71 The Wind Bell of Love

Dr. Lin reminded: "The weather is getting colder now, and it is a period of frequent colds and fevers. Don't rely on your health to make trouble. Grandma, I will also give you some medicines to prevent infection."

"Well, thank you Dr. Lin." Shushu turned to Ling Qiao again and said, "You, don't show off, lie down for me, Dr. Lin will do whatever you want."

"Okay, my wife~" Ling Qiao felt that he had become more delicate. He had never had a fever for so many years. Even if he had an occasional cold, he would not take it seriously. He worked overtime and stayed up late as usual. But now, there are people who are in love and care, and he really feels sick.

When it was lightly dawn, Ling Qiao's heat subsided, and Dr. Lin left with peace of mind.

Ling Qiao patted the bed, "Wife, come in and sleep for a while, you've been tired all night."

You are not polite to Shushu. In early winter, the room is not suitable for turning on the air conditioner, so it is cold.

Ling Qiao's fever subsided, but for Shushu, his body was still as hot as a stove. "Husband, your body is so hot, shouldn't you have a fever again?"

"No, it's because you're too cold. Hold me and I'll give you warmth."

"Well" Shushu pursed her lips. Look, her husband loves her so much, that's enough. She believes that he has a sense of ability and can distinguish his current identity and feelings. It's all about the past between him and Tang Youqing. No matter how good he was, he was separated. It can only be said that they have a fate but no matter how good they are. Sometimes, if they don't care too much, they can get more. Well, yes, that's it.

Shu Shu had just closed her eyes and fell asleep when a door ring suddenly came from outside the door. Ling Qiao quickly darkened the response button at the head of the bed.

Shu Shu frowned, shrank toward him, and found a more comfortable position to fall asleep.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up. She had been tired all night and must have been sleepy.

Ling Qiao gently picked up her hand that was placed on his waist, lowered her head and kissed her forehead, baby, go to bed well.

When we opened the door, Hu Xin and Tang Youqing stood at the door. Today, the cooling down and the cold air went south. It was quite cold early that morning, and both of us were so cold that we couldn't do it.

Hu Xin pulled Tang Youqing into the room, looked inside, and said, "Ling Qiao, don't you have a fever? Why did you get down and open the door? What about Shushu?"

"Mom, please speak softly. She kept me all night before she fell asleep."

Hu Xin felt unhappy. Her son is now starting to look at his wife and stop at his mother. "Ling Qiao, look at how haggard you are? I saw you still lively yesterday. Why do you say you have a fever?"

At this time, Ling Qiao had a fine stubble on her chin. As soon as she got up, her hair was a little messy, and the heat had just subsided. She had a clear nasal sound when she spoke, and her voice was a little hoarse, and she looked quite haggard.

"Mom, I'm fine"

Tang Youqing was only wearing a thin piece of clothes. She got up early in the morning and went to Ling's house to have morning tea with Grandma Ling. When she heard that Ling Qiao had a fever, she came with Hu Xin to take a look.

Chunshu Villa, Ling Qiao still lives here. When he first came in, the scenery and things in the courtyard were so familiar, and the decorations in the house were the same as before, without any change.

As she looked at it, she felt indescribable excitement. The orchid was planted by her own hands, and the gardenia tree was planted by her and Ling Qiao. At that time, it was still a small sapling, but it grew lush in three years. The curtains in this house were still the colors she chose. Even the bottles for flower arrangements were bought. She had originally admired the crystal clearness of this glass vase, but now she looked at it very beautiful.

"Yuqing, your leg is injured, why are you here?"

Tang Youqing smiled slightly, look, Ling Qiao still cared about her very much, "I can't rest assured when I heard that you had a fever in the middle of the night."

Hu Xin also came up to talk, "Yes, Youqing had a tea with her grandma in the morning. Dr. Lin told me that you had a fever in the middle of the night, and her grandma became anxious and shouted to see you. The old man had a legs and feet inconvenient. Fortunately, Youqing persuaded her. She had legs and legs inconvenient, but she still insisted on coming to see you."

What a great couple. She watched Tang Youqing grow up. She has been well-behaved and sensible since she was a child. Where can she find such a daughter-in-law? She really hopes that the two of them will get back together. As long as the relationship is still there, there is nothing impossible. Now that there are more people who divorce, marry Youqing back. That is a matter of face-saving. Who dares to gossip at that time?!

Of course, Ling Qiao knew what the mother was making in her stomach. He discovered it during dinner last night.

"Mom, since you see me, then go back. It's inconvenient to have a bright leg. The weather forecast says it will rain later." Ling Qiao rushed the people tactfully. He admitted that he still had feelings for Tang Youqing, but he also knew that this relationship can only be buried deep in his heart. He is married, he has a wife, he loves Shushu, and he cannot be half-hearted. He can clearly distinguish this.

Hu Xin said: "We are coming from all over the world and drive us away so quickly?"

"Auntie, Ling Qiao doesn't mean that. He is worried that it will rain for a while and I will not be able to walk." Look, how sensible and how much I think about others, she will never make Ling Qiao embarrassed, even in front of his mother.

"It rains when it rains. Anyway, there are cars and drivers. I'm not afraid of Ling Qiao. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Mom makes it for you. If you are in poor health, you must have breakfast." As he said that, Hu Xin turned around and went to the kitchen.

Tang Youqing sat quietly. Ling Qiao didn't say anything, so she found the topic and said, "Have you finished drinking the red wine in the wine cabinet?" She pointed to the empty wine cabinet. At that time, it was full of famous wines from all over the country. When the two of them were interested, they would drink a drink, take a few sips, then hugged and kissed, and poured it directly on the soft sofa.

Ling Qiao said shadyly: "Well, I've finished drinking." In those depressing days after she left, she had to numb herself with alcohol, and when she got drunk, she fell directly on the sofa to sleep. In winter, she forgot to turn on the air conditioner and often woke up in the middle of the night. "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Tang Youqing nodded and smiled, "This is my home, my roots are here, I want to come back."

"Have your dream come true?"

Tang Youqing's nose felt sore, and she blinked her eyes to make the soreness pass. She patted her knees and said slowly: "It almost happened, if it weren't for this leg injury."

"How did you hurt?"

"Haha, I rotated on the stage, made a mistake in landing, and broke." She smiled lightly, her bright eyes filled with tears, but she didn't let them shed.

Ling Qiao heard it hurts. She has been playing ballet since she was a child and has not stopped for a day. He knows all her hard work and persistence, so when she decided to go to the United States, he didn't stop her. He just silently blamed her in his heart for why she abandoned him. She said so heartlessly, "Joe, life is not what I want now. I want to pursue my dreams. I don't know when I will come back. You forget me."

He could wait, no matter how long he would be willing to wait for her to come back, but she didn't say a word, but instead made him forget her.

He was also a man with a strong sense of self-esteem. She said so ruthlessly that she would ask him to ask her?! At that time, he was also young and energetic. She left as soon as she wanted to leave. He could still live a leisurely life after leaving.

Now she is back, with injuries, but he is married.

Ling Qiao didn't know what to say, but just greeted like an ordinary friend: "What do you say? Can it be cured?"

"Well, it's much better now. I can walk slowly. I can't step on it some time ago. If I can't move on for a while, it's okay for some rehabilitation, but ballet must not be jumped anymore." Her smiling eyes were covered with a layer of sorrow, "The doctor asked me to walk more and be good to the bones."

"Oh, you need my help if you have anything to do, just speak up."

"Haha, thank you, I must have many things to bother you, as it used to be."

Ling Qiao smiled slightly, not knowing how to continue this topic.

Tang Youqing turned around and looked around, as if she couldn't finish it. "There has not changed at all. I just said that the environment here is good, and I will definitely not regret it if I buy it. Seeing that you are still living now, it means that I have a good vision." Her eyes were frozen on a string of wind chimes at the window, "Ah, it's still there." She got up and walked over, her left foot could not use all her strength, and her body was bent.

Ling Qiao followed behind, fearing that she would fall accidentally, so she opened her hands slightly to protect her.

The wind chime is made of crystal. When the wind blows, the sound sounds very crisp and pleasant. She likes it when she heard it, saying that if it was hung on the window, people would become happy every day when they listened to the sound of the wind chime.

However, the window is now closed, and the wind chimes will not ring without the wind.

Tang Youqing was looking forward to it and longed to it. She walked to the window and opened it. The cold wind blew in. The wind chime made a crisp sound. The wind was very strong, and the sound of the wind chime was a little rapid. The wind blew her long hair. She leaned against the windowsill, and the ends of her hair fluttered at the elbow. She was not afraid of the cold at all. She looked up at the wind chime, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

This scene is so beautiful that it makes people unable to remove their eyes.

Ling Qiao looked at her intently. She was still the woman buried deep in his heart. He had never forgotten his water-like eyes. Why did he come back now? Why did you come back now? How could you come back when I got married?!

Tang Youqing looked at Ling Qiao's eyes, and from his loving eyes, she saw the longing, which was his longing for her.

"Joe" she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms. Behind her was the cold wind, and in her arms was the warm him.

Ling Qiao closed her eyes tightly and let her hold them. He was also greedy for such an embrace, but he knew his identity and how could a married man have this embrace again?

"Joe, hug me, hug me" she begged. From the moment she fell on the stage, she knew that her dream had been completely broken and that she could no longer have ballet, but she could still find her happiness.

On the second floor, his petite body was nailed to the wooden board like a wooden man, and he looked at the scene beside the windowsill downstairs with trembling eyes.
Chapter completed!