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Seeing her nod, he turned his back to her and squatted down. Song Shiwei was confused: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yanchen looked back at her: "Do you still want to leave by yourself?"

"Of course."

It was too embarrassing to be carried for a walk in the hospital by him. She pushed him up and said, "Help me, I can walk slower."

The two of them walked slowly along the central corridor of the hospital building. It was the break time after dinner, and many patients came out for a walk accompanied by their family members.

After walking around, Song Shiwei realized that she was still worrying too much. This was a general hospital, and there were injuries everywhere. Even if she was really carried out by him, no one would care at all.

When they reached the end of the circle, they stopped to rest. A kind-hearted old couple came over on the road leading to the outdoor terrace.

The two of them must be in their seventies or eighties, their hair is all gray, and they look like intellectuals of the older generation.

The old lady is sitting in a wheelchair. She is very thin but looks very energetic. She wears a pink rose flower on her head, as if she had just pinched it from the flower bed outside. The old grandfather was pushing her slowly from behind, while bending over to talk to her patiently with a smile.

Such a peaceful scene of mutual support is particularly peaceful and precious in a place like a hospital where life, separation and death are staged every day.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but follow the two people's backs for a long time, until the person next to her lowered her head and whispered in her ear: "When you get older, I will do the same to you."

She burst out laughing in an instant, and then looked sideways in displeasure: "Why didn't I push you?"

Ji Yanchen looked down at her face and suddenly smiled without meaning.

She asked: "Why are you laughing?"

He held her hand and said calmly: "Prosecutor Song is ready to grow old together with me. I'm happy."

It's his routine everywhere.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips, remembering the memes on the Internet, and gestured for him to come closer: "Well, I'll push you, I'll push you to watch me dance with other old men."

He half-smiled: "Then I'll smash your speakers."

She raised her lips lightly: "It's up to you, I won't have only one dance partner."

Ji Yanchen's hand gradually became stronger: "How many more do you want?"

She thought deeply: "At least seven, let's change them every day."

He said in a strange tone: "Where are the seven dwarfs? No wonder they like dancing so much."

Song Shiwei couldn't help laughing and choked him with a pretty face: "No matter how short you are, you are still taller than you sitting in a wheelchair."

He snorted arrogantly: "A prince sitting in a wheelchair is still a prince."

"It's so funny, how can there be such a dark prince like you?"

"Say it again."

"I said you, it hurts... be gentle... ugh... you are not black, you are the whitest!!!"

The two of them bickered all the way back to the ward. The father of the girl in the next bed also came after get off work. The family of three gathered around and happily ate fruit, and even gave Song Shiwei two green mangos with great kindness.

After washing, Ji Yanchen closed the curtain and spread the blanket on the escort bed. He saw that the person on the bed who had been chatting and laughing with him just now looked a little depressed.

When it was time to turn off the lights, he raised his hand and pinched her cheek, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Shiwei shook her head. She didn't want to say anything at first, but under his pressured gaze she finally spoke softly: "Did you ever stay in a hospital when you were a child?"

He recalled: "I once had a fever that didn't go away and I stayed there for a week."

"Are your parents coming to stay with you?" "Of course they are."

She asked with a troubled face: "Do you feel happy to be sick at that time? You don't have to go to school, you can eat whatever you want, and your parents will always be with you."

Ji Yanchen secretly rubbed his fingertips against her cheek, and chuckled: "No. Our family is very cold, and no one talks at home. Except when we are quarreling, the four of us can't even talk to each other."

Song Shiwei frowned and smiled: "Then do you feel depressed when you are at home?"

He calmly held her hand that was hanging by the bed and whispered, "I'm not depressed, and I talk less because of my personality, not because of the cold war."

"What about your sister?"

"She didn't live at home when she was a child, but at her grandfather's house. She didn't come back until she was in junior high school. She wasn't particularly close to her parents, and she talked less at home than I did."

Song Shiwei was slightly startled when she heard this. She knew very well what it felt like to be under someone else's roof. No matter how good the other person was to her, it was not her home after all.

After a long moment of silence, she asked softly: "Did she kiss you?"

Ji Yanchen sighed: "She also has a wild brother, and she is closer to him."

She had heard him talk about this person last time, so she shook his hand out of curiosity and asked, "Who is it?"

The lighting in the ward was turned off, and Ji Yanchen raised his hand to turn on a bedside wall lamp. The two of them talked quietly under the lingering dim light.

"He is the son of my parents' friend, who is the same age as me. His family has always lived close to mine, and we are very close to each other. They are childhood sweethearts."

Song Shiwei asked: "Then he should also be your friend, right?"

He hummed.

She pondered the hidden meaning of his words and tentatively asked: "Kiss and kiss?"

Ji Yanchen lowered his face and laughed at himself: "My sister confessed to him when she was in high school, but she was rejected."

After a pause, he continued, "But I don't want them to be together either."

"why?"

Song Shiwei lay on her side on the bed and looked at him, "Are you afraid that they will be embarrassed if they don't make it to the end because they are too familiar?"

"The two of them are not suitable for each other. My sister is very quiet and taciturn, and she feels easy to bully. But her brother is special."

His expression was slightly condensed, as if he was considering his words, "To attract bees and butterflies."

Song Shiwei remembered that Song Qingyu had once commented on him like this, and couldn't help but laugh: "How capable is he?"

He lay down on the escort bed and faced her direction: "He has the kind of physique that is naturally very popular. The little girls in their community have given him candies and flowers since he was a child, and even the guard's dog is particularly fond of him. It got worse after I went to school, and he had so many ex-girlfriends that I can’t even remember their faces.”

Song Shiwei curled her lower lip: "But since you said the two of them are closer, then he must be very good to his sister, right?"

"Yes, very good. Sometimes even I feel ashamed."

Ji Yanchen said with emotion, "He has good grades. He taught my sister all the science subjects from junior high school to the college entrance examination. She broke her leg in middle school, and he carried her to and from school every day during those two months. When she was a child, she was withdrawn and had few friends, and she had no friends at home. Her relationship is average, he took care of her during the years I joined the army."

Song Shiwei's eyes dimmed slightly, and she nodded thoughtfully: "Then no wonder she likes him. If it were me, I should do the same."

A beam of light suddenly shines in the gloomy life. Let alone a teenage girl, even an adult cannot resist this sense of redemption.

Ji Yanchen said softly: "I understand, but I don't support it. I don't want my sister to be upset in the future because her partner is so good with the opposite sex. But my sister is not his type, so it's not my turn to express my opinion on this matter. .”