When Zhong Qingye woke up again, it was already dusk on the third day. She lay on the bed and opened her eyes slightly, only to see the setting sun like blood leaking in from the water chestnut trees in the room, and the rose-red cicada canopy curtain beside it was light.
The wind is automatic.【】
It was already mid-April, and the mildew season had passed. The weather was getting hotter day by day, but Zhong Qingye's bedroom was still burning with a strong heater, and he was covered with a double-layered wool quilt. Such a tight package,
But she still felt cold on her body, as if there was a hole somewhere and cold wind was blowing inside.
The blood loss this time was particularly serious. The three days of coma did not replenish much energy. Zhong Qingye was still tired. He couldn't even turn over when lying on the bed. He could only squint his eyes and watch the sunset wisps filter through the gap.
come out.
Gradually, a strange feeling arose in my heart.
Such a bright and gorgeous sunset was like a tea flower in full bloom. She seemed to have seen it somewhere before. She frowned and thought for a long time, but she couldn't think of anything. On the contrary, the coldness in her chest became more and more intense.
It became so intense that she couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, closed her sore eyes and fell asleep.
As soon as his eyes closed, he heard footsteps approaching. They were very light and agile. When he heard them, he knew they were agile people. They were unlikely to be those imperial doctors and maids. Zhong Qingye raised his lips lazily and said casually.
Said: "Qi Mo, what time is it now?"
"It's two o'clock in the morning." A meek male voice answered her calmly. "I thought you were about to wake up, so I came over to you."
Not Qi Mo’s voice?!
Zhong Qingye was startled and immediately opened his eyes. The moment he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly blurted out: "Feng Jin?! Why is it you?!"
Feng Jin was dressed in white, standing on the side of the bed. The fiery sunset covered his body with orange light, softening his facial features and making his expression blurry against the light. His whole person was wrapped in light, as if he was from
The same thing that was conceived by the setting sun.
Hearing Zhong Qingye's words, he seemed to smile and said lightly: "Why can't it be me? Don't you think of me?"
Zhong Qingye knew that she had made a mistake and said hurriedly: "Of course not, I just didn't expect you to show up suddenly, so I was surprised." As she said that, she seemed to feel that it was too impolite to talk to others while lying on the bed like this, and it felt like she was raising her head.
I wasn't feeling very good, and I struggled to sit up.
Feng Jin took a step forward and immediately broke away from the halo of the setting sun. In an instant, she lost a bit of the sacred feeling, but she seemed much closer. He walked to the bedside and stretched out his hands to lift her upper body and sat down half-hugging her.
She got up and placed a few soft cushions behind her, doing it skillfully as if she had done it every day.
Zhong Qingye was not a pretentious person, and he didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this. He smiled and said directly: "Thank you, I happened to be lying down and my back hurts."
Feng Jin sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head slightly, and his long hair fell down from his neck.
"Ah Qing, please never say thank you to me." He raised his head, his eyes as clear as glass, the warm light of the setting sun spread in his eyes, faintly revealing a kind of begging grief. "In this way, I will really feel that you have already
Leave me."
Zhong Qingye was slightly stunned. It was the first time that Feng Jin had such an expression. She frowned a little, and instinctively felt a hint of unbearability in her heart.
In fact, to be honest, Feng Jin did as much for her as Qi Mo, and Feng Jin's friendship was never less than Qi Mo's. He always appeared suddenly when she needed her most, silently.
He helps, but never relies on his help and asks her to give something in return.
Feng Jin is beautiful, capable, devoted and infatuated. Such a man is hard to find in the world. He is the knight that all little women dream of. Even Zhong Qingye sometimes has a fleeting thought, if he hadn't met Qi Mo,
She might really like a man like Feng Jin.
For Zhong Qingye, knowing and understanding are always more precious than liking and loving. Feng Jin is undoubtedly the person who knows her best, but he never does anything unfavorable to her because of his understanding. As for Zhong Qing,
No matter what choice Ye makes, he will never force it or force it on her.
Because I understand, I understand, and because I understand it, I never force it.
Feng Jin is really smart. His intelligence comes from his unusual reason. He is not like Qi Mo's fierce and flamboyant intelligence. He is like a puddle of water, which can change into any shape due to the environment, but the essence is always the same.
himself.
Even Zhong Qingye found it incredible that such a man would fall in love with him.
It's a pity that there is nothing in this world that can turn back time. Zhong Qingye is a person. She only has one heart. Once she meets and falls in love with her, it is difficult to get rid of her. No matter how high one thinks of Feng Jin, appreciation is different after all.
In love.
These thoughts flashed through Zhong Qingye's mind. She smiled at Feng Jin and said: "Basic courtesy is the foundation of life. You helped me, so I naturally want to thank you. Unfortunately, you helped me too much.
I can't use the word 'thank you' to thank you for your help in big things, so at least I hope you can accept my gratitude in these little things."
Feng Jin looked at Zhong Qingye motionlessly, and Zhong Qingye also watched him motionlessly. His eyes were as clear as water, and his pupils were as dark as the brightest crystals on the seabed. He was thankful and smiling.
There was a touch of profound happiness, but there was no emotion that Feng Jin had imagined.
With a wry smile, he shook his head slightly, "Ah Qing, this is the best thing about you. Once you choose someone, you will never give another person any hope. You can distinguish every bit of it so clearly. If it's all the same,
As for Mo, Ah Qing, would you thank him so much?"
Zhong Qingye was slightly stunned and said nothing.
Feng Jin said to himself: "Of course you won't, because you accept him from the bottom of your heart. Only the closest people can make you feel that their actions are natural, and you don't need to thank them at all. And other people, even if they do
No matter how much I get, it's just a thank you from you."
Zhong Qingye answered the question, but had to admit that Feng Jin's questions were always to the point.
Feng Jin looked at her face carefully, smiled bitterly, and shook his head with deep self-mockery: "The most ridiculous thing is me. I know your choice clearly, but I still don't give up, and I still want to ask again. In the end,
It’s just legal acceptance.”
"Feng Jin..." Not liking Feng Jin's self-deprecation and self-pity, Zhong Qingye frowned slightly.
Feng Jin smiled and stood up. "Don't worry, as long as it's your choice, I won't force you. The medicine is almost ready, I'll bring it to you."
There’s one more chapter left at nine o’clock, and seventeen more chapters to finish!