Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 229

Yaling's question was quickly answered, and Cui An wrote under her hand: I don't laugh often, but my voice is very nice.

Ugh!
This narcissistic guy, Yaling turned the scarf so that his mouth could come out and breathe: "Can you smile more often?"

Fingers in her palm asked: why?
I didn't speak for a long time, walked forward slowly, and suddenly raised my head: "Spring has already come, if people can be like those flowers and plants, how wonderful it would be to lose in winter and grow again in spring, year after year, even It’s just passing away and withering, but it’s only a year, and in the next spring, it will start to sprout branches and leaves again in such a vigorous way, how chic it is.”

"How chic." He murmured again to himself, and suddenly lost his temper: "Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me."

Cui An held his hand, and Yaling returned to its original state: "Is there a garden here?"

Cui An tapped her arm, but she was too thickly dressed, so she didn't feel it at all, so he had to tap her exposed cheek, it was cold, and it was so cold under such a tight covering, he couldn't help pulling her palm out, and wrote : Go back, it's cold.

Ya Ling shook his head: "Let's go for a while, I haven't come out for a long time."

Swipe your finger again: come out tomorrow.

"Tomorrow still has things to do tomorrow. I have time now, and I can't waste it anymore. Is there a garden? There must be. Take me there."

She swiped her fingers and seemed to write something again, but felt the temperature of her palm disappearing quickly, she quickly withdrew her hand, covered it again with her sleeve, and did not write anything anymore.

Yaling's persistence got Cuian's compromise, he pulled her around a few turns, and then stopped, Yaling curiously 'looked around', as if he could really see it.

"How big is it? Is it fenced in? Has it been re-digged?"

Yaling's questions popped up one by one, she let go of Cui An's hand, and she took a few steps forward alone, when Cui An came over, she dodged and blinked mischievously: "I can smell them underground. Can you believe the scent of flowers?"

Cui An was noncommittal, just stood aside and watched her having fun.

"From here to here, what a big place, is it a wooden fence? It must be beautiful. It would be great if there were morning glories, they would climb all over the fence, and in the morning, they would bloom together, with the flowers in the garden , it must be beautiful, but I don’t know what they planted here?”

Ya Ling squatted down, withdrew his hand from the glove, and touched the ground in front of him: "It hasn't melted yet, and I have to wait for a while. All my flower seeds have fallen. Forget it, this is not my garden. I won't let me change it casually."

Somewhat disappointed, he stood up and gathered the scarf, but after more than a minute, his hands were so cold that his knuckles ached, he quietly stuffed them back into the gloves, turned around and said, "Go back."

Cui An came over to hold her, touched her cold hand, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then walked back in silence.

When the two returned to the ward, Cui An hurriedly soaked her hands in hot water. After she got used to it, she added hot water at the right time. She didn't take it out until her hands were blood-colored. After drying with a towel, she stuffed the hand warmer back into her hands, and went to pack the rest by herself.

Ya Ling sat on the hospital bed wrapped in a quilt, listening to Cui An's busy voice, she felt warm in her heart. There was a pile of things piled up beside the bed when she went out. Slowly stroking the place where Li weighed, drawing that shape thousands of times in his heart, every line of his hand seemed to be driven into the depths of the soul.

Fingers went in lightly, touched something cool, hooked it slightly, brought it out, held it in his hand, and brought it to his face. They were two small silver rings, tied together, although the surface was silver It is bright, but if you take a closer look, you can see that it is not such a precious thing. The workmanship is very rough, and even on the back, there are scratches that were inadvertently worn out during the rush.

Ya Ling flipped them over with her fingers, she couldn't see anything, but she seemed to see a beautiful scenery, with a little happiness, a little expectation, a little joy, and a little fleeting disappointment on her face.

Hearing the sound in his ears, Elling quickly put them away and returned to their original appearance.

Cui An walked to the bed, as if he didn't notice her abnormality, he reached out his hand to grab Aling's hand, but Aling didn't expect him to do this, and the things in his hand couldn't be put back in place, and he As soon as it was pulled, it just missed and flew out, and with a ding sound, it fell somewhere.

She was too frightened, Xin Kai was about to pick up the quilt, Cui An held her down, but she avoided, Cui An had to pick up the thing on the ground before her, and then immediately returned to the bed, letting her touch it with her fingers , I saw her relax.

The two of them pinched the two small silver things with their fingers, and the sunlight shone into the room, creating a faint halo.

Ya Ling tried slightly to take them back, but Cui An let go of them, watched her wipe the dust off them with great care, stood up suddenly, and walked out of the ward without saying a word.

The sound of closing the door alarmed Ya Ling, she looked in the direction of the gate blankly, only thinking that Cui An was leaving on a temporary basis.

However, there seems to be something unusual.

Cui An hasn't come back since he left in the morning, and Yaling sat in the ward doing nothing, even missing Cui An here.

Touch the door, open it quietly, stick your head out to listen to the sound, no, smell the smell, no, close the door, and go back to bed.

Are you angry?
But she didn't do anything!What happened?
Yaling couldn't sit still, and touched the door again. This time, she opened the door and walked out, and walked along the wall to an adjacent room. She didn't dare to knock on the door rashly, and only knocked and pushed open a crack in the door. , poke your head in, and smell it carefully, it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time, only the smell of clean water left after cleaning the room.

(End of this chapter)