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Chapter 2 Initially

Chapter 2 Initial

The face that had been touched by the god of death looked pale and calm. The wide cuffs of the hospital gown made her hands very thin, and a cold needle was stuck in the back of the hand. The ward was full of the smell of disinfectant. She lay quietly There, asleep.

She had a dream, a dream she had deliberately forgotten for ten years.

The corridor outside the pottery is very narrow. That day, she was holding a freshly fired vase and walked towards the exhibition room. The half-height vase blocked her sight. When she heard footsteps, she subconsciously turned sideways to make way for the other party. But the numb fingers slipped due to a sudden change of movement, causing her center of gravity to lean forward uncontrollably. In the nick of time, the man tactfully supported her with the vase firmly, This survived.

She was wearing a chiffon dress with slashed shoulders. The hand on the other side's smooth and clean shoulders was broad and powerful. It should be a man. The slightly warm temperature in the palm made her blush. She stood up quickly, with half of her head exposed from behind the vase Smiling, thanked him politely: "Thank you so much."

But the man didn't say anything, he just took his hand back, and walked past her in another direction without saying a word, she turned around, her eyes couldn't help following his cold back, he Wearing a straight striped shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows casually, with one hand in the pocket of the khaki slacks, looking from behind, he looks very clean and handsome.

The faint scent of cologne on his body still lingered in the air. It is said that people's olfactory memory is three times that of visual memory, so she could easily remember his smell.

At that time, she didn't know that such an ordinary encounter in the afternoon, such a man, was enough to change her life.

Later, she saw him a few times in the pottery studio. His facial features were deep and his eyebrows were thick, but his lips were a little thin, although they were extremely good-looking when they were pursed together, with an indescribable charm.Later, I heard others say that the object of his interest was Teacher Fang's daughter. Such rumors made her feel inexplicably disappointed. A good man always belongs to someone else, and it was her wishful thinking.

……

Okay, why are you thinking of these old things again?

Su Xiaomu woke up slowly, frowning, her breathing was still a little rough.

Looking sideways, the blinds were half drawn, the spring rain that had been raining for several days had stopped, the sun was shining in warmly, the light made her eyes overflow with tears, and Ling Ziqi was leaning on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, sitting on the sofa. There was his coat and a miniature suitcase.

She moved her slightly bent hand, and Ling Ziqi woke up quickly, gently pressed the back of her cold hand, and said slowly: "Don't move, there is still half a bottle left."

"Why are you back? Aren't you going to study in Japan for a month? It's only been a few days?" Su Xiaomu's voice was a little dry and hoarse, and he could barely give him a smile.

Ling Ziqi didn't answer her, but stood up and pressed the lifter beside the bed to help her sit on the pillow, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you now? How is your breathing? Do you still feel tightness in your chest?"

Su Xiaomu shook her head: "I'm fine, can't you trust your senior brother? He even said I'm fine..." Her words were gradually silenced under his increasingly cold gaze, and she pursed her lips like an aggrieved child.

Ling Ziqi slowly tightened his fists, and said in a calm voice, "It's okay? How dare you say it's okay even when you're cyanotic? Is it, do you want to..." He didn't dare to say that word, he deeply He took a deep breath, turned his back to her, pursed his lips and said, "You can only eat liquid food for the time being, I'll ask the nurse to bring you a bowl of porridge." Then he hurriedly left the ward as if escaping from something .

He leaned against the wall of the corridor, and gradually calmed down his mood. It was not until he saw her wake up with his own eyes just now that his heart was at ease.In Japan, when he received an emergency call from his senior brother saying that she had a relapse and was admitted to the hospital, and almost had to be admitted to the ICU, his mind was blank, and he rushed back on the earliest flight without thinking about anything. She knew the fear of losing don't know?
The nurse brought a thermos bottle filled with white porridge. Ling Ziqi took it into the ward, poured the porridge into the bowl, and didn't say a word. Su Xiaomu was most afraid that when he was silent like this, he was always smiling and chatting happily. After the white robe, he hangs out in various bars suavely and suavely. In the eyes of women, he is a handsome, rich and temperless "good lover". .

She obediently ate a bowl of porridge in his hands, then glanced at him nervously, and then dared to beg for mercy: "Don't be angry, the groom is my editor-in-chief, and the hospitality is hard to come by, so it's not good. Go, but I didn't know he would put the whole wedding banquet full of the bride's favorite daisies, and I said a few words of blessing and left, really." Spring is the season of pollen flying, daisy is also known as Marguerite, but for her it is a fatal allergen of Compositae.

After hearing her explanation, Ling Ziqi's eyes were dark, and while putting the bowl on the table, he said flatly, "Does Xiao Yao know that you have been admitted to the hospital?"

"How dare I let him know? Don't look at him as a precocious adult, he really knows that I will not be able to handle it when I am admitted to the hospital. Fortunately, he participated in a competition these days, and the school will arrange accommodation uniformly. I can hide it from him." Su Xiaomu's eyes lit up when he mentioned her son, he was her darling, more important than anything else.

"So you are still thinking about Xiaoyao's young age. Let me see if you will dare to be so reckless in the future?" Ling Ziqi's face softened a little, and after a while, he said in a low and solemn voice, "Xiaomu, promise me , don't have a next time."

"I see, don't worry." Su Xiaomu nodded, recalling that day again, "The wedding, flowers, blessings... Ziqi, I knew the bride was very happy when I saw the smile on her face. The most beautiful day of her life."

Ling Ziqi was taken aback, and said half-jokingly, "You hate getting married?" He suddenly approached her, and said slowly, "Actually, you don't need to be envious. As long as you ask, we can register for marriage right away." Excited, he knew he was not joking, he was waiting for her answer.

really.

They were too close, breathing in their ears, Su Xiaomu shuddered, half turned away and pretended to be relaxed and teased: "I don't dare to be your single terminator, let's not talk about outsiders, just your admirer in the hospital One person can drown me by spitting! Doctor Ling, please do me a favor and spare the little girl!"

"That's right." Ling Ziqi pulled away from his body with a faint smile, and said casually, "I also don't want to part with that forest, but it's just coaxing you, don't take it seriously." He still remembered the dream before she woke up In the midst of raving, she murmured the name repeatedly, Jing Yan.

Su Xiaomu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's not that she doesn't know some things, but she can only pretend that she doesn't know. Ziqi is her most important friend, and she can't lose him.

Ling Ziqi stayed with her all day, until she cried out that she was sleepy, and lay down wrapped in a quilt, and he sat alone for a long time, until she fell asleep breathing smoothly, then turned off the light and left.

The sound of him closing the door was very soft. Su Xiaomu lay down for a while, and finally couldn't fall asleep. She sat up slowly in the dark, turned on the small desk lamp, opened the drawer and took out the wallet from her handbag. There is a photo hidden inside.

The girl in the photo is wearing a ponytail, holding the arm of the young man beside her affectionately, smiling happily. The man's face is expressionless, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and he looks very arrogant. He is very low-key and never refuses to face In any shot, she still remembers how surprised he was when she asked to take a photo with him, which was much better than when he was expressionless.

This is the man she loved before, and now, too.

And this man said to her in the dream, there is nothing wrong with you, but you are not the woman I want.

(End of this chapter)