In the afternoon, Meng Jianwan's sleepiness became more and more sleepy. He slept for a while last night, but then he could no longer sleep. He simply took his charged mobile phone to browse the web until the sky turned white.

Song Yu recovered his energy after resting for one night. Seeing Meng Jianwan yawning from time to time, tears filled his eyes. He felt so sorry for him, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "You sleep for a while, I'll move a little."

Meng Jianwan glanced at him and saw that he had indeed been much better, so he was not polite and fell asleep on the hospital bed.

After a while, Song Yu noticed that Meng Jianwan was in a deep sleep, so he sat back to the bed, gently pulled a corner of the quilt, and covered her.

He stared at her face, reached out to brush away the hair on her cheek, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Song Yu was enjoying this rare tranquility and beauty. Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door. Then the medical staff pushed the door and rushed in, lifting a patient who was humming to the next bed.

Song Yu was a little irritated. He lived in a single room, but two beds. There was no one in the next bed yesterday, and he could still have space for two people with Meng Jianwan. Now a patient suddenly moved in, and his plan to "cultivate feelings by a lonely man and a widow woman" was completely interrupted.

Song Yu lowered his eyes depressedly. Seeing Meng Jianwan's eyebrows frowned and not sleeping comfortably, he probably was disturbed by the movements in the ward.

He hurriedly leaned over, blocked her ears with his hands, turned his head and said to the group of people, "Please whisper, thank you."

The young man who opened his mouth and cried with pain stopped. When he met Song Yu's unhappy gaze, he felt a sense of oppression in his heart inexplicably. He held back the pain and closed his mouth.

The man was hit by a leg bone in a car accident. Family members of all sizes surrounded the hospital bed. After the attending doctor explained the precautions, he left the ward.

Not long after, the family members also left, leaving only the injured mother to take care of him, and the others planned to take turns to take care of him.

The injured leg was raised high, and a thick cast was applied, wrapping it like an elephant's leg. The effect of the anesthetic had long passed, and it was so painful that he wanted to find something to divert his attention, and then he noticed the hospital bed next to him.

The ward was a little quieter, and Song Yu let go of the hand that blocked Meng Jianwan's ear, and gently smoothed her frown eyebrows.

The injured patient seemed to have discovered something surprising, and blinked quickly. The patient in the hospital gown sat by the bed to take care of the people. Another person who was wearing ordinary clothes and was not sick at first sight was lying on the hospital bed and slept soundly?

Perhaps the anger on Song Yu disappeared, and along with the low pressure, the injury became bolder and joked: "Hey, buddy, if it weren't for your girlfriend, your illness would have been cured long ago?"

When Song Yu was not angry, he could definitely be called a gentle and elegant gentleman. He held up the gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said slowly: "You don't understand, this is called a sweet burden."

Injury: "..."

I have to endure not only the pain of breaking my legs, but also the pain of dog food slapping on my face?

There is no love in the world, only the sorrow of a single dog.

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Song Yu was in the hospital for a few days and after confirming that he had nothing to do, he went through the discharge procedures. He didn't have much stuff, so he packed it up in just a few seconds.

Meng Jianwan and Song Yu came out of the inpatient department one after another and saw a group of medical staff running towards the emergency room. It was estimated that there were patients with urgent circumstances.

At this time, a middle-aged uncle holding a medicine bag and a checklist passed by and said to his family, "Did you see it? He was poisoned by mushrooms, and the family of five were all down. When the neighbor found out, the five people were sitting in a row in the yard with stools, muttering that they were going to fly a plane!"

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan bent his lips and smiled, pushed Song Yu with his elbow, and looked at him meaningfully.

Song Yu lowered his eyes and pretended not to understand the hint in her eyes. What he didn't want to hear the word "mushroom". He swears that he would never eat mushrooms again in his life, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not.

Meng Jianwan thought he was not embarrassed enough and snorted and laughed: "They were poisoned by mushrooms and flying planes. Why are you at the bottom of the sea? Are you driving a submarine? Is it because you didn't eat enough, so you couldn't fly?"

Song Yu closed his eyes and automatically blocked the outside world's voices and immersed in his own world.

When the two arrived home, Lin Chunhua came out of the house, looked Song up and down several times, and said with tears in his eyes: "It's grandma's bad, something happened to you, I..."

Song Yu held her trembling hands, shook her head, and said in a gentle voice: "Are you okay with me? Grandma, don't worry, I'm strong and fine."

He realized it later and thought, fortunately he was the one who drank the soup that day, and the consequences were unimaginable when the old lady changed.

Meng Jianwan sent the clothes he brought back from the hospital to Song Yu's room. After coming out, he took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, and took the opportunity to educate Lin Chunhua: "This time I'm just a lesson. I'll see if you dare to pick mushrooms in the mountains in the future! If you want to eat mushrooms, go to the supermarket to buy them. Don't always think about saving that little money."

Needless to say, Lin Chunhua already knew how powerful he was to eat poisonous mushrooms by mistake, so he waved his hand: "I understand, I will never pick it again."

Meng Jian nodded late and was satisfied. After drinking a bottle of yogurt, he returned to the room to take a rest.

She has not had a good rest in the hospital these days. As soon as her body touched the soft big bed, she fell asleep shortly afterwards.

The sun is slanted to the west, and the sunset in the sky is colorful, and people's eyes reflect beautiful colors, either orange or golden.

When Song Yu heard Lin Chunhua say that the supper was almost done, he walked back to the house with a broken golden light and shadow on the ground, knocked on Meng Jianwan's door, but did not hear the response, so he pushed open the door.

The curtains in the room were tightly pulled, covering the sky and the sun, and no trace of rays of light could penetrate. Meng Jianwan was lying on the bed and slept without knowing what evening it was. The quilt was kicked aside and fell to the edge of the bed.

"Wanwan?" Song Yu walked to the bed and slapped in her ear and shouted.

Meng Jianwan was in a daze in his sleep. He turned over his back and looked at him, picked up the quilt that was about to fall to the ground, and buried his head in the pillow.

Song Yu shook his head with a smile, patted her on the shoulder: "Wanwan, stop sleeping, you have been sleeping for a while, get up and eat something."

Meng Jianwan frowned, which was a sign of an attack of anger that he had gotten up.

Song Yu was still persisting in performing the wake-up service: "You are still sleepy, and you will have a good sleep after you finish your meal."

Meng Jianwan was so frustrated by the quarrel that he opened his eyes and turned over and prepared to curse.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu was leaning down and bowing his head, only ten centimeters away from her. When she turned her head, her lips were unbiased and fell on the corner of his lips.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows raised high, his ears were like hallucinations, and then echoes sounded in his mind, giving him a messy symphony without rhythm.

Meng Jianwan reacted first, pushed him away, turned over and sat up, picked up the pillow behind him and smashed him in the face.

Song Yu came to his senses, quickly grabbed the pillow with his eyes and hands, hugged it in his arms, and pursed his lips as if aftertaste.

The feeling of his kissing Meng Jianwan and Meng Jianwan taking the initiative to kiss him was completely different. How to say it, the latter seems to be a little sweeter.

"Wow, this time it's not my fault." Song Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Jianwan, and a gentle smile gradually emerged from his black eyes.

Meng Jianwan saw the bright smile on his face, and was so angry that he rushed up and pinched him. Song Yu dodged sideways, kicked the foot of the bed accidentally and fell on the bed. Meng Jianwan seized this opportunity and bullied him...

"Oh!" Lin Chunhua shouted outside the door.

She asked Song Yu to call Meng Jianwan for dinner. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see the two of them coming out. So she came over to take a look, but she saw this scene.

But why is Xiaoyu always at the bottom???

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Xiaoyu, reflect on why this happens.
Chapter completed!