Laughing astray

Chemotherapy started to work. Ji Yun started to have a fever at night. A few nurses came to draw blood for tests, and the results came out quickly. Cong Xiao received a call from the hospital in the middle of the night. Came to the hospital.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much," Yan Zihan parked the car, held Cong Xiaoyi who was sitting nervously on the seat, and gently exerted force, "After chemotherapy, the white blood cells in the body will decrease, and people's immunity will decrease. Get up and you'll be fine."

"Yeah." Cong smiled and nodded.

When he arrived at the hospital, the little nurse had already pushed Cong Jiyun into the isolation ward, "The patient's physical condition, we used chemotherapy once a month, a total of 12 times, but now the patient's immunity is very low, if every time the white blood cells If the drops are severe, the chemotherapeutic drugs may be pushed back, and the purpose of entering the isolation ward is to allow the patient to recover faster, and also to prevent the cold from getting worse, family members should not worry too much!" The little nurse took the two of them to the door of Ji Yun's room Before, "It stands to reason that visits are not allowed now. During the day, you two can only enter one person at a time. After the patient's white blood cells come up, they will be transferred to the general ward."

Cong Xiaoyi looked in through the small window above the door. Since Ji Yun was already asleep, and the accompanying aunt was sitting and watching TV, Yan Zihan explained a few words to the nurse and walked out with Cong Xiaoyi, "Tomorrow Come and take a look after class, there won't be any major problems."

"Yeah." Cong Xiao nodded, and took Yan Zihan's hand beside him, "I'm too busy, I ran over here in a hurry."

"You're even more uneasy if you come here." Yan Zihan smiled, "Do you remember the question I asked you earlier?"

"what is the problem?"

"Go and see... your brother?"

Cong Xiao stopped walking, turned his head to look at Yan Zihan who was holding his hand tightly, a sense of loss suddenly rose in his heart, even if they were holding each other tightly, he also found that sense of loss that would leave at any time, and Cong Ji Like the cloud.

"Fool." Yan Zihan patted Cong Xiaoyi's head, and gently hugged him in his arms. "I know what you're thinking, I won't go."

"Yeah." Cong Xiao hugged Yan Zihan once, and smelled the smell of Yan Zihan's body near the tip of his nose, "You can't leave even if you want to."

"Yes." Yan Zihan laughed a few times, "How can I not want such a large piece of gold here?"

April is not busy for Cong Xiaoyi, but it is relatively busy. Since the day I promised Yan Zihan to see Bai Shaorong on the 16th, Cong Xiaoyi counted the time with his fingers every day. What, there are expectations and fears.

One week after the school celebration was the second anniversary of Bai Shaorong, what Cong Xiao had to do every day was to go to the piano room to practice piano with Yan Zihan. The feeling of missing was brought into full play by Cong Xiaoyi, even if Yan Zihan was only standing outside the door, Cong Xiaoyi inside the door would feel uneasy.

Can't find Cong Xiao at noon, Wang Bin is used to it, being surrounded by two people who are in love makes him feel a little tired of breathing.

"Brother Xiao!" Wang Bin called to stop Cong Xiaoyi who had stood up and was about to leave.

"Why?" Cong Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Do you not love me anymore?" Wang Bin slumped on the seat, "I have been eating by myself for a few days!"

"Ah... Where's Xiao Yuyu?" Cong Xiaoyi looked around the classroom, and Ma Xuanyu had already disappeared earlier than him.

"You finally found out!" Wang Bin patted the table lightly, "Yang Yi sends him bentos with love every day, and I don't even have the chance to feast my eyes."

"Really?" Cong Xiaoyi leaned against the classroom door and tapped one foot, "Then stop watching."

"You can step back!" Wang Bin waved his hand.

"By the way!" Cong Xiao stepped back from the classroom within two steps, grinning and said, "I have never loved you, I love someone else."

"Go away!" Wang Bin roared.

Yan Zihan helped Cong Xiaoyi to correct a few notes, and sat beside Cong Xiaoyi with his arms folded, "It's just a matter of practicing, it's not a competition, as long as you can play it smoothly."

"I'm ready!" Cong Xiaoyi stretched his waist and stretched his sore fingers.

"First?" Yan Zihan raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"I want to amaze the audience, and I have to keep my name before graduation." Cong Xiaoyi took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the time.

"Is the little piano prince Cong Xiaoyi?" Yan Zihan laughed.

"It's stupid!" Cong Xiao glanced at his mouth in disgust, "I'm also a little prince without the piano."

Cong Xiao called up the recording interface on his mobile phone, put it on the piano, took a deep breath, "I want to record a sound."

"Okay." Yan Zihan nodded.

"You don't ask me why?" Cong Xiao pouted and looked at Yan Zihan.

Yan Zihan knew what Cong Xiaoyi was thinking. After all, he had lived a few years longer than Cong Xiaoyi, so he nodded with a smile, "Auntie should like it."

"Ah." Cong Xiao stretched out his hand to cover Yan Zihan's mouth, "Don't have to say it."

Cong Xiaoyi felt that his face was a little hot. This was the first time he wanted to give something to someone. It was very special for Cong Ji Yun who was undergoing chemotherapy in the hospital. His relationship with Cong Ji Yun could become pure like it is now. It's not easy, Cong Xiao thought about it for several days, the lost and regained family affection is very important to him, and Cong Jiyun is also very important to him.

"You look a lot like Auntie." Yan Zihan ducked back, wrinkled his nose, "I don't even admit it."

"Yeah." Cong Xiao put his fingers on the keys, "But I'm too afraid of losing it now."

"No." Yan Zihan put one arm around Cong Xiaoyi's waist.

Cong Xiaoyi thought about what to play for a long time, and the first note that popped out when he pressed his fingertips caused ripples in Cong Xiaoyi's heart. Yan Zihan listened quietly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the Cong Xiaoyi sat beside him concentrating.

It was Bai Shaorong who played the tune before.

For Cong Xiaoyi, Ji Yun and Bai Shaorong were both pain and joy. They were stuffed into his heart and buried a little bit of soil before, but now they have to be dug out bit by bit by himself, but after that, they are more nostalgic.

The quiet sound of the piano stopped abruptly the moment the phone rang, and Cong Xiao frowned, "Ah...it was recorded in vain."

"Who is it?" Yan Zihan picked up the phone, "Song Haozhe."

"Damn..." Cong Xiao tapped the keys, "Why am I panicking?"

"Take a look."

Song Haozhe didn't say anything chillingly, he simply said something on the phone and then hung up, Cong Xiao pressed the hang up button, holding the phone tightly in his hand, Yan Zihan didn't say anything, quietly waiting for Cong Xiao's reaction.

"Grass." Cong Xiao cursed.

"Bai Jingguo found it."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow...should continue the day after tomorrow!Continue to 2000 first, so I am busy this week.Refill.