The actor's little sweetheart is soft and flirtatious

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"Zhi Zhi?" Book love was in a trance for a moment, he looked at the little boy on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and hesitated: "Is he... Zhi Zhi?"

After the words fell, he was slightly taken aback.

Why did he say "yes"?Do they know each other?

Of, of...

This name... so familiar.

The old man was taken aback again, "You don't know him?"

Bo Qing shook his head first, then nodded again, his delicate little face looked a little bewildered.

The old man waved his hand, signaling him to sit down beside him.

"Don't be nervous, let's chat casually." Seeing Boqing sitting obediently, he smiled slightly, "Do you remember where you live?"

That benevolent look was completely different from when he scolded the young couple earlier.

After thinking about it, I shook my head.

"Where's the family?"

I thought about it again, and shook my head.

The old man frowned: "Do you remember or not?"

Boqing replied obediently: "I don't remember."

His voice was very soft, his expression was good-looking, and he was good-looking. The old man couldn't help but secretly sighed: It's a pity that such a good boy turned out to be a bad-minded one.

Seeing that his gaze never left the little boy, the old man's gaze was unconsciously soft: "Did you come to see him on purpose?"

Book love was silent, shaking his head: "I don't know."

The old man was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing: "Yes, yes, no, no, why don't you know?"

Boqing turned to look at him with a serious expression: "I came here just walking."

Before the old man could speak, he said softly again: "I will never forget the way his face was covered in blood and fell to the ground."

The old man's face changed slightly: "You mean, when that vicious woman poked it with scissors, did you see it?"

"I see," Boqing's clear eyes showed a blank look again, as if he said to himself: "I want to protect him, but I can't walk, I want to help him up, but I still can't walk, I can't forget the way his face was covered with blood, and the faces of all the people on the street were indifferent, and I was a little scared, so I walked here."

The old man was silent. If he still had some doubts about the matter of being out of his mind in the relationship, after listening to the other party's incoherent words, the last doubt was gone.

He patted his head lovingly, "A good boy is not afraid, if you don't mind, you can call me Grandpa Fu."

The book is very cute: "Grandpa Fu."

The sound of "Grandpa Fu" was even more pleasant than expected. Fu Tinghe nodded in satisfaction, rolled his eyes, and a thought popped up.

He smiled: "Son, where are you going to go next?"

Dazed: "I don't know."

Fu Tinghe changed the subject: "Do you like it?"

Looking at the little boy on the hospital bed, Bo Qing nodded, "I like it."

I don't know why, but he really likes it.

Fu Tinghe was even more satisfied, "Then... why don't you stay with her?"

The book lover opened his mouth: "Okay..." Ah.

"boom--!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the ward was knocked open, and then, a strong wind blew in.

The blowing made the furnishings in the house rattle.

Fu Tinghe frowned, stood up and walked to the door to look around.

The corridor was empty and there was no one there.

He muttered: "It's really weird..."

Inside the house, a soft cold wind suddenly blew past the book's ears.

"I can't promise him..."

As the cold wind blew by, he seemed to hear a faint voice.

He was startled, and looked around the room, but he didn't find the fourth person.

"what happened?"

Fu Tinghe closed the door and walked over, "Did you find something?"

The book paused, then shook his head slowly.

Inexplicably, he didn't mention the "auditory hallucination" just now.

Fu Tinghe didn't see any strangeness in him, and looked at him expectantly: "Then would you like to stay with him?"

Can't promise him...

The voice he just heard suddenly flashed in the book's mind.

The voice was very young, and it seemed to be in the period of voice change. The important thing was that this voice seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him silent for a while, Fu Tinghe asked again: "Is there any trouble?"

Boqing looked up at him.

The old man's hair is a little gray, but he is very energetic and has a kind face. Most importantly, from the first time he saw him, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

This time he didn't hesitate, and said softly, "I am willing, I am willing to stay with you."

Fu Tinghe nodded happily: "Good boy, really good boy."

The two then chatted for a while, and Bo Qing felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, so he couldn't help but yawned a little.

Seeing this, Fu Tinghe asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Book Qing hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "A little bit." In fact, it was more than a little bit, his eyelids sank a little more in just one sentence, his little head nodded again and again, and finally he couldn't hold back and lay on the sick bed directly. He fell asleep beside the bed.

"Book of love..."

"Book of love..."

In sleep, faint calls became more urgent.

who?Who is calling?

Boqing's eyelids moved.

"Book of love..."

"Book of love..."

Who is the book?

"Book, wake up..."

Bo Qing frowned, and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be so heavy that he couldn't open them at all.

"Wake up, book lover, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, it will be too late..."

Who are you?

The book's small mouth opened slightly, talking silently in sleep.

Who is the book?

"The book is you, you must remember, you are the book, the book is you, you must remember..."

The faint voice gradually faded away.

Bo Qing suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel his heart constricted for a while, he took a deep breath, and found himself lying on the bed after a while.

The room is very dark, only the electronic clock on the wall is flashing a faint red light.

Boqing blinked, and after getting used to the darkness, he was about to get out of bed when he caught a glimpse of a short figure standing on the other side of the bed out of the corner of his eye.

scare--!

Seeing such a figure suddenly in the dark, he almost fell out of bed in fright.

He supported the bed with his bare feet, a little frightened: "Who, who is there? You were the one talking just now?"

The black shadow in the darkness didn't make a sound, and the two of them remained in a stalemate for a while, when the black shadow suddenly moved to the other side.

"Snapped……"

A soft sound.

Lights came on inside the house.

The sudden light was a bit dazzling, and I squinted my eyes, only then did I see that the black shadow turned out to be a little boy.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you awake?"

The little boy's face was still pale, and his immature voice was a little cold: "Who are you?"

After a pause for a while, he suddenly remembered the urgent voice in his dream, and he opened his mouth: "Bo... Qing, my name is Bo Qing."

Little boy: "Are you the nurse here?"

Care workers?

Boqing blinked blankly, "What is a nurse?"

The little boy frowned, "You are not a nurse, why are you here?"

"Grandpa Fu asked me to stay with you," Boqing found his shoes beside the bed, and explained while putting them on, "but I accidentally fell asleep."

After putting on the shoes, I walked towards the little boy, looked at the gauze oozing blood on his forehead, and said softly, "What do you think? Does your head still hurt?"

Maybe his voice was too soft and sweet, or maybe he looked too cute and innocent, the little boy pursed his lips, his voice was no longer so cold, but the words he said made people feel distressed for no reason.

"I can't die," he said.

Bo Qing looked at the little puppet he was holding in his arms, couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch his head, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he finally put his hand down, "I'm sorry."

The little boy didn't know why, "Why?"

Boqing's voice was very low: "I watched you get hurt, but I couldn't help you, I'm sorry."

The little boy was slightly startled, "Have you seen it all?"

"Yes." Book Qing nodded slightly, "I see."

After a moment of silence, the little boy turned around and climbed back to the bed without saying a word, and lay down with his back to him.

Book love was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to follow or not.

"none of your business."

After a long time, the little boy's faintly choked voice suddenly sounded.

"I know they don't like me, it's none of your business."

After saying this, the little boy stopped talking, but shrugged his thin shoulders.

He is crying.

This cognition made Boqing's heart tighten suddenly.

He walked lightly in front of the boy, squatted down and looked at his black eyes soaked in tears, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly: "They don't like you, I like you."

The little boy stared blankly at his star-like eyes, "Why?"

Boqing rolled his eyes, "There is no reason, if you like it, you just like it."

After a pause, he blinked at him: "Then...do you like me?"

The little boy paused, grabbed the puppet in his hand, his cheeks were a little pink, "I don't like it."

Bo Qing wrinkled his nose, "Why?"

The little boy suddenly turned his back to him, and the voice that came over was a little muffled: "There is no reason."

After a pause, "I'm going to sleep, turn off the light."

Bo Qing stared at the back of his head for a full ten seconds, then suddenly bent his lips and smiled silently.

So cute.

It's so cute.

The next day, one of them opened his eyes and saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed propping his chin.

Seeing that he woke up, the boy showed two cute little canine teeth: "Good morning."

Zhi Zhi rubbed his sleepy eyes, and his mind became dull for a second, "Morning...good morning."

After a pause, he suddenly woke up, and said coldly, "What are you doing sitting here?"

From a little dazed to a momentary cold face, this change is inexplicably cute, and Bo Qing blinked: "I'm guarding you."

Zhizhi turned his head slightly: "Don't treat me like a child, I don't need you to guard me."

Boqing moved his face closer, and said "Oh" as if he had discovered some new world: "You laughed."

The corners of Zhizhi's slightly raised mouth suddenly flattened: "You read it wrong!"

With this arrogant and awkward appearance, Bo Qing felt that he was cute more and more, and couldn't help poking his cheek with his hand, and said softly, "It's so cute."

Zhi Zhi's body froze, and he suddenly grabbed the slender fingers that poked his face, and his whole body seemed to be in a low pressure in an instant, "What did you say?"

Book love hasn't noticed his strangeness yet, "I said you are so cute."

Zhizhi clenched his fists tightly, grabbed the puppet and rudely shook him off and jumped off the bed, then rushed out the door with his bare feet like a gust of wind.

This sudden change made Bo Qing stunned, he got up and chased after a while, "Your injury is still not healed, don't run so fast."

Zhizhi ran very fast, and the small figure reached the end of the corridor in a flash, angrily: "Don't worry about it!"

In the next second, the small figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

His figure disappeared from his sight, and the heart suddenly felt uneasiness. He quickened his pace to chase after him, and his voice was faintly anxious: "Ah, ah, you wait for me..."