Shen Qing's other news seemed unstoppable, and immediately came again: "Ruan Ruan, let me ask you, after Xi Mo received my little fan's flower, he was unhappy, did you say something?"
She didn't know that the two had exchanged, and now what Xi Mo received was the bouquet of flowers she was going to give to Ruan Yesheng.
Anyway, Shen Qingbei can't see it, Ruan Yesheng can make fun of it: "I can't tell if I'm happy or not, and I didn't say anything. You know, she has always been like this."
When Shen Qingbuy replied, she looked a little frustrated: "Really? It seems that the flowers I prepared were not enough to surprise everyone, so I couldn't leave a deep impression."
Ruan Yesheng looked at it and thought that it wasn't impressive enough. He almost got a heart attack.
However, Shen Qingbie was only depressed for a moment, and then continued chatting as if he had been beaten with blood. I don't know if she is big-hearted or really stupid.
Chatting and chatting, seeing that Shen Qingbei was about to stop again and couldn't stop the car, Ruan Yesheng reminded politely: "I did a lot of inspections today, I'm a little tired, I'll have a good sleep later. "
Shen Qingbei replied, "Then hurry up and rest now, what are you waiting for? I won't say it, come here first, ah ah."
Ruan Yesheng didn't reply, and put the phone aside, ready to pour water. As a result, the notification tone of the mobile phone rang again, she picked it up and took a look, but Shen Qing did not send it.
Shen Qing didn't feel wronged and said: "I'm all so much, why don't you go to me, are you a close friend?"
Ruan Yesheng: "..."
Ruan Yesheng directed the dance and quickly replied: "I have a strange disease. When I see or hear these three words, my hands start to cramp, and I can't open my mouth, so I can't reply to you. Good friend, you are a thousand Don't blame me."
Shen Qingbie: "…"
Ruan Yesheng put the phone away and went to drink water.
Shen Qing, don't sit in the hotel room, knowing that this is something you won't be able to receive no matter what. But in Shen Qingbei's perception, what was sent out must be taken back, of course, this is called a courtesy exchange, so she decided to change her target and sent a message to Yu An, saying, "Ayu, Mamada. "
Yu An was shopping in the supermarket downstairs of the hotel, and seeing Shen Qing's other news, he replied abruptly: "Go away."
After Yu An replied, she pushed the shopping cart around in the supermarket. After about ten minutes, she found that Shen Qingbu had not sent any more messages to bombard her for so long, which was very abnormal.
The more she thought about it, the more strange it became. What happened to this fool? Could it be that he was crying while hugging the quilt
Because Shen Qingbei was too worry-free, she used to hate that iron is not steel, and she often reprimanded Shen Qingbei. Although Shen Qingbei was big-hearted, sometimes she would feel sad. A soft thing that can be hugged, sitting there crying, and crying out of breath, how pitiful it is.
Yu An was actually very angry at that time, and it could be seen that Shen Qing didn't cry, she also began to reflect on herself, whether she should be so strict with her, so as the years passed, she was more and more worn down by Shen Qing to lose her temper. .
Yu An had no choice. After thinking about it for a while, he still took out his phone and replied to Shen Qingbei, "What?"
Shen Qing responded instantly to other news: "What!"
Yu An: "..."
If next time she takes pity on her again and replies to something, she will commit suicide.
Ruan Yesheng returned to the hospital bed after drinking the water, and found that Xi Mo was looking at the card in her bouquet with a focused expression.
Xi Mo watched for a while and said to her, "Who sent it?"
Ruan Yesheng understood that she was so smart and not easy to be fooled. If she was not careful, it was easy for her to see the flaws, so she started to go around in circles with her: "Of course, he is both my friend and your fan."
"It's not Yan Tinghuan." Although Yan Tinghuan, a friend of Ruan Yesheng, once said in front of Xi Mo that she was a fan, but Xi Mo did not believe that Yan Tinghuan was really her fan , and judging from the style of sending flowers this time, it doesn't match Yan Tinghuan's sassy bag, she decisively denied the possibility of Yan Tinghuan, just said: "Who would that be?"
Ruan Yesheng smiled and said, "Secret."
Xi Mo: "..."
Ruan Yesheng's smile has a little more meaning: "You are allowed to keep it secret, but I am not allowed to keep it secret? If you want to know, just change it with me. You tell me what you kept secret just now, and I will tell you what I kept secret. ."
Xi Mo fell silent, seemingly embarrassed.
Seeing her expression, Ruan Yesheng softened again and said, "I will tell you when the time comes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Xi Mo said.
Ruan Yesheng looked at her and smiled.
Unknowingly, in the evening, Feng Tangtang bought food for the two of them, and prepared clothes and daily necessities. They were always busy. After eight o'clock in the evening, Ruan Yesheng asked Feng Tangtang to go back to rest. After that, the two packed up, washed up, and each lay on the hospital bed.
The lights in the ward were off, and the hallway was lit, shining into the room through the glass of the viewing window on the door of the ward.
Ruan Yesheng couldn't sleep, but he didn't dare to turn over, for fear that the sound of turning over would make a noise to Xi Mo. Xi Mo's side was very quiet, Ruan Yesheng was a distance away from her, and she could see the outline of her quilt.
I heard that night is the time to miss, because it is quiet, people's attention will not be diverted by those tedious trivial matters like the daytime, and the feeling of missing will inevitably start to spread.
It's really strange, she is in the same room with Xi Mo, and she still misses her so much. This emotion is even deeper than before.
Is it because she is getting closer to her, so there is another layer of extravagance
Ruan Yesheng sighed, pulled the quilt, and prepared to sleep.
"What sigh?" Xi Mo asked from the hospital bed next to him.
Ruan Yesheng suddenly shuddered: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Didn't you sleep either?" Xi Mo asked back.
"Of course I didn't sleep." Ruan Yesheng lay on his side and laughed: "After so many years, I finally slept with you again. I sighed a lot, how can I fall asleep?"
"Pay attention to your wording." Xi Mo said seriously.
"Oh." Ruan Yesheng changed his words: "I am ambiguous. I mean sleeping in the same room as you, this is 'together'."
"It's not the same room." Xi Mo corrected her: "It's the same tent."
Ruan Yesheng burst out laughing: "I didn't expect you to remember?"
"Yeah." Xi Mo replied vaguely to her.
It may be because of the mention of this, Ruan Yesheng's mood couldn't help but rise again.
She remembered that when she was in college, the class organized an event, bringing tents to picnic and camping in the countryside. Originally, when she asked Xi Mo if he was going to camp, Xi Mo just replied that she was bored, but the next day, when she and her classmates took the bus to the campsite, they found that Xi Mo had arrived ahead of schedule and took a seat. Waiting in the SUV.
The tents were built by the students themselves, and the number was limited. They could only be accommodated in groups. Ruan Yesheng and two other girls lived in the same tent.
During the day, the students were fishing in the nearby river, barbecuing in the wild, and had a great time. In the evening, because of the limited skills of the students who participated in the tent construction, the ground nails of two tents were not firmly nailed and suddenly collapsed. The tent that Ye Sheng was in was unfortunately in it.
The light is not good at night, and it is not an easy job to set up a tent. Seeing that there is no way to tie it again at this time, I have to let the unlucky classmates who collapsed the tent each find the tent to squeeze.
Xi Mo's tent was set up by two drivers of the off-road vehicle at home, one is the driver and the other is the co-pilot, who can take turns driving on the road. Said to be the driver, in fact, he also assumed the role of bodyguard. He had participated in field training before, and setting up a tent was just a piece of cake for them, so Xi Mo's own tent was the most comfortable and reliable.
"The Age of Rebirth"
Xi Mo's tent is self-contained, unlike other collective rental tents in the class. She wants to sleep in a tent by herself, and no one will say anything. She had left a field lamp outside the tent and was about to sleep when she found a dark shadow reflected on her tent cloth, motionless.
She was startled at the time, picked up the field folding bench in the tent, tore it open in her hand, and carefully pulled down the tent's windproof zipper.
During the bonfire party before, some students in the class deliberately told some legends that would appear during camping by the bonfire in order to create an atmosphere. Among them, there would be some unclean things in the wild, and those things would hide by the tent. While the people in the tent were sleeping, they sneaked in quietly and dragged them away and ate them.
Many girls in the class screamed in fright. Ruan Yesheng sat next to Xi Mo and asked if Xi Mo was afraid, but Xi Mo just sneered.
Now Xi Mo doesn't know what the shadow is outside. She swings the folding bench and sticks her head out of the tent. Looking at it, she finds that Ruan Yesheng is wrapped in a sleeping bag, leaning against the edge of her tent, and curled up.
When Xi Mo saw it, he frowned and asked Ruan Yesheng, "What are you doing hiding here?"
Ruan Yesheng wiped his sleepy eyes: "My tent is down, and there is no place to squeeze it. Your tent here is quite big and it can block the wind. I just leaned here for a while."
"Are you stupid?" Xi Mo said, "This is outside the tent, what can you block?"
"Then I can't help it." Ruan Yesheng said aggrieved: "I don't have a tent to sleep in, and the other tents are crowded."
Xi Mo ignored her and went back to the tent. After sitting inside for a while, she went out again and said to Ruan Yesheng, "Come in and sleep."
Ruan Yesheng hurriedly carried the sleeping bag into Xi Mo's tent, Xi Mo asked her to lie on the left side, and put the folding bench in the middle as a dividing line, and said, "Don't talk, hurry to sleep."
Ruan Yesheng showed a head from the sleeping bag and nodded with a smile.
That night, Ruan Yesheng and Xi Mo slept in the tent for the night. Some youthful memories will not fade, but become clearer with the accumulation of time, because it is often remembered and recollected.
The more Ruan Yesheng thought about it, the more he couldn't help laughing.
"Laughing again." Xi Mo said to her lying on the hospital bed.
"I just like to laugh, but you don't allow me to laugh anymore." Ruan Yesheng said, "I was laughing at you back then."
"Why are you laughing at me?" Xi Mo sneered.
Ruan Yesheng said in a relaxed and pleasant tone: "Do you remember the time when I slept with you in the tent, you said that I slept outside the tent and couldn't stop anything, that I was stupid. In fact, I'm not stupid, I It was deliberately shrinking and pretending to be pitiful, if you think I am pitiful and feel sorry for me, you will take the initiative to invite me in."
Xi Mo: "..."
"Are you angry?" Ruan Yesheng asked her in a low voice.
"No."
"I was wrong." Ruan Yesheng said quickly: "I lied to you, in fact, I didn't pretend to be pitiful, I just felt embarrassed to disturb you, but I really have no other place to sleep, so I have to borrow your tent to sleep outside. Now, I think it's warmer there, I didn't expect you to come out."
"It's windy outside at night, but it's still warm?" Xi Mo frowned.
"I know you're in the tent." Ruan Yesheng said, "I feel warm in my heart. Like a little girl who sells matches, striking a match and seeing a roast goose is a kind of psychological comfort, although she I'm freezing to death."
Xi Mo: "..."
What sells matches! What a roast goose!
You can't use a better metaphor when you talk shit!
"Sleep." Xi Mo turned over.
"Okay, sleep, sleep." Ruan Yesheng snickered to himself, also wrapped in the quilt, and closed his eyes.
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