BXBX NOVEL Chapter 157: I teach you
She thought of the person from Nan's family who gave her snacks, and then thought of Nan Jin, and a guess suddenly appeared in her mind.
dong dong.
The door of the ward was knocked, and the slight sound woke up Nan Jin who was in a light sleep.
It was the nurse who came in and put a new bottle of drip on him.
"You look in good spirits." The nurse greeted people as usual.
Murong Qiao bribed a nurse and asked the nurse to chat with Nan Jin a lot. In the past two days, this nurse had been talking with Nan Jin, and the two gradually became acquainted.
"Ahem." Nan Jin was about to answer, but the sound of a heavy cough reached her mouth first.
The nurse was not surprised by such a scene, and handed Nan Jin a handkerchief.
"Thank you." Nan Jin thanked politely and took the handkerchief.
"Why didn't anyone come to see you?" the nurse asked him.
Nan Jin shook her head, as if she didn't want to say more.
"Does the family not know about your situation?" The nurse pretended to be curious and immediately picked up Nan Jin's past memories.
He smiled wryly, without nodding or shaking his head.
"Almost," Nan Jin sighed, "I felt that I made a mistake, so I came out alone."
"I used to treat my sister very badly. I didn't have any care and concern for her as a brother. I was confused and didn't know what I was doing." Nan Jin said word by word, her eyes wandered somewhere, unconsciously trapped in memory.
In the past at the Nan family, Nan Jin was also one of the members who bullied Nan Qiao. Even Nan Zhi, relying on his liking, did a lot of things that made things worse for Nan Qiao.
Nan Jin didn't care about these at the time.
"Once I saw that my sister hadn't eaten, I quietly hung snacks at her door." Nan Jin felt guilty again when she thought of that incident. "But I didn't notice that the snack was expired. As a result, she went to the toilet the next day and had diarrhea, and she was very uncomfortable."
At that time, he didn't expect that there would be problems with the snacks, but in the end, his kindness made Nan Qiao miserable.
Even thinking about it now, Nan Jin still thinks it's her fault.
If I had been more careful at the time, how could my sister suffer so much?
The nurse didn't say anything, and quietly listened to Nan Jin's story about his past.
Murong Qiao, who was standing outside the door of the ward, also heard what Nan Jin said verbatim.
When she heard that Nan Jin was the one who hung the snacks at her door, Murong Qiao felt faintly sore and astringent in her heart.
She didn't expect it to be Nan Jin, but she didn't think it was a surprise.
Murong Qiao finally solved the doubts in his heart, so he didn't stay at the door of the ward and went home.
But because of this incident, Murong Qiao changed his view of Nan Jin a little bit.
The next day after returning home, Murong Qiao went to the hospital again, but this time he brought a chicken soup for Nan Jin.
"Aren't you going to hand it to him yourself?" The nurse looked at the chicken soup being put into her hand.
She thought that after she finished asking the questions yesterday, she would have nothing to do with herself, but Murong Qiao found herself again today and asked her to help bring chicken soup to the patient.
"Don't say I asked you to give it to me." Murong Qiao shook his head.
Ever since she found out that Nan Jin is the one who treats her well yesterday, Murong Qiao's mood has been indescribably complicated, and she hasn't organized her thoughts yet.
"I see." The nurse didn't ask any more questions, and entered the ward with chicken soup.
Nan Jin looked at the chicken soup in the nurse's hand and thought it was given to him by the nurse, so she drank the chicken soup slowly without asking any further questions.
Murong Qiao didn't stay in the hospital any longer, and she didn't want to go home. She just found an exit and walked along the street outside.
She only felt that there were a lot of things in her head, and she felt that her thoughts were empty and she couldn't think of anything. The melancholy was like a gust of wind taking her, dragging herself aimlessly along the street.
Murong Qiao leaned against the side of the street, looked down at the bricks under his feet, and suddenly bumped into someone.
"Are you—"
She raised her head subconsciously to apologize, and met Huo Yichen's gaze.
The two looked at each other, and suddenly recalled the scene when they promised to take the college entrance examination together in the third year of high school, and saw each other's surprised eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud in unison.
"What a coincidence, I can meet you wherever I go." Murong Qiao greeted first.
She didn't expect that she would meet Huo Yichen even if she walked around in a hurry. She felt that it was fate, but at the same time, she felt a little strange.
The fact that Huo Yichen confessed in class before was still vivid in her memory. Murong Qiao thought that if she saw Huo Yichen again, she would feel more or less embarrassed, but this meeting did not make her feel this way.
She looked at Huo Yichen standing in front of her, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed and embarrassed, and even felt a little indescribably relaxed.
Murong Qiao was a little uncertain, and felt that he might like Huo Yichen a little bit, which is why he felt this way.
There is no coincidence in this world, I just followed her all the time.
Huo Yichen put aside his deliberate collision with the other party, and just smiled lightly.
He didn't hide his intentions, and looked at Murong Qiao with swaying eyes, with obvious happiness in his eyes.
Hearing what he said, Murong Qiao smiled as a response, but the state was obviously not as good as what he saw in school before.
Huo Yichen noticed that Murong Qiao's mood didn't seem to be high, and guessed if something unhappy happened to her, but he was considerate and didn't ask further.
"Let's go for a walk together?" he suggested.
Murong Qiao didn't have anything else to do, so he nodded and agreed.
One person turned into two people. Seeing that Murong Qiao had nothing to go to, Huo Yichen directly took Murong Qiao to the video game city in the nearby shopping mall.
There was a rattling sound in his ears. Murong Qiao looked at the two bags of game coins that Huo Yichen had just exchanged, and was pulled to the shooting area in the next second.
"Who shoots more?" Huo Yichen picked up a basketball and weighed it twice in his hand, then turned to look at Murong Qiao beside him, with a slightly provocative tone in his tone.
Murong Qiao's original depression entered the video game city, and the passive music tape gradually disappeared. At this time, when he heard Huo Yichen challenge himself, he couldn't help but smile and agree.
But before the two sides compete, Murong Qiao must first learn how to shoot.
"I'll teach you." Huo Yichen stood behind Murong Qiao, his hands overlapped with the opponent's position, and helped adjust Murong Qiao's shooting posture.
The bodies of the two were almost close together, the heat was transmitted from Huo Yichen's chest to her back, Murong Qiao's attention was also lost, and she made several mistakes.
"Straighten your wrist." Huo Yichen didn't seem to notice Murong Qiao's abnormality at all, and seemed to be very focused on his teaching.
Murong Qiao felt the heat sprayed on his ears while the other party was speaking, and felt that his waist was itching so badly that his body went limp.
She felt that something was wrong, but when she raised her head and met Huo Yichen's upright gaze, she felt that she was being overwhelmed.
Murong Qiao tried her best to focus on the backboard in front of her, but the physical contact made her face turn red even more.
"I have learned." In the end, she really couldn't stand such "suffering", and offered to end it, without noticing the regret that flashed across Huo Yichen's face.