In the pink room, the woman''s waist is padded with a fluffy pillow. She leans quietly on the bed, and the rubber ring on her neck has not been taken off.

    Neatly trimmed fingers holding a book, the wind, the book turned a page in a hurry, for a long time there is no sign of turning.

    Her eyelashes trembled gently in the wind and her fingers fell on a smiling face in the corner of the book.

    The smiling face was left by Fu Shaoxin.

    Think of Fu Shaoxin, her face across a sweet smile, and finally slowly become bitter.

    Once upon a time, Fu Shaoxin fell in love with the trick of little boys chasing girls. Wherever she might come into contact, she wrote the words "Xia Zhi I love you", and her books naturally became a disaster area.

    Xia Zhi, who cherishes books like his life, will not let him go of this small bad but sweet move.

    So, under Xia Zhi''s threat, Fu Shaoxin''s I love you has become a small, hard to find smile.

    She turned her face and raised her hand to wipe away a trace of crystal from the corners of her eyes.

    Xi Xiaoran saw this scene and stood at the door for a while with his head down. His face was sour. When he looked up, he opened a faint smile on his face.

    Then he lifted his legs and walked in.

    Xia Zhi hears the movement at the door, turns around and sees Xi Xiaoran. The mist in her black and white eyes fades away, and her eyes become clear. It seems that the past is just a dream. She knows that Xi Xiaoran doesn''t like her sad appearance, so she smiles.

    Smile of eyebrow eyes curved, smile of Xi Xiao ran, heart a burst of hair tight.

    Ten days have passed since Xia Zhi woke up, but she hasn''t cried, made any noise, or mentioned anything about Fu Shaoxin.

    He knew that she was happy on the surface, but she buried those emotions deeply in her heart.

    Maybe one day, open a gap, it will tilt like a mountain torrent, instantly devour her whole soul.

    "You''re back."

    "Well." Xi Xiaoran picked up Xiaoxin and put it on her. Only when she saw Xiaoxin did the smile in her eyes reach her heart.

    These ten days, Fu Shaoxin was lying in the intensive care unit, uncertain of his life and death. The bullet hit only 0.1 mm away from his heart. His life was recovered, but he was still in a coma.

    Xia Zhi can''t stand the stimulation, so Gu Youming tells Xi Xiaoran to keep Xia Zhi secret for the time being.

    Xi Xiaoran never lied in Xia Zhi''s face. At the beginning, he was worried that Xia Zhi asked and didn''t know how to answer. Now he even hopes she can ask.

    Xi Xiaoran put away those worries, sat by the bed and said softly, "how do you feel today, are you better?"

    Xia Zhi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "it''s much better. The head doesn''t hurt that much."

    "That''s good."

    "Xi Xiaoran."

    "Well."

    Xia Zhi lowered his head: "thank you."

    Xi Xiaoran stretched out his hand to hold the back of his hand: "I said we don''t need to say thank you."

    Xia Zhi gently weak fingertips quietly draw back, she did not see a faint loss in Xi Xiaoran''s eyes.

    "I''m fine now, and I don''t have to trouble you any more. I want to go home today."

    Home, home to her and Fu Shaoxin.

    She doesn''t believe that he really doesn''t love her at all. He doesn''t believe that if she is hurt, he won''t look for her.

    For so many days, she has been waiting for his call.

    But no, even Fu Zijing disappeared inexplicably during this period, and told her everything.

    Something may have happened to him.

    Since he won''t come, she will go.

    "But

    "You don''t have to leave me. These days, you''ve been trying to talk and stop. I have to face some things myself. No matter how it ends, I''ll be fine. "

    "Have you never thought about staying, staying with me? Xia Xia, I have loved you for seven years. These seven years have never changed. If you stay, I will take good care of you. "

    Xia Zhi got up and said sorry to Xi Xiaoran: "you and I will always be good friends. My heart has been given to Fu Shaoxin, and I can''t fit others any more."

    "Can''t you just give me a chance and give yourself a chance?"

    "Xiao ran, you know, some things can''t be forced."

    Xi Xiaoran pinched his fist: "what if he dies?"

    Xia Zhixin suddenly jumped, as if he was afraid that his words would come true. He quickly replied: "no, it''s impossible. Even if he died, I''ll keep our memories until old."

    long time.

    Xi Xiaoran hoarse voice with a strong sense of tiredness: "you go."

    Xia Zhila opened the door and said, "I''m sorry."

    Xi Xiaoran looked at Xia Zhi''s back and slowly lifted his hand in the void and muttered to himself, "needless to say, I''m sorry. My heart has been handed over to you all my life. I''m only willing to hold our memories and grow old slowly."

    ..

    The afternoon north wing is shrouded by the lazy sunshine, and the low Jazz adds a bit of confusion to the afternoon laziness.

    The waiter brought coffee and gently put it on the small table near the window.

    "Thank you." Xia Zhi holds the white coffee cup in her thin and white hand and politely smiles back.

    "Xia Xia..."

    Fu Zijing''s soft long black hair is gently on her chest. Her white cotton T is very comfortable. Her shining pink nails are neatly trimmed, like small shells, which fade the initial publicity.

    "Where''s your brother?"

    She asked Fu Zijing out for tea today. Who can''t be late? Fu Zijing was unexpectedly late for half an hour.

    "You ask my mother out. How can you ask my brother if he can be a good friend?" Fu Zijing some flustered drank water, avoided Xia Zhi''s eyes.

    Xia zhibaijing''s chin is supported by the back of her hand, and her eyes are staring at Fu Zijing.

    She''s just injured in her head, and she''s not fooled. How can she hide such an obvious lie from her?

    "You''re hiding something from me."

    "Xia Xia, don''t ask. I''ll tell you when you''re better."

    Xia Zhi shrugged and leaned back on his chair: "if you don''t tell me, you can. Anyway, I won''t be your best friend."

    "Well, don''t worry. I''ve really convinced you. I''ll tell you, don''t worry."

    "Oh, I''m not bad now. There''s nothing to worry about. After all, is Fu Shaoxin''s son of a bitch rekindling his old love with Ann Yiman, or is he getting married with Yu Weiwei?"

    When she said this, although Xia Zhi had a smile on her face, she felt a lot of bitterness in her heart. She told herself that she was not allowed to cry when she heard it.

    Don''t cry.

    Fu Zijing stared at the boss: "your head is not bad. My brother has absolutely only you in his heart. I don''t know what you two think. One is dead and the other is carrying a misunderstanding. I can''t see it anymore. Let''s go and take you to see him."

    Xia Zhi''s fingertips trembled and nodded: "OK."