Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Because of high fever, Tang Xuan spent a week on intravenous drip in the hospital.

He was on the ground floor of the inpatient department, facing Qiu Shuhan's ward obliquely. If he didn't draw the curtains, he could just see the little girl opposite from the angle when he was lying on the bed.

On the first day, Tang Xuan ran out after hanging the salt water.

He heard from an aunt in the same ward that the sister opposite was seriously ill and had to be quarantined.

Tang Xuan still knew what quarantine meant. Since she couldn't come out to play, he had no choice but to go and accompany her.

Children are innocent by nature.

Taking advantage of the nurse's absence, Tang Xuan walked across the small space between the two buildings and knocked on the window.

Qiu Shuhan climbed down from the bed and shouted happily: "Brother?"

He only saw her lips move, but didn't hear a sound.

"The flowers I picked for you are about to rot!"

Tang Xuan thought that if he couldn't hear Qiu Shuhan's voice, the other party wouldn't be able to hear her, so she shouted at the top of her voice.

The boy's voice was soft and waxy, and there was still a hint of milky voice.

Qiu Shuhan looked down, the flowers that were placed on the window sill yesterday had long since lost their previous vividness and beauty, and the petals were limp and drooping, looking particularly dejected and dying.

Tang Xuan pinched the root with two fingers, with a slight disgust on her expression.

"Sister, shall I change one for you?"

When Qiu Shuhan heard these words, when he raised his eyes, the boy had already turned around, and his short legs were walking fast.

He threw the withered flowers into the trash can, and then slyly went to the flower bed.

The nurse was not there, and there was no one to bask in the sun. The sneaky Tang Xuan saw the timing and quickly plucked off a new little yellow flower.

It's more blooming than yesterday's one.

Tang Xuan rushed over with a guilty conscience, and the chubby brushed off the thin dust on the window sill, and solemnly put the newly picked flowers away.

This sister is so pitiful that she is locked in the room. He felt that the only thing he could do was to pick the flowers she liked and give them to her.

Tang Xuan was shorter than the window sill, and she was a little tired on tiptoe, but she still asked with a bright smile, "Sister, do you like it?"

Qiu Shuhan nodded vigorously, flicking his two braids, looking very pretty.

Just as Tang Xuan was about to say something, she heard someone calling her name behind her.

He frowned, took a few steps back, and waved goodbye to Qiu Shuhan, "Sister, I have to go back. Dad is looking for me. I'll come see you again at this time tomorrow."

In the next few days, Qiu Shuhan's favorite thing to do was to sit by the window and look at the little flowers outside the glass.

It is more than a little closer than before to see the flowers in the flower bed.

She even felt that when she reached out to touch the glass window, she could feel the fluff on the petals gently scratching her fingertips.

Tang Xuan really picked a new flower on time every day as promised, replacing the withered one the day before, and placed it on the window sill outside Qiu Shuhan's ward.

The person who prunes the plants realizes that the flowers that bloomed beautifully in the flower bed have become less and less recently?

The matter reached the ears of the nurses in the inpatient department. The little nurse in charge of the patients on the first floor grabbed Tang Xuan's collar angrily and amusedly, threatening him—

"If you destroy the plants again, I will be more serious when I give you needles tomorrow!"

Everyone in the ward laughed hard, even Tang Zhihai, who always paid attention to children's politeness, couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.

"This child is fine, now he knows how to send flowers to little girls," someone exclaimed jokingly, "They are so cute."

Tang Xuan huddled in the corner without speaking, her eyes rolled around.

The weather has been hot recently, and the flowers exposed to the sun, due to the lack of moisture, wrinkled into a ball in one afternoon. He wanted to give that sister one last flower before leaving the hospital.

He will leave the hospital tomorrow.

There was only one yellow flower left in the flower bed.

Tang Xuan pondered for a moment, and got up early that night and lay down.

But he didn't fall asleep.

After the lights in the corridor were turned off, the boy rolled over and sat up, fumbling for his slippers with his toes on the ground.

During this period of time, grandma stayed with him all night, and grandma slept soundly again. Tang Xuan was not worried that he would disturb her.

He tiptoedly opened the door, looked at both sides of the corridor, made sure there was no nurse rounding the room, and ran out quickly.

There were street lamps that glowed dimly all night, and Tang Xuan easily walked to the flower bed.

The opposite side of Qiu Shuhan's ward was pitch black, he guessed that she had already fallen asleep, and suddenly felt complacent.

How happy she will be when she wakes up to-morrow and sees the pretty flowers on the windowsill, stained with dew.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Xuan was very proud, and her steps became cheerful.

He trotted to the window, just as he was about to reach out to put the flowers away, a light suddenly exploded above his head.

Tang Xuan was frightened for a moment, subconsciously grabbed the flowers and squatted down, her body was pressed against the wall, not daring to move.

Then he heard a cry of grievance.

"Woo...you scared me to death..." Tang Xuan patted her chest and murmured softly.

The light was turned on in the ward, and the crying came from Qiu Shuhan. The girl was crying and struggling at the same time, making a lot of noise.

A few minutes later, her mood stabilized. Tang Xuan heard the nurse call the family members out, and only left Qiu Shuhan a small wall lamp beside the bed.

He stood up slowly and patted the window carefully.

"younger sister?"

Qiu Shuhan was taken aback for a moment, his eyelashes were still glittering, and he turned his head blankly.

A pure face appeared on the glass.

Tang Xuan hid the flowers below and did not show them to Qiu Shuhan, but comforted her in a low voice through the window: "Don't cry, or your eyes will be swollen tomorrow." After he finished speaking, he thought for a while and asked, "Are you Have you gone for an injection?"

The little girl nodded, rubbing her arms pitifully, the meaning was obvious—

pain.

"Then I'll blow it up for you?"

Every time he complained of pain after hanging the salt water, grandma always said to blow him, and the pain would go away after blowing. Tang Xuan tried it, it was fake, but it still hurts.

But he didn't know how to coax Qiu Shuhan at once, so he could only say this.

She actually handed out her hand obediently, and pressed her arm against the window glass, sobbing uncontrollably.

Tang Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and pouted, puffing and puffing.

He is not stupid, how could he blow through the glass?

So in the end, I was so tired that I was out of breath, and asked casually, "Is it better?"

Qiu Shuhan laughed through his tears and nodded desperately.

This brother is so kind to her.

Tang Xuan also laughed, yawned, waved her hands and said, "Little sister, go to sleep, I have to go."

She knew that he couldn't hear, so she only said in her heart: Okay, see you tomorrow, brother.

But there is no tomorrow.

The next day when Qiu Shuhan opened his eyes, he saw the familiar little yellow flower, but he didn't wait for Tang Xuan in the old time.

This farewell is thirteen years.

What she missed thirteen years ago has turned into a yearning for thirteen years, and now, it has become an obsession thirteen years later.