"Morning."
A familiar female voice sounded, just like usual.
After dazed for a while, Xie Shuo combined the voice that had been in his ears all these days with the face in front of him.
It turned out that she looked like this.
Indeed, as she said, Ye Yuannian was really willing to be beautiful and seductive.
Ye Wen stood on the balcony for a while, feeling a little cold, turned around and walked back to the bedroom, saw Xie Shuo sitting motionless on the head of the bed with a dazed expression, and couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xie Shuo came back to his senses, looked at her, and didn't know how to react for a while.
Ye Wen stepped forward and sat down beside him, worrying that he might catch a cold at night, she reached out to touch his forehead.
She just came in from the outside, her fingers felt cool, Xie Shuo raised his eyes, and caught a glimpse of a white wrist bone, like frost and snow.
"It seems a little hot..."
After Ye Wen finished exploring, he realized that his hands might be too cold, so he stretched his hands into the quilt to warm them up.
She was so close that Xie Shuo could see her long and thin eyelashes, slightly curled up, like a small fan, and her delicate and smooth side cheeks, her red lips were lightly pursed, with a beautiful color.
After warming his hands for a while, Ye Wen touched his forehead again, this time, his wrist was grabbed.
Xie Shuo held her slender wrist bones and took her hand off, but he didn't knead it as usual, but just looked at her.
Ye Wen became more and more strange.
He didn't sleep well, and usually woke up earlier than her. Today, for some reason, he fell asleep later than her, and he didn't even wake him up when she got up to wash up.
Now that I woke up, I sat on the head of the bed in a daze.
"Is it a headache? Let me get you some medicine?" Ye Wen asked softly patiently.
As she spoke, she was about to get up, but Xie Shuo grabbed her hand and finally said, "No need."
Hearing his tone as usual, there seemed to be no signs of distress, Ye Wen thought he was in a bad mood when he got up early, looked at him, and said: "If your head doesn't hurt, get up and wash up, and get ready to go downstairs for breakfast."
She withdrew her hand and walked to the cloakroom, ignoring him.
After all, this eldest young master has always been uncertain, and he would be depressed every now and then.
Xie Shuo looked at her slender figure, and suddenly a sentence flashed through his mind——
"If one day your eyes are healed and you can see again, we will divorce and have nothing to do with each other."
As the footsteps went away, Xie Shuo sat quietly for a while before throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed.
As soon as he took a step, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly became blurred again, and the world was spinning. His eyes hurt, and he staggered and supported the bed.
The black shadows and halos were intertwined, as if the water waves were slightly rippling. After a long time, the sight regained clarity, but there was still a little shadow left.
He raised his hand, pinched the center of his brows, and waited until the dizziness subsided a little before continuing to move aside.
After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, Ye Wen had prepared the clothes he was about to wear as usual.
She reached out to help him, and the woman's slender fingers held her arms, as white as jade.
"If you don't go out today, this sweater should be enough." Ye Wen handed the clothes to him and turned to go out.
She herself also changed into her home clothes, with a beige base, looking gentle and clean.
Xie Shuo looked back at her, threw the sweater aside, and untied the tie of the nightgown.
After changing clothes and leaving the house, the outside of the bedroom is in a familiar pattern, but the furnishings are very strange. Compared with before blindness, there are many less fragile items.
In the restaurant, the morning sun slanted in, and there was a vase of flower arrangement on the table, which was as full as a flower and looked delicate and charming under the light and shadow.
Trapped in the dark for too long, suddenly seeing the light of day, everything is pleasing to the eye.
Until he sat down at the dining table and drank half a bowl of porridge, Xie Shuo still felt unreal.
He couldn't help but tilt his head, and glanced at Ye Wen who was sitting next to her. She was holding a small spoon, drinking porridge with her head down, her slender eyelashes drooping slightly, and her face was quiet.
I can really see it.
It's just that the shadows in front of him appear and disappear for a while, making his eyes sour and restless.
"Call Professor Cen later and ask if he is free this afternoon. I want to go there."
Ye Wen suddenly raised his head when he heard this sentence, and was stunned: "Is it in such a hurry?"
She said last night that he would go to Cen Qingyan to see him again, but she expected it to be two days later.
Xie Shuo put down the bowl, propped his forehead with his slender fingers, and let out a faint "hmm".
Seeing that his expression was not right, Ye Wen also put down the bowl, and reached out to support him: "Head hurts again? I'll help you to take the medicine."
Xie Shuo let her help him up the stairs, and after taking the medicine, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
Ye Wen always felt that something was wrong with him today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Taking advantage of his break, he called Cen Qingyan and made an appointment for a follow-up visit in the afternoon.
"It's time to make an appointment. I'll go and clean it up. Would you like to sleep on the bed?"
Xie Shuo opened his eyes, saw her blurred outline, and shook his head.
He doesn't dare to sleep now, he is afraid that if he wakes up, it will be boundless darkness again.
Ye Wen didn't force it, found a blanket to cover him up, and turned to pack his things.
It was a certain distance from Xie's residence to the Institute, so the two had lunch in advance and set off at eleven o'clock.
When we got there, it was half past two in the afternoon.
Same as before, Xie Shuo followed Cen Qingyan into the medical room for examination, while Ye Wen waited outside for the results.
Outside the window, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, and the air is filled with the depression of autumn and winter.
Ye Wen felt cold, rubbed his fingers, and sat aside.
Medical interior.
Cen Qingyan finished the detailed examination for Xie Shuo, with a surprised smile on his face: "Judging from the current situation, he has almost recovered, you should stay here for treatment and observation for a week, and then go back when the situation is completely stabilized. "
Xie Shuo got up from the operating table, and suddenly said, "Professor Cen, please keep my recovery a secret and don't tell anyone."
Cen Qingyan was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled: "Including your wife?"
Xie Shuo emphasized: "Including my wife, especially don't let her know."
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Ye Wen waited outside for a long time, finally heard the sound of the door opening, and rushed to meet it.
"Professor Cen, what's the matter?"
Cen Qingyan looked at her, paused, and still kept the same rhetoric of changing the soup but not the medicine: "His condition has improved a lot recently, stay and observe for a week, and I will try a new treatment plan."
Hearing this, Ye Wen didn't feel too disappointed, after all, after going through the previous few times, he was able to face it calmly, at least the situation was improving instead of deteriorating.
She glanced at Xie Shuo, fearing that he would feel uncomfortable, so she held his hand tightly.
Feeling the strength of his hand, Xie Shuo glanced at her without any trace, without letting her notice.
After getting settled in the ward, Ye Wen sat by the bedside to accompany him like the previous few times.
"Are you sleepy? If not, I'll help you out for a walk?"
It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunlight was still dazzling, Xie Shuo said calmly, "We'll go tomorrow."
Ye Wen thought for a while, touched the phone, and said, "Then let me read you a novel?"
Xie Shuo recalled what she read the previous two times, and he had no interest in it, with a cold expression on his face: "No need."
... No need for this, no need for that, why is he more difficult to serve today than before? Obviously last time he offered to go out for a walk and listen to her reading poetry.
Seeing his silence, Ye Wen was a little helpless, stretched out his hand to cover the back of his pale hand, and squeezed out a smile: "Don't be unhappy, Professor Cen has already said that your condition is slowly improving, maybe you will It won't be long before you recover."
Feeling warm on the back of his hand, Xie Shuo raised his eyes, met the smile on her face and the concern in her eyes, and was slightly taken aback.
In fact, he wasn't unhappy, it was just that he hadn't seen the light for a long time, and he suddenly returned to normal, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
Moreover, he has just regained his sight, and there are still many things he needs to sort out.
Seeing that he was still silent, Ye Wen simply grabbed his hand and leaned closer to him: "Didn't you just promise me to get along well last night, why are you ignoring me today?" She leaned on his shoulder, Poking his chest, his tone was a bit coquettish, "You are like this, but domestic violence."
She was too close, in such an intimate posture, he could touch her forehead as soon as he lowered his chin, the tip of his nose brushed a light fragrance, and her bright red lips were in sight.
Xie Shuo turned his face away, and asked in a low voice, "Can you still find the poetry collection from last time?"
Finally hearing him speak, Ye Wen immediately let go of him happily and stood up: "Yes, I'll get it."
The footsteps went away and returned. She quickly found the poetry collection and sat down by the bed again.
A gentle female voice sounded in the ward, it was pleasant to the ear and full of emotion.
Xie Shuo looked at her while listening to her reading poems, when she raised her eyes suddenly, their eyes almost collided.
Afraid that she would find out, Xie Shuo didn't dare to stare at her anymore, and shifted his gaze to her hand holding the poetry collection.
Her hands are beautiful, with slender fingers, white and pure, neatly trimmed nails, revealing a touch of pink.
—It also feels good in the hand.
Xie Shuo moved his fingers slightly, almost habitually grabbed her hand and kneaded it in his palm.
Ye Wen didn't notice anything strange about him, she lowered her head and read the poem quietly, with a lock of hair hanging down her cheek, as if she was immersed in it.
The setting sun is evening, the setting sun sinks behind the mountains, and the night falls.
In the evening, after Xie Shuo took a shower, he didn't feel much sleepy, and sat leaning against the head of the bed.
Ye Wen came out of the bathroom and saw that he was sitting quietly again, his head ached.
Wasn't it fine yesterday? Why did you suddenly become so depressed today
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Ye Wen sat down beside him, feeling a little cold, so he simply put his feet up and stretched them under the quilt.
Xie Shuo raised his eyelids and turned to look at her. She had just finished taking a shower, and her body carried the fragrance of shower milk. Under the lamp, her skin was so clear and clear that she could almost see the tiny fluff.
She always likes to get very close to talk to him. He couldn't see it before and it didn't have much influence, but now, when he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of her delicate collarbone and the whiteness of her neckline.
"You go to bed first." Xie Shuo quietly said without opening his eyes.
Ye Wen was so worn out by his capricious mood that he leaned sideways on the head of the bed, raised his hand and made a fierce "pinch his nose" movement in front of his eyes, it was just a false movement, and his fingertips did not touch to his face.
After pinching her nose, she couldn't hold back anymore, and touched his slightly curled eyelashes.
Xie Shuo who can see everything: "..."
It turned out that she usually looked like this in front of him.