After a long time, the movement outside stopped... Shu Jing and Lin Weilan were so thrilling that she heard it through a door, as if she was afraid that her daughter would suffer a loss. Her red eyes stared at the door handle and did not dare to relax. But she never thought that she would hear such an ending. Huo Siran got up and slammed the door and went out, and everything became calm.

Her chest was stuffy and the air was so quiet that she could hear the clocks outside walking. Lin Weilan waited for a long time and finally couldn't sit still.

Her face turned slightly pale, and she walked over and held the door handle and opened the door - the fragments of the ground and the collapsed wooden door were still there.

Lin Weilan walked out a little and saw the sad and bloody figure leaning against the cabinet.

The tiny man was also standing there. When he raised his eyes and saw Lin Weilan coming out, he couldn't help but cry. He cried little by little, and tears fell down his cheeks as big as a palm.

Lin Weilan suddenly felt heartbroken and heartbroken.

She turned her eyes away, endured the soreness and pain in her eyes, and went to the balcony to get a broom and dustpan to pack up the pieces and throw them into the trash can and wiped the table. Her hands were shaking along the way. She used to feel that her daughter looked like herself everywhere, but she lacked some backbone and dared not resist when she was bullied. She didn't even dare to speak loudly, which made people become more angry the more they looked at her. But now she felt that she had it, but she just didn't get it easily, especially in front of the person she felt it was very important and could not bear to hurt.

That Hosran...

It’s not that I have no feelings for her, right?

Lin Weilan turned her head and said with red eyes and trembling, "Are you hungry? I want to eat something, mom will make it for you."

She cried even louder, raised the back of her hand and covered her mouth, tears flowing all over her hands and face.

Lin Weilan has no choice but to clean up the evil she has done. She held back her tears and took the trauma bag from the drawer. She sat on the sofa and waved to her little daughter, signaling her to sit over. While talking to her softly, she pulled down the thin strap on her shoulder. The scars were all over her eyes. She wiped the alcohol cotton balls little by little, and her daughter hid in her arms and cried, just like when she fell down when she was a child, she cried home with a bicycle. A little bit of it hurts in her heart.

At noon, Lin Weilan went to the room to take a look. She applied the medicine and didn't sleep well. She lay down on her single bed. She was afraid of getting infected with a high fever, so Lin Weilan went in and touched her forehead a few times. At least she didn't have a fever. She was relieved and went out to buy vegetables.

I slept until the sunset was setting, and I woke up from my dreams, and when I woke up, I was wet on my pillow.

Lin Weilan had already cooked the dishes and waited for her to get up. When she saw the small figure wearing a cotton nightgown, she was dazed and pulled her slippers out of it. Her face was always lazy and calm. She lowered her eyes and said hoarsely: "Come and have a meal."

She walked over and pulled her head to look at the dishes, and her little hand reached over with a stern face: "There is braised fish..."

Lin Weilan frowned and hit her with chopsticks: "Wash your hands first."

Actually, my fingers had touched the sauce, and I retracted it and sucked it. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands. My eyes were so swollen that I washed it with cold water many times before I felt more comfortable.

While serving soup, Lin Weilan said, "Do you remember that I told you that distant cousin? The one in Texas, she also married a soldier. She always told me that she could not meet a few times a year. When she met, she went home to see her parents like routine, tease her children, and give her family some subsidies. She couldn't help with anything else, and her relationship was not deep. More importantly..." Lin Weilan sighed and tried hard to stretch her eyebrows and said, "It's impossible to communicate. The soldiers' thoughts are too rigid. After staying in the army for a long time, they always feel that women only have to obey and disobey for them. Where can they learn those tactful places? So there are benefits and disadvantages. At least you are good to him, he can feel that they will always be loyal and responsible and not afraid of messing around; and the bad ones will be too many..."

Lin Weilan didn't say the following words. She didn't say them because she believed that it was only a few months before, and her daughter must have experienced much deeper experience than her.

really.

The chopsticks that Lin Yitong held in her small hand had already started to tremble. She picked up the braised fish several times but couldn't get into her bowl. Her eyes were blurred.

Lin Weilan softened her tone and said, "I will spend the next few days with my mother. I will make a decision after thinking it through. Don't be afraid, don't regret it, do you know?"

She nodded, tears fell into the bowl, and ate it with the rice.

The phone in her bag rang, and she was stunned for a moment. She wiped her tears gently and took it to the dining table to pick it up. Lin Weilan saw that her face was normal, but as she listened to Lin Yitong's movements slowed down. After listening, she still said hoarsely with a strong nasal voice: "Well, okay. I understand."

"Whose phone number?" Lin Weilan asked worriedly.

Her little face, like a green mountain after the rain, raised up and said, "Our director."

Lin Weilan nodded and did not ask again.

Lin Yitong hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the bowl and continued to cook the rice. She did not lie. The phone call was indeed called by Director Qin, and as for the content, she would not say it. She just seemed to have a trance and understood after sleeping. It turned out that this person meant great blessing in his life. Now that he has left, she knows how thin and helpless she is.

Fucking fuck**

Song Yi was awakened when she was sleeping in broad daylight. She opened the door impatiently with a hint of getting up. When she opened the door, she saw the soft and obedient figure standing in front of her.

Song Yi frowned and was confused. He glanced at the clock and said, "What are you doing? Are you skipping work again?"

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, she was sleeping on shift.

Her face was slightly pale, but she smiled sweetly, walked in with her hands behind her back and looked like she was not going to leave, patted her on the shoulder and said, "You go and continue sleeping, I'll stay there."

Song Yi was stunned. After closing the door, she saw her really go to the small sofa in her rental house and stayed there.

"Hey," she went over and poked her, "The water dispenser is there, I want to drink the boiled ones myself and go to the gas stove. I'm so sleepy that I really don't have time to care about you, you're fine."

She hugged her pillow and nodded.

Song Yi turned her head and went to sleep again, but thinking something was wrong, she frowned and turned around and said, "What the hell do you say? How can I sleep if you don't tell me?"

She sighed softly and said, "I was suspended from my salary. Director Qin called me last night and told me that I didn't have to come here again today. He said that one of the vice president's nieces was going to be in the cardiothoracic surgery department for a period of time. I guess they would stay after the internship and asked me to prepare and find another way out as soon as possible."

Song Yi was shocked.

"Vice Dean? Who?" She walked over and covered her hands on the sofa, "She was so brave that she was ambitious. I wonder who your husband is?"

A word woke up from the dreamer. Lin Yitong thought blankly that she had never thought that even her life was influenced by him. She had thought so naively that it was just a marriage certificate, and that he only wanted her people. It was not. What he wanted was her life in the future.

Her little hands gently clasped the pillow, and she sat up, and her long black seaweed-like hair fell to her waist, "Well. I was thinking, maybe I felt that I was so valued in the past was an hallucination, but the reason was only his."

Song Yi was completely awake now and leaned down and asked, "Are you quarreling?"

She didn't say anything. Song Yi didn't even dare to ask again. It seemed that it was much more serious than the quarrel. If it was a bit serious, it was a breakup?

I was so tired after returning from duty, but after a few hours in the middle of the night, I suddenly became sleepy again. Song Yi put her nightgown and sat on the sofa with her and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Her soft white fingers gently tapped the little flower protruding on the pillow, remembering the bitter cry yesterday, thinking of her sour and aggrieved feeling like she was surging before the outbreak, thinking of Hosran's painful but cold and heartless eyes, I just felt very painful in my heart. Now that I woke up from my dream, it still hurts.

"Director Qin still treats me with heart, so he kindly told me the truth. I... don't want my mother to know, so I stay with you for a while, think about what work I want to do, and then go out to find it."

Song Yi frowned: "Don't you continue to be a nurse? I told you that my grandmother just opened a private clinic, why don't you go and help?"

She raised her eyes and looked over softly, and Song Yi felt embarrassed. To be honest, the clinic can accommodate patients with multiple diseases. Her grandmother is more than enough to work with a few old colleagues, and she can't afford to hire a nurse at all.

Just as he thought of a little hand, he gently covered her hand and shook her hand. He looked up and saw the man's sweet smile: "Thank you, but there is no need. I will lend your sofa to a day. You go to bed, and when you wake up, I will know what to do."

Song Yi had to nod, but how could she not know how bad the employment of a local national institution like C City is? Either you have power or you have money. A primary school teacher must prepare 200,000 to 300,000 to get guaranteed, let alone them?

As soon as Song Yi left, the little man's hard shell seemed to be broken, and his soft long arms were tightly clutching the pillow, as if he wanted to try to absorb some warmth. She has been walking very smoothly since graduation, because when she ran into such a person, how could the road he paved for her be difficult?

Now that this shell has been stripped off, her weakness has been exposed.

...

When he went to the vice president's office in person to discuss the distribution issue in the afternoon, Qi Yuan was next to him.

A very neat and capable woman, who is in her forties and fifties, still maintains a perfect body proportion. She stood up and poured water to drink and looked at Lin Yitong coldly. The little girl was calm.

"The army branch has a need, so we can't send people, right? A group of students have to squeeze into the military district general college. How many people can squeeze in? Yes?" Another vice president spoke in a tone and threw a piece of information to her. "Look, this army branch is far away near Lin County, but the treatment is pretty good."

Far.

It's really far. It's one or two hours away from the city. The area division is still under the county control. But apart from this, everything else is fine.

With her little hand gently closed the information, she said crisply: "I'm willing to go."

Qi Yuan was drinking water and suddenly coughed. Unexpectedly, she agreed so quickly. She raised her eyes and looked at her with a cold and shock in her eyes - she was really open-minded.

Another vice president also had his eyebrows pounding, took back the information and weighed it and said, "Then I'll contact me, and you go back and say hello to your director first."

The slender girl nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, said with a sincere look, "Thank you, Vice President" and walked out of the office. She thought clearly that if she had not met Hosran, her journey would be so difficult, so what's the point of mind? Besides, it's just that she is far away from home and the facilities are worse. What's the difference?

It’s not that I can’t do anything else. It’s just that she likes this industry so much.

The vice president frowned and pointed at the table, looking at Qi Yuan with some concern: "Are you sure it's okay to do this?"

Qi Yuan's face turned red when he was choked, he covered his mouth and nose, and looked at him coldly: "Do your thing."

The slim girl went back to the clinic and packed her things, said hello to Director Qin before handing over. The young nurse who was more talkative in class couldn't understand why she had to leave suddenly. She smiled sweetly, dimples were deeply, and she handled the patient and the matter to be handed over with briskly and confidently, and picked up the box containing her personal belongings and walked out.

There is plenty of sunshine outside, like a new life.

From then on, she is strong and unwilling to do anything in the future. No matter how much pain she has hurt him, she will be an independent and self-reliant person in the future.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she heard the vibration in her pocket. She picked it up and looked at the unfamiliar number. After answering it, her face changed slightly. She looked back at the direction of the cardiothoracic surgery ward building and said softly: "Okay, I'll go now, aunt, please wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, the figure hurriedly ran out, stopped the car on the street with the thin sweat, and galloped toward somewhere with the box.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Zhuang Jingyan was almost crying on the phone, saying that she could not contact Gu Jingsheng for a few days, and asked Lin Yitong where he was in City C.

They were inconvenient to walk away, so she responded and went to find her in person.

Fortunately, she still remembered the vague address and house number of the apartment building. After she arrived, she suppressed the sweat all over her body, suppressed her fear, and knew clearly what she was doing. When Huo Siran told her that day, she suddenly understood what kind of existence Gu Jingsheng had always been in her heart.

The little hand trembled and put down the box next to it, knocked on the door, and then knocked on the door, and no one inside responded.

But the safe door is open, so no one should be at home.

Taking a breath, the mist appeared in her eyes under her slim eyelashes, and she spoke softly: "Jing Sheng."

"Jing Sheng, it's me."

"Please open the door, I know you're inside."

Somehow there was no movement inside. She gritted her teeth and couldn't help calling the police for a moment, saying that her key could not be opened. Maybe she was robbed by a thief. The nearby police arrived soon. She took out a key and couldn't open the door. The police also narrowed her eyes and doubted. She immediately found an expert in prying the door. After a few strokes, she pried open the inside. Not only did it have a lock, but only one door lock was installed.

The moment the door lock opened with a "clang", the policeman's eyes became sharp and solemn. He stared at her and asked her for an explanation. However, the tiny girl actually threw a grateful look on him, pushed the door open and walked in, and it seemed a little choked because of the dust inside. The window was closed, and the curtains tightened. There was no trace of sunlight outside. She suffocated for a while and turned to the police and said, "I'll go back and record with you later, but I have urgent matters now, so please wait for me, just do it all right away."

After saying that, she walked in and closed the door. Sure enough, she found Gu Jingsheng who was sleeping dejectedly against the window in the corner of the balcony.

At that moment, her legs became weak and her little hands trembled and clenched.

He seemed to be asleep.

It was like I was sleeping and never woke up again.

I don’t know how many days he disappeared, maybe not long before, only two or three days, but it was enough for his father and mother to be anxious. Lin Yitong saw that his clothes were the same set he had in the hospital that day. His black shirt was unbuttoned, his beard grew wildly, and even his hair was covered in dust.
To be continued...