Chapter 1210

Ye nianmo frowned, "your talent is really not as good as Aoxue."

Ding Yiyi glared at him, more depressed, hands unconsciously stirring the coat button.

Ye nianmo laughingly looked at her like a child, and could not help laughing, "talent and effort are two different things."

Ding Yiyi is stunned. Is he comforting her? Ye nianmo has already gone out. She bites her teeth and catches up. For ye chuyun's expectation, she must design a set of rings for him.

As dusk approached, Ding Yiyi got out of the car dejectedly. One day passed, he visited countless galleries, but he never had any inspiration. As long as he raised his pen, what he drew was still lifeless.

"Don't come with me. I don't want chu Yun to see us together." She took a deep breath, did not even turn her head, said in a hurry, "thank you today" and went to the door of the hospital.

"Don't you want to reassure him?" Ye nianmo's faint voice came, he ate her, so the tone was relaxed, "do you want him to worry?"

Ding Yiyi stops, blames herself more. She doesn't want to let ye chuyun be her umbrella any more. If she can't do that, she's really damned.

"I'll see you here at 12 noon tomorrow."

In the ward, ye chuyun leans on the head of the bed and quietly looks out of the window. Ye nianmo stands under the tree. The wind blows his scarf and black coat.

When the door opened, he looked back and drew the curtains. The light in the room dimmed. "Where are you today?"

"Nothing. I'm going out for inspiration. I'm going to design you the best ring in the world."

"It's not me, it's us."

Ye chuyun obstinately correct, he waved to her, Ding Yi obediently walked over, see the pinhole on the back of his hand after a sour heart.

Because every day a large number of infusion, resulting in his originally pale hands on the back of a purple, ye chuyun comfort her, "there is a week to go."

"You're going to be OK." Ding Yiyi choked, a week is just like a death notice, change the heart, although the success rate is high, but she is still very worried.

Ye chuyun greedy looking at her, can't help but reach out to imprison her cheek, "Yiyi, the rest of the days stay by my side, so wholeheartedly looking at me."

Ding Yiyi wants to promise, but he wants to follow ye nianmo to find inspiration, so he has to say: "I will always be with you."

Ye chuyun goes to sleep with satisfaction. He is too tired. In order to avoid rejection after heart transplantation, he takes a lot of drugs every day to enhance his immunity.

When he falls asleep, Ding Yiyi stealthily takes out the drawings and pens from his bag. Today, the ideas in the gallery are tangled, and ye nianmo will break in occasionally.

An hour later, she put down her pen and sighed dejectedly.

The next day, the nurse to push ye chuyun to chemotherapy, he saw Ding Yiyi seems absent-minded, joked: "will you be here?"

"I'll wait here for you to come back." Ding Yiyi promised.

After ye chuyun left, she looked at the clock. Now it's 11:40. It will take three hours for ye chuyun to do the HLA typing test and other chemotherapy, that is, she will appear in the ward at about 4:00 p.m., and try again today for the last time. If she has no inspiration, she will give up!

In the corridor, ye chuyun apologized to the nurse and said, "I'm sorry, I still have something to forget to tell my fiancee. Can I go back for a while?"

Push open the door, his smiling face solidified, there is no one in the room, he slowly pushed the wheelchair to the window.

Downstairs, Ding Yiyi sits in the car, ye nianmo's figure is in a flash, and the car drives away.

"Mr. Ye?" The nurse reminded me.

He returned to his mind, smiling apologetically at her, "I'm sorry, let's go."

In the car, Ding Yiyi insists on turning her head out of the window. She doesn't speak and doesn't ask where to go.

When the car stopped, she couldn't help but be stunned, "here, this is a park?"

"Griffith Park" ye nianmo answers and unfastens his seat belt.

Ding Yiyi got out of the car and was immediately shocked by the beautiful scenery on the mountain. From here, you can see the lights of Los Angeles, the oak trees and wild sage are scattered in perfect order. From where you stand, you can also see the zoo and golf course.

She was obsessed with watching, and her depression over the past few days has dissipated. Her mouth can't help but show a sincere smile. The sound of the flash light rings. She turns her head and ye nianmo calmly puts away the camera.

Smile disappeared, she stood silent for a while, "if not to find inspiration, I will go back."

"Do you know why your works sell poorly?"

She didn't speak, but her ears stood up. Ye nianmo said directly: "impetuous."

Aware of her stupefaction, he continued: "filming makes you impetuous, so you forget to fit people's heart to design jewelry that others really want."

"Enough! Why do you say that to me! " Ding Yiyi became angry because he was angry and his red ear tips were transparent in the sun.Ye nianmo sits idly everywhere and does not look at her. He looks away. "Not many people are real geniuses. You can try to find inspiration here."

Ding Yiyi was silent. He turned his back to ye chuyun and took a few steps, leaning against a big tree.

The sun cast mottled reflections through the branches, warm and drowsy. She sat quietly for ten minutes and began to be a little impatient.

She turned her head and saw ye nianmo. She didn't know where he took out a book and was looking at it carefully. The sunlight pulled his shadow into an oblique section.

A colorful ball rolled into his shadow. She followed the ball's eyes and saw a white child about three or four years old running from a distance with a smile.

A big golden hair is firmly behind her. The little white girl runs to ye nianmo. She looks at the contents of the book sideways. Ye nianmo moves her arm slightly and turns to the illustrated page intentionally.

The golden fur arched the little girl's arm and took the initiative to hold the ball in her arms. Ding Yiyi burst out laughing.

Not far away, someone was shouting. Ding Yiyi squinted and looked not far away. An old woman was pushing a wheelchair with a white old man of the same age.

They walk slowly towards the little girl. The little girl and the dog throw the ball. One of the colored balls falls at Ding Yiyi's feet. Ding Yiyi picks it up and smiles at the little girl.

Maybe shy, the little girl turned and ran to the old man. Ding Yiyi stood up awkwardly to return the ball, but the old man waved to her happily.

"Here, your ball." Ding Yiyi coaxes the little girl hiding behind the old woman with the ball.

"Thank you." The old man said with a gentle smile.

Ding Yiyi looked at the old woman carefully helping the old man in the wheelchair tuck in the blanket on his knee and said enviously, "you have a good relationship."

"She's not my wife (he's not my husband)."

The two old men spoke with one voice, and then looked at each other with a smile. Looking at Ding Yiyi's puzzled appearance, the old woman patted the old man on the shoulder with a smile. "We have been in love for 40 years, but we are not married."

The little girl called the old man in the distance. The old woman waved her hand and pushed the wheelchair away.

Ding Yiyi looks at the back of the two people, caught off guard and ye nianmo's line of sight.

His eyes were heavy, with undisguised love, just like the soft silk thread around his fingertips, which made his hair itch. She tried hard to move her eyes, but fell into the deeper ocean.

He came towards her with a sense of oppression called love. He raised his hand to touch her soft hair, but she grabbed it.

Ding Yiyi ran to the car in a panic. Sitting in the car, she was still shaking. She took a deep breath, suppressing the vibration of nowhere to place.

after a while, ye read ink into the car, she looked very tight, suddenly a dark, faint fragrance of men's fragrance suddenly drifted into the nasal cavity.

"Don't touch me!" She coldly raised her hand. Ye nianmo was pushed aside by her. Her back hit the steering wheel and made a dull sound.

The atmosphere is cold, ye nianmo calm face pointed to the seat belt, and then sit back in place.

On returning to the hospital, Ding Yiyi immediately got out of the car without saying a word and met Ye Bo holding thick documents at the door.

"Is the young master with you?" After ye Bo returns home with AO Xue, he brings the documents that ye nianmo hasn't dealt with from the office.

Ding Yiyi nodded hastily and went to the ward. She closed the door and breathed a long sigh. Ye chuyun hasn't come back yet. She sits on one side, worried.

As soon as she lifted her hand, the pencil on the desk was knocked down. She bent down to pick it up and drew on the paper aimlessly. The two old people clung to each other in her mind could not go away.

She is painting and altering. She is more and more open-minded and excited. Pencils of different colors are changing flexibly at her fingertips.

When I put down the pencil, I heard a soft exclamation, "it's very nice."

"Chuyun!"

She was surprised. Looking out of the window, it was already dark. She was surprised and said, "my God, what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

Ding Yiyi was so surprised that she did it for three hours. Ye chuyun took the drawing and said carelessly, "are you staying in the ward today?"

"Yes." Ding Yiyi responds happily, neglecting the pain in his eyes.

He returned the design to her with a smile. He looked relaxed and said with a smile, "I hope I can wear the ring you designed when I get engaged."

A few days passed quickly. In the early morning, Ding Yiyi kept walking in the ward. Hai Qingqing wanted to comfort ye chuyun, but she was afraid to make him nervous.

Mo Xiaojun is much more straightforward. When he pats ye chuyun's back, Hai Qingqing stares at him and says, "my children are not so weak."

Ye chuyun has changed his surgical clothes. He pulls Hai Qingqing's hand and whispers: "Mom, I'm ok."

The doctor pushed the door, haiqingqing could not help but grasp his time, repeatedly confirmed, "doctor, chuyun must be OK, right?"

Mo Xiaojun gently over her shoulder, ye chuyun looked at Ding Yiyi, her eyes slightly red, went to him, put the design drawings into his pocket."I'm waiting for you. When you're ready, we'll make these two rings together. I'm waiting to be your bride."

After the operation door is closed, ye nianmo appears. He looks at Ding Yiyi and his uncle and aunt from a distance. All his worries are just sighs.