Su Yumian rushed to the hospital as fast as possible, and countless possibilities flashed through her mind. Yilan is focused and cautious, so how could he get into a car accident? The nurse's tone on the phone was a little anxious. Will it be very serious?

When she thought of the scene where Yi Lan was walking forward in a wheelchair with broken legs, she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. At that time, she would have to push him out for a walk. Although there was an elevator in the place where she lived, there were still two or three steps before entering the unit building. If it was a hand or the hand where he was writing, it would be even more unimaginable!

As he thought about it, tears almost overflowed. Su Yumian rushed into the ward and was about to shout "Don't be afraid, I'll support you" and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Yi Liao did not lie on the hospital bed, but sat on the chair beside him, his eyes were red and filled with tears, and he looked very painful. An aunt lay on the bed, with her feet cast on her feet, holding the radio in one hand, and painting intoxicatedly with the other hand.

Su Yumian:...

What is the rhythm? What's even more strange is that "Memories related to you" are playing on the radio.

Su Yumian sniffed and forced her tears back.

When Yi Liao saw her, he waved to the aunt, "Sister Yu, this is Su Yumian."

"Wow! Come on, come on! Come on, sit down!" The aunt's voice was extremely loud, and she patted the bed excitedly, her face glowing, not at all like the person who had just had a car accident. "You are Su Yumian, the lyricist of "Memories Related to You"? Wow, I like this lyrics so much! It reminds me of when I was young!"

Su Yumian walked over with a confused look on his face.

Aunt Yu enthusiastically told the two young people about her innocent past when she was young. It was obvious that this was a chatterbox patient. Before Su Yumian arrived, she had already spread this memory to many people.

Su Yumian held too many questions in her heart, and patience was equivalent to the aunt finishing her talk. She asked Yijie in a casual manner: "What's the situation?!"

"I accidentally bumped into my sister. During the chat, I found that she liked your works very much, so I called you."

"that's all?"

"That's it."

"You're not injured?"

"Nonsense, or I'll sit here?"

Su Yumian looked at him suspiciously. Yi Lan's eyes were still watery, and it looked like he had just cried. Then, he suddenly sneezes several times, and tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes. He quickly wiped them off with a tissue.

In Su Yumian's opinion, he was indeed crying and even blocking his face with a tissue, as if he didn't want her to see it.

Aunt Yu took Su Yumian's hand carefully: "Everyone Su, your word is really well written! I like it very much! When I see these lyrics, I will remember when I was in school..."

She was going to talk about her memories of her crush on her male classmate again.

Su Yumian looked at Yi Liao in confusion. Yi Liao nodded his head with his hands, meaning that Aunt Yu had some mental problems.

In theory, Yi Lao has already paid the medical expenses, and as long as Aunt Yu’s family comes and there are no other disputes, they can leave.

But Su Yumian listened to her talk about the innocent past several times while hungry, but no one came. After waiting for a long time, a young man who claimed to be Aunt Yu's nephew came over.

He told them that Aunt Yu was alone and had no children. Her husband passed away very early. Since then, she has had some mental problems and always likes to talk about her past when she met her husband. Relatives don’t want to bear this burden and avoid it. Today he came here, and it is not good to leave the aunt alone in the hospital.

Before Su Yumian and Yi left, Aunt Yu suddenly stopped talking about memories and looked at them with some anger: "Are you leaving?"

Yi Liao bowed: "Sister Yu, we will come to see you another day."

Aunt Yu snorted coldly, like a tantrum child, turned his head and didn't look at him: "Just talk, you're just lying to me." At the end, she said in a very angry voice, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, no one wants to stay with me, the aunt!"

Su Yumian looked at each other with embarrassment. After leaving, Aunt Yu's figure still couldn't get rid of her heart.

Yi Dao's eyes became redder, and in order not to let tears flow down, the frequency of blinking was higher.

Su Yumian sighed: "I didn't expect your tears to be so low."

Yi Liao glanced at her: "I'm not crying."

Su Yumian looked like "I understand everything" and didn't want to continue exposing him. She asked instead: "How are you talking to Aunt Zhou?"

"It's just like that." Still unwilling to say more.

Su Yumian looked at him and wondered, "Where is the flowers that Auntie gave you?"

"Take it."

"Take it?" Su Yumian almost jumped up and asked him, "How could he throw it away? The flowers that the aunt went to choose in the morning are her wishes."

Yi Liao was about to speak, but he sneezes a few more times.

Su Yumian dragged him forward: "Where did you throw it away? Let's pick it up."

Yi Liao pulled out his hand and let Su Yumian grab the air. His tears were so charming that he looked a little charming, but unfortunately his voice was still a little cold, saying word by word: "Su Yumian, I am allergic to pollen."

Su Yumian was stunned.

Yidao continued: "If you don't know, forget it, my mom..."

He wanted to speak but stopped and didn't say anything. Su Yumian knew what he was going to say, but the mother who gave birth to him did not know that her son was allergic to pollen, and even brought a bouquet of flowers to visit him. Yi Jie's helplessness and resistance in the lounge had already explained everything.

Su Yumian had no way of imagining that he should be disappointed. And she, as if pressing his head, forced him to accept the disappointment and pain.

Yi Liaobi drew it and said with red eyes: "The degree to which I can accept is the basin of daffodils on my desk. No matter how many, I can't handle it."

"But when we went to the flower market..." Su Yumian remembered it without asking for answers from Yijie. That day, Yijie didn't wear a mask, but when she entered the flower market, she suddenly put on a mask. She thought he was afraid of being recognized. Moreover, most of the flower markets in winter were left with only green leaves.

Su Yumian twisted her fingers uneasy and asked, "That's the car accident today?"

"I sneeze and accidentally ran into someone." Yi Liao shrugged, feeling helpless.

Su Yumian was very guilty of himself, followed his footsteps, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Yi Liao rubbed her hair: "You don't need to apologize."

"But I really blame myself."

"Then think about how to compensate me."

"Ha?" This was too fast to climb! Did you say you didn't need to apologize just now? Su Yumian quickly took out a lollipop from his bag, held it devoutly in front of Yi Liao with both hands, and said with nonchalantness, "Don't calm down, please give me candy!"

Yi Liao narrowed his eyes, reached out to take the candy, slowly unpacked the wrapping paper, and put it into his mouth.

Su Yumian was even more surprised. She was just polite. How could this person eat it? It was a limited-edition imported lollipop! She frowned her eyebrows in pain, but pretended to be generous when Yi Liao's eyes swept over, and said casually with her hands behind her back: "Oh, okay. After eating my candy, she is my person."

Yi Liao stopped instantly, and a bag was arched on the cheeks by the lollipop.

Su Yumian suddenly realized that she was saying the wrong thing, and it suddenly became hot from her neck to her face.

Yidao asked: "Keep your word?"

"No, I just said it wrong. I actually wanted to say that if you eat my candy, you have to forgive me..."

"Su Yumian, what you say is the water you poured out." He approached step by step, and his sick eyes suddenly became clear and clear, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You can't change it."

After speaking, he gritted his teeth vigorously, bit the lollipop with a "cuckoo", and then shook the lonely rod with an innocent look on his face.

"I'm yours."

At night, it started to snow again. Su Yumian and Yilan went to the convenience store next to the community to buy things.

Su Yumian was very afraid of the cold. She ran into the convenience store in the snow. The first thing she did was to rub her hands and breathe.

After buying the items, Yiluo saw that it was snowing outside and suggested waiting for a while before leaving. The store happened to be playing "Memories Related to You" with a soothing and gentle melody. Although miyuki faded out of the entertainment industry, this song is still very popular with everyone.

Yi Liao bought a cup of hot soy milk for Su Yumian, and she whispered "Thank you". Yi Liao sat next to her. The moment her thighs touched, Su Yumian was like a frightened bird, quickly moving away half a meter away to the side.

Yizha was both angry and funny, and asked, "Am I so scary?"

"No...no." Su Shuanggou is online.

"Then what are you hiding?"

“There is too much heating here, and it’s even hotter to lean on it.”

Yi Liao looked up at the window when he heard this. Large snowflakes fell down, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the yard. People were unwilling to go out on such nights, just want to stay at home while enjoying the heating and watching TV. Although there are few people on the streets, warm yellow lights are lit up in the high-rise buildings, as if there is a gentle family behind each window.

Yi Liao watched intently for a long time, and even Su Yumian couldn't help but look at him along with his gaze.

He suddenly asked, "Su Yumian, do you have heating at home?"

"No, it's very cold in winter, but it's not heating." Su Yumian put his hands on the soy milk, letting the hot air flow pounce on his face, "It's great to have heating."

"Yes, it's great to have heating." Yi Liao suddenly turned his head and looked at her, "So, do you want to stay in the city B with heating?"

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment and looked up in confusion.

"There is a folk song that has been asking girls from the south if they are used to life in the north." His gentle face was reflected on the glass window, "So, I also want to ask my southern girl, whether you want to stay here in the future, stay in the city with heating and my B."

The heat rising from the cup filled the eyes and seemed to have melted all the way to the heart.

Yi Lan has become accustomed to her silence, as if she was talking to herself: "Do you remember that I told you that there are only two things in my life that I can persevere, one of which is writing, and the other one I didn't tell you."

"That one is to like you."

On the glass window, Yi Liao's smile seemed to be separated from the mist, calm and helpless. The long silence, at the end, he just used to lifting the plastic bag and said, "Let's go, go back."

Su Yumian lowered her head and followed him quietly. The moment the store door was closed, miyuki sang casually: "On every snowy night, when I think of you walking by, my steps are light, but it splendid every scene in me."

Su Yumian looked forward, Yi Liao walked in front without wearing a hat, and snowflakes fell from the sky and fell directly on his dark black short hair.

She suddenly thought of a sentence Lin Mingming once said - for humans, is it so difficult to admit that they like someone?

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to throw this question out and ask Yidao.

Yidao's pace slowed down, but he didn't look back: "It's easy for some people." He paused and said as usual, "But it's difficult for another group of people... Maybe because they have been indirectly hurt by people they trust, we need to give us more patience..."

"It's not like that." Su Yumian suddenly cut off the topic, "In fact, they also have their own way of expression, such as..." She slowly raised her eyes, stared at the back in front of her, and let out a long breath of white breath, as if she was finally going to face a fact, "For example, I will write it into the lyrics."

Yi Liao stopped and slowly turned around, with a faint light in his eyes: "What did you say?"
To be continued...