Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 179

The thermos that was pushed into his arms was really warm, and the small water droplets formed due to the moisture in the plastic layer condensed on the plastic bag, like small teardrops.

Yaling pushed hard a few times, and wanted to let go, but just as she left, the thermos bottle fell a little bit, she had no choice but to hold it with her hands, and said goodbye: "Didn't you hear what I said?" ?”

"No."

Su Wei's faint two words successfully made Yaling's fury, and he glanced at him fiercely, and pushed the thing fiercely, with a certain look of utter desperation, and no longer cared about leaving his hand, the thing Will it fall to pieces, just turn around and leave.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned around, the sound behind him came to his ears. It was not the crisp sound as imagined, but the muffled sound was like the constant feeling in his chest.

Yaling didn't see Su Wei's shocked eyes for a moment, because she had already strode back to the ward, slammed the door tightly, and didn't look at him again.

His unrestrained posture was like an invisible rejection. He was firmly nailed in place, and he couldn't take a step to keep him.

The crumbs of the bottle were scattered on the ground, and the strong smell of chicken soup wafted around. He bent down and looked at the crumbs scattered on the ground, which were the result of his own efforts in the kitchen in the afternoon.

At that time, Jiaru was upstairs banging on the door and yelling to come out. The servant stood by the kitchen anxiously and asked him if he wanted to help, and asked his lady if she broke this and that and that and that again today. Going to add something new...everything was chaotic, and in the restless afternoon, he miraculously didn't have a trace of irritability.

Wearing a somewhat tight apron, he was slowly stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon in the kitchen. There was a recipe on the left hand side. The upper right corner of the page had obvious creases, and there was a line on it that looked like a primary school student. The small black characters in the font: Just add as much water as the second section of the index finger, don't put more, and the salt spoon refers to the small spoon, not the soup spoon, and the chicken...

It was a note made by Elling, it happened a long time ago, the recipe was clipped on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet, so she forgot to take it away...

While looking at the recipe, he tasted it from time to time, or asked the servant if he wanted to add something... Such a time-consuming and labor-intensive task, but he was very devoted to it.There seemed to be a sense of satisfaction, just because she thought of the surprise and satisfaction that she might reveal after knowing that these were made by him, just...

Slightly dazed, his hand has been cut by the fragments of the cup, and small drops of blood dripped from his fingers all the way to the ground, melting into the golden soup
The old man in the next bed has always been very lonely. It is rare for family members to visit him. When Yaling's father fell asleep, Yaling would go to his bedside to talk with him, chat, or just quietly Sit for a while, but on this day, there was a girl next to his bed, she was white and clean, wearing a school uniform, with headphones in her ears, sitting by the old man's bed, clumsily peeling an apple.

Yaling knew the time when the old man took the medicine, so he went over with hot water and poured a glass, and patted the girl with his hands. The girl took off the earphones, a little confused, and Yaling handed the medicine over, the girl took it with a smile, and took it to uncle. Wake up and feed him.

The song in P3 came out, and Ya Ling turned around, but stopped again, making her stunned by the bed for a while.

The girl understood and passed the thing over: "Do you want to listen?"

Yaling took it hesitantly, plugged the earphone back in, put the other end in his ear, and went back to his father's bed and sat down.

As night approached, the lights in the ward were turned on, but the loneliness of that night became more apparent.

Yaling knew that she was not a sentimental woman, but she was a stubborn and nostalgic guy.

except miss you
besides loving you
i am willing to do anything
open diary
Organize your mood
i really really want to give up
you never loved

you are perfunctory me

Ignore my feelings time and time again

i really feel powerless

powerless to continue
this feeling

not worth my hesitation

not worth my consideration
not worth my love
this memory
not worth mentioning

not worth remembering
not worth crying
this relationship
should have given up long ago
I shouldn't have wasted my time looking for miracles

这样 的 你
not worth my hating on you

It's not worth my bad mood for you

I decided not to break my heart for you
give up loving you
The man's voice is not very gorgeous, and Yaling doesn't like the tune of the song, but she can't ignore the large paragraphs of lyrics that seem to replace her. The song is crystal clear.

The girl in the next bed waved her hand, Ya Ling took off her ears, and the girl smiled and shouted: "Is my brother's name worth it, do you like it?"

Ya Ling nodded and said: "...I like it." After thinking for a while, he added: "I like it very much, I like it very much."

这样 的 你
not worth my hating on you

It's not worth my bad mood for you

I decided not to break my heart for you
give up loving you
……

Outside the hospital, the visitors had already returned one after another. A man came out with the flow of people, looked left and right, and stopped in the garden on the side. Soon, another man came out of the hospital. Very slowly, halfway through the walk, the man stopped, raised his head, and looked at a certain ward upstairs. The moonlight softened the curve of his face, and seemed to inject a little tenderness into his eyes. After looking at it for a while, he turned his head and walked straight to the gate, stopped at the gate again, and did the same movement of turning his head and looking up again before completely disappearing outside the gate.

The man turned around from the garden, dropped the cartridge in his hand, glanced at where the man was looking, pursed his lips slightly, took out his cell phone, made up a short text message, sent it, and a second later, the received message was sent successfully After the task was completed, the whistle was blown, and the patient walked out of the hospital leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

(End of this chapter)