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The morning after heavy rain washed over the night was particularly bright, and the fragrance of the soil permeated every part of the garden.

A breeze blew, and Mo Xian'er couldn't help but tighten her arms, and her sick clothes were still a little thin.

At this time, a sky blue shirt was draped on her body.

Mo Xian'er looked back and saw that it was An Ziyang.

"Why did you come out? Your fever has just subsided. Be careful that it will catch a cold again by the wind."

"I'm not that fragile." Mo Xian'er grinned and said, "You should go back and rest quickly. I really troubled you last night." His voice was a little hoarse, and there was obviously something wrong with the vocal cords.

"What's the matter? But..." An Ziyang suddenly turned a stern face and scolded softly: "Don't forget to close the windows when it rains in the future. If I hadn't asked you for something yesterday, you would be in danger this night."

"Well, I understand." Mo Xian'er nodded gently and stopped talking.

Both of them understood what happened last night, but neither of them mentioned it.

After a while...

An Ziyang said, "Xian'er, go back to your room to rest. I've bought you some porridge, you can eat something."

When Mo Xian'er heard his words, she slowly turned her head and looked at him. After a moment, she said, "Actually... I'm not worth it."

"Well..." An Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, "There is nothing worth it or not. Remember when Brother Xiaoyu told me before, you have to fight for whatever you like. If you don't fight, you will never jump to you by yourself.

I didn't understand this sentence before, but I only understood this sentence after you were with him. Originally, I thought I would never have a chance again, who knows... who knows..."

"Haha... say..."

"Stop talking." Mo Xian'er stood up suddenly, looked at An Ziyang, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, and finally she just shook her head and left.

An Ziyang did not follow him in the end. Everyone in the company was waiting for him to record a new song, and Mo Xian'er didn't want to see him now.

He is a fool, the biggest fool in the world! The biggest fool!

It's been more than a year. Many people think she's used to life without him, but only she knows how sad it would be to stay in that empty room. When she closes her eyes, she's all his figure.

When I opened it again, I could only cry in the air.

"Where are you... Are you okay?"

Suddenly, I lowered my head and saw the bowl of millet porridge beside the bed. A sense of happiness surged into Mo Xian'er's heart.

Over the past year, An Ziyang has always appeared beside Mo Xian'er when she needed her, saying nothing, just accompanying her.

She quietly handed her napkins as she cried.

When she was silent, she quietly accompanied her silent.

When she recalls, she quietly accompanied her memories.

He is always so quiet. He doesn't have sweet words all over the sky, nor does he often give you a romantic surprise. But before he knew it, this man has occupied a big piece of world in her heart, and she has become accustomed to this quiet accompanying her

Her man.

In fact, before that man started a desperate chasing Mo Xian'er, everyone thought An Ziyang and Mo Xian'er were just a couple, but our musical talent, the great actor An Ziyang, was nothing like an idiot in this regard.

The difference is that they are so similar to Guo Xiaoyu and Deng Ziqi back then. But the only difference is that Mo Xian'er does not have as much courage as Deng Ziqi, and An Ziyang is the same as Guo Xiaoyu. It is difficult for them to confess their love in person.

Mo Xian'er actually had a good impression of An Ziyang at the beginning. Unfortunately, An Ziyang had always been vague and the fierce pursuit of this man, and the two of them missed each other.

In fact, this is also good. That man is a lyricist from Wu Yu Lunbi. He is also very good to Mo Xian'er, and his future will definitely be very happy.

But God often fails to do so. Before the wedding, the man was in a car accident and left the world since then, leaving behind the heartbroken Mo Xian'er.

If it weren't for An Ziyang's company all the time, Mo Xian'er wouldn't have died many times in the past year.

...

When An Ziyang returned to the company to record songs, he felt his head getting dizzy and his eyes getting harder and he couldn't open it. The final result was that he fell directly into the recording studio.

After rushing to the hospital, a result was: a high fever of 39 degrees and 5 degrees is better than Mo Xianer.

She was soaked all over last night. Before she learned that Mo Xian'er was safe and sound, An Ziyang had been waiting anxiously alone. She forgot to change her clothes, but she was still wet and stuck to her body. How could she avoid catching a cold?

Guo Xiaoyu was originally talking outside, but after hearing that his two generals had a high fever within one day, he rushed back immediately.

It was already five or six o'clock when I arrived at the hospital. But when I went to Anziyang's ward, I saw that there were quite a few people, but the patient who was supposed to be lying on the bed disappeared.

"Where is this guy?"

Wang Yichen pointed outside and said, "I've sent Xian'er porridge, but he's still making trouble for Xian'er's own fever." After that, he sighed heavily, and the ward suddenly became quiet.

"This guy." Guo Xiaoyu turned around and saw Mo Xian'er's ward.

It was still so quiet. Mo Xian'er slowly drank the porridge, while An Ziyang watched quietly. After she finished eating, he packed up the food and told her to have a good rest.

Guo Xiaoyu avoided An Ziyang in a corner and then pushed open the door and walked in.

Seeing the visitor, Mo Xian'er raised her body and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, why are you here?"

"How could I not come? You two were all in the hospital within one day. I'm afraid I won't come again. All sixteen guys came in."

"Two, who else besides me?"

"Who else? The guy who just delivered you porridge was having a high fever of 39 degrees and 5 degrees. He had not subsided until the moment he delivered you porridge."

After Guo Xiaoyu finished speaking, Mo Xian'er was stunned at first, then tears gushed out of the corners of her eyes.

The more tears flowed, Mo Xian'er's crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all her crying throughout her life.

After a while...

Mo Xian'er raised her head, looked at Guo Xiaoyu with swollen eyes, and asked pitifully: "Brother Xiaoyu, what should I do?"

Looking at her like this, Guo Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Actually, the answer is in the hearts of both of you. All the past has passed. Ask yourself carefully. From beginning to end, you have the most weight in your heart.

Who is the one?" After saying that, Guo Xiaoyu turned around and left the ward.

When Mo Xian'er heard Guo Xiaoyu, she was stunned and didn't know what she was thinking.

In fact, when Mo Xian'er and that person were with Guo Xiaoyu, he felt that it was not suitable. The most suitable one was still An Ziyang. Unfortunately, this kid was too unscrupulous and like a dull man, Guo Xiaoyu had never said that.

Unfortunately, every time he answered, he always said, "Wait a little longer". Now he was waiting, so he just couldn't wait.

...

Night is coming again, this damn bitch, put on his own cold cloak and deceived the world.

The hospital was quiet, and An Ziyang looked out the window alone in a daze. He was originally going to be discharged, but unfortunately the doctor said he was still a little fever and wanted to stay in the hospital for observation.

"Dadada..."

The sound of shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the quiet hospital, which seemed extremely harsh.

"Crack"

The sound suddenly stopped and An Ziyang's door was gently pushed open.

"Huh..." An Ziyang's face changed drastically when he saw the visitor. His first reaction was to lie down and cover himself tightly with a quilt.

"Puff..."

When Mo Xian'er saw An Ziyang's appearance, she couldn't help laughing. He was still as naive, as simple as the boy in his fifteens and sixteens, and was as good as him!

"Okay, I know it's you."

"Haha..." An Ziyang lifted the quilt and grinned awkwardly, "I'm actually fine, but doctor, you also know that you just want to treat the hospital as your own and stay here every day."

"Don't care about your body at all." Mo Xian'er scolded: "You have to go to record songs even if you are sick, so you can't grow up?"

"Haha..." An Ziyang could only smile foolishly at this time.

Looking at this familiar smile, the scenes of the two of them have come to their hearts. An Ziyang has always treated her like this and never said a harsh word to her. Every time he talks about him, he always

Smiling foolishly.

At this moment, seeing this smile, the deepest thing in Mo Xian'er's heart surged out and filled her whole body. She knew that this was called happiness!

After a while...

Mo Xian'er said, "Hey...I want to go out for a trip and relax."

"Oh, that's great!" EQ is so urgent!

"I want to go to Rome. I used to watch "Roman Holiday" and I wanted to go with me many times."

"Roman Holiday is indeed very classic!" An Ziyang has gone from being anxious to being anxious about his IQ.

"You..." Mo Xian'er was almost mad at the point of being angry. I really don't know if this bastard really doesn't know or intentionally.

"Idiot!" Mo Xian'er punched An Ziyang hard and scolded: "I mean you would like to go with me?"

"What?"

"Do you dare to say no?" Mo Xian'er waved her fist and threatened: "If you dare to say no today, I will hit you and be unable to take care of yourself."

"Haha..." The answer to Mo Xian'er was An Ziyang's silly laughter.

"Do you agree or not?"

"hehe……"

In the quiet night, in the small ward, the boy's silly laughter and the girl's sarcasm.

At this moment, happiness comes...