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Chapter 440

Not long after, I received a text message from Lin Yi. There were three Chinese characters on it and a phone number. I immediately knew that his friend was named Wu Yaru. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that she had asked Lin Yi to forward it to me.

The painting she copied, the one called "Morning Song", and the poem of hers that Lin Yi recited——

A stroke of cinnabar is the first thing that dyes my lips red. It is always your face. A heavy ink sweeps across my hair. The first thing that dyes black is always a drop of water from your hand. It is the first thing that makes my eyes moist.

It is always your eyes that are the last to draw a red hook and a streamer to be wrapped around. It is always your heart that is the first to wrap around. On the thin rice paper, I will draw a picture of you. In my world, there is only you.

For you, I want to paint a picture that has never been written. You have already appeared on the paper. For you, I want to play a harp, a song that has never been plucked. The music has already become yours. I want to write a poem, a poem that has not been conceived but has been completed. You are the bird showing off on the branch under my paintbrush.

When we meet in this life, the songs are melodious and affectionate. You are the beating notes under my piano, expressing the promises made in our previous life. The beautiful sound of the piano, you are the passionate poems in my heart, telling the next life, our love, every word is you and me.

I liked the artistic conception of this poem very much at that time, and I am a medical student. After special training in memory, it is difficult to forget something as long as I deliberately remember it. Now, I can't help but read this poem softly.

came out. I still remember that Lin Yi said she was a beauty. I couldn't help but be fascinated by her.

I read the text message on my phone again, and I deleted it immediately. This number will be the same as her poem, and I will never forget it. I have no other purpose or meaning, I just want to remember a beautiful feeling forever.

Who said that you don’t have to look at the hen that gave birth to a delicious egg? You know, the more this happens, the more curious and fascinated we become.

I started calling this number.

The call went through, but was cut off. I was stunned. I immediately realized that the other party might be busy or felt that my number was unfamiliar. So I immediately sent a text message: I am Lin Yi’s friend.

My name is Feng Xiao. I want to tell you something.

However, I waited for about twenty minutes and she didn’t call me or reply. So I thought: She must have something to do. No, there is another possibility. She is waiting for me to call again. Because I once heard

Lin Yi once said about her: She is a very aloof woman.

So, I hesitated: Should I make this call or not?

Let's fight. It doesn't matter if she gets angry. I can just push the matter away. But I'm still a little strange: Why doesn't Lin Yi go and discuss this matter with her himself? You know, it would be most appropriate for him to go.

And I think the reason he just gave seems a bit illogical.

Could it be that he didn't dare to see her? What had happened between him and her? Thinking of this, I seemed to understand. Yes, that could only be it. Maybe he wanted to use me to take this opportunity to help him intercede. It's hard to say.

Woolen cloth?

To be honest, I have always been very grateful to Lin Yi in my heart. Putting aside the relationship with Chen Yuan, Lin Yi's help to me alone is worthy of my gratitude to him in my heart. He did it to me.

The utmost benevolence and justice. So, when I thought about that possibility, I immediately made up my mind: I must help Lin Yi.

I started to dial her number and got through, but I didn't hear the other party speak. I knew she was waiting for me to speak first on the other side of the phone, so I hurriedly said: "Hello, I am Lin Yi's friend, my name is Feng Xiao.

Doctor from the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangnan Medical University. Are you free tomorrow? I want to trouble you with something."

"He asked you to find me?" She finally spoke, and I found that her voice was very nice, it was standard Mandarin, and the tone was soft, which made me feel very comfortable.

"Yes. He told me your number." I said.

"Others are looking for you to be doctors, what do you want from me?" she asked, her voice was still nice, but now I felt the coldness in her tone.

I was at a loss for words, and then I started to stutter, "I, I want to talk to you face to face. Is that okay? Please, please give me some time, okay?"

"Sorry, I'm busy." She said and hung up the phone.

I held the phone and was stunned.

After a while, I discovered my problem: I was too nervous and obsessed with her, so I was so cautious for fear of offending her. Sometimes it is like this, the more I care about something, the more difficult it becomes to handle it well.

But now that things have reached this point, the only way is to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to find her tomorrow.

Now I have learned something: if some things cannot be solved for the time being, just let them go and don’t think about them. So, now I start to think about returning to my hometown. First of all, I feel that it is not appropriate to call my father now, because some things cannot be said on the phone.

I don’t know. Secondly, I was thinking about how to convince the father. There is another important thing. If I really take the child back, who will hold the child on the road? I have to drive.

Of course the nanny is the best choice, but she cannot do anything at home. Yu Min... thinking of her, I hesitated.

By the way, there is another way to transfer Lin Yi's driver, Xiao Li. But I don't think it's appropriate to bother Lin Yi with such a trivial matter.

Forget it, it's not a big thing. Go to sleep. I started to feel tired, and at the same time I started to feel dissatisfied with myself: Are such small things worth worrying about? Are you only able to worry about such small things? You can't be like Lin

Does Yi only think about big things?

Then he smiled bitterly: I think it's not easy to do that. Because we all live in small things, eating, drinking and having diarrhea is our normal state. It's not easy to forget these things and only think about big things.

.So, I think people who do great things are not ordinary people. Mao Zedong never put money in his body, led millions of troops but never touched a gun. This is not something that anyone can do.

Just thinking about it like this, I fell asleep without even realizing it.

I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the computer table in the study. I was thinking: am I really tired, or is my subconscious not wanting to go to my bedroom to sleep? Could it be that I have already started

Tired of Chen Yuan's current state?

No, it shouldn't be like this. I dare not admit that I have such a subconscious mind.

I went to the bedroom, took off my shoes, pulled up the quilt, put on my clothes, and fell asleep. In my dream, I felt like someone was staring at me. It was a pair of eyes. I couldn't see the faces of these eyes clearly. I only felt that there was someone staring at me.

A pair of eyes stared at me at close range, and I suddenly felt scared, because I felt that the eyes of these eyes were cold, as if they were the cold eyes of ghosts in legends. I was scared and wanted to get up and run away, but I found that my body

I couldn't move at all. So I became more and more frightened. Suddenly I remembered that I had heard someone say that if you encounter such a situation where the ghost is on the bed, you should immediately think about your favorite things. For example, a woman should think about a handsome male star that she likes.

A man thinks about the first love he never got. Then a person immediately appeared in my mind, Zhuang Qing. In my mind was her beautiful calves. I was suddenly excited. The eyes that stared at me slowly went away.

.The moment they left, I suddenly felt that they seemed very familiar... whose eyes were they like?

Chen Yuan! I suddenly thought of it. Zhuang Qing's calf disappeared immediately, but I suddenly entered the darkness.

When I woke up the next morning, I still clearly remembered the dream I had at night, and I was filled with doubts. I hurriedly got out of bed to see her on the hospital bed. But she remained the same.

I am a doctor, and of course I know what the so-called "ghost on the bed" is: this is actually a kind of sleep paralysis. It often occurs when you have just fallen asleep or are about to wake up. At this time, you just fall into a deep sleep and begin to enter.

Dreaming sleep cycle. All parts of the body are in a state of extremely low tension, and people's consciousness may feel like this due to excessive excitement. Although the cause of sleep paralysis is not very clear at present, it should be related to the excessive physical activity.

Fatigue, severe lack of sleep, etc. were related. Last night I fell asleep in the study and caught a cold, so I had some nasal congestion, which caused me to fail to enter a deep sleep.

This is easy to explain, but I can't explain why I made such a strange judgment in the end that those eyes were Chen Yuan's. I thought: maybe I hope Chen Yuan can wake up too much? Or maybe it's because I'm thinking

Zhuang Qing's calf caused extreme self-blame?

First I went to the department, and I told the head nurse about my plans to return to my hometown, and then I wrote a note and sent it to Dean Zhang. He didn’t say anything because there were other people in his office, but he immediately signed my note.

Then I went to the gynecology clinic and asked the head nurse to cancel my clinic time for this month. (To be continued)


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