"Okay," Zhou Shengchen nodded, his body was slightly stiff from standing all night, "I will be back soon."
Xiaoren's eyes flickered, and he could understand.
What made him want to say, but didn't dare to speak? He went downstairs, thinking about Xiaoren’s strange behavior. On the first floor, there were two girls cleaning the room. From his pants pocket, he took out the dark blue checkered handkerchief, gently pressed his mouth and nose, avoiding the possibility of raising it. Of smoke and dust.
Avoiding and not talking... Avoiding and not talking in front of mother...
He paused slightly, thinking of the time.
At the moment when she thought of her, she speeded up and walked out of the courtyard along the bluestone road.
Because of Wen Xing's illness, the entire yard is in an absolutely isolated space. Anyone who wants to enter must be sent by Zhou Shengchen's mother before they can be put in. He forgot about this, and he was too concerned about Wenxing and forgot about this question.
Sure enough, he walked out of the yard and saw Uncle Lin's confidant, not far away, looking at him very anxiously but hopelessly.
He walked over, and those who held it were forced to give way.
"What's wrong with Shiyi?" Zhou Shengchen grabbed the man's arm and clasped his five fingers.
"Miss Shi Yi is rescuing."
"rescue?"
The man immediately explained: "Last night, in the middle of the night..."
Zhou Shengchen couldn't tolerate him to say anything, so he pushed him away and walked away quickly. This house has 68 large and small courtyards and 1118 houses. It is very crowded and mixed. He is always calm and always on the sidelines. The relationship between these people can be separated directly. For the sake of benefit, they cannot be separated without feelings.
Purpose, benefit, and humanity.
He is conceited to be able to cope with these.
There is only time, there is only one time, he can't see through and can't solve it.
Can't calm down, can't watch.
He wanted to think about what went wrong. He was in the final stage of the chess game, but he still couldn't protect her. But there is no ability to think at all. There is also fear, a sense of fear that has never been tasted, tightly wound, binding his hands and feet.
He went up the stairs, only to hear the conversation of the rescuers on the second floor, so he didn't dare to go up again.
I dare not take a single step.
He believes in natural science and is not afraid of death.
But he was afraid that she would die.
The fear of leaving, cruelly corroded nerves and blood.
Suddenly, Zhou Shengchen clenched his fists fiercely and slammed into the handrail of the stairs. Excessive strength caused the entire stairs to vibrate. All the people present were startled. The little girl who was walking down the second floor was also frightened and looked at him startledly:
"Master..."
Slowly, she stopped dreaming.
Time to wake up, almost, time to wake up, right
She tried to wake up from the nightmare again, her eyes swollen, she stubbornly opened, and saw a ray of light. It is not too glaring, it seems to be blocked by a layer of fabric, leaving only a comfortable light. The color of this fabric is similar to the curtains in Shanghai home... It seems to be exactly the same...
at home? Really in Shanghai
She suspected for a moment, she hadn't struggled out yet, just entered another nightmare.
Until she really saw his face and eyebrows clearly, she barely raised the corners of her mouth, but she didn't have the energy to speak.
"Acute appendicitis," he said softly, "I'm afraid that the doctor at home will not take it well, so I will take you back to Shanghai."
Acute appendicitis
It's really painful to death. She didn't want to recall that kind of pain anymore, and only admired those who had experienced this kind of problem.
But to return to Shanghai for acute appendicitis, is it too fuss
She closed her eyes and pursed her mouth lightly, her lips were a little dry, um...
I don't know why, it may be that the body is too weak, she is inexplicably sad and scared.
Afraid to leave him.
Time is right, you are getting more and more squeamish.
She secretly despised herself, but she was still seduced by something, and whispered to him: "Zhou Shengchen?"
"Yeah." He leaned over and got closer, so that she could speak with less effort.
The eyebrows are so clean.
Shi Yi looked at him carefully: "I tell you a... secret."
"Let's talk." His voice was slightly lower and calm.
"After I died in my last life," she said softly, with a slight pause for a few seconds, "I haven't drunk Mengpo soup."
I don't know whether he can understand what Meng Po Tang is.
He smiled slightly: "In the underworld?"
She laughed, he is so nice, and he knows to cooperate with himself: "Yes."
He hummed: "So, did that old lady let you go?"
Shi Yi frowned slightly, she was reminiscing, but she couldn't remember: "Yes, maybe because... I haven't done anything bad."
He couldn't help but laugh: "Then I must have done bad things, so I was forced to drink?"
"No," she was serious for a moment, and soon relaxed, for fear of making him feel strange, "you are fine."
"I'm very good?"