Sometimes, understanding and acceptance do not mean tolerance and forgiveness.
Ji Rufeng's mood at this time is like this.
He looked at Zhao Jian uneasily, for fear that she would say, I understand you, but I can no longer love you.
Simply, God is kind to Ji Rufeng. Zhao Jian just glances at them faintly. "Come in and have a look. Don't make a noise."
Yu Heng shut his mouth and entered the ward behind Zhao Jian.
Ji Rufeng sat down on the chair at the door again for nearly a week. Since Zhao Xu's accident, he still has that suit of clothes on him and never came back home. He has been in the hospital all the time. When he is sleepy, he just takes a picture of himself and lies down in a bed. Most of the time, he is still in Zhao Xu's ward or outside the ward. He looks like a tramp.
Before long, the door of the ward opened again and Zhao Jian came out.
Ji Rufeng raised his head and stood up again, looking forward.
Zhao Jian can't bear it. Every day she is picked up by the car sent by Ji Shaoguang to have a rest, but Ji Rufeng has never had a rest.
Sipping her lips, she said, "go back and have a rest. There's Yu Heng here. There won't be any problem."
The throat rolled and rolled, and the sentence "you go back with me" turned on the tip of the tongue for several times, but he didn't say it in the end. He was afraid of being rejected.
Ji Shaoguang sends a car to pick up Zhao Jian every day. She should be fine.
Moreover, in Lu's home and in front of him is not the same, Zhao Jian in any case will not indulge their temperament, do not eat.
He leaned over and hugged her. His thin shoulder was clasped in his arms.
"I'll get dressed and come back." He said, hoarse.
Zhao Jian didn't speak, didn't hold him, just nodded in silence.
Ji Rufeng kisses her forehead and leaves quickly. He doesn't dare to look back. He's afraid that if he walks slowly, Zhao Jian will say something he doesn't want to hear.
Yu Heng is different from Zhao Jian. After Zhao Jian sleeps again, Zhao Jian is silent like a puppet, while Yu Heng can't stay idle. He pokes Zhao Jian's face for a while, draws a little bastard on his face for a while, and talks with Zhao Xu endlessly.
In less than half an hour, Zhao Jian couldn't stand the noise, which made her headache.
It's good to talk to Zhao Xu. Zhao Jian thinks so and sits on a row of chairs outside.
A corner away from here is the inspection area. There is a long line of people there. A glass door separates the two sides. On this side, it is silent and almost dead.
Zhao Jian looks down at her toes and her mind is blank. She has been in such a state these days. She doesn't want to do anything and doesn't want to pay attention to anyone. She just wants to be in a daze quietly.
Suddenly, a sound broke the silence.
"Miss Zhao? Are you here? "
The voice is familiar, but Zhao Jian's reaction is slow. It seems that the old eagerness that has stopped for a long time starts to work. It takes her a long time to raise her head.
She saw Jiang Xuerou's face.
Compared with Zhao Jian at that time, Jiang Xuerou was dressed in pink gauze skirt, with long hair falling down her shoulders and a hairpin of the same color. She was very fairy, beautiful and suitable for her image.
She looked at Zhao Jian with a smile, as if she had no mustard.
Zhao Jian stood up slowly. She was a little slow. After she got up, her eyes fell on Jiang Xuerou.
"It's Miss Jiang."
Jiang Xuerou said with a gentle smile, "yes, I heard that your younger brother is ill?"
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