On a summer evening bathed in the setting sun, a gentle breeze drifts through the greenery, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas.
In a small courtyard with pink walls and black tiles, a chubby little girl hunched over a low table, her chubby hands scribbling crayons on the paper. Then, two voices murmured something inaudible from the room. The little girl put down her paintbrush and turned to look...
Zhang Moyan trembled her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.
I dreamed of that girl again.
The plot seems to have advanced a bit this time.
I remember the last time the little girl was drawing in the yard alone, this time, she heard someone talking to her.
But what was said?
have no idea.
This dream was similar to a TV series on a certain fruit channel. It starts with a long recap of the plot, but the updated content is shorter than a rabbit's tail.
Zhang Moyan closed her eyes.
Something like a nimble little fish flashed through her mind and then dived into the vast, bottomless abyss.
Why is it so quiet around here?
She came back to her senses.
Start observing where you are.
White ceiling, white curtains, white monitors.
Hospital?
She tilted her head slightly to the right, and next to her hand... there was a man standing with his back to him.
The standard right-angled shoulders and the clothes vaguely reveal a broad and tight back, which is quite unfamiliar.
She was lying flat on a medical emergency bed, with the man with his back to her half leaning against the bed.
Zhang Moyan's head was a little dizzy, but she quickly remembered what had happened: someone was trying to assassinate Xiao Xingyu, and at the critical moment she "stepped forward" by accident, and then fell.
She had no memory of what happened afterwards. She must have fainted, and the next scene was probably that she was sent to the hospital.
Zhang Moyan raised her left hand to rub the painful, swollen spot on her head, trying to feel for a lump. As if sensing her movement, the figure beside her turned around.
The faint light of the incandescent lamp spread evenly throughout the room behind this person. His face was slightly dimmed by the backlight, but the ups and downs of his outline were more distinct in the mixture of light and shadow, making him look very rich and profound.
It fits the definition of aesthetics very well.
The next moment, Zhang Moyan's pupils trembled and his hand stopped on his forehead.
Xiao Xingyu? !
She stared at the person in front of her, using her beaten brain to sort out the plot again—
She saw injustice and drew her sword to help, fainted after bravely saving someone, and then the person she saved appeared beside the hero... Well, it makes sense, it must be like this.
But why does the air feel so indescribably strange at this moment?
"Thank you, beautiful lady!" In the freeze frame, Xiao Xingyu showed a nice smile, and the atmosphere instantly broke the ice.
Was he thanking her for her brave act?
"You're welcome." Zhang Moyan said.
"Mo Yan!!!" A heavy object weighing over 120 pounds rushed over and pounced on the bed, almost knocking the breath out of her. "You finally woke up! That's great! You scared me to death!"
It’s Jin Xueyang.
Zhang Moyan's ears were a little bit shocked, but seeing Jin Xueyang's genuine joy, she didn't want to push him away.
"Have I been unconscious for a long time?" Zhang Moyan asked.
Jin Xueyang said solemnly, just like Jia Baoyu caring about Lin Daiyu, "You've been unconscious for half an hour!"
She murmured, "So long?"
"You were thrown out when you tried to pull that person, and your head hit the back of a chair. It was pretty hard! It's great that you woke up. I was afraid you would become a vegetable!"
Becoming a vegetative state... shouldn't be that easy.
Zhang Moyan comforted: "Yeah, it's okay."
This didn't reassure Jin Xueyang: "So how do you feel now? Do you feel like vomiting? Does your head hurt? Do you want to call your parents? I didn't inform your parents blindly this time."
Hearing this, Xiao Xingyu glanced at Jin Xueyang.
Zhang Moyan didn't know which question to answer first after such a barrage of questions, so she just said vaguely, "Not bad."
As she was talking, she wanted to get up, but before she could move, Jin Xueyang immediately reached out and held her head steady: "Hey, don't move, you can't move your head, the doctor said you have to lie flat now!"
Zhang Moyan: "It's okay, don't..."
"I'm talking to you two!"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang.
Jin Xueyang and Zhang Moyan both looked at Xiao Xingyu.
He glanced at the two of them with a speechless look, then glanced down and said, "Can you let me go first so you can talk?"
"Oh oh oh oh..." Jin Xueyang showed an epiphany, but Zhang Moyan was confused.
She looked at Jin Xueyang in confusion. Jin Xueyang pushed her arm and urged, "Zhang Moyan, let go of Teacher Xiao!"
open?
What does it mean?
Jin Xueyang winked at her, and she followed his gaze - her heart stopped immediately!
I saw that her right hand was holding the belt on Xiao Xingyu's waist like a welding iron!!!
There was a bang in my head and a detonator exploded.
What is this situation?!
Zhang Moyan stared at her hands. Why was she grabbing a man's belt?!
Could it be that,
The thing she grabbed for support before fainting was actually the belt on Xiao Xingyu's waistband?!
Is that so ridiculous?
Zhang Moyan was shocked!
Her trembling eyes met Xiao Xingyu's in mid-air. The moment their eyes met, it was like the howling wind at a September night in Luntai, with stones as big as bowls in the river, floating all over the ground in the wind.
"Still not letting go," Xiao Xingyu chuckled, "Are you trying to hold on to this forever?"
Oh my god, fate can’t play tricks on people like this!
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