Smells

The smell of disinfectant filled the room, and the whiteness in front of him hurt Xiao Chen's eyes. Even though he had been lying in the hospital for two days, Xiao Chen still had a physical disgust for this place. The needles of white light pierced his eyes, draining his mind.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and turned over with difficulty while propping up his splinted arm, wanting to see the scenery outside the window.

The nurse walked into the room with the case sheet, saw his movement, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Mr. Xiao, you should be careful, this board was just uploaded yesterday."

Xiao Chen gave a low "um" and said, "I'll just turn over."

His voice was so low that the nurse couldn't hear him clearly, and he approached him and asked, "Are you so bored in the room that you want to go outside for a walk?" He gestured to hold Xiao Chen's uninjured arm, "I'll help you." Are you going out for a stroll?"

This nurse is very enthusiastic. To be honest, every nurse who comes to Xiao Chen's ward is very enthusiastic. There is no other reason, because Xiao Chen is good-looking.

On weekdays, he tends to be unkempt when he is busy with work, and it is not uncommon for him to not shave his beard for several days. People who know him well don't pay much attention to his good looks.

This time he fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, his face turned pale, and his facial features were extraordinarily three-dimensional, and his whole body was sickly, giving him a somewhat sickly youthful temperament.

Xiao Chen looks young, but he is actually 32.

Xiao Chen pulled out his arm from under the nurse's hand, with a faint smile on his mouth: "I just hurt my hand, and my leg can still move."

An old lady in the same ward joked: "If you hurt your hand, you need to help it. It's rare for us Xiao Liu to be so enthusiastic. How can you refuse, Xiao Chen?"

It can be heard that the old lady is deliberately joking. The old man is shrewd. He has been in the hospital for more than half a month and is familiar with the nurses here. How can he not see the small thoughts of these little girls.

The nurse blushed, upholding professionalism, politely and kindly asked Xiao Chen if he needed to adjust the angle of the bed.

Xiao Chen shook his head: "Thank you, this is fine now."

The nurse came in and wandered around before going out. The old lady laughed and gossiped: "Xiao Chen, I'm asking too much, how old are you this year, do you have a date?"

The old lady's face was white, but she was in good spirits. She had been chatting with Xiao Chen a lot these past two days.

"32." Xiao Chen said.

The old lady was a little surprised: "It's already thirty? Then you've already married, right?"

Xiao Chen was silent for a while, thinking about how to answer more accurately and what kind of answer fits his current situation.

After a while, he replied: "I was married and divorced not long ago."

"Divorced?" The old lady's eyes were wide open, she didn't know whether she was surprised that Xiao Chen was already over [-] when he looked young, or surprised that this young man got divorced at such a young age.

The old lady thought quickly, and immediately said: "If you are divorced, you are single! You can find someone else, I think our Xiao Liu is very good, the little girl is beautiful and can take care of others. "

Xiao Chen wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was indifferent, and the old lady could choke to death when he said the words: "Are you introducing someone who is divorced?"

One sentence blocked the old man's words.

To add insult to injury, someone came in. A lady in a long red dress came in from outside the house and said with a smile: "Introduce someone who is divorced. Isn't this a disaster for the little girl, old lady."

Xiang Lin was smiling at first, but when she saw the board clamped by the gauze wrapped around Xiao Chen's arm, the smile froze on her face.

"What's going on?" Xiang Lin's face became serious, and she walked to the hospital bed, "I thought you just touched it a little, why did you clamp the board?"

"Slight fracture." Xiao Chen said.

He is an architectural designer. He went to the construction site two days ago to take a look. He was hit by a board that fell from upstairs, which was not serious and slightly fractured his arm.

Fortunately, it's not serious, and it didn't hit a vital point.

Xiang Lin angrily took an orange into the shopping bag, and said in a low voice, "Are all the security guards at the scene eating rice? Don't you know how to investigate this kind of safety hazard?"

She painted the red nail polish of the same color as the dress, which made the back of her hands extremely white. With her long and slender fingers, she quickly peeled off the orange peel, and handed a piece to Xiao Chen's mouth.

Xiao Chen took the slice of orange with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Xiang Lin glanced at him, and the smile in her eyes contained some inexplicable emotions: "When you get divorced, you immediately start to avoid suspicion."

The orange was so sour that Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, and after swallowing it reluctantly, he said, "I never saw you being so considerate when we were together."

Xiang Lin laughed, this time for real, and stuffed the remaining oranges into her mouth in one go, without leaving a single petal to Xiao Chen.

"I want to be considerate of you, but I'm afraid I'll get a cold butt."

After all, she is a wealthy daughter, but Xiang Lin has never been a gatekeeper. She speaks directly, and she will not hold it up like other ladies of the family, and keep her dignity.

"The company is busy these days, and you broke your arm again. I will put my things in your place for a few days, and I will clean them up in a few days." Xiang Lin knew that Xiao Chen was sour by the orange just now, so she peeled it off for him again. a peach.

Xiao Chen said, "There's no rush, you can take it anytime."

The house was bought by Xiao Chen. Although Xiang Lin was not short of money, when the two got married, Xiao Chen still added her name to the house book.

Now that she is divorced, Xiang Lin doesn't want anything, she just wants to take away what belongs to her.

She had been married to Xiao Chen for two years, and it wasn't until she really broke up that she realized that the things that really belonged to her were the things she brought with her from the beginning.

She knew that these two years were nothingness and her self-deception, but she never regretted it.

Every step she takes in life will not make her regret it. Once she steps out, she steps out. The scenery that has passed by is gone. There is no need to be nostalgic, and it is enough to keep it in the bottom of my heart as the foundation of memories.

During the silence between the two, the old lady finally had a chance to intervene.

"You are Xiao Chen's—"

Xiang Lin thought that the old lady was really gossip, but with the most charming smile on her lips, she replied, "Ex-wife."

"Old lady, I advise you, don't introduce the little girl to our old Xiao casually." Xiang Lin cut the peeled peaches into small pieces and put them in the fruit plate, inserted two toothpicks into the top and handed them to Xiao Chen , "Old Xiao doesn't like little girls."

Xiao Chen glanced at her.

Xiang Lin put a piece of peach into her mouth, her eyes crooked with a smile: "Why, I can't do it to be honest, I'm just thinking about those little girls who are interested in you, don't be like me, Once you get in, you can't get out."

Xiao Chen was speechless, and ate the peaches in silence.

The peach flesh is tender, juicy and sweet.

"But don't say it yet." Xiang Lin said suddenly, "I feel that there are fewer and fewer girls hanging around with you these years. I think how many girls chased you in college back then. After class, the door of the classroom was full of A junior junior sister."

Xiang Lin raised her head slightly as she spoke, her eyes were shining brightly, she must have thought of her own youth, although there were traces of time in the corners of her eyes, they were bright and bright.

Xiao Chen looked at her quietly.

She is beautiful, both then and now.

Xiao Chen appreciates her natural self-confidence, even though he doesn't love her.

Xiao Chen responded, "I'm old."

Xiang Lin looked at him with a smile: "Yes, you are an old social animal. Look at you now, do you still look as handsome as you did back then, and there is no shadow left."

Xiang Lin has disliked Xiao Chen's rough life more than once. The architect is busy with work. It sounds like a decent job, but that is the setting that exists in idol dramas. It is common to work in this industry all night. Time is squeezed, and life is impossible to be refined.

Besides, Xiao Chen was originally a rough person.

Xiao Chen was a little tired leaning on the bed halfway, and pressed down: "I'll lie down for a while, my waist can't bear it."

"I said, Lao Xiao, you really should go to exercise after the board is removed. Don't get sick with this or that before you are old. You really become an uncle."

Xiao Chen closed his eyes. Last night, his arm hurt so much that he didn't sleep well all night. Hearing Xiang Lin's murmurs, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Another voice was vaguely heard, low and quiet, it was a man's voice.

There were rustling sounds in my ears, accompanied by murmurs, and a faint fragrance wafted from my nose.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a piece of gentle pink.

Like melted peach pulp, a very comfortable color.

"Sir, are you awake?" It was still the same quiet voice, but the timbre seemed to be clearer.

Xiao Chen was lying on his side on the bed, one arm holding the board was leaning against his side, and Xiang Lin's muttering echoed in his ears: "Did you fall asleep after so long?"

"Sorry, I disturbed you." The man's voice lowered a lot, and it reached Xiao Chen's ears like a feather flicking his ears.

Xiao Chen felt a faint fragrance emanating from the surroundings. He saw that the roses were placed on the bedside table, and concluded that the fragrance was not the smell of roses.

It smells good.

Xiao Chen felt that the pores all over his body were stretched, and the fragrance penetrated cunningly and gently, seeping into the blood and nerves.

In front of him was a large bouquet of pink roses, with a card inserted in the cluster, Xiao Chen caught a glimpse of the signature - Ding Zhaoqiu.

He was complaining in his heart how Ding Zhaoqiu gave him such a bouquet of flowers, which were still roses, when he turned to see the flower-giver, he was slightly taken aback.

He was a handsome handsome guy. When he looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his smile was bright and dazzling like the sun.

Dazzling, because Xiao Chen's eyes were all attracted by him.

During the three seconds of being absent-minded, he had already engraved this person's facial features in his mind.

That burst of fragrance should be emanating from this handsome guy, because when he stood up straight, Xiao Chen obviously felt that fragrance was far away from him, and the smell dissipated a lot.

The handsome guy looked quite young, his hair was shaved short, clean and fresh, and there was a short scar at the end of his right eye, and the freshness was inexplicably mixed with some ruffian.When he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved downward in a nice arc, so that the scar would not be so obvious.

The handsome young man was wearing a sports T-shirt with light-colored overalls underneath. He looked like a college student, but his features were mature and he didn't look immature. Xiao Chen couldn't guess his age.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Yu Ying was a little embarrassed, "I made too much noise."

He has thin lips, and when he smiled and pursed his lips slightly, he looked a little cool.

"No." Xiao Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and just now he disliked the bouquet of pink and tender flowers, but now he took the initiative to ask: "This flower is very beautiful, what kind is it?"

Xiang Lin's gaze turned to him involuntarily.

Yu Ying smiled slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his eyes became smaller, and he said, "Litchi Rose."