Ai Ye leaned against the wall, her head and arms hanging weakly, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I shed a lot of tears today.
After Ai Ye finished crying, he returned to the room. A woman stood outside the window, looking at the man on the hospital bed through the glass and screen.
Her eyes were obsessed and nostalgic.
She is very thin and beautiful, with a kind of morbid softness, which gives people a feeling of desolation and pessimism.
The violet dress on her body reminded Ai Ye that it was her, the woman in Zou Rong's arms.
As for Zou Rong, he was sitting on a wooden chair in the courtyard at the moment, looking at the woman's back with loving and warm eyes.
Aunt Hai sat by the bed and took a nap.
Ai Ye walked straight over. When the woman saw her, her eyes became panicked and she took a big step back.
Ai Ye didn't even look at her, and closed the curtains layer by layer.
The woman's increasingly blurred face turned from nervousness to loneliness. Zou Rong's expression gradually darkened, and Ai Ye's sudden surge of uneasiness poured into her heart.
Aunt Hai woke up.
Ai Ye stood there in distress.
"Ai Ye, she won't hurt Yan Yan."
"She is like a ghost." Ai Ye said with a flat mouth, like a mental patient, which sounded scary.
Aunt Hai said angrily, "It's quieter and not as scary as you said."
Ai Ye thought for a long time, "Aunt Hai, I know that I am overprotective of Yan Yan, which is not good, but I hope that even if he is allowed to come into contact with others, that person must be positive and optimistic and be able to transmit upward power."
Aunt Hai sighed, "She is also a patient. We can't be too hard on others."
"I really don't know what she is doing standing there secretly!" Ai Ye stamped his feet in annoyance.
"My Yanyan is so beautiful that the little girl's heart is very moved."
Ai Ye chuckled.
can you?
Could it be that kind of little girl's thoughts?
Ai Ye's emotions are relatively indifferent and difficult to understand, but not as clear as Aunt Hai's.
If it was really that simple, what she did just now was indeed a bit too much.
Parking lot.
Mugwort leaves lie on the grass, and the lines of the body stretch freely, like meandering water, fresh and graceful.
She covered her eyes with her hands and watched the sunset through her fingers.
Zou Rong walked around and walked towards the Buick.
The sound of the engine starting alarmed Ai Ye. She turned her head and saw Zou Rong standing next to the car, looking at her.
She stood up, patted the grass on her body, took two steps closer and said, "I'm sorry."
Zou Rong held the car door with a hesitant look on his face, "Aren't you tired of always being wary of others?"
"I'm tired, but I have to be careful."
The watery eyes that were directly hit by the sun were a little confused and lost focus, as if they were looking at him, but they seemed not.
She looks like a weak woman, and her aura is comparable to the vast distant mountains in autumn.
Loneliness makes people reluctant to say harsh words.
For the first time, Zou Rong showed a touch of pity for her, "I don't know what you have experienced. It may be cruel and make you lose confidence in the world. But you can't make generalizations in an extreme way. Zou Tang has no feelings for that man."
The child has a good impression and likes to get close to him, just for a look, and it does not pose any danger to him at all. If you feel that her presence threatens his safety, I will consider transferring her to another hospital."
He was angry.
Ai Ye thought.
When Yu Hang was angry, she shamelessly tried to please him.
What about him?
How should she appease his anger?
Ai Ye couldn't think of it, so forget it, lest he get angrier if she described it darker and darker. She nodded, "Okay."