1522. Chapter 1522 I am not a passerby you can forget when you turn around
Yan Fengchi: "I fell asleep in the middle of the night, why are you yelling?"
Huahua: "I'm bored, lonely, and lonely. Fourth brother, please give me a hug and comfort my glassy heart..."
Yan Fengchi: "I have a wife in my arms, so I don't have time to hold you!"
Huahua: "Forgetting the truth!"
Yan Fengchi: "Let's talk about forgetting friends. Next month, your sister-in-law and I will have a wedding. The wedding dress must be stunning. It all depends on you."
Huahua: "Fourth brother, you can wait until you get married."
Yan Fengchi: "Why? I can't wait."
Huahua: "If you also get married, do you want me to cry and faint in the bathroom at night? Please stay with me more and don't let me be alone."
Yan Fengchi: "If you don't want to be alone, find a companion quickly, and remember not to forget my wife's wedding dress."
Huahua hummed: "I've made the wedding dress a long time ago and it's hanging at home. You can find it yourself."
Yan Fengchi: "Do you dare to be so perfunctory?"
Huahua: "It's been done a long time ago, so that you don't get crazy. You get married when you say you're going to get married, and you get a wedding dress when you say you want a wedding dress. I'm caught off guard every time. I made it according to Luo Xi's figure. It's absolutely not the case.
Perfunctory."
He found it boring, logged out of WeChat, and lay alone watching the night view. Anyway, the people in the room were chatting and joking, but he had no interest in participating. Such a harmonious atmosphere reminded him of his brothers, and he felt more and more like "I was born in a foreign land."
The feeling of "being a stranger".
Maybe every city has irreplaceable charm in different people's hearts. At this moment, he only misses his Vancouver, where he has all his joys, sorrows, sorrows, the warmth of family, the bitterness of secret love, and the nourishment of friendship.
Deep in a foreign land, a certain sensitive nerve was triggered, and those familiar memories rushed to my face. At this time, there was only one feeling left in my heart: homesickness!
Lingyin dismissed the people in the room and walked to the balcony. Huahua was looking at the dimly lit night view of Barcelona. His beautiful eyes were a little absent-minded, as if he was looking at the night view or looking at something else through the night view.
His body was lying lazily on his side, covered with a thin air-conditioned quilt, and his face showed a kind of vague sexy charm, but it was also tinged with a bit of depression, giving people the illusion of being unable to grasp it.
"What are you thinking about?"
Huahua slowly raised her eyes, lazily walking along, not wanting to talk to anyone.
Lingyin returned to the house, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Huahua's hand. However, in front of him, Huahua casually poured the wine in her hand down the balcony, pouring it as she went.
Question: "Do you think it will hurt anyone?"
Lingyin leaned against the railing, taking in his every move and look.
I was about to say that no one is so unlucky, but a lion's roar came from below: "Damn it, can I be a little worse? Who will pour water on my head?"
That person is not Yan Feng who is leaving the hospital!
Nightingale took two steps back and said with a malicious smile: "I told you before that you shouldn't go out today, but you don't believe it!"
"Sister, do you think I'm suitable to go out tomorrow?" Yan Feng was about to cry but had no tears.
Huahua laughed so hard that she laughed and laughed. She suddenly calmed down and felt extremely bored. She put the wine glass aside, returned to her previous depressed and lazy look, and asked: "Brother Ling, when will you be discharged from the hospital?"
"Are you homesick?" Lingyin guessed from his expression.
Huahua nodded honestly: "A little bit."
But he said: "But I can't go back. Here, I can still breathe fresh air. If I go back, I'm afraid that I will become a negative maniac again."