Here We Meet Again (Three Point Field)

Chapter 82 Part IV

Xiang Yuan yelled for a long time to change the medicine but no one answered, the little nurse who was busy walking around reminded her not to waste time here, Go to the bed-splitting nurse. The tone is also very anxious.

No one answered her, she really became a down and out princess, Xiang Yuan returned to the ward in a hurry, Jia Mian took a look and returned empty-handed, "Where's the medicine? This bottle is almost gone."

" I went to the high-ranking ward upstairs with all my heart, and I couldn't find the nurse in charge of the bed for a long time."

Since that day, Xiang Yuan saw more people in military uniforms than before, whether he was doing laundry or going downstairs to buy breakfast. .

Until one day in the laundry room, she ran into an aunt who was coming down to wash clothes upstairs. She glanced at Xiang Yuan inadvertently, and her eyes froze instantly. The white shirt was loosely thrown together. Every store probably has hundreds of those shirts.

But in that dimly lit laundry room, she was sure that the shirt was Xu Yan Shi almost instantly.

She was dazed, and felt that she missed him too much, and also felt that it was impossible. The upper floor was the high-ranking ward. How could Xu Yan Shi be there?

After the Tuslan earthquake, she never contacted him. She heard that most of the overseas Chinese They have already evacuated, and she doesn't know if their Chinese delegation has come back now. They should be able to come back in a few days.

She called Lu Huaizheng during the period, but she couldn't get in touch.

These men seem to have disappeared.

While she was crying, she was washing clothes for grandpa, unexpectedly, Jia Mian saw it, thought it was because she was not happy to wash clothes for grandpa, so he hurriedly snatched them away: "Go back to the ward, I will do the laundry, why don't you wash some clothes. "

Just as Jia Mian was about to do something, looking at the basin full of foam, he felt timid, and sighed: "Forget it, call Aunt Liu, our family is not so down and down that we have to do the laundry, right?"

Xiang Yuan wiped her tears, and took his phone: "Don't call, Aunt Liu's daughter is still having a baby, and she asked to go back to take care of the baby for half a year, did you forget?"

"We don't have a nanny?"

"It's hard to find, How dare you find a nanny you don't know? What if grandpa gets old and suffers from dementia and beats him? If Aunt Liu is willing to take care of him for a few more years, she can't rely on others.", turned around.

Suddenly an imperceptible light flashed in the dim laundry room. She looked over and saw a shining diamond cufflink left on the dripping washstand, exactly the same as the one she gave Xu Yan Shi.

In the dim light, there was a shining blue light, like his affectionate eyes.

Xiang Yuan found the top floor, and one of the posts at the door was her elementary school classmate.

Xiang Yuan actually didn't remember, but the other party recognized her at a glance and greeted her with a smile.

It was only then that Xiang Yuan remembered that this person seemed to be called Fu.

"Liu Quanfu."

Xiang Yuan nodded hurriedly, "Yes. Are you a soldier?"

Liu Quanfu's ears turned red inexplicably, and he touched the back of his head: "I left high school before graduating, what are you doing here?"

    With old classmates, Xiang Yuan was much more at ease: "I picked something up in the laundry room downstairs, it should be It’s from your ward, so I’ll send it here, it should be quite expensive.”

    Liu Quanfu glanced at it, “Wait, I’ll ask.”

    Within half a minute, Liu Quanfu came back sweating profusely: “Yes, yes One of our professors."

    When Liu Quanfu didn't know how to call Xu Yan Shi, he thought about it for a long time, and called him Professor after Liang Qin.

    Hearing the word "professor", Xiang Yuan had mixed feelings, wishing it was him and not him.

    She hope he will come back soon, and she doesn't want him to appear in this kind of place, after all, the situation that night looks dangerous.

    She groaned, turned and walked downstairs.

    In the end, at the stairs, she ran into Lin Kairui, that son of a bitch, and almost turned around and left when he saw her.

If this was in Shanghai, Xiang Yuan might not have realized that this was in Beijing. Who else could Lin Kairui come to Beijing for?

    Xu Yan Shi's ward was very lively in those few days, he and Professor Liang had a twin room. There was an endless stream of people who came to see Professor Liang and those who came to see him in the name of Professor Liang.

    Xu Yan Shi's injury was not serious, and the young man recovered quickly. He actively cooperated with the treatment and rehabilitation and took medicine in the past two days in order to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

Even the nurse said that he had never seen a patient who took his medicine so punctually, recovered so diligently and cherished his life so much.

    When Lin Kairui came in, it was almost the last day of Xu Yan Shi's recovery. He was leaning on the bed and chatting with people gags, and the whole ward was filled with his shallow smile.

    The door of the ward "creaked" and was gently pushed open.

    First, Lin Kairui raised his head quietly, his expression was not very good, Xu Yan Shi didn't notice it at that time, and said softly: "Come?"

    Lin Kairui didn't reply, with a bitter face.

    Xiang Yuan heard the soft "here comes", which came into her ears lightly through the crack of the door.

After more than two months, it seemed that the plain but deep years of the past were laid out in front of her one by one.

    Let those turbulent emotions flood her heart.

    Across the mountain wind and tsunami, all grievances have an outlet to vent.

    Xiang Yuan, who was hiding at the door, suddenly cried, and she turned around and walked out.

    Inside the door, Lin Kairui silently mouthed him: "It's Xiang Yuan."

    The man on the bed suddenly froze when he heard the footsteps walking away in the corridor.

    She hadn't walked a few steps when she was suddenly hugged tightly from behind. On his warm neck were his scorching, disordered breathing and an apologetic voice: "I'm sorry, Xiang Yuan."

In the dark and quiet corridor, the passing  wind Cool and all the heat dissipates.

    He hugged her tightly with his broad and strong shoulders, lowered his head on her neck, and coaxed her gently over and over again: "I'm sorry, Yuan Yuan."