Chapter 7: obsessed

"Uncle Zhang, thank you, I'm here."
"You're welcome, Miss Lin, I will always wait here."
"Actually, I don't have to be so troublesome, I can do it myself."
"No trouble, this is my job, Miss Lin. Please don't say it next time. Miss will wait for the meeting."
"..OK, bye."
Lin Xingqing looked at the smiling uncle Zhang Hao parked the car and looked at her smiling Uncle Zhang, after a moment of silence he finally went upstairs.
Sure enough, what kind of boss there are employees.
Fang Xia is such an overbearing character, even the driver she invited. It seems to be very good to talk, but in fact it is unknowable.
Thinking so wildly, Lin Xingqing pressed the elevator. As the elevator gradually increased, those thoughts were easily pressed, but the rest was just an unspeakable joy.
It was only one night, but I missed my dad inexplicably.
Perhaps this is the sweet burden Dad said before.
Thinking that way, Lin Xingqing never thought about anything else, but walked quickly towards his father's ward.
1201 VIP ward
Compared to the lively and lively atmosphere of other wards, it seems very quiet here at the moment. This kind of quietness can make the best rest for the patients. Because of this quietness, Lin Xingqing's cheerful footsteps can't help but relax. Looking at the tightly closed door in front of me, somehow a slight sense of constriction came up, approaching lightly and carefully, and carefully opening the door to a slit.
Unexpectedly, it was not a clear sight, but a gloom.
At this normal point, the nursing union has long pulled the curtains open, letting the sunlight lean in. Once ventilated, and secondly, the sunlight will make people feel very good.
Is it because she is not there, so the nurse is lazy?
This idea was suppressed by Lin Xingqing as soon as it emerged. The professionalism of the nurses here has been seen many times this month. If it were not for this, what would it be?
Because of the sudden thought, Lin Xingqing's hand holding the doorknob didn't rush to open the door, but just looked through the gap.

Even if the sun is shining outside and the picture is excellent, but when the heavy curtains are pulled tightly and there is no gap, the whole room looks as dark as night.
Lin Yufeng, who was ill for a while and was a little thin, looked a little empty in the sick suit at the moment, and the freshly washed blue cotton quilt covered most of his body, but in the slight ups and downs of the quilt, A pale and thin slender hand came out of the quilt, clenching fists tightly, and when all the green muscles in the back of the hand burst, Lin Yufeng gently coughed and sighed for a long time. Slowly loosened, and fell to the side of the bed with a bit of desolation, except for the sigh, Lin Yufeng had no action, but lowered his head slightly, his hands were weak on both sides, and his knees were slightly curved. Up.

Through the light of the slightly opened door slit, Lin Xingqing could still see clearly even though his sight was faintly blurred after the initial discomfort.
Lin Yufeng's slightly frowning brows, squeezed lips, and even the slight lowering of his head, the kind of powerless breath that the whole person exudes.
It was a Lin Yufeng that Lin Xingqing had never seen before.
"Xing Qing, silly boy, what are you crying about, isn't Dad good?"
At that time, Lin Yufeng had just woke up after the operation, with an oxygen tube inserted between his nose, his face was very thin, but he could still smile and talk to her like this.
Yes, no matter what time, Lin Yufeng is smiling, omnipotent, and gentle like jade.
But now my father ...
Does his father always do this?
Just to reassure her, she hid all the suffering.
Or is there something that she didn't know happened again?
Either way, for Lin Xingqing, it was the existence of her heart that only made her think.
Lin Xingqing bit her lip tightly, holding the doorknob tighter and tighter, perhaps too focused, so that she did not hear footsteps getting closer and closer, until a slightly suspicious hello sounded from the ear:
"Miss Lin, did you come to see her father? Mr. Lin is inside, why not go in?"
"Oh, just here, looking at the dark inside the room, thinking that Dad is sleeping."
Lin Xingqing's eyes drooped slightly, condensing those rich emotions and pretending to be a meaningless opening.
"Oh, you said Mr. Lin, he was like this yesterday, saying he wanted to be quiet himself. Rest assured, we check Mr. Lin every day. Just checked in the morning, Mr. Lin is very healthy and should not be used for long. Was discharged. "
Because it is a VIP patient, plus Lin Xingqing and Lin Yufeng are not difficult people, the attitude of the nurse is excellent.
The extremely fast discharge is the largest heart hospital for all patients and their families.
"Well, I think too."
Lin Xingqing naturally knew the nurse's kindness, and quickly raised his head and tried to smile with a smile.
Just a few words of Lin Xingqing chatting with the nurse, Lin Yu Fengyun! Slim! Small! Zhu actually pulled the curtains open, and in the bright sunlight shined through the huge window, Lin Yufeng was sitting on the bed, because Before the movement, there was a flush on his face, and the smile beckoned towards Lin Xingqing with a smile:
"Xing Qing, why are you here? Dad didn't tell you that there is nothing to do in the hospital, and there are nurses, you can just do your own thing.
Come, come to dad. "
Lin Yufeng is exactly the same as he is on weekdays, and also expresses the contradictory expression of being a father, expecting to spend more time with his daughter, but not wanting to embarrass the child.
Just like the scene in the darkness I saw before was just her illusion.
"Look, Mr. Lin already missed Miss Lin ~
Let's go in together now? "
"it is good.
Dad, why did you suddenly get up, you are still okay, what about nurse Wangsao? "
With that said, Lin Xingqing walked a few steps to Lin Yufeng in front of her, and spoke with a little anger.
Those changes were like the father's hiding. At this moment, I don't know what it was based on. She also chose to hide.
"You ~ love the fuss, Dad just walked like this for a while, voila, don't lie down and come back immediately, Wangsao is busy with her, you just happened to be, she just went ...
"Really? Dad, how did you sleep yesterday?"
"Of course, are you a dad as a child? Conversely, you, Xing Qing, how come you are free?"
"Of course it's because I miss my dad ~"
"Haha, my family Xing Qing is really more and more coaxing."
"..."
After that, everything is as usual, even when saying goodbye to his father, Lin Xingqing's expression is still as usual, with a little delicate, slightly cheerful and cute look.
It's just that as usual, when he got into the car, the laughter on Lin Xingqing's face could no longer be maintained during the rush of the car.
Driver Uncle Zhang's car was very stable. In the melodious tone, the car drove quietly and quietly to the destination. Inertially thanked Uncle Zhang. I didn't know when the time was nearing the evening. The bright sunlight began to take a little dim The taste of it, the garden that seemed busy in the morning restored the calm of yesterday, but the beautiful flowers of all colors brought a vibrant vitality, and also a very peaceful atmosphere.
Lin Xingqing stood quietly for a while at the door, went in and briefly said to Lisao, chose to walk into the garden, and slowly paced, watching each one quietly, waiting for some time The wind, the branches and leaves sway, and the fragrance of flowers overflows. Lin Xingqing finally feels that her mood has gradually improved a lot.
The flowers are silent, but for her, the flowers are extremely magical.
Therefore, Lin Xingqing loves flowers.
When you are upset, when you are sad, when you are depressed, as long as you stay in the flower pile, she can let her release everything.

"Miss, are you back?"
"Well, what about Lin Xingqing?"
"Miss Lin came back at four in the afternoon. When she came back, she looked a little dull. She should be in a bad mood. After telling me, she stayed in the garden and said she wanted to go shopping. Does the lady need to drink something first?"
"No, Lisao, let them prepare the meals, I'll take a look."
"Ok."
With Lisao's courteous resignation, Fang Xia unbuttoned a button at the top of her shirt and rubbed her temples gently with her hand. After exhaling slightly, the faint trace of exhaustion disappeared instantly. .
It was almost six o'clock at this moment. There was almost no sunlight, but there was still a little light struggling to exist. The lights in the garden had not been turned on. Among all the gorgeous flowers, the whole garden seemed a bit bleak, but the side Xia walked steadily and walked forward with a clear purpose. When she finally saw the person she wanted to see, the dim afterglow made Fang Xia see clearly.
The man's long hair fluttered at the moment, his head was leaning forward slightly, a white and slender hand, carefully holding a plant with two-color flowers, as long as the eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered slightly, the hand was slightly Moved, his nose lightly pumped, his lips slightly raised.
Obviously, the girl is smelling flowers.
Fang Xia can't smell what the flower is like.
But after such subtle movements, the girl exhaled for a long time, carefully released the flower, stood upright, gently pulled the long hair with her hand, the soft earlobe was set against the long black hair. Distinct.
"Mandarin duck jasmine, it really is beautiful."
Slightly with a little hoarse female voice with its own magnetism.
Because of her contentment, the girl's eyebrows opened slightly, clearly looking gorgeous, but with a quiet breath at the moment.
"Slap ~"
The last glare of sunlight finally faded away, and the light at that point rang with the subtle sounds one after another. The girl subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands under the protruding light, in a pure white plain dress, in the gorgeous In the two-tone jasmine, the girl is more brilliant than all the flowers and dazzling than all the lights.
Fang Xia stood quietly in the same place, her dark eyes staring at the direction of the girl, with a hidden fascination in her eyes.
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