Affectionate trapping

Chapter 122 The Story of Sheng Eucalyptus

Zhou Weilin looked in good condition, wearing a baggy down jacket, with delicate makeup, and holding a well-behaved man on her arm.

As she approached, she first glanced at Shen Yuli, and then she turned to Wen Xi, "What a coincidence."

Wen Xi looked behind her and smiled: "Boyfriend?"

She pursed her lips and chuckled: "yes, we have been together for a month, and he treats me very well."

Zhou Weilin's desire to confide is still so strong: "I resigned and found another company. I met him there. He helped me a lot. I also met new friends. They are very enthusiastic. You recommended me before. I have read the book, it is very useful, I think my life will get better in the future.”

She raised her eyebrows together, leaned closer and whispered: "But my mother is not very satisfied with him, maybe because none of the last one is rich, I really can't stand her."

Wen Xi said with a smile: "Life can't be perfect everywhere, it's already very good, isn't it?"

"Well, I'm already very satisfied." She glanced at Shen Yuli who was idly looking at the ground again, and said in Wen Xi's ear, "Your boyfriend is so handsome, I'm leaving, otherwise I won't be able to help being jealous of you."

Wen Xi's eyebrows and voice are gentle: "I hope you will get better and better."

"Thank you!"

Wen Xi looked at the back of Zhou Weilin and the man leaving, and smiled gratifiedly.

Shen Yuli looked down at her, thoughtfully: "Will any consultant develop feelings for you?"

"Ok?"

"They always come to you when they are in a bad mood or need help. You are so gentle, is it true that others will not be tempted?"

"That's a woman."

"I know, isn't there a man?"

Wen Xi paused, and honestly replied: "Yes."

Shen Yuli snorted lightly, "I knew it."

"Our profession cannot be emotionally involved with counselors."

"But it can't stop them liking you."

"They are them, what does it have to do with me?"

Shen Yuli didn't speak, he was just stingy, so stingy that he wanted to have all her tenderness, and all her good things were only for him.

Wen Xi shook his hand: "Okay."

She paused for a while, and hooked her lips: "I'm so good, is there anything strange about liking me?"

"..." Shen Yuli looked down at her, stretched out his fingers and clasped them forcefully, and said word by word, "Mine."

She beamed: "Well, yours."
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In the afternoon, Wen Xi went to the inpatient department and knocked on the door of the ward.

When he entered, Du Yansheng was sitting by the window in a daze. The outside was vast, and the tree trunk was frozen dry and fragile, as if any gust of wind could break it.

Wen Xi stood beside him, silent.

Du Yansheng turned his head to look at her: "Why are you here again?"

"Tell you a story."

He scoffed, "I don't want to sleep today, and I don't want to listen to bedtime stories."

"Today's story is not a bedtime story either."

Du Yansheng was choked and stopped talking.

Wen Xi asked him: "What are you looking at?"

"Tree."

"What did you see?"

"I didn't see anything."

Wen Xi said: "The tree is much more tenacious than you, and it didn't fall down even in the wind and rain."

"Don't make metaphors here."

She smiled and asked again, "Did you meet any friends in the hospital?"

"So what if we get to know each other? All the people living here are terminally ill. Do we get to know each other and watch them die one by one?"

Wen Xi didn't feel anything wrong with being bullied, and had a good temper: "I was afraid of getting a failure, so I refused to start. Isn't this your consistent thinking?"

"Don't preach to me." He raised his head and said doubtfully, "Didn't you say that psychiatrists mostly listen? Are you professional or not? Why do you talk so much?"

Wen Xi bent his eyes: "Do you still know about psychiatrists? Even this."

Du Yansheng lowered his head irritably: "I understand before, you are really annoying."

"Oh, you're the first to say that about me. To be honest, it's a bit new."

He repeated like a childish ghost: "You are so annoying, you are so annoying, I am so annoying to death, I really can't figure out how others can praise you."

Wen Xi was amused, and covered her lips to suppress a smile: "You can understand that I'm not here to give you psychological counseling, I'm here to bother you."

"..."

She cleared her cough: "Okay, now I'll tell you a story, it's a real story, it happened around me."

"I won't listen, you shut up."

Wen Xi repeated his old tricks and opened his lips regardless of his wishes: "There was a person who suffered from aplastic anemia seven years ago. The doctor said that the chance of survival was very small. He used to be a proud child of heaven, studied well and looks handsome, like a favorite of heaven, has a great talent in painting, and has won awards all the way since he was a child."

"But a sudden illness brutally knocked him down. Fate played a huge joke with him, like a shining new star, it will soon fall."

Du Yansheng guessed the ending: "He was cured later?"

"Correct."

"Who can't make up stories."

"It's not made up." She lowered her eyes: "This is the story of my sister and her boyfriend."

"...How did it get cured?"

"It must be actively cooperating with the treatment. In fact, I heard that he, like you, gave up at first, almost waiting for death. Later, he met my sister and was moved. But at that time, his life was coming to an end, and he At the beginning, I was not reconciled, and worked hard to fight the pain for my sister, and forcibly pulled myself back from death."

Du Yansheng commented lukewarmly: "He is really infatuated."

"So as long as you have faith, miracles will happen, not to mention your situation is more optimistic than him at the beginning, he can do it, why can't you?"

"He has faith, what can I have?" He looked at the flowing clouds in the sky with long-distance eyes: "Before this, I didn't even know what my real pursuit was."

"You can have it now. Last time I asked you, you worked so hard to grow up and haven't had a good look at the world. Are you willing?"

He laughed at himself: "I have thought about it, I am not reconciled, but so what? This does not become my belief."

Wen Xi took a deep breath: "Think about your mother, every time you see her red eyes at you, don't you want to work hard for her?"

Du Yansheng fell into silence again. After a long time, he said, "I don't know."

In Wenxi's view, this is not only a kind of self-abandonment, but also a very selfish expression, but she couldn't bear it, and changed the subject: "Then you should find a belief that allows you to work hard for it .”

He looked up at her slowly, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Are you willing to be my belief? I will pursue you after I recover, will you agree?"

"..." Looking at his playful eyes, Wen Xi had only one thought at the moment, which was to turn around and leave.

(End of this chapter)