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Wooden Pillow Creek collapsed to the ground.

Now is the peak period of traffic, this place is still bustling with people, and people on the side of the road stopped one after another. In view of the frequent occurrence of "touching porcelain" incidents, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and no one dared to come forward for a while.

Xiao Jin didn't go far, and Wooden Pillow Creek walked decisively, not realizing that she had been watching her back where she was. It wasn't until long after she disappeared that Xiao Jin planned to leave, but there was a small commotion at the corner in front of her.

Xiao Jin's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged up, driving her to run wildly.

There are still good-hearted people, the scene has been basically controlled, a capable woman in her early thirties squatted beside the unconscious wooden pillow stream, doing a basic check on her, a man in the crowd was calling 120.

Xiao Jin pushed aside the two people in front of him and said, "Let me go, let me go..."

Then she saw the person lying on the ground, she was shocked, and stumbled over: "Wooden Pillow Stream!"

The person who inspected Muxianxi was startled by her and asked her with a frown, "Do you know her?"

Xiao Jin quickly adjusted his gaffe and said, "I'm her friend, we just finished eating."

The man nodded, calmed her down, and said lightly, "I'm a doctor."

"Thank you." Xiao Jin let go of his heart and waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive.

Before getting into the car, Xiao Jin thanked the doctor and the person who helped call 120 again. On the way to the hospital, the nurse found a burn on Muxianxi's back and helped her deal with the injury first. Xiao Jin found that the wooden pillow stream was much more hot than she thought. In addition to the redness and swelling, two blisters appeared.

"Will there be a scar?" Xiao Jin looked at the unconscious wooden pillow stream and asked anxiously.

The nurse said, "Be careful, no."

Xiao Jin exhaled softly and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The nurse smiled: "It should be."

After a while, Xiao Jin Liu Shen Wuzhu said: "Then will she feel pain like this? Can you be gentler?"

Nurse:"…"

Xiao Jin said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

The nurse said, "I'll take it lightly."

…

After the examination at the hospital, Muzhenxi was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face.

The doctor said to Xiao Jin, whose face was even paler than the patient's, "overworked and overly emotional, caused by a sudden burst of fire, nothing serious, just take a good rest for a few days, but it is still recommended to stay in the hospital for a day of observation."

Xiao Jin bowed deeply to the doctor.

The doctor hung the pen back in his breast pocket and went out.

Xiao Jin let out a sigh of relief, and almost lost his footing. He leaned on the back of the chair beside the hospital bed to maintain his balance. Only then did I realize that my whole body was exhausted, and both palms were sweaty.

She pulled out the chair and sat down at the head of the bed, wiped the sweat from her palms, and gently wrapped the right hand of Wooden Pillow Creek. Only at this time would Wooden Pillow Creek be so well-behaved that she would not resist at all.

Xiao Jin put his forehead on the back of her hand reverently, and slowly calmed down the trembling caused by fear.

The doctor said that Wooden Pillow Creek may wake up after sleeping for a long time because of overwork. Xiao Jin was both worried and fortunate that she could spend more time with Muzhenxi.

The tender and fine kisses covered the back of Wooden Pillow Creek's hands and fingers, and the trembling warm breath was so clean that there was no eroticism.

Until it gets dark.

Xiao Jin called Yin Xiaoli from Muzhenxi's mobile phone and reported the hospital address.

Yin Xiaoli just got home and received a call. She hurried out the door without even slobber. She didn't care why it was Xiao Jin who called, and kept asking, "What's the specific situation?"

Afraid of waking up Muxianxi, Xiao Jin looked in through the glass outside the ward and replied, "Overworked..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yin Xiaoli had already expected it, and said angrily: "I knew that something would definitely happen to her working overtime like this. If she didn't listen to the persuasion, she added herself to the hospital."

Xiao Jin asked with concern, "What overtime?"

Yin Xiaoli didn't tell her, after all, Xiao Jin and Muzhenxi had nothing to do with him, and she was not good at talking, and when Muzhenxi woke up, she would have to blame her.

However, from Xiao Jin's tone, she could hear the undisguised concern. These two people clearly love each other, and they don't know how deep the pain is, which caused this situation. Although Yin Xiaoli was Muzhenxi's best friend, she never said anything about Xiao Jin and what happened before she met her, and she couldn't ask any questions.

Xiao Jin followed silently: "Come here as soon as possible."

Yin Xiaoli was in the elevator, the floor descended rapidly, and he spoke quickly: "I'll be there in half an hour at most, please don't leave first."

If she didn't say that, Xiao Jin probably wouldn't leave, but Yin Xiaoli still said something.

"Yeah." Xiao Jin hung up the phone after talking to her.

She put her hand on the door handle of the ward, pressed down, and stepped in again.

Wooden Pillow Creek is still sleeping, but his face is much better than when he first came at noon. With blood, his lips are a little rosier.

Xiao Jin looked at her for a long time, then quietly bent the corner of her mouth, turned on the front camera of her mobile phone, took a few pictures with the sleeping wooden pillow stream, and finally kissed her on the lips.

She set one of them as her mobile phone wallpaper, replaced the original single photo of Wooden Pillow Stream, bit her lip and chuckled.

The time was just right, Yin Xiaoli knocked on the door outside, and her face appeared on the glass window.

Xiao Jin put away her smile, put away her phone, got up to open the door, and let her in.

The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.

Yin Xiaoli stepped forward to look at Wooden Pillow Stream and slept soundly. She lowered her voice and said to Xiao Jin, "Let's go out and talk?"

Xiao Jin lifted the bag on the family's bed and said, "Let's go."

Yin Xiaoli's eyes were surprised: Is this going to leave? So simply?

Didn't go anywhere else, just outside the ward.

Yin Xiaoli asked carefully: "What's the matter? Why are you with her?" Before Muzhenxi avoided her.

Xiao Jin looked her in the eyes, pretending not to see the suspicion and hostility in her eyes, and said lightly, "I'll ask her out to talk about something."

Yin Xiaoli: "Are you finished talking?"

Xiao Jin said, "It's over."

Yin Xiaoli: "You..." She intuitively felt that Muzhenxi's sudden entry into the hospital had something to do with her.

Xiao Jin has interrupted her gently: "Miss Yin, I want to ask you one thing."

Yin Xiaoli said defensively, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Jin said: "When Muzhenxi wakes up, if you ask who brought her to the hospital, you can say it's a kind stranger, don't tell her it's me."

Yin Xiaoli said in surprise, "Why?"

"For her own good." Xiao Jin bowed slightly to her and said sincerely, "Please."

Yin Xiaoli was a little at a loss when she was like this, and at the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. She went to support Xiao Jin's arm and replied, "Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you." Xiao Jin smiled. The smile was not sour, but full of gratitude.

But Yin Xiaoli felt an indescribable depression in her heart when she saw it.

Xiao Jin left.

Yin Xiaoli stared at her thin back with a heavy heart.

Wooden Pillow Creek didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the evening. All eyes were white, and the incandescent lamp above his head was dazzling. She squinted her eyes, and a vague figure appeared in her line of sight at the head of the bed, Mu Zhenxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips moved, and she said, "Xiao..."

"You're awake, are you hungry?" The man said, with a bright tone that was completely different from Xiao Jin.

Muzhenxi closed his mouth and finally saw that the person in front of him was Yin Xiaoli. He smiled and said weakly, "... Hungry."

"The doctor said that you will wake up at about this time. I bought you porridge, Shiquan Dabu porridge. I smelled it, but it was so fragrant." Yin Xiaoli then shook her hospital bed and put a pad on her back. Two pillows.

Muzhenxi looked around the ward and asked absently, "Who brought me to the hospital?"

Yin Xiaoli said: "A person I don't know said that he saw you fainted on the side of the road, so he called 120 and sent you here."

Mu Zhenxi was stunned for a while, and seemed to be a little surprised by the answer. The trace of secret loss jumped from the top of her heart and disappeared. She said, "Then have you thanked others for me?"

Yin Xiaoli was afraid that her acting skills would not be up to standard, so she lowered her head to help her open the lid of the thermal insulation bucket, and said with a smile, "Of course thank you, I still want to give money to others, but unfortunately no one wants it, there are still many good people in this world."

Wooden pillow creek's low voice should be: "Well."

She lowered her eyes, looked at her right hand on the quilt, and thought in a trance: Is it a dream?

Yin Xiaoli put the porridge on the small table, and the wooden pillow stream got a good night's sleep. It was because he vomited blood at noon, and there was a little tingling in his heart, but it didn't hurt much. He took the spoon and scooped the porridge by himself. drink.

Yin Xiaoli sat next to him and played with his mobile phone.

When Muzhenxi was almost drinking, she stood up to clean up, then pulled out the chair, sat upright, and looked down, Muzhenxi didn't wait for her to speak, she said sincerely to herself, "I was wrong. Now, I shouldn't have to work overtime day and night to break my body, never again."

Yin Xiaoli: "You!"

Wooden Pillow Creek said, "I want to sleep."

What else can Yin Xiaoli say, can she still stop her?

In the end, he couldn't help but scolded a few words: "The body is your own. You are such a big man, don't you even understand the truth?"

Wooden Pillow Creek folded his hands together, smiled ingratiatingly and apologized: "Understood."

Yin Xiaoli asked, "Go to sleep, do you want me to turn off the lights for you?"

Wooden Pillow Creek said, "Close it."

The lights went down completely.

Yin Xiaoli lay on the bed next to her family, and fell asleep after a while.

The next day, Muzhenxi called the director to ask for leave. The director heard that she was hospitalized and expressed his concern. He even came over at noon with flowers and fruit baskets, as well as a large thermal insulation bucket of turtle soup. It was very grand. .

Muzhenxi said embarrassedly: "It's nothing serious, I'll be discharged in the afternoon."

The director smiled and said, "You call it a work-related injury. I deserve it, otherwise it's called treating employees harshly."

Yin Xiaoli came over after get off work at noon, the room was filled with the aroma of turtle soup, and at a glance, she saw a mature and dignified woman sitting on the bedside of Wooden Pillow Creek, wearing a professional suit, raised her eyebrows and winked at Wooden Pillow Creek.

Mu Zhenxi knew at a glance that she had misunderstood, and introduced: "This is my boss, come to see me, President Zhang."

President Zhang stood up and shook hands with Yin Xiaoli: "Hello, Zhang Hanxia."

Yin Xiaoli said, "Hello, I'm Yin Xiaoli, her friend."

Zhang Hanxia said, "It's hard work."

Yin Xiaoli was like a good man, and he immediately saw that this enthusiastic President Zhang was interested in Wooden Pillow Stream, and the whole set of condolences to the employees was a little too affectionate. Sweep around, nowhere is good.

President Zhang left.

Yin Xiaoli tutted twice: "Isn't this Zhang always interesting to you?"

Wooden Pillow Creek said, "Don't mix things up."

Seeing her reaction, Yin Xiaoli understood that she knew, and continued to tut: "The quality is quite high."

Wooden pillow stream glared at her: "I'm not interested."

She was not sure before. Director Zhang and her usually communicate on business affairs. Occasionally, the whole department will have dinner together. They have never talked about personal topics.

Yin Xiaoli said, "I know you're not interested, so I'm just joking." She stopped the topic, glanced at the heat preservation bucket, raised the one in her hand, and said regretfully, "I Is this black chicken soup leucorrhea?"

Wooden pillow creek pouted towards the cabinet: "Why did you have a vaginal discharge? Leave it for me to go home for a drink at night."

Yin Xiaoli clicked again, happy.

Then talking about her scald, Muzhenxi slurred her words and brought it over, but the location of the injury was unfortunate, Muzhenxi could not get the medicine on her back alone, Yin Xiaoli took the initiative to ask Ying: "How many days shall I stay at your house? I don't seem to have to travel recently."

Wooden Pillow Creek agreed.

In the afternoon, Yin Xiaoli was going to work, and Muzhenxi went through the discharge procedures and took a taxi home.

At five o'clock, Director Zhang sent her a message: [Are you free at night? I invite you to dinner? 】

Wooden Pillow Creek typed and replied: [My partner has made dinner at home, let's go next time]

After five minutes, he came back there: [Okay, pay attention to rest, don't rush back to work]

When Yin Xiaoli came back and heard that President Zhang's initiative was just strangled in the cradle, he pretended to sympathize and said, "It's so miserable, maybe people are crying at home now."

Wooden Pillow Creek stuffed a peeled orange into her mouth.

Yin Xiaoli's cheeks bulged, he digested the oranges, and said, "The office romance is really not good. It would be embarrassing if we broke up."

Muzhenxi stuffed her with another orange, unbuttoned her shirt, and said impatiently, "What nonsense, give me medicine quickly."

Yin Xiaoli snorted: "Who is giving medicine to whom, you look like an uncle."

Complaining in his mouth, he still took the medicine honestly in his hand.

The skin of Muzhenxi is white and delicate, and the color of the burn on the back is different. It is shocking to look at, but the area is so wide that Yin Xiaoli has to think more. She carefully applied scalding ointment to Wooden Pillow Stream and asked again, "What did you get scalded by?"

Ordinary people encounter hot things, shouldn't they avoid them? It's like being greeted.

Wooden pillow Brook said: "The waiter was not holding it steady and accidentally spilled it on me."

Yin Xiaoli frowned and said, "Splash on your back? Shouldn't you be sitting at the table then?"

Wooden pillow Brook said: "I was standing, she passed by me."

Yin Xiaoli said: "This waiter has a grudge against you? Isn't this just splashing it?"

Wooden Pillow Creek: "…"

Yin Xiaoli's mind flashed, and she blurted out, "Who were you with then? It wasn't to protect her—"

Wooden Pillow Creek was silent.

Yin Xiaoli also shut up.

What the **** is this love-and-kill devil plot?

After getting the medicine, Muzhenxi put on her clothes again. Because the atmosphere of the question and answer just now was a little unnatural, she stood up and asked, "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."

Yin Xiaoli pressed her shoulders with both hands: "Don't go into the kitchen if you are sick, I'll do it."

Wooden Pillow Creek looked at her in surprise.

This person has to jump and swear to make breakfast, but he has the patience to make a complicated dinner?

Yin Xiaoli rolled up her sleeves, stared at her affectionately, and said, "Ten fingers don't touch the spring water, so I can wash my hands and make soup for you."

Wooden Pillow Creek shook both arms numbly, and then looked stunned.

She remembered the busy figure of Xiao Jin wearing an apron that she saw when she came out of the study that day.

Yin Xiaoli was only affectionate for a second, and said with a serious smile: "How is it? Are you moved?"

Wooden Pillow Creek raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Moved."

Yin Xiaoli groaned at her unconcerned expression, flipped through the refrigerator, and slipped the ingredients into the kitchen.

***

At the same time, Qi Yin opened the door from the outside and walked in, shouting, "I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Steak and pasta." Xiao Jin's gentle voice came from the kitchen, it was the savior of Qi Yin.

She jumped over and started exaggerating praise through the glass door, sometimes in English, sometimes in her native language, and occasionally in French and German.

Qi Yin was quiet, sitting at the table and waiting for dinner.

Xiao Jin's cooking skills are very good, Qi Yin has learned from it for a long time, the dark red beef on the plate is soft, the juice is thick and rich, and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue jump along with it.

Qi Yin finished eating the steak and ate more than half of the pasta into his stomach before he opened his mouth to speak: "When will I be able to eat the Chinese food you made? There are many ways to cook Chinese food. I went to a Sichuan restaurant, can you make Mapo Tofu?"

Xiao Jin slowly cut a piece of steak into his mouth, and said indifferently, "No."

Qi Yin showed a hint of regret, and asked again, "Are there any other dishes?"

Xiao Jin said, "It's not delicious. If you want to eat Chinese food, I'll take you out to eat."

Qi Yin said happily, "Okay."

She ordered a few dishes with names that she remembered, spread across all major cuisines, Xiao Jin recorded them in the memo, and waited for Qi Yin to take her out to eat when she was free.

At the end of the dinner, Qi Yin volunteered to clean up the dishes, but Xiao Jin did not refuse. He went back to the study to get a book, leaned against the bay window, and looked at it by the light in the living room. Qi Yin finished cleaning the kitchen and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. When she came back, she saw Xiao Jin had a glass of milk in her hand, and her eyes were about to fall out.

Qi Yin pointed to the glass of milk: "You you you you..."

Xiao Jin smiled and said, "I me me me, what's wrong?"

Qi Yin closed her eyes, opened them again, and took a closer look, it was still milk.

"Why did you suddenly switch to drinking milk?" She was messy for a long time before she organized a complete sentence.

Xiao Jin leaned back lazily and said calmly, "It's good for your health." As he spoke, he took a sip, and his lips circled the milky white edge.

Qi Yin looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly walked quickly to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and the wine that had been in the refrigerator disappeared, replaced by fresh milk and skimmed pure milk.

She walked back again, calmly this time: "Are you going to quit drinking?"

Xiao Jin raised his head and drank the milk in one gulp, and said in a low voice, "It's time to quit."

It seems that something in my heart is further peeling off, cracking, and new things are growing further. From the stagnant childhood in the past few years, it has become strong, swallowing the wind and drinking dew, growing crazily, and gradually becoming fuller.

She felt fullness like never before.

Qi Yin didn't understand, but she knew that Xiao Jin wouldn't speak, so she didn't ask.

When she came back yesterday, she felt that Xiao Jin was not the same as before, and she couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Many times when Xiao Jin chats with her, she will only talk about what she wants to do, what she wants to do, but not what she is thinking. Having seen her with her own eyes over the years, Qi Yin knew that she loved Wooden Pillow Stream, but this kind of love was completely different from the love she had ever seen, and it was even more incomprehensible.

Obviously love someone deeply, but don't want to get her, what kind of psychology is this?

Qi Yin shook her head and went back to her room, giving up thinking.

Xiao Jin got up and poured himself another glass of milk, bent one leg, leaned against the bay window, looked eastward, counted the lit windows one by one, and occasionally saw a figure walking inside, and stopped for a while. , the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Wooden Pillow Creek was drawing in front of the desk, Yin Xiaoli was writing her manuscript in the living room, the alarm clock rang, she glanced at the time, at half past nine, Yin Xiaoli, who was temporarily serving as a supervisor, dutifully knocked on the study door.

Wooden Pillow Creek opened the door.

Yin Xiaoli urged her: "Go to bed quickly."

Wooden pillow creek raised his legs and stepped out.

Yin Xiaoli looked inside and saw that the computer was turned off.

Yin Xiaoli: "!!"

Yin Xiaoli chased after her: "Why did you suddenly change?"

Mu Zhenxi raised his head, pulled his long hair behind his head, and moved his sore neck from holding a position for a long time, and said with a smile, "If I work, you have to talk about me, and if I don't work, you can talk about me, how are you? Are you satisfied?"

Yin Xiaoli said, "I'm just curious."

Wooden pillow stream turned back: "Want to know?"

Yin Xiaoli nodded madly.

Wooden Pillow Creek raised his eyebrows and said, "The dog's life matters."

Yin Xiaoli: "…"

Saying it means not saying it.

She asked Muxianxi again, but Muxianxi couldn't answer her. She didn't know how to describe how she felt now. Sometimes you think that what covers you is the shadow that covers your whole world. When you come out and look back, it is just a dark cloud that stays above your head, and the sun is always there.

In the end, Wooden Pillow Creek described it in a fantastical way: "I feel like I'm going to fly."

Yin Xiaoli: "Huh?"

Mu Zhenxi held a change of clothes in his arms, raised his hand to push Yin Xiaoli's shoulder away, and said with a smile, "I'm going to take a bath, remember to give me medicine later."

Yin Xiaoli said stunned: "Okay."

Wooden Pillow Creek turned on the shower head and hummed a song.

Yin Xiaoli stood at the door for a while and smiled. Although she doesn't know what happened, it's good that Wooden Pillow Creek is happy. As for her... Yin Xiaoli remembered that she had written half of the manuscript that she was going to give to the editor-in-chief tomorrow, her expression was full, and she crawled back to the coffee table, her fingers flying.

Before applying the medicine, Muzhenxi went back to the room and put on underwear. Yin Xiaoli held a tube of scald cream in her hand, and while she was applying the medicine, she babbled, there were so many grooves that there was no place to vomit: "What about you? I don't. Look in front of you, and then again, you're not older than me."

Wooden Pillow Creek emphasized: "I am bent."

Yin Xiaoli replied, "Yes, I am straight."

Wooden Pillow Creek said, "I have to avoid suspicion anyway."

Yin Xiaoli joked: "How about we two can live together."

Wooden pillow creek said firmly: "No."

Yin Xiaoli said: "I can change your sexual orientation for you, it's not a big problem."

Wooden pillow brook said seriously: "this is really not a problem, but you are too noisy, I'm afraid of noise."

Yin Xiaoli raised her hand and was about to hit her on the shoulder, but Wooden Pillow Creek swiftly dodged and slipped out two meters away. By the way, she pulled up her baggy pajamas. She bent, always keeping in mind to avoid suspicion.

Yin Xiaoli: "I rely on it."

Wooden Pillow Creek: "Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Yin Xiaoli threw the scalding cream and smiled savagely: "It's too late!"

The lights in the living room reflected the slapstick shadows projected through the window, turning into one of the lights in thousands of households, all of which came into Xiao Jin's eyes.

The screen of the phone on his lap suddenly lit up.

Xiao Jin retracted his gaze, picked it up, lowered his head and glanced, his eyes widened slightly, his fingertips trembled, and his eyes were wet.

Special attention on Weibo: Wooden Pillow Creek.

She posted a Weibo.

mzx19891014:

[#10# In the scenery where everything is no longer [picture]]

The accompanying picture was just drawn by Muzhenxi: In the autumn sky, the back of a woman wearing a long dress.

No face was drawn, but Xiao Jin recognized it at a glance, that person was himself.

The author has something to say: This sentence comes from Zhang Xuan's song "Like", and the whole thing is: I like you the most in the scenery where everything is gone.