When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

The wind in winter was very strong, and the branches of poplar trees beside the bus stop in front of the hospital were blown messily, which added a bit of bleakness to this place full of life and death.

The green bus stopped steadily against the wind and stopped in front of the stop sign. Zuo Yin got off the bus wearing the Canada Goose padded jacket that Zuo Lan bought for her and carrying a pure black schoolbag.

She glanced at her mobile phone, and after confirming that she hadn't finished coming, she walked towards the hospital with a quick pace.

When Zuo Yin came out of the hospital yesterday, she felt uneasy when she thought of Shen Qingzi's hand with the needle stuck in it.

After confirming from Sun Yuqing that Zhou Lin and the others would not come to visit Shen Qingzi today, Zuo Yin simply skipped the morning class at school and made porridge at home for Shen Qingzi to take.

Although the atmosphere was still awkward when the two met yesterday, Zuo Yin still couldn't restrain her desire to visit Shen Qingzi.

One yard counts for one yard. When one's teacher is sick, it is only natural for students to visit him.

Zuo Yin wove a reasonable reason for himself in this way, and walked into the crowded elevator.

Zuo Yin came to Shen Qingzi's ward according to her memory, knocked on the door of her ward, and then carefully opened the door and walked in.

The warm air hugged her reddish cheeks blown by the wind, as if warmly welcoming her as an unexpected guest.

The ward in the single room was quiet and there was no sound. In the pure white environment, Shen Qingzi lay on the bed with her hands folded, her soft and long hair scattered on the pillow, her small face was calm and at ease, and the breath from her nose moved her. The cotton quilts rise and fall together, evenly and regularly.

Shen Qingzi fell asleep.

Zuo Yin's steps became lighter, and she walked to Shen Qingzi's bedside almost without making a sound.

The porridge that has just been boiled is placed in an insulated bucket, and the tightly packed porridge bucket is still warm when it is taken out of the insulated bag.

Zuo Yin didn't want to disturb Shen Qingzi's nap, she sat quietly on the stool next to Shen Qingzi's hospital bed, and touched the post-it note in the middle of her schoolbag.

She thought she would just sit here and wait for a while, and if Shen Qingzi still didn't wake up after 10 minutes, she would leave a note and leave.

The quiet Zuo Yin in the room just looked at Shen Qingzi who was asleep like this, and complained about "abnormal" to herself in her heart.

This was the first time she watched Shen Qingzi at such a close distance, even in the morning after that presumptuousness, Shen Qingzi never gave her such a chance.

The airtightness of the ward was very good, the windows blocked the sharp wind outside, and only let in the bright winter sun.

I don't know if it's because of the wind, but there are no clouds in the sky today, and the sun shines unreservedly into the world.

Bathed in such gentle warmth, Shen Qingzi even looked much better with the pale complexion that Zuo Yin saw yesterday.

It's just that the slightly pushed inward cheeks still look haggard.

She seemed to have just finished the infusion, and there was still a pure white medical tape on the back of her left hand.

Several brown needle holes were covered by tape, but Zuo Yin still remembered their locations, even if he couldn't see them, he still felt distressed.

Zhou Lin's words from yesterday rang in Zuo Yin's ears again, and guilt slowly permeated her.

She shouldn't choose to show her unreasonable thoughts to Shen Qingzi when she is the busiest, since she doesn't look very good physically.

Zuo Yin looked at Shen Qingzi's sleeping face, there was no wave between her brows, and there was a sense of relaxation in the fragile fragility.

She should be having a good dream.

Will there be myself in the dream?

Zuo Yin shook his head.

She might not bring Shen Qingzi a good dream.

Time passed silently, Zuo Yin saw that a quarter of an hour had passed on the phone.

Despite his reluctance, Zuo Yin felt that he couldn't stay any longer.

If he stayed any longer, how could Shen Qingzi tell her when she woke up? Could it be that he told her to watch her sleep for more than ten or even twenty minutes?

This is crazy.

Crazier than the kiss that night.

Zuo Yin stood up from the chair, her thin body blocked the sunlight from the window, Shen Qingzi seemed to feel the difference, she frowned slightly, and said from her tightly closed lips: "Hmm... ...?"

Zuo Yin immediately froze in place.

The sleeping Shen Qingzi slowly opened her eyes under her gaze.

When the girl in the black down jacket appeared in sight, Shen Qingzi was surprised.

The first second she saw Zuo Yin, she recognized who she was, and her calm and comfortable heart beat suddenly for no reason.

"Zuo Yin?" Shen Qingzi called out.

"En." Zuo Yin nodded.

There was an indistinguishable emotion in Shen Qingzi's eyes.

How did she come.

when did she come.

Did she see how I slept just now?

This unreasonable sense of tension is not like the usual feeling on weekdays, it is vaguely lingering in the heart, erratic, making it difficult to see clearly.

Because of this strange feeling, Shen Qingzi was completely awake.

She propped herself up and sat up from the bed, and asked, "Xiaoyin, why are you here?"

"I heard that Zhou Lin is on a business trip. The nurse is taking care of you today. I just wanted to bring you lunch. I heard from Sister Yuqing that she knew I was coming."

Zuo Yin had just finished explaining, but when she saw Shen Qingzi in sight, she burst into a smile.

This child's sentence was more than twice as long as any sentence she had ever said, and Shen Qingzi even felt that she had used up all the words she had for the day.

For some reason, Shen Qingzi's heart felt warm, making the peach blossoms in her eyes bloom angrily.

Her clear eyes curved into a smile, and she said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Then teacher, do you want to try it?" Zuo Yin asked, with some rare expectations in his eyes.

Shen Qingzi nodded decisively and said, "Okay, there are clean dishes in the cupboard."

Following Shen Qingzi's instructions, Zuo Yin took out a bowl, and then opened the lid of the thermos.

The already soft and sticky rice became more fragrant and soft after being stuffed in the heat preservation bucket, and the off-white wheat kernels exuded the sweetness of wheat, and Shen Qingzi took the porridge that Zuo Yin handed over, and was overwhelmed by the porridge The delicate fragrance that attracts and captures.

"Did you cook this?" Shen Qingzi asked.

"Yeah." Zuo Yin nodded, and added a sentence as if deliberately explaining, "My mother had stomach bleeding before, so I learned from Aunt Zhang to nourish the stomach."

Shen Qingzi nodded thoughtfully, and slowly ate a spoonful of porridge.

The porridge made by Zuo Yin is not like the kind Shen Qingzi made herself. It doesn't have too many skills, it is the simplest home-cooked porridge.

But Shen Qingzi ate slowly, and every mouthful she took into her stomach made her feel extra warm and satisfied.

She couldn't say it, no matter how she described it, she didn't think it was appropriate.

Just like that, Shen Qingzi ate half a bowl of porridge under Zuo Yin's gaze.

Zuo Yin didn't hear Shen Qingzi's evaluation of herself too much, but seeing Shen Qingzi eat the porridge she made for her one bite at a time, made her feel very satisfied.

Halfway through the meal, Shen Qingzi seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Zuo Yin who was helping her with cold porridge, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Zuo Yin shook her head, "No."

"Let's go together." Shen Qingzi moved her bowl away from the middle, gave way to Zuo Yin, and invited.

Shen Qingzi's voice was crisp and clear, as usual.

For a moment, Zuo Yin seemed to hear the sound of a crack that seemed to be melting and cracking on the ice surface in spring.

Zuo Yin didn't refuse either, and took a bowl for herself from the cabinet, and sat down in front of Shen Qingzi's bed table.

She didn't get too close to Shen Qingzi, but deliberately maintained a Chu River Han boundary with her.

Shen Qingzi noticed this detail, held the bowl in her hand and glanced at Zuo Yin, wanting to say something but felt that she was not qualified to say it.

Inexplicable emotions were messed up in a mess in my heart, and I couldn't figure it out.

Zuo Yin didn't like to talk at all, and the lunch between the two of them was extremely quiet, which seemed extraordinarily deserted in this large and empty single ward.

Shen Qingzi looked at Zuo Yin who was silently eating porridge, feeling depressed for no reason.

She seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from herself.

Shen Qingzi pondered for a while, and said: "The day before yesterday, my father came back from gathering with Mr. Xu and told me something very interesting. Do you want to hear it?"

Zuo Yin and Shen Qingzi asked in anticipation: "What?"

"They went to a village and were very thirsty at the time, thinking that the well water at the door could be drunk, so they dug some well water in front of a deserted house, but they didn't expect that the water was reddish brown. "Shen Qingzi said, "Then my father looked at this well and asked the passers-by why the water is red? Several people faltered and couldn't explain. Finally, my father came to the village head. I found out that this family moved the rocks behind the old house and angered the gods in the mountains. Not only was the water red like blood, but the family was also retribution. The youngest son, who has no father or mother, was taken by the crazy grandma..."

Shen Qingzi's voice had ups and downs, matching the atmosphere of this winter day, Zuo Yin sank into it unknowingly, completely immersed in the story Shen Qingzi described, and asked following her rhythm: "Then what happened afterwards? "

Shen Qingzi looked into Zuo Yin's eyes, her eyes were bent, and she said, "My father thought it was a feudal superstition, so he spent some money to have that person take him up the mountain with Teacher Xu."

Shen Qingzi glanced at Zuo Yin, and put the bowl in her hand on the table.

The white porcelain bowl hit the table and made a "da" sound, just like the Xingmu in the hand of a storyteller.

"On the mountain, my father and Mr. Xu discovered that the stone with red water is a rock with high iron content. When the water passed by the blasted stone when going down the mountain, red rusty water seeped out. My father It is speculated that the family happened to move those rocks when they opened the mountain, and the accident was purely coincidental."

It was obviously a strange talk, but in the end it turned into an exploration of science.

Zuo Yin felt a little dull for a moment, and half of his eyes were still bright.

Shen Qingzi also felt that what she was talking about was a little boring, and said: "Father and Teacher Xu found out that the blasted mountain rocks can be used to make paints, and I will bring you some when the time comes."

"Is it really possible?" Zuo Yin's eyes lit up again when he heard Shen Qingzi's words.

She knew that this kind of paint was usually very expensive, and she had always wanted to buy a few to try the feel, but she had no choice but to give up because her pocket was empty.

Shen Qingzi saw the stars shining again in Zuo Yin's eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised accordingly, "Of course."

It is true that she is not a good storyteller, but she is a good teacher who prefers her students.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingzi's eyes flashed a little thought-provoking light.

She remembered that she had answered Zhou Lin in the same way yesterday.

But to her, is Zuo Yin really just a "student" worthy of preference?

There was another doubt in Shen Qingzi's heart.