In the summer dusk with sunset, the breeze blew across the green shade in a trance, and the cicadas chirping.

In the courtyard with pink walls and black tiles, the chubby little girl was lying on the low table, her fleshy little hands pinching crayons and painting on the paper. At this time, two human words came from the room, muttering and wondering what to say. When the little girl heard it, she put down her brush and turned her head to look...

Zhang Moyan trembled with long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

I dreamed of that girl again.

This time the plot seems to have advanced a little.

I remember the last time the little girl was painting alone in the yard. This time, I heard someone talking to her.

But what did you say?

have no idea.

This dream is like a certain TV series on Guodian. I will first read a long paragraph in the previous review. The updated content is shorter than the rabbit's tail.

Zhang Moyan closed her eyes.

Something like a lively fish jumped through her mind and dived into the vast abyss.

Why are you so quiet around you?

She came back to her senses.

Start observing where you are.

White ceiling, white cloth curtains, white monitors.

Hospital?

She tilted her head slightly to the right, and there was a man standing on his back at hand.

The standard right-angle shoulders, the clothes vaguely show a wide and tight back, which is quite unfamiliar.

She was lying flat on a medical emergency bed, and the man with her back was half leaning against the bed.

Zhang Moyan's head was a little drowsy, but soon remembered what happened: someone wanted to assassinate Xiao Xingyu, but when she couldn't help but "stand up" by chance, she fell.

She had no impression of what happened later, and she probably was dizzy. The next plot was probably sent to the hospital.

Zhang Moyan raised her left hand to rub the painful and swollen position on her head, trying to touch if there was any lump. She seemed to notice her movements, and her back turned her head.

The faint light of the incandescent lamp spread evenly behind the man. His face was a little dim due to the backlight, but the high and low profiles were more distinct under the light and darkness of the light and shadow, and were very thick and deep.

Very in line with the aesthetic definition.

The next moment, Zhang Moyan's pupil was shocked and his hand stopped on his forehead.

Xiao Xingyu?!

She looked at the person in front of her and used her thrown brain to sort out the plot again-

She saw injustice and drew her sword to help her, and then fainted after saving people for justice, and then the rescued person appeared next to the hero... Well, it is reasonable, it must be like this.

But why is the air a little weird at this moment?

"Thank you, beautiful girl!" Xiao Xingyu showed a good smile in the freezing frame, and the atmosphere instantly broke the ice.

Is he thanking her for his heroic act?

"You're welcome." Zhang Moyan said.

"Mo Yan!!!" A heavy object weighing about 120 pounds rushed over, pounced on the bed and almost suppressed her anger. "You finally woke up! That's great! You scared me to death!"

It's Jin Xueyang.

Zhang Moyan's ears were a little irritated, but seeing Jin Xueyang was so happy that he looked real, it was difficult to push him away.

"Have I been fainting for a long time?" Zhang Moyan asked.

Jin Xueyang said solemnly just as Jia Baoyu cared about Lin Meimei: "You have been in a coma for half an hour!"

She said softly: "So long?"

"You go and pull the man and get thrown out, and your head hits the corner of the backrest of a chair. That's quite heavy! It's great to wake up, I'm afraid you'll become a vegetative person like that!"

Vegetatives...it shouldn't be so easy to be.

Zhang Moyan comforted: "Well, it's okay."

This did not make Jin Xueyang relieved: "Then how do you feel now? Do you want to vomit? Does the headache hurt? Do you want to call your parents? I didn't notify your parents this time."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Xingyu glanced at Jin Xueyang.

Zhang Moyan didn't know which sentence to answer first when she asked so much, and said in a general way: "It's okay."

As she said that, she wanted to get up, and just moved Jin Xueyang and then started to stabilize her head: "Oh, don't move your end, you can't move. The doctor said you have to lie flat now!"

Zhang Moyan: "It's okay, don't..."

"I'll say two!"

Suddenly, a voice penetrated into the conversation between Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang.

Jin Xueyang and Zhang Moyan both looked at Xiao Xingyu.

I saw him swept the two of them with a speechless look, then glanced down and said, "Can you let me go first and then chat?"

"Oh oh oh oh..." Jin Xueyang's face showed an epiphany, and Zhang Moyan was in a daze.

She looked at Jin Xueyang in confusion, and Jin Xueyang pushed her arm and urged: "Zhang Moyan, please let go of Teacher Xiao!"

open?

What does it mean?

Jin Xueyang winked at her, and she followed his gaze - her heartbeat immediately stopped!

I saw that her right hand was holding the belt on Xiao Xingyu's waist like a soldering iron!!!

There was a bang in my mind and a detonator exploded.

This is, what, what, situation?!

Zhang Moyan stared at her hand. Why was she holding a man's belt?!

Could it be that

Before she fainted, she grabbed the support and the thing she held onto was actually the belt on Xiao Xingyu's waist?!

Is it so ridiculous?

Zhang Moyan was shocked!

Her trembling eyes met Xiao Xingyu in the air. The moment her eyes met, it was really the roar of the September wind in Luntai, and a river of gravel was as big as a bucket, walking around with the wind and the stones.

"You haven't let go," Xiao Xingyu snorted, "Is this going to be captured forever?"

God, wouldn’t it be better if people don’t bring such a fortune?

Zhang Moyan was frightened, but the surface was not very obvious. His qi-sinking skills were like the descendant of the ancient tomb sect.

"Feel sorry."

Even the sound is rounded up and can be said to be as stable as Mount Tai.

She sincerely thanked Jin Xueyang for her cold character for her over the years. Practice makes perfect, which makes her feel unstoppable.

Reason roared in her mind, she opened her stiff fingers and diverted her thinking: from the second she fell down, she had been holding someone's belt, and then she was taken away from the venue and came to this hospital. She grabbed someone's belt in full view of everyone...

What kind of warm scene is it like watching and watching?

Zhang Moyan really doesn’t know how to write the word “embarrassing”.

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She doesn't want to face this world anymore.

Why doesn't she faint now?

Please let a thunder fall from the sky and hit her directly.

Zhang Moyan's first time in her life, she was exhausted. Apart from being sorry, she didn't know what else she could say.

Xiao Xingyu briefly looked at her for a while, smiled in an unknown way, stood up while moving her shoulder blades, and said to the front: "Okay, I'll leave it to you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Moyan noticed that there was another person in the room.

On a row of sofas against the wall inside the house, a white coat with long legs crossed, and her facial features and expressions were all in air conditioning.

The man in a white coat is about the same age as Xiao Xingyu. His face is like a knife and axe-chief, his eyebrows are picturesque, and he has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose. He is more delicate than a woman.

But at this time, from the tip of his black leather shoes to his hair, he was so cold that he was frozen thousands of miles away from the snow. Without the warmth and tenderness of a woman, he felt that anyone who got close to him would be frozen to death in the next second.

Xiao Xingyu talked to him, but he seemed to have never heard of it, and he didn't even change his posture.

"Oh, what's wrong with Dean Geng?" Xiao Xingyu walked over, sat down next to him, and put his hand on his shoulder without knowing his life or death.

Geng Jun turned his face to Xiao Xingyu, and his narrow and long eyes were chilling behind the lenses: "Tell me, you were stabbed."

"Yes," Xiao Xingyu did not feel guilty at all, "but the attempt was made. Isn't there any good girl who came out to do good deeds without hesitation?"

Geng Jun adjusted his breathing: "Why don't you make it clear?"
To be continued...