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"...... oh." White millet leaves nodded, though he repeatedly told myself not to care, but, loss, or instantly invaded my heart.
Here he has part of his life ......
Those who live, all she can not participate. And she is completely in another world ......
"I like this situation, but also how long you can recover?" White asked Tang and Song Su Ye.
"At least half of it. Two weeks later, the body of the virus can be completely destroyed. How, you want to leave?"
"I have to be here two weeks, and have to say hello to the family."
"You have hit the family phone me come here." She threw the phone Tang and Song, "and they talk about yourself."
"Thank you."
White millet leaves weak answered the phone.
Tang and Song did not say anything, just turned and gave orders to send the medicine in, overseen by the amount of time she ate.
the other side.
Owl began to appear repeatedly fever phenomenon. However, each time to wake up, to ask the first person, the first thing is to her. Tang and Song said she had heard in better, he slowly began to relax, unexamined asleep.
Nalan will come every day, but every time when the owl is sleeping, do not know is that he originally reluctant to bother her, or really not clear.
Often, she is with hope to the mood, but with the feelings of loss and unwilling to leave.
............
A blink of an eye.
Over the past ten days.
White millet leaves stood at the window, looking out the bare branches, many hearts a sense of loss.
...... increasing in number and lonely ......
Tang and Song said that this time, the owl does not appear. He really does not appear ......
Five days, she was back home. Is not it, before returning home, and he can no longer be met?
The thought of this, even breathing becomes pent up. She opened the window, the probe out, sniffing several breath, let yourself breathe more smoothly.
"It's cold outside, do not stand in the window hair. If freezing cold, lower immunity, maybe the virus will strike back, to a time more trouble." At the moment the Tang and Song came to see her standing by the window, wrinkly Mei told loudly.
White millet leaves to recover a sense of loss of mind, 'Oh,' a cry, leaned going to close the window. However, just to shut the window the moment, a touch of familiar figure, out there in his eyes.
Tens of meters away in the garden, a man tall figure appeared on that little pebble on the road.
She shines.
Heart rejoice.
For a moment, I felt like a return to 18 years old girl looks like.
"Doctor Don, I can now go for a walk?" She turned around and asked Tang and Song dynasties.
Tang and Song nodded, "put on more, it should be no problem, but must not go more than ten minutes."
Tang and Song also saw the man from downstairs window.
White millet leaves turned to take the jacket. Tang and Song dynasties have been falling out of the window of the eye, suddenly narrowed, raising his hand at the moment she has already grabbed.
"How?" She turned to the Tang and Song.
Tang and Song this slowly down the line of sight to her, complex look at her eyes, chin to the window than the ratio. White millet leaves suspiciously window to look at the past,That moment, my heart startled, Zhengzhu whole person.
Hands clutching coat, unconsciously tensed many ......
original……
Downstairs, not only him.
There ...... Nalan.
Two of them, walking side by side in the garden, do not know what to talk. White millet leaves do not know how the owl will be here, but she is very clear ...... just, she apparently unrequited love. He came not for themselves ......
..................
the other side.
Nalan stood on tiptoe to coat draped over his shoulders Owl, "Kempinski doctor said, you now can not blow too much wind, not cold."
"......" Owl always without words, preoccupied.
"Owl, foster parent, said ...... wait for you good health, we officially married. Is it true?" Nalan has been changed to call 'foster parent' of.
Owl steps meal, eyebrows to see her, and that deep eyes, with something of his inherent indifference, as if to take her as a whole person frozen. Nalan seen by his heart some panic, do not know this man - this man is about to become her husband, in the end is what kind of thoughts. Her light sip Min Chun, "Why do you look at me?"
"You're beginning to end, what in the end want?"
Owl quiet voice asked.
Nalan eyelashes tremble under, "I do not understand the meaning of such a question."
Owl deep eyes a bit. Suddenly raising his hand, ask her cheek.
That action turned out to be gentle, but, more so gentle, more so Nalan was appalled. Her shy owl on a pair of eyes, the next moment, looked away, trying to hide his hand, but, owl was pinch her chin, would not let her move.
"Your face, where is moved in the knife?" Asked out loud, sharp cold Owl sound a lot.
Strangling her chin in hand, strength is also a bit heavy.
"...... the original, you know." Nalan eyelashes shivering violently. In fact, not surprisingly, Owl is a very shrewd man, this little trick, where he will Mande Guo?
"Tell me about your purpose of it." Owl hands down, look between the more the cold. "Why I should think hard so close I? At all, to transform itself into another woman."
Nalan tragically looked at him, "Owl, in your opinion, what do you think would be my purpose?"
Owl look is always cold, "a woman's mind, I do not always bother to guess."
"You do not do not want to bother guessing, you simply do not want to even bother to feel!" Nalan sound of breaking Yang a little bit high, "I'm 16 years old, you saved my life in a chaos of war. I have no father no mother, cried and begged on his knees, you want to follow you, but you are to me is so cold, cruel to a 16-year-old girl is still dilapidated villages, do not hesitate to leave. "
"I saved you that I have great benevolence, you should not Bushihaodai."
"That being the case, why did lend a helping hand to rescue me? Lonely in the world live life, I would rather follow my parents died in the fire along with chaos, not to mention ...... you saved me, yet my heart, It was taken……"
Her last words, let the owl a slight frown.
Nalan hold up his hand, with a beat on his chest.Girl's eyes covered with a thin layer of fog, "you feel ...... here is a sincere heart! Owl, you are the first man I love, this life is my last love of a man ...... as long as you can and together, let alone lift a knife in the face, even kill me, my heart dig, dig my lungs, I'm also willing! so, when the foster parent, to be near you when , what should I hesitate? "
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