Mr.Lu, don't mess around

Qin Yihuan put down the bowl and cast her eyes on Lu Jinghuai's face.

Her scattered eyes focused, and then she could see the haggard on his face, no better than her. The green scum came out, which made the original Qingjun face dim.

Hesitated for a while, still say: "thank you." When she saw Lu Jinghuai's expectant eyes, she paused and then said, "I'll just wash the bowl. It's late. You go back first."

Qin Yihuan said a lot in one breath. Lu Jinghuai was stunned. His face was pale and his lips were tight. He seemed to be suppressing something. After half a sound, he nodded and left in silence.

There was one person missing in the room, and it was quiet again. The warm yellow light couldn't dispel the breath of death.

Qin Yihuan stares at the bowl on the table.

The windows are half open, the cool wind at night pours in, and the gauze curtains are puffed up. With the evening wind, there are thousands of lights, delicious food and lively voices, forming a contrast with everything in the house.

Qin Yihuan unconsciously put her hand on her stomach.

She has just experienced the passing of a life, everything seems to suddenly.

The night is still deep, and it's hard to see other colors in the dark sky. Unlike in the daytime, it can always be influenced by other colors and become different canvases.

That night, Qin Yihuan had a dream.

In her dream, she was holding a child, singing a lullaby, stumbling, but the child seemed to like it, and soon fell asleep.

But the scene turned, she was looking for the child, crazy shouting something, and then out of thin air appeared in front of her, is the bloody floor and a light on the top of her head.

And the strong smell of disinfectant.

Almost for a moment, she thought of her time in the hospital.

Qin Yihuan suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.

The strong light of the day made her close her eyes again. After a while, she heard someone say to her, "Yihuan, are you awake? Do you feel better? "

She turned her head and looked at the source of the sound, only to find Lu Jinghuai and a stranger in a white robe who looked like a doctor standing beside her bed.

"You have a fever, so I asked my family doctor to come," Lu explained

Qin Yihuan slowly moved away from his sight, looked at his left hand, and said, "sorry, I need to rest now."

The doctor hesitated: "but your body..."

"Good." Lu Jinghuai interrupts the doctor's next words and quietly agrees to Qin Yihuan's needs.

He looked at the doctor, who immediately began to pack the medicine box.

Qin Yihuan on the bed closed her eyes again, breathing steadily, as if she really fell asleep. Lu Jinghuai sighed and left the room with the doctor.

After the sound of closing the door, Qin Yihuan opened her eyes again. She half propped up and looked around the room. All the decorations were the same, but the smell of disinfectant still diffused in it. It was like the devil who never let her go, forcing her to recall the bloody past again and again.

She bit her teeth, pulled out the needle, threw it to the ground, and then lay back on the bed. Slowly, she pulled up the quilt, covered her head, and lay on her side like a small animal curled up in a shell.

Lu Jinghuai and the doctor are standing face to face in the living room.

He listened carefully to the doctor's instructions.

The doctor said that she was too weak and cold, and she didn't take good care of herself after a serious illness. Now it's nothing to have a minor illness like this. What she's afraid of is that her body will get worse because she hasn't taken good care of herself now. It's not worth the loss. She asked Lu Jinghuai to take good care of her patients, and blamed Lu Jinghuai several times, saying that he didn't take good care of her before.

Lu Jinghuai drooped his head and couldn't refute.

He did not take good care of Qin Yihuan, which made him feel embarrassed and sad. But what the doctor said was that he was taken as Qin Yihuan's boyfriend, which made him feel like joy. Two completely opposite moods mixed, like the collision of contradiction itself.

The doctor prescribed some medicine, then ordered some other precautions and left.

Lu Jinghuai sat in Qin Yihuan's living room for a while, but there was no movement in it. So he went to the kitchen again, cooked some porridge and made some medicated food with the food just bought by his assistant, kept them warm in the electric rice cooker, and left a note in the living room before he left.

When Qin Yihuan steps to the living room, she sees an orange sticky note, which belongs to her family.

She recognized Lu Jinghuai's handwriting at once.

She pursed her lips and looked at the words on the note paper. After tearing them off, she went to the kitchen and looked around. Then she opened the electric rice cooker. The smell of porridge broke through the shackles and awakened her taste buds. The feeling of hunger appeared later.

She took out the dishes and porridge from the rice cooker.

The top is porridge, and the bottom is a dish with the smell of medicine.

She was a little disgusted with the smell of the medicine, so she wrinkled her eyebrows and carried it away. But she thought that it was Lu Jinghuai who had kindly made it for her. I don't know how long it took, but she pushed it back and began to taste it with chopsticks.

When it comes to the mouth, the taste of the medicine is not very strong. Although it is still there, it is well covered by the taste of other seasonings and dishes. It is not very delicious. However, as a medicated diet, it is quite delicious.

Lu Jinghuai put his mind into it.

She scratched the bone of her nose. Although she resisted, she took two more bites.

It seems that Lu Jinghuai has been coming to her house to look for her all the time, waiting and cooking porridge. Qin Yihuan doesn't hate the feeling of being paid attention to all the time, but she never likes it. She never likes to be in debt, and she doesn't want to be in debt to Lu Jinghuai. Originally, their relationship was subtle.

It's said that the girl's sixth sense is very strong. She always feels that Lu Jinghuai is explaining something to her through such actions. Maybe she hasn't put it down, or maybe she forgets Lu Feiyan and starts over.

She put down her chopsticks, took her mobile phone, opened Lu Jinghuai's wechat chat box, hesitated for a while, and sent a message.

"Ding Dong."

In the dim room, the mobile phone screen lights up, which is the information prompt of wechat.

Just out of the bathroom, Lu Jinghuai, who is wiping her hair with a bath towel, walks to the table, squints at her eyes, raises her mobile phone and unlocks it.

The message of wechat pops up. It's Qin Yihuan's chat dialog box. He coagulates to see it, but after seeing the content clearly, his calm expression cracks.

He wrung a smile bitterly, threw his cell phone to the ground, wiped his hair with a towel, then yelled and threw the towel to another corner of the room.