In the summer dusk soaked by the setting sun, the light breeze blows through the green shade and the cicadas chirp.
In the courtyard of the small courtyard with white walls and black tiles, a chubby little girl was leaning on a low table, holding a crayon in her chubby little hands and scribbling on the paper. At this time, two human words came from the room, "Gurgling"
After mumbling and not knowing what to say, the little girl put down her brush and turned to look...
Zhang Moyan trembled her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.
I dreamed about that girl again.
The plot seems to have advanced a bit this time.
I remember last time the little girl was painting alone in the yard. This time, she heard someone talking to her.
But what was said?
Don't know.
This dream is similar to a TV series on a certain fruit channel. I will first show a long review of the previous relationship, and when it comes to the updated content, it is shorter than a rabbit’s tail.
Zhang Moyan closed his eyes.
Something like a small fish with a lively tail flashed through her mind, and then dived into the vast bottomless abyss.
Why is it so quiet around here?
She came to her senses.
Start observing where you are.
White ceiling, white curtains, white monitor.
Hospital?
She tilted her head slightly to the right, and next to her... there was a man standing on his back.
Standard right-angled shoulders, and the clothes vaguely reveal a broad and tight back, which is quite unfamiliar.
She was lying flat on a medical emergency bed, and the man with his back to her was half leaning on the bed.
Zhang Moyan's head was a little dazed, but she quickly remembered what happened: someone was going to assassinate Xiao Xingyu, and when there was no chance, she "stepped forward" by mistake, and then fell.
She has no memory of what happened after that. She must have fainted. The next scene is probably that she was sent to the hospital.
Zhang Moyan raised her left hand to rub the painful and swollen area on her head, trying to feel for any lumps. As if she was aware of her movement, the figure on her side turned around.
The thin light of the incandescent lamp spreads evenly throughout the room behind this person. His face is a little dim due to the backlight, but the undulating outline is more distinct under the mixture of light and shadow, making it very dense and profound.
It fits the definition of aesthetics very well.
The next moment, Zhang Moyan's eyes trembled, and his hand stopped on his forehead.
Xiao Xingyu?!
She looked at the person in front of her steadily, and used her brain that had been thrown over to sort out the plot again——
When she saw an injustice, she drew her sword to help, bravely rescued people and then fainted, and then the rescued person appeared next to the hero... Well, it makes sense, it must be like this.
But why is the air a little strange at this moment?
"Thank you, beautiful lady!" During the freeze frame, Xiao Xingyu showed a nice smile, and the atmosphere instantly broke the ice.
Is he thanking her for her heroic deed?
"You're welcome." Zhang Moyan said.
"Mo Yan!!!" A heavy object weighing about 120 kilograms rushed over and threw her on the bed, almost crushing her. "You finally woke up! It's great, great! You took me all the way.
Scared to death!"
It’s Jin Xueyang.
Zhang Moyan's ears were a bit fried, but seeing Jin Xueyang's face full of joy, it was hard to push him away.
"Have I been unconscious for a long time?" Zhang Moyan asked.
Jin Xueyang said with a solemn expression just like Jia Baoyu cared about Sister Lin: "You have been unconscious for half an hour!"
She whispered: "So long?"
"You went to pull the man and he was thrown out. Your head hit the back corner of a chair. It was quite hard! It's great to wake up. I was afraid that you would become a vegetative state!"
It shouldn't be that easy to become a vegetative state.
Zhang Moyan comforted: "Well, it's okay."
These words did not make Jin Xueyang feel relieved: "So how do you feel now? Do you want to vomit? Do you have a headache? Do you want to call your parents and tell them? I didn't notify your parents blindly this time."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xingyu glanced at Jin Xueyang.
With such a barrage of questions, Zhang Moyan didn't know which to answer first, so he said in a general way: "It's okay."
As she was about to get up, Jin Xueyang moved his hand and stabilized her head: "Oh, don't move your head. The doctor said you have to lie down now!"
Zhang Moyan: "It's okay, don't..."
"I said two!"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang.
Jin Xueyang and Zhang Moyan both looked at Xiao Xingyu.
He glanced at the two of them with speechless eyes, then glanced down and said, "Can you let me go first and then we can talk?"
"Oh oh oh..." Jin Xueyang had an epiphany on his face, while Zhang Moyan didn't understand.
She looked at Jin Xueyang in confusion, and Jin Xueyang pushed her arm and urged: "Zhang Moyan, please let go of Teacher Xiao!"
Let go?
What do you mean?
Jin Xueyang winked at her, and she followed his gaze - and her heart suddenly stopped!
I saw that her right hand was grasping the belt on the waist of Xiao Xingyu's trousers like a welding iron!!!
There was a bang in my head, and a detonator went off.
What is this situation?!
Zhang Moyan stared at her hands, why was she holding on to a man's belt?!
Could it be that,
The thing she grabbed for support before she passed out was actually the belt on Xiao Xingyu's waist?!
Is it so ridiculous?
Zhang Moyan was shocked!
Her trembling eyes met Xiao Xingyu in mid-air. The moment their eyes met, it was really the wind roaring on a September night in Luntai. A river of gravel was as big as a bucket, and the stones were scattered all over the ground in the wind.
"You still won't let go," Xiao Xingyu snorted, "Are you going to catch him forever?"
God, God doesn’t bring this to people, okay?
Zhang Moyan was frightened, but it didn't show much on the surface. Shen Qi Kung Fu was like a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
"Sorry."
Even the sound is as stable as a rock.
She sincerely thanked Jin Xueyang for the aloof persona he had assigned to her over the years. Practice makes perfect, and that’s how she now feels calm about honor and disgrace.
Reason was roaring in her mind. She opened her stiff fingers and thought: From the moment she fell, she had been holding on to her belt. After that, she was taken away from the venue and came to the hospital.
In full view of everyone, she was holding on to someone else’s belt...
What kind of lively scene is that of people walking along the street and watching each other?
Zhang Moyan really doesn’t know how to write the word “embarrassing”.
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She doesn’t want to face the world anymore.
Why doesn't she pass out now?
Please let thunder fall from the sky, hit her directly and be done with it.
For the first time in her life, Zhang Moyan was at a loss for words. She didn't know what else to say except sorry.
Xiao Xingyu looked at her briefly for a while, smiled inexplicably, stood up, moved his shoulder blades, and said to the front: "Okay, I'll leave it to you!"
After hearing this, Zhang Moyan noticed that there was another person in the room.
On a row of sofas against the wall in the room, a man in a white coat with long legs crossed and an air-conditioning expression on his face was sitting on his hands.
The man in a white coat is about the same age as Xiao Xingyu, with a two-dimensional face like a chisel, picturesque eyebrows, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of his nose. He is more delicate than a woman.
But at this time, from the tips of his black leather shoes to the strands of his hair, he was so cold that he felt like he was covered in ice for thousands of miles, with snow drifting thousands of miles away. He didn't have any warmth and love from a woman. He felt that anyone who came close to him would be frozen to death in the next second.<
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Xiao Xingyu talked to him, but he seemed not to hear him, and he didn't even change his posture.
"Hey, what's going on, Dean Geng?" Xiao Xingyu walked over, Da Ma Jin Dao sat next to him, and put his hand on his shoulder without thinking.
Geng Jun turned to Xiao Xingyu with a handsome face, his narrow and beautiful eyes behind the lenses were cold and bone-chilling: "Tell me, you were stabbed."
"Yes," Xiao Xingyu said without any guilt, "It was just an attempt. Isn't there a good girl who risked her own life to do good things?"
Geng Jun adjusted his breath: "Why don't you speak clearly?"
Xiao Xingyu: "I'm afraid you won't be there!"
Geng Jun: "Can't you dial the number 120?"
Xiao Xingyu: "Can't believe it."
Geng Jun's expression changed: "Xiao Xingyu, are you kidding me?"
Xiao Xingyu squeezed his shoulders without fear of death: "If I leave you here, wouldn't I just come and see you?"
Geng Jun's thin lips pursed tightly under the bridge of his nose, and the cold air erupted all over his body. He was as sacred and inviolable as when Erlang Shen saw his troubled nephew at Nantianmen.
Also because of his reference, Xiao Xingyu's high-ranking, flamboyant and wanton temperament is more intuitively displayed.
The tyrannical evil king has a sweetheart in his palm, Zhang Moyan thought.
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