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Miao Xiaohui closed her lips tightly and didn't open her mouth. Now she has no appetite at all. Her stomach is empty and she doesn't want to eat anything.

"You have a fever." Tang Shaofeng said earnestly and sighed softly.

Is he sighing? Miao Xiaohui has known him for such a long time, and can't remember when he sighed. The word "perseverance" is always printed on his angular face.

"Take a bite." Tang Shaofeng's rare patience, the spoon touched her closed lips.

"I don't eat." Miao Xiaohui roared for no reason and pushed his hand away.

As her hand is pushed away, all the porridge in the spoon is spilled on the bed. Miao Xiaohui thinks that he will yell at himself. She admits her fate and closes her eyes. Although she refuses to admit her mistake, she knows she is wrong. She doesn't complain about how others treat her.

The expected storm did not come, and then she was picked up. When her body was hanging in the air, Miao Xiaohui instinctively put her arms around his neck for fear that he would throw herself down.

She didn't dare to open her eyes for fear of seeing Tang Shaofeng's sulky look. She was like a child who had done something wrong and was only immersed in her own fluke.

He was gently put on the sofa, but he would not let go of his hand around his neck. It was like anger and coquetry. Only she knew that he enjoyed the temperature of the man and the sense of security.

A gentle kiss falls down, just like waking her up. When you open your eyes, you can see Tang Shaofeng's gentle face. Does this man have a gentle side? It's like getting to know this man again.

"There's me." Tang Shaofeng's one word is better than a thousand words. He gently pushes her to lie on the sofa, as if he has got a definite promise, and finally his hand around his neck is released.

Tang Shaofeng, with a comforting smile on his lips, got up to tear off the soiled sheets and went to find a clean one.

In Miao Xiaohui's memory, he never does such a thing, but he can do it in an orderly way. His hand, which can only sign with a pen, can also do such complicated things, especially his profile and back when bending over to make the sheets. People can't help but have a sense of intimacy, forgetting that he is an overbearing man.

When the sheets are finished, he straightens up and looks at Miao Xiaohui on the sofa. Miao Xiaohui is a person who doesn't want to trouble others. He holds one hand on the sofa and wants to sit up. Tang Shaofeng holds it down.

"I'll hold you, but promise me to have a good meal." At the same time, Tang Shaofeng held her down and talked to her about the conditions. At the same time, he reasoned with her, "I don't need to talk about the reason that people can't come back from death. You should understand very well. If you fall ill, who will take care of your mother and brother? Don't expect me to take care of them because of you. Without you, I won't even look at them. "

"Do you speak so harshly?" Miao Xiaohui's feeling just now turned into tears. Strange to say, she was not particularly angry with his theory.

"Bad words are often wisdom." Tang Shaofeng didn't think he was wrong at all.

Miao Xiaohui punches him in the chest. Weak, she has no strength at all. It's like tickling, which attracts Tang Shaofeng's ridicule.

Originally, Miao Xiaohui planned to walk back by herself. In this way, she simply stayed on the sofa.

"Stubborn little wild cat, if you are not careful, you will be scratched by your sharp claws." Tang Shaofeng has a bitter smile on his face. His heart has been caught by the little wild cat. He is uncomfortable and seems to enjoy it. Even he can't tell.

Tang Shaofeng took her to bed. When he turned back and picked up the bowl, he found that it was cold. "Wait, I'll get the bowl hot." After watching Miao Xiaohui finish, he stayed for another two seconds and then turned to go out.

Soon, a bowl of steaming but not very hot porridge was brought. This time, Miao Xiaohui, leaning on the head of the bed, ate the porridge like a tamed animal.

Tang Shaofeng put down the bowl and raised his hand to touch her forehead. "It's still a little hot. I'll call the doctor and ask him to come and have a look." Then he went to get the phone.

"No." Miao Xiaohui held his hand, "just take some medicine. I don't want an injection."

Tang Shaofeng frowned. Just when Miao Xiaohui was asleep, he had already given him an injection. He clearly remembered Miao Xiaohui's frown when he was giving the injection.

"No, it has to be injected." There is no room for discussion. Tang Shaofeng has already picked up the phone and called.

Ordered, not only did not have the rejection before, but the heart surged with a sense of joy, two hands holding the quilt, as if to cover themselves up.

"I'll tell you, don't make me do it when I have an injection later."

Soon, the male doctor and the female nurse came. First, he checked Miao Xiaohui and said to Tang Shaofeng, "Mr. night, Miss Miao's symptoms are melancholy. You should keep a cheerful mood and don't think about the unpleasant things. As for the fever, you should take another injection, but you should take the medicine according to the time."

"Well, you keep the medicine." Seeing that the female nurse was already preparing the injection, Tang Shaofeng went out with the doctor.

It hurts. Miao Xiaohui watched the nurse go out, then reached out and touched the place where the needle was inserted, suffering.

Turned over and made her pant? This makes Miao Xiaohui realize that she is really too weak.

Inadvertently raised eyes, found Tang Shaofeng standing in front of the bed, smiling at her, when did he come in? Why is there no sound at all? Is her vigilance so bad?

"There's something else in gongtangli. I'll deal with it. If you're bored, I'll ask Yingying to come with you. However, I'd better have a sleep. I'll come back when I wake up." Tang Shaofeng is concerned about tucking in the quilt for her.

Miao Xiaohui hides her hand in the quilt for a moment, and wants to reach out and hold Tang Shaofeng. For some reason, she is very dependent on Tang Shaofeng now, and doesn't want him to leave for a moment, but she knows that he has done enough. She can't even care about Gong Tang's affairs for her.

"Drive slowly." Miao Xiaohui's lips are pale, as if all her world is this man.

"Good, sleep." Tang Shaofeng leaned down and patted her with one hand. Although she was separated by a quilt, Miao Xiaohui could still feel his temperature.

After he left, Miao Xiaohui couldn't sleep. Her head was full of her father's dying eyes. Her tearful eyes seemed to have a lot to say.

What's the secret of that vase? Miao Xiaohui decided to solve the mystery. She couldn't wait for a moment. She sat up with her hands on the bed.

She always thought that she was in good health. For the first time, she felt that her life was so fragile, but she forced herself out of bed to change her clothes.

A person out of the Tang villa, standing on the side of the road to take a taxi, back home, accompanied by her mother Miao fan for her arrival some accident, more unexpected is Miao Xiaohui haggard face.

"Sister, are you ok?" Miao fan worried to hold her, let her sit down on the sofa.

Miao Xiaohui didn't sit down. Instead, she looked at her father's room. She slowly turned around and pushed open the door of the room. Miao fan also followed in.

The room seemed empty. It seemed that I could feel my father's presence. The vase was still in its original position. No one in the Miao family was in the mood to touch it.

Miao Xiaohui picked up the vase and first looked to see if there was anything under it. However, her hand fell down, and nothing fell down. It seemed that there was nothing unusual. But the look in her father's eyes at the end of his life clearly implied something.

"Sister, what are you looking for?" Miao fan does not understand looking at her a series of actions, songqin also follow in, do not understand its meaning of looking at her.

"Mom, didn't dad tell you anything before?" Miao Xiaohui disappointedly throws the vase on the table and raises her eyes to welcome songqin.

"Sister, tell me what you are looking for first." Miao fan looks at her suspiciously.

"Didn't you see Dad staring at the vase when he was dying? I wonder if he's suggesting something to us? "

Miao fan was just sad at that time and didn't pay attention to this detail. Besides, there seems to be no other property in his family except this house which is not very valuable. Can't he leave a will to distribute the property?

But my father insisted on going home at the last moment, which seems to be a question.

Thinking of this, Miao fan picked up the vase. First, Chaoyang looked in. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he could see something. He wanted to put his hand in. But his hand was too big to put it in, so he gave it to Miao Xiaohui.

Miao Xiaohui's hand is thin and tender. She reaches in without any pressure. She touches something as if it's paper. It's just stuck. It's not easy to take it out.

"Break the vase?" Miao fan suggested.

Miao Xiaohui took back her hand and looked at her mother. The vase had been in their home for many years and she would not notice it. Songqin quickly nodded her head.

Miao fan held up the vase and threw it to the ground. It broke into pieces. He used to use transparent tape to stick a folded piece of paper to the bottom of the vase. He didn't want to know how his father did it. Let's see what's important first.

After unfolding the paper, Miao fan couldn't help crying. As expected, the father was most concerned about the elder sister and asked them to find her back anyway.

Originally immersed in the grief of the bereavement of their loved ones, he mentioned Miao Yuner again, which made the whole Miao family fall into grief again.

"I must get my elder sister back." Miao Xiaohui's tearful eyes whirled around every corner of the room, as if to say to her father.

Songqin couldn't help crying out.

On the bench by the lake, Miao Xiaohui sits quietly, but her heart is not as calm as her surface. She can't calm down when the waves are rough, and she is already full of tears.

Dad is still concerned about his eldest daughter at the last moment, and the will left to her is to find Miao Yuner. He doesn't believe in a living person, so he disappears quietly.

Sister, where are you? Do you know dad is still thinking about you when he dies? Come back soon, will you? Miao Xiaohui cried in her heart, tears on her face like the gate of breaking the dike.

Did not notice the strange eyes of passers-by, as if to backlog in the heart of all the grievances and unwilling to cry out.

The night wind blowing, she had a shiver, although the temperature is not cold, but her world is dark, as if into the cold.

"Xiao Hui." The familiar and anxious voice came from behind. Just as Miao Xiaohui turned around, she came near and yelled, "why don't you answer my phone?"

Dull eyes, saw a pair of vicious eyes, as if to swallow her.