Chapter 195

After training on Sunday, at more than five o'clock in the afternoon, Yunhua went to the military region hospital again.

When she went, Bo Si Qing was writing and drawing in a very strange way.

He can't sit up yet. He is still lying in the hospital bed, but he has a movable support for him. He holds a drawing board on his chest with a piece of white paper on it.

In this way, he doesn't have to sit up and still lie down to write and draw on paper.

As the cloud painting passed by, she looked at it curiously, but she could only see that it seemed to be a topographic map with various symbols on it, but she couldn't understand what these symbols represented.

"What are you doing?" Cloud painting asked.

"Boring." Bo Si Qing helplessly said, "bored almost moldy, so find something to do."

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Thin Si Qing light cough a, "do not ache, the medicine of old Zhong head's family is still quite effective, go back next, I rob a few bottles again."

Yunhua didn't want to expose him. He robbed a few more bottles. There were only two or three bottles left. It's hard to tear down the medicine hall!

"By the way, I saw your brother when I came back last time." After thinking about it, Yun Hua said, "your family You're all like this. Is your elder brother coming to see you? "

Bo Si Qing pitifully flat mouth: "yes, I am so poor, no one came to see me!"

Cloud painting is speechless, can only dry stare.

Bo Si Qing immediately laughed again, "it's OK, my family has no problem. This time the injury is a little fierce, the old man's blood pressure is high these two years, dare not say to him, anyway, I am not dead? In the old man's place, as long as you don't die, it's no big deal. As for my parents, they are so busy that they just call and know it's OK. "

“……” Cloud painting really did not know what to say, "well I'm home. It's too late for my mother to worry

"Well, I'll send someone to pick you up next week." Bosky said naturally.

Cloud painting immediately stares: "are you all right?"

He has been out of danger of life, with the spirit of the grass ointment wound recovery is fast, the key is also will not hurt to sleep, so let her do it!

"I've become like this. Nobody in my family comes to see me. Can't you come and see me?" Bo Si Qing looked at her wrongly.

Cloud painting is really He beat him!

When Yun Hua and Chu Yu came home together, it was already more than eight o'clock.

"Is Xiaosi OK?" On the ground of worry, "Jiang Huan Chu didn't come back in a hurry last night?"

"Yes, it's good. He's all right. He'll take a rest for a while Yunhua said quickly, "Mom, don't worry."

Jiang Huan counted and nodded, "then you go to have a rest. You have to go to school tomorrow. It's a child's family. How can I do it if I'm so tired every day. "

"I'm not tired." Yun Hua laughed, "I think it's very good. Only in this way can I feel alive."

Jiang Huanqing frowned again.

Her daughter's nightmare told her, but did not say too specific, Jiang Huanqing will not not believe her daughter, she just think it is too strange.

No matter what, it's just a nightmare. No matter how painful the experience in the dream is, it can only be used as a wake-up call, not as a real experience.

But now it seems that painting is really affected by nightmares.

Painting seems to really take everything in the nightmare seriously, so that I can live so busy, so uneasy and so hard to live.

Jiang Huanqing can't think of it. Everyone has had nightmares, but who can really regard nightmares as real events?

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