot where she had just stood.
Entering the ward and looking into Yan Muyu's eyes, she ignored him and entered the bathroom.
"Come on, dear."
Closing and opening his eyes, Xing Zhai calmly took a hot bath, got dressed and came out.
"Can't sleep?"
Yan Muyu looked at her quietly for a while before shaking her head and handing her the prepared ginger soup.
"Go to the cold."
"Thank you." Xing Zhaizhai checked the temperature to see if it was warm and finished it in one mouthful. "It's time to go to bed. I will go to school tomorrow afternoon."
"How many more days of rest are you going to do?"
Yan Muyu looked at her disapprovingly. This guy had just come back and didn't have to worry about his grades. Why was he in a hurry to go to class?
"No need." Xing Zhaizhai returned to the bed and covered himself with the quilt, his eyes indicating that he should turn off the light and go to sleep.
Yan Muyu stood up and turned off the lights, and the ward instantly fell into darkness. The closed windows and blackout curtains blocked some of the sound of thunder and rain. The breathing of both of them was very weak and quiet.
Xing Zhaizhai thought the person was gone, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard a murmur, soft, as if floating out of a dream. For a moment, she didn't know whether it was a dream or reality.
"Do you have three personalities?"
