Ye Lancheng got out of bed in silence, put on his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
An Zhisu thought he went to sleep in the guest room, and thought that Ye Lancheng was also unlucky. He couldn't do anything on the wedding night, and had to sleep in the guest room until midnight. If she were Ye Lancheng, she would definitely regret marrying her.
"Ahem"
Ye Lancheng went out, and An Zhisu stopped suppressing her voice and coughed violently several times. Every time she coughed, her lungs felt a slight pain, and her throat was so dry and sore.
An Zhisu quietly clenched the silk quilt under her hand. The less she wanted to think about the hatred, the more her unsatisfactory body reminded her over and over again how she had survived the past five years.
She clearly remembered how she got this persistent cough. She had just been sent to a mental hospital. She lived in a large ward. In addition to her, there were seven or eight mentally ill patients of varying degrees living in the ward. An Zhisu was very scared.
She carefully avoided those mental patients, but they treated her as an alien. One night, they covered her in a quilt while she was sleeping and beat her violently. Her ribs were broken and her ribs were pierced into her lungs. She was on duty.
The nurse rescued her and she was resuscitated for several hours
Just saved a life.
At that time, Song Jiaren went to the hospital to see her and saw her dying on the hospital bed. She burst into tears for the first time. She tried every means to apply for a separate ward for An Zhisu. After being discharged from the hospital, An Zhisu was a blessing in disguise.
, and was able to live alone.
But after that time, the root of the disease fell into her lungs. It was usually better, but as soon as the weather got cold and she drank the cold wind, she would have to cough for several days before she could get better. Especially at night, she would be woken up by herself coughing.
It's a common occurrence.
An Zhisu felt that she should have gotten used to it and that it would no longer hurt. But every time it hurt to breathe, she discovered that some wounds, no matter how many years they have been scarred, will always hurt as long as the scar is still there.
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"Ye Lishu, An Tingnuan, I will repay these pains!" An Zhisu's hand gripped the quilt a little tighter, with little bits of hatred reflected in her tears.
"Cough cough cough" An Zhisu coughed again. She felt that she couldn't bear it anymore and was about to get out of bed to find some medicine when Ye Lan left and came back.
An Zhisu paused in lifting the quilt, and looked at Ye Lancheng who came back with a tray, surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Pear soup moisturizes the lungs. Drink a little and you will feel better." Ye Lancheng put the tray on her bedside table and handed a bowl to her.
An Zhisu stared blankly at the steaming pear soup in front of her. She thought that Ye Lancheng thought she was too noisy to sleep in the guest room, but she didn't expect that Ye Lancheng just went downstairs to make pear soup. This made the tip of An Zhisu's nose warm slightly and her eyes.
It seemed to be moist again. Over the years, every time she was woken up by herself coughing in the middle of the night, there was no one around to pour her a glass of water, let alone someone to cook pear soup for her. She was moved like the breeze on the noodles, and her peace of mind was deep.
Taking a deep breath, she sighed to herself, Ye Lancheng was really a master at flirting with girls. For a moment, her
My heart was moved by Ye Lancheng.
"Want me to feed you?" Seeing that she didn't move, Ye Lancheng asked indifferently.
An Zhisu shook his head like a fan, quickly retracted into the quilt, took the porcelain bowl in his hand, picked up the spoon, and drank in small sips.
Ye Lancheng stood by the bed and watched her drink condescendingly. When she finished the bowl of pear soup, he poured her another cup of warm water: "Drink some more plain water to dilute the sweetness."
An Zhisu took the cup obediently and drank half of it.
"Are you feeling better?" Ye Lancheng asked again.
An Zhisu nodded: "Much better, you should go to sleep."
Ye Lancheng looked at her again and saw that she didn't seem to be lying, so he walked around to the other side and lay down again.
After some tossing, the couple fell asleep again. Only this time, An Zhisu did not fall asleep so easily. Although he no longer coughed, his lower abdomen still hurt. Even if the pain was looming, it was enough to trouble An Zhisu.
An Zhisu curled up and slept uneasily. She vaguely heard the sound of a voice behind her, and then she seemed to be trapped in a wide embrace. A big hand gently covered her slightly painful lower abdomen.
, the warm temperature penetrated her skin, allowing her frown to slowly relax,
Gradually fell asleep.
Ding ding ding!
Hearing the sound of tapping the plate, An Zhisu suddenly came back to his senses and heard Song Jiaren say: "You didn't bring your soul when you went out today, right? What were you thinking about?"
"Ye Lancheng." An Zhisu replied subconsciously.
Song Jiaren: Song Jiaren’s eyes instantly burst into flames of gossip, crackling and blooming like fireworks: “I haven’t seen you for a long time and you already miss your husband. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that after yesterday’s wedding night, your relationship has grown by leaps and bounds.
Ah. No wonder the books say that a man gets a woman’s body
, which is equivalent to winning her heart. Ye Lancheng is amazing, he conquered you in just one night."
An Zhisu gritted his teeth regretfully: "Song Jiaren, stop your gossip. I came to my aunt last night, and none of the things you said happened."
Song Jiaren:
Song Jiaren made the sign of the cross on her chest with her right hand and silently lit the wax for Ye Lancheng. On the wedding night, my wife came to visit her. With such luck, why didn't she go buy lottery tickets?
An Zhisu was thinking about Ye Lancheng just now, but she was not thinking about the other. She was thinking about the embrace she had in a daze last night. She didn't know if she was dreaming or if Ye Lancheng really hugged her to sleep in the middle of the night. It felt very real, but
And a little dreamy.
She woke up late in the morning, and when she woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. Ye Lancheng had obviously gone to work. He left a note on the dining table, telling her that there was breakfast in the kitchen and pear soup in the thermos bucket.
An Zhisu ate breakfast with mixed feelings. It was almost noon before she sent Ye Lan a WeChat message, saying that she had invited a friend to go out to eat and asked him not to send food home.
Ye Lancheng was probably busy and didn't reply to her. An Zhisu didn't pay attention and made an appointment with Song Jiaren to have dinner in the restaurant. However, he kept distracted during the meal and there was always a lingering image of Ye Lancheng making pear soup for her in his mind.
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"Come again, I'm not such a loser like you. I know you have a husband, but can you restrain yourself a little in front of me, a single guy?" Seeing that she was distracted again, Song Jiaren rolled her eyes in frustration. She
It was the first time I realized that a person could spread dog food so hard that people would choke.
"No, I was thinking about other things." An Zhisu lied without a blushing face or a heartbeat.
Song Jiaren rolled her eyes: "I believed your evil."
"Really." In order to prove that he was not thinking about Ye Lancheng just now, An Zhisu deliberately made a serious face and said seriously: "Beautiful lady, I need money." "I want money to ask your husband, who is like your husband?"
In front of the god-level wealthy people, I can't even look at these little transparent ones who have just passed the food and clothing line." Song Jiaren answered the words with a venomous mouth.