Bai Qianqiu received the text message, straightened up slightly and looked around the dormitory. She was the only one with light in the dormitory, everyone else was asleep.
The temperature at night is gradually getting colder, and the bed is so warm.
But she quickly straightened up, put on some clothes, carefully got out of bed with her mobile phone, opened the door gently and walked out.
It was as cold as ever outside, and she shivered as she felt chilly.
The lights are bright and the entire long corridor is almost deserted.
"It's so cold..." She yawned and shrank her neck in the cold, but still sent a text message back to Guan Hang: "Okay."
The reason why the love in our youth is full of melancholy and nostalgia when we recall it is because we were always so transparent and pure at that time. We could give everything to each other regardless of profit or reward.
When we look back, we are often moved to tears, not because of others, but because of ourselves. We were moved by the carelessness and innocence at that time.
Guan Hang called immediately.
Bai Qianqiu answered quickly, and Guan Hangyou's disbelieving voice came from the receiver: "Qianqiu?"
"Yes." She responded softly, and the place on her cheek where he had kissed her lovingly was heating up fiercely.
"Qianqiu? It's really you! I'm very happy to receive your text message. I feel much more relaxed all of a sudden!" Guan Hang's voice sounded much better than last time, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"That's good." Bai Qianqiu smiled slightly.
Guan Hang paused and asked understandingly: "Did calling you affect your rest? Sorry, I actually know that you must be lying down now. I just want to hear your voice. Now that I have heard it, I also
That’s enough. You can rest quickly! We have to go to school tomorrow..."
Bai Qianqiu quickly clenched her phone: "It doesn't affect it!"
Guan Hang laughed softly over there.
Bai Qianqiu's face turned red and she lowered her head: "You...senior...actually, that day...you didn't have to get wet in the rain. You could have waited in the coffee shop until the rain stopped and then came out. You did it because you let me get wet."
You got sick from the rain, right?"
"No." Guan Hang said with a hearty smile: "Never mind your business, after sending you back that day, I remembered that the student union still had several recent activity planning documents that had not been reviewed, so I went to work for a while and forgot to close the window.
As a result, I caught a cold. In fact, it was nothing. It was just tonsil inflammation caused by a cold. Mrs. Qingli was so surprised that she called my mother. On the one hand, my grandfather died of tonsil cancer, and on the other hand, because I don’t get sick often.
, I suddenly learned that I was sick, so my mother was very worried. She came directly to the school to ask for leave, and insisted on dragging me to the hospital for a look! As a result, I lay in bed like this for two days, being fiddled with by their various instruments.
After a while, the fake patient became a real patient. He was really afraid of this place and said he would never come to the hospital again next time!" He smiled helplessly.
"Tonsilitis? Are you feeling very uncomfortable? When can you be discharged from the hospital?" Bai Qianqiu doesn't often get sick, and she doesn't know much about the case. She only cares about when he will get better.
Guan Hang, dressed in patient clothes, leaned lazily outside the door, brushed his throat and chuckled: "It was a little uncomfortable at first, but it's fine now. Listen, isn't my voice normal?"
"I'm very worried. You should get better soon." Bai Qianqiu said softly.
He smiled happily. Unlike Bai Qianqiu and Lai Xiaolan, he had a small circle of friends. He came in contact with many people, and all kinds of people came to him for help. He usually called a lot. What he disliked the most were those who didn't talk about business.
On the phone, the two of them were chatting with each other and talking about useless things. He actually felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart and felt very caring. He secretly wished that he would be so sick three or four more times to make the other party think about him.
Look at him and worry about him, it's really worth it.
He pinched his throat, feeling a slightly uncomfortable feeling there.
[To answer your questions first: For me, the memory part is the key link between the past and the next. I need to use it to show you the emotional entanglement of the three women. After explaining the remaining plots, I will get to the point immediately!
Wuyou smiles and raises his hands to promise that the scene when the two meet again will definitely satisfy you! But it depends on whether you can hold it in! Memories are a very pure and beautiful story! Please adjust the rhythm slowly and reach the end.
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