It was late at night, and the noise of the day disappeared, making the neon lights on the roadside even more dazzling. People coming and going at the bar entrance were all strange faces.

Liang Yuanyuan stayed until the band's singing ended, and Su Can still did not appear, but as the trailer said, the band added a few new songs tonight, all of which were composed by Su Can, which was very nice.

Many girls in the bar came to Su Can likewise, just like Liang Yuanyuan. Although they did not deny that the song was very good, they were inevitably disappointed.

Liang Yuanyuan pursed the corner of her lower lips, moved from the booth closest to the stage to the bar, looking at Zhong Cheng's face and stopped talking.

Without her speaking, Zhong Cheng could understand what she meant: "I want to ask why Su Can didn't come?"

Liang Yuanyuan nodded.

"I don't know the specific situation." Zhong Cheng shook the goblet in his hand twice and placed the cup on the bar. "He told me in advance that he could not come if he had something to do."

Liang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, at least it proved that Su Can was not hiding from him.

Zhong Cheng glanced at the direction of the stage. After the singing, the people on the stage were about to leave the stairs on the left. He raised his chin and signaled to the other side: "You can ask them."

How could Liang Yuanyuan not have thought of this? It was just that she was not very familiar with Su Can’s teammates, so she was embarrassed to ask. And doing this made her reluctant to pursue her. After all, she felt that she couldn’t stand her face.

But looking at their distant figures, her mood began to sway, and the last gust of blood rushed over to her head. She held her breath and rushed over.

Zhong Cheng shook his head as he looked at her back, feeling that he was Song Yu's sister, and he was just as desperate as chasing people.

Liang Yuanyuan chased to the backstage, and Su Can's teammates had already left, went out from the back door of the bar, and went to the pedestrian street behind. She paused, and after a little hesitation, she chased out again.

"Fan Zhendong!" Liang Yuanyuan shouted from behind.

Every time she runs in a sports test, she is the countdown. She really can't catch up with a group of tall men who are about 1.8 meters tall, so she can only call them.

Fan Zhendong turned around when he heard the voice, and his partners Ke Zhang and Shi Nan also turned around.

Fan Zhendong met Liang Yuanyuan and knew that she was the number one fan of their captain. He often sat in the best viewing position under the stage to cheer for their performances.

Seeing that they stopped, Liang Yuanyuan then supported her waist and ran over with a slow pace.

"Is there anything wrong?" Fan Zhendong asked.

Liang Yuanyuan rubbed her bangs that were blown by the wind, and a white air spread out from her mouth. She said in a silence: "I... I just want to ask, why didn't Su Can come today?"

"Ah, you said this." Fan Zhendong smiled, as if it was an expected problem, and he was not surprised, "His brother and sister have a serious cold, so he went to the hospital."

Liang Yuanyuan was puzzled: "Brother and sister-in-law?"

Fan Zhendong was stunned for a moment before he realized that the name was ambiguous and quickly explained: "My brother and sister, the two children caught a cold together, which made him busy."

Liang Yuanyuan: "What about his family? Don't you help take care of him?"

Fan Zhendong suddenly silenced, his expression froze on his face, and the other two men also reacted the same way. After about half a minute, Fan Zhendong coughed: "I don't want to say anything else, please ask him yourself in the future."

Liang Yuanyuan is not so ignorant. Just by looking at their expressions, you can guess that there is something unspeakable. Either the family is gone, or they are far apart and cannot take care of them.

"Okay, I understand." The temperature outside was below zero, and Liang Yuanyuan's nose was frozen red. She inhaled, "Can I ask again, which hospital he is in?"

Fan Zhendong pulled the guitar on his shoulder up, held the strap of the guitar bag in his hand, and told her the name of the hospital.

Liang Yuanyuan thanked her, put her hands in her pocket and walked back, stood by the roadside and stopped a taxi, asking the driver to take her to the hospital.

It was already cold and the place like the hospital seemed even colder at night. When standing in the corridor, you could feel the biting wind coming from all directions and drilling into the collar.

Liang Yuanyuan rubbed her hands and shrank her neck. She didn't have Su Can's contact information and didn't know where to find him.

Fan Zhendong said that the child is sick, and should be in the pediatrics department?

She stood in front of the lobby on the first floor and looked for it. The pediatrics were on the third floor. There were many people waiting in front of the elevator on the first floor, so she simply chose to climb the stairs to the third floor, climbed the last step, and passed a small door to the waiting hall on the third floor. He saw Su Can at a glance.

The man sat on an iron gray chair, wearing a thin white sweatshirt, holding a little girl in his arms. He wrapped the little girl tightly with a down jacket, and a little boy lying on the chair next to him. Both children were infusions, and the infusion bag was hanging on the same shelf.

Liang Yuanyuan had only seen Su Can, who was highly anticipated on the stage, and had never seen him like this, thin, lonely, and even a little embarrassed.

She suddenly felt at a loss and dared not approach her.

Perhaps Liang Yuanyuan's eyes were too direct, Su Can saw her as soon as she looked up. The little girl in her arms moved, blinked weakly, and a smile appeared on her cheeks that turned red due to the fever: "Beautiful sister."

Liang Yuanyuan was dressed as delicate as a doll at any time. Her snow-white down jacket was open, revealing the dark blue sweater and plaid skirt inside. She wore a furry hat, and the hanging balls on both sides were placed in front of her.

Since he had discovered it, Liang Yuanyuan had nowhere to hide, so he walked over and stood in front of Su Can.

"How did you find this place?" Su Can's voice was faint, and he listened carefully and felt a little hoarse and grainy. I wonder if he had a cold too.

"You didn't come to the bar today. I asked Fan Zhendong. He said you are here, so I'll come to see you." Liang Yuanyuan looked at the little girl in his arms, looking seven or eight years old, with shiny eyes, a little dark face, and a fever-reducing patch on her forehead, and was coughing very quietly.

Su Can: "I see it now, go back early."

Liang Yuanyuan: "Have you eaten? I'll help you..."

The two of them sounded almost at the same time. Su Can spoke faster. After saying what he should say, Liang Yuanyuan's words were forced to interrupt.

She was stunned for a moment and continued: "I'll go buy food for you."

"I heard what you said that day." Su Can suddenly mentioned the conversation they had before that could not be called a quarrel. "You said you were not chasing idol stars, then are you chasing me? You see now, I am not as glamorous as on the stage, and you still have time to regret it now."

Liang Yuanyuan didn't expect that he had picked up the words and said so bluntly that her heart was like a drum beat, and her ears began to get hot.

She had no power to resist, clenched her clothes with her fingers, and finally she turned around and ran away without saying anything.

Su Can looked at her hurriedly running away, smiled mockingly, lowered her head to look at her sister, and then looked at her younger brother who was sleeping beside her. Her heart felt like a stone was pressing down, which made him breathless.

Such a heavy mood did not last long, because Liang Yuanyuan returned and was carrying a steaming rice bowl and a blanket.

She didn't say anything and covered the blanket with the little boy next to her.

In the evening, Su Can received a call from his neighbor saying that two children at home had a fever. He left the bar and rushed back and took them to the hospital. He was busy with registration, payment, and infusion. He naturally had no time to eat and did not bring anything to him, so he wrapped his clothes on his sister. The younger brother is a boy, and he is a little older, so he can only let him resist it.

Fortunately, there is heating in the hall, and it is not very cold.

Liang Yuanyuan pointed to the infusion bag and reminded him: "I'll finish the loss if there is another point. You can have a meal quickly, I'll help you hold her."

The little girl was very sensible. After hearing what she said, she struggled to get out of Su Can's arms: "I can sit by myself, brother, go for dinner."

Su Can quickly stopped her movements, worried that she would touch the infusion needle on the back of her hand when she moved around. He hesitated for a moment, and finally put his sister on the chair and sat next to her for a meal. After a while of silence, he said, "Thank you."

Liang Yuanyuan lowered her head, kicked the stains on the tip of her shoes, and responded: "You're welcome."

The infusion bag was already bottomed out. Before Su Can finished her meal, Liang Yuanyuan ran to call the nurse to get the needle. The little boy who had been sleeping beside her woke up, blinked his sleepy eyes and wrinkled his nose: "It smells so good."

The blanket on his body slid down with the movement of getting up. Liang Yuanyuan went over to cover him and smiled and said, "You have a cold now, and can't eat that."

The little boy looked at her, his voice full of childishness: "Who are you?"

"I am..." Liang Yuanyuan glanced at Su Can. He had finished his meal. He packed the lunch box and put it into the bag. He walked over and threw it into the trash can in two steps. "I am your brother's friend."

It was getting late, so Su Can took out his mobile phone and clicked on the QR code to open WeChat and asked Liang Yuanyuan to be his friend.

She was a little flattered. Before, he sent her back to school, but she was typing her little calculations all the way. She didn't know how to get his contact information, but she didn't expect it to be easy this time.

She scanned the QR code on his phone and added a friend.

His nickname is the character "Su", with a microphone symbol on it behind it, the avatar is black and gray, and there is no personal signature. The WeChat account is his mobile phone number.

In just a few seconds, Liang Yuanyuan had already remembered the information he could obtain. Just as he was about to deposit his number into the phone book, Su Can sent a message.

It’s nothing else, it’s the transfer news, the money for rice bowl and the money for blanket just now.

Liang Yuanyuan: “…”

He really doesn't want to owe anyone a little.

Afterwards, Su Can thanked her again, took her younger brother and sister out of the hospital, stood by the road to take a taxi, and turned his head to look at Liang Yuanyuan: "Why are you going back?" If he usually sent her back to school, he can't leave now.

Liang Yuanyuan waved her hand and said indifferently: "You go quickly, don't let them catch a cold anymore. My school is not far from here, just take a taxi back."

"Okay, I'll send me a message at school." Su Can stopped a car and sat in the back seat with two children. He looked at her as the car moved forward.

Liang Yuanyuan stood there, looked up at the night sky where there were no stars, sighed a long time, and then couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

No matter what, she has taken a big step forward.

But as she smiled, the curve of the corners of her lips pressed down again, and suddenly she felt an inexplicable sense of depression. The night in the imperial capital seemed particularly cold.

——

Meng Jianwan stayed in a nail art shop in the next few days. This year's Spring Festival is in late January, and there are only a few days before the Chinese New Year. There are particularly many customers doing nail art, all of which have chosen a prosperous style, which is in line with the atmosphere of the New Year.

When I was too busy, the boss Meng Jianwan would also help pick up a few customers.

The previous customer asked to use red as the background color, with small snowflakes on it, and also asked to write the word "get rich" in gold.

Meng Jianwan held his chin and knocked on the table. The next customer sat in front of her. Before she could even ask her what style she wanted to make, the phone on the desktop rang.

Song Yu: "I have a social engagement tonight, come and pick me up."

Meng Jianwan: "Your driver's wife wants to have a baby?"

Song Yu: "No."

Meng Jianwan: "Then why did you ask me to pick you up?"

Song Yu: "Go home and go."

Meng Jianwan pressed the phone and threw it aside, picked up the picture album and handed it to the girl in front of him, and asked in a formula: "Do you want to make a style? If you don't have one, you can choose it now."

When it was time to get off work, Meng Jianwan invited the staff in the store to eat hot pot, which was the last dinner before the Chinese New Year.

It’s dark early in winter. When the weather is bad like today, the sky is covered with a black curtain before six o’clock.
To be continued...