Fairy Cries Only At Night

Bingbing pinned the hair stuck together because of tears on my face behind my ears, with seriousness and affirmation on my face, "No."

I fell into the swamp and my body kept sinking. When I thought I would die, someone pulled me up fiercely. Suddenly, I didn't know what to do for the rest of my life.

At the moment, that's how I feel.

Joy came so suddenly that I didn't know what to do.

And Bingbing's face returned to its original coldness in the process of my stupor.

Bingbing takes out a cigarette from her bag, lights it, sucks it and spits it out.

The smell of smoke spread quickly, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, which is a heavy and suffocating smell.

I looked back at Bingbing with questions in my eyes.

How did that lunatic, she, save me?

"Bingbing..."

I opened my mouth quietly. I was moved beyond words. Bingbing shook the ash and interrupted me, "it's good to have a thought, but don't let others know."

I opened my eyes in surprise and couldn't tell what I felt.

There is discomfort, rejection and unwillingness, but it is more hazy.

I think Bingbing's words seem to have other meanings. After thinking about it, I opened my lips and said, "Bingbing, I..."

Bingbing glanced at me and directly interrupted me, and the topic changed, "are you still going to do this industry?"

I'm afraid to think about Zhang Zhengqi.

I can't imagine what I would do without ice.

And I realized a serious problem. I can't have good luck all the time.

Next time, I'm afraid it's hard to escape.

Just, what can I do without doing this

I struggled and hesitated. The balance in my heart tilted to one side, but I was uneasy.

I don't want to be in this industry anymore.

"Su Qing, you can't have both fish and bear's paw. There's nothing so good in the world."

I know. It's because I know that it's difficult.

"Think about it. I won't go to work this time. I'll go out for a while."

"Yes."

Everyone has their own space and scars. I won't ask about Bingbing unless she tells me herself.

I left the hospital after Bingbing left.

I don't want to make myself as fragile as Lin Daiyu. I just go home and lie down and think about the future.

Recently, Jin Yan's doctor didn't call again. It is estimated that the million yuan can be used for some time.

I lay in bed with a picture in my hand, my heart aching a little.

Jin Yan seldom takes photos, and I seldom take photos, so we don't have any photos.

The photo in my hand is the only photo of Jin Yan, but Jin Yan inside no longer has a sunny smile.

His face was pale, his eyes were deep, and his whole face was so thin that I couldn't see the original outline. What hurt me most was that he looked so fragile with an oxygen mask on his lips.

The fragile seems to disappear in the next moment.

This picture is well hidden by me, and I seldom take it to see it.

Because I'm afraid I can't help looking for Jin Yan.

And now the same, I want to find Jin Yan, can't wait.

But reason awakened me. My heart was empty. I hurriedly took my cell phone and called the doctor.

A beep came from my cell phone. I grabbed the photo and my heart jumped out of my throat.

"Hello."

"Doctor, how's Jin Yan?" I opened my mouth eagerly with expectation on my face.

I hope Jin Yan can be better, even if it's a little better every time.

"Well, it's getting better recently. It's much better than before."

"Really? Then... Can Jin Yan talk?"

I asked carefully, expecting the doctor to say yes.

"No, his physical function is in the recovery period. Talking will affect his recovery, and you are an important person. Talking to him will cause his mood fluctuations and do him no good."

“……”

I am sad. I wish I could wake up early tonight and talk to me, even a word.

"OK, I see. Thank you, doctor." every time I return with hope and disappointment, I become lifeless.

"Don't worry, Jin Yan's disease is already developing to a good place. He will get better without accident."

"Really?!" my disappointment was swept away and I was surprised.

"Well, so don't worry too much about money..."

It will be good, that is, there is hope. No matter how sad I am, it will disappear.

I opened my mouth eagerly, "I will try my best to earn money. Don't worry. Just take good care of Jin Yan!"

"Yes."

"Great! Jin Yan is better!"

This call gave me infinite power. I shouted and jumped up in bed as if I had been reborn.

I jumped out of bed and turned on the ice computer. I can't be decadent. I want to find a job!

I picked up the mouse and something blocked my mobile phone. It was a picture of Jin Yan, which was pinched and wrinkled by me!

"Ah! How come! Su Qing, you fool!" I shouted and smoothed the photo carefully.

But once the photo is wrinkled, no matter how it is smoothed, it will have marks. I feel terrible and secretly blame myself.

Suddenly, I stopped. I wonder if the photo studio can repair the photos?

Anyway, I'll ask first.

I carefully put the photos in a book, took my bag and went out.

I remember there is a photo studio on the left of the intersection of the two streets ahead.

I was in a hurry. I took a taxi and soon came to the photo studio.

This photo studio is not big. It's just a shop. It's very small.

But I don't know if the boss here is skilled. There were two or three people waiting there when I went in.

A young man in his twenties took ID photos, and a woman holding a child turned over the photos in front of the table.

There is another man waiting nearby.

But I didn't see the boss. I came to the woman holding the child and asked, "elder sister, isn't the boss here?"

The woman looked at me, her face was not very good, but her hand pointed behind a wooden counter.

I looked over and thought someone was taking pictures inside.

I wonder, is the boss alone?

She's taking pictures inside. If no one looks outside, she's not afraid of thieves?

Think so, I'd better go inside.

Before I left, I smiled at the woman, "thank you."

Just finished, the giggle came, childish and innocent.

I stopped and turned my head. The baby in the woman's arms was smiling at me. The white and tender face and the cracked corners of my mouth reminded me of angels.

Child, is the purest angel in the world.

I smiled at him and faced him with my tenderest and warmest smile.

Child, I hope you can always be so happy.

I turned and walked in.

When the curtain opened, a woman in her 30s and 40s came out with a camera, and there was a girl sitting inside, with beautiful faces.