You Are My Rare Passion

While Fu's mother tried her best to persuade Fu Jinge, in the orthopedic ward of Beijing First People's Hospital, Wen Qiuci was lying on the bed with a pale face, her eyes fixed on the roof, and she didn't move for a long time.

There was a knock on the door, but he didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't respond at all.

The people outside knocked on the door a few more times, and without waiting for Wen Qiuci's response, they simply opened the door and walked in.

"Aren't you awake? Why didn't you respond at all after we knocked on the door for so long?" Qin Junye, wearing a mask, sunglasses and hat, took the lead and strode to Wen Qiuci's ward.

Hearing a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Wen Qiuci, who was staring straight at the roof with an indifferent face, reacted.

His eyeballs moved, his gaze turned, and fell on Qin Junye's face.

Qin Junye was so well armed, he didn't recognize Qin Junye, but saw the person behind Qin Junye.

Ling Yue.

The little tree seedling... is now called Gu Yiyang.

Huo Zhongqi.

Police Nie Yan.

There was only one hat, sunglasses and mask tightly covered. Needless to say, it was Qin Junye.

"Why are you here?" He struggled to sit up.

The bones in his body were not injured, but he lay down for too long and remained still for a long time, his body became numb due to the pressure, and it was difficult to move for a while.

Police Nie Yan was the most careful, walked to the hospital bed in two or three steps, helped him sit up, and thoughtfully put a pillow behind him.

Wen Qiuci glanced at him, his dull and dead eyes became a little more vivid, and he became a little more popular, "Thank you."

"Thank you for this little thing?" Nie Yanjing looked at his bandaged hand, "Is it better?"

"It's much better." Wen Qiuci hooked the corner of his mouth.

It can be seen that he wants to smile, but his smile is too forced, it will not make people feel happy, but only feel sad.

Police Nie Yan helped him pull up the blanket on his body: "After I told Brother Yue, Xiaoshu, Brother Ye, and Qiqi about your injury, they all said to come and see you."

"Thank you," Wen Qiuci glanced over their faces one by one, his eyes were flushed, "I... I'm fine, although I can't continue to draw in the future, the gallery can continue to open, it's okay Going to school to become a teacher, there is always a way to go..."

Several people did not speak.

Before they came, they had learned about Wen Qiuci's condition in detail, and wondered if they could find the best doctor so that Wen Qiuci could pick up the paintbrush again.

But the result let them down.

Wen Qiuci's hand was injured too badly, even if they found the best doctor, they couldn't restore Wen Qiuci to his best condition.

And drawing requires very fine movements.

Wen Qiuci can continue to paint after he recovers, but he will definitely not be able to paint as good as before.

Too cruel for a talented painter.

Several people were silent for a long time, and Qin Junye broke the silence.

He patted Wen Qiuci on the shoulder, "Qiuci, don't worry, the brothers can't help you with anything else, but we will never let the grandson who killed you go, and we will definitely make him pay the ultimate price." A terrible price!"

Wen Qiuci's eyes fluctuated, and he looked at the few people, "Don't bother, the matter is over, don't drag you all because of a piece of rubbish."

"Don't worry about it!" Qin Junye sneered contemptuously, "You also said that it's just a pile of garbage, and it went to the garbage recycling station with a shovel. How could it implicate us?"