The ward is quiet and quiet.

The sun sets in the west, the sky is dark and purple, and the atmosphere is good, which makes people want to have a kiss.

Chen Wang didn't think much, and raised his head slightly. Meng Yingning was about to stand up, but he suddenly pulled him back and pressed his head and kissed him.

Coming fiercely.

Then gently fall on the soft lips.

Meng Yingning's eyes, which had just closed, opened again, and looked into his eyes.

The lips are gentle and fit a little apart, and then put them back on, without any more movement.

Meng Yingning blinked: "I thought you were so moved that you planned to press me on the bed and kiss me."

Chen Wang smiled deeply: "Am I like this now?"

"Yes, I still miss you, you are really disabled and strong in your will."

As he spoke, his lips were grinding, and his heart was itchy. Meng Yingning cleared his throat, opened his eyes with red ears, and suddenly stood up straight, pushed his shoulders and pushed him back.

Chen Wang leaned back to the head of the bed.

Meng Yingning sat beside the bed and leaned over: "Don't move."

She held the man's angular chin and leaned over with her head.

The ward door was slapped open with a slam, Lin Heran and half of his body rushed in at the same time, and shouted loudly: "Chen Wang, how are you doing, aren't you dead? I'm still a little bit more than that, and I'm really aware of today and I can still give you--"

Lin Heran's voice came to an abrupt end.

In the ward in the evening, the girl sat by the bed and raised her head and kissed her. The man leaned lazily on the head of the bed, holding the girl's waist with one hand.

The beautiful scene was broken by him with a slap.

Meng Yingning was so scared that she pushed forward and jumped up directly from the bed. Her fingers were pressed against the knife wound on Chen Wang's shoulder. The man's muscles tense and hesitated.

Meng Yingning stood in front of the hospital bed with a blushing face, her eyes rolled around for several times, feeling embarrassed that she was caught doing something bad.

"Well, if you're not done..." Lin Heran scratched his nose and pointed out the door, "Or I'll go out first, you guys continue?"

It would be fine if he didn't say anything, but Meng Yingning wanted to get into the ground directly as soon as he said something.

Without saying a word, Chen Wang pulled out the pillow behind him and threw it at him.

Lin Heran didn't intend to hide either. He slammed his pillow on his face, and was pulled down by him and held it in his arms, and then went out.

Before leaving, he reminded him in great considerate way: "Remember to lock the door!"

“…”

Meng Yingning raised his hand to cover his face.

Chen Wang looked at her red ears that were exposed outside and sneered: "Isn't it just a kiss?"

"But when your friend saw it, I was not familiar with him again, so it was quite embarrassing," Meng Yingning whispered, lowering his hand, "Then I'll leave, I'll go home and cook you some pork liver porridge."

"I don't need to drink that thing." Chen Wang's expression was very light and light.

"I know you have good physical condition, but you have to replenish your blood," Meng Yingning pointed at him, "The patient has no right to speak."

"You will?"

"...My mother burned." Meng Yingning changed her words.

Chen Wang nodded: "Call Lin Heran to find someone to give you."

I don’t know if it was because I was talking too much or because my tense nerves had finally relaxed for several years. That night, Chen Wang had a high fever.

Originally, Lin Heran said he wanted to stay at night, but the team had not resolved today, and Meng Yingning insisted on not leaving anyway, so she stayed in the end.

Meng Yingning had no experience in taking care of the patients and did not dare to close his eyes. She dragged a chair to sit by the bed, held her head with both hands, and lay on the pillow for a while.

The man quietly lies on the bed with his eyes closed, with sharp contours from his eyebrows to his nose bridge, and his thick black eyelashes brushed down, with a little fatigue and softness.

A short stubble appeared on the chin.

But it looks very good no matter how you look at it.

Meng Yingning had hardly seen Chen Wang sleeping well. She slept earlier than him. Generally speaking, when she woke up in the morning, Chen Wang had already woken up.

He basically won't let himself sleep well. He seemed to have never had a deep sleep at all. He even fell asleep in the last second, and when he opened his eyes the next second, he wouldn't feel sleepy in his eyes, and his eyes were always sharp and alert.

This is the first time that I can watch him sleep quietly.

After watching for a while, Meng Yingning changed his position, put his chin on the bed and raised his face. From bottom to top, he saw Chen Wang's eyebrows slightly frowning.

She thought he had another bad dream, so she stood up and raised her hand, rubbed his eyebrows.

The soft and thin fingertips gently scratched the tight eyebrows. As soon as they touched them, Meng Yingning paused and then put his palm on his face.

The man's body temperature was very high, Meng Yingning quickly stood up, and the chair thrust, she leaned over and pressed her forehead against his.

Men's body temperature is usually slightly higher, but now it's a bit scary and hot.

Chen Wang opened his eyes drowsyly and faced her eyes.

He looked at her for a long time before he said hoarsely: "What are you doing? Sneak kiss me?"

Meng Yingning raised her head, pressed her little hand against his forehead, frowned: "You have a fever."

"Hmm?" The man's voice was hoarse, not admitting that he would get sick, "I have never had a fever."

Meng Yingning stared at him, raised his hand and rang the bell and called the nurse.

One temperature, forty degrees.

Meng Yingning grew up so old, and the most ill time in her memory was when she was hospitalized with Mycoplasma pneumonia when she was a child. She didn't even burn it like this at that time. She already felt like she was thrown into a pot and then thrown into ice water. It was cold and hot, and it was particularly uncomfortable.

The drip was hung up, the nurse left the ward, and the room became quiet again.

Chen Wang sat on the head of the bed, his eyes drooping and the corners of his lips drooping, looking indifferent.

After a while, he lazily lifted his eyelids: "Sleep for a while?"

Meng Yingning shook her head and lay down beside the bed and looked at him.

Chen Wang didn't know what his image he was now, and probably wasn't much better. He raised his hand and covered Meng Yingning's eyes: "Stop looking, isn't it ugly?"

Meng Yingning raised his hand and pulled his finger: "It's not ugly."

"It's dirty, it's not washed." His voice was low, a little vague, with a little bit of fragility and strange childishness when he was sick.

Meng Yingning pulled his hand down and looked at him closer: "It's not dirty," and said, "Hey, are you blaming me for not wiping your face?"

Chen Wang laughed heavily.

"No need to wipe it, it's so clean that it's shiny. Look, there's no need to light the light in this room," Meng Yingning blinked and said seriously, "Chen Wang, you're shining now."

Chen Wang paused and looked at her deeply.

Meng Yingning didn't notice his changes and reached out to touch his forehead, but it was still very hot.

"Does this needle work?" She mumbled her little face and stood up, and ran to the bathroom with a small towel hanging from the basin next to her.

After a while, he ran out again and brought the basin into it.

When she came out with cold water, Chen Wang closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Meng Yingning walked to the head of the bed with a slight foot, twisted a cold towel out, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and then changed another one, folded it, and put it on his forehead.

After a while, I changed the towel back and forth with cold water for countless times. It was not until the second half of the night that Chen Wang finally subsided.

Meng Yingning breathed a long sigh, and finally relaxed, lay down beside the bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

In the mountains and forests at midnight, the air is humid and the cicadas are chirping.

The black leather boots stepped into the soft and wet soil, and stepped on the intertwined tree roots and leaves, making a slight sound.

After walking for a while, Chen Wang stopped.

The man sat under the tree and raised his head, with handsome eyebrows and smooth smiles.

He was holding a small amulet in his hand, and the Buddha sat with a smile, looking gentle and kind under the lush moonlight.

"I will take the one who believes in this," Yi Yang said with a smile, "just be at ease."

Chen Wang turned his head and saw another self he used to be. The man leaned against the tree trunk and stretched his legs lazily: "It's pretty good, but trust is good."

"I don't know whether others are smart or not. I should be quite smart," Yi Yang smiled. "Actually, when she gave me this amulet, I hoped that we could be together for the rest of our lives, so that our children can speak safely and grow up happily in the future."

Yi Yang smiled bitterly: "When I wrote her suicide note, I was thinking, I was so lucky, I guess she would not see the letter the day I got old. As a result, she secretly showed it that day and cried. She said that no matter where I am, she would accompany me. As long as two people are together, she would not be afraid of wherever she is."

"She said she was not sad or hateful. She was very proud. She just felt... sorry for Chang'an."

"Captain Chen, I'm a soldier."

Chen Wang, who was sitting under the tree, disappeared at some point. Yi Yang suddenly raised his head and looked at his direction from afar and said, "For the sky above our heads, the land we stepped on, for the good growth of my children, for the future we have sat together and discussed, for all of this, no matter what the final result will be, I am very proud of myself."

"No matter who or what kind of thing, I cannot trample on my glory and our glory."

Yi Yang looked at him with a smile and said calmly: "Captain Chen, you are the same, you should be shining."

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To be continued...