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Chapter 87 Only after the rain can we see the rainbow

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    "I'm alive?"

    Lin Ya's head rubbed against Mo Li's shoulder twice, and the biting chill penetrated through the drenched clothes and penetrated into the bone marrow.  The blue lips twitched involuntarily.

    Mo Li hugged Lin Ya even tighter, rubbing her cold palm back and forth with his warm hands.

    "I'll take you to a warm place right away."

    "Hmm" Lin Ya nodded disappointedly.  The head was right on Mo Li's chest, and Mo Li gently grabbed the back of her head and buried her in his chest.

    "It's all right! It's dawn!"

    Mo Li hugged Lin Ya horizontally, and walked out of the waterlogged hut step by step.

    Song Yu and Ji Ning stood guard at the door, one on the left and the other on the right. When they saw the door being kicked open, they looked at each other and smiled.

    "Let Silk take her back to the hospital."

    Mo Li opened his mouth, and Song Yu frowned into an upside-down character.  He Siling hates waking up early, and now that she is getting up out of bed, she is afraid that he will take off his dog's head and kick it as a ball.

    "Kris, can you please stop thinking about it?"

    "Then you invited Dr. Liu over?" Mo Li rolled his eyes at Song Yu.

    "Still not awake?" Song Yu pushed the door open, and stuffed a thermos into Mo Li's hand.  After Lin Ya was admitted to the hospital, Mo Li stayed with her all the time.  Reporters were squatting in the apartment, and Mo Li couldn't go back.  That day, the video of Lin Ya's self-harm in front of everyone went viral on the Internet.

    ?Because there are too many people reposting, even if the photographer of the video is asked to delete the original video, it is no longer possible to control the reposting trend of the video.

    "What is the trend of public opinion now?" Seeing that there was not much medicine in the hanging bottle, Mo Li picked up and rang the bell to let the nurse come in to change the medicine.  The doctor said that Lin Ya's injury was not serious, and she didn't want to wake up, it was just that she didn't have the will to survive.

    "When will this girl wake up?" Song Yu poured a bowl of hot fish soup, stuffed it into Mo Li's hand, and signaled him to drink it quickly with his eyes.

    For the past three days, Mo Li slept less than three hours a day.  After two more days of staying like this, Mo Li should be admitted to the hospital.

    The most important thing is that if Lin Ya doesn't wake up now, the various public relations plans they formulated will not be able to be implemented.  Lin Jianhui is not a fuel-efficient lamp. His daughter is still lying in the hospital, so he is thinking about how to blackmail Mo Li.

    In the past three days, under Lin Jianhui's instigation, the media has finished writing about Mo Li's ten years of black material.

    "What did Oak say?" Mo Li slowly fed Lin Ya two mouthfuls of fish soup, and as before, all the fish soup flowed out.

    "This girl, why don't you want to wake up?"

    Seeing a figure shaking outside the door, Song Yu pushed the door open directly, "Nurse, is this girl really healthy?"

    Song Yu's tone was full of resentment.  The nurse nodded in fear, "No no problem!"

    "Miss sister, why don't you help talk to the doctor and prescribe more medicine for this girl so that she can wake up quickly. But yes, it's natural to not want to wake up when you meet such an unreasonable father. What's more  , and now there are still a bunch of paparazzi waiting for traffic, eating human blood steamed buns!"

    Song Yu deliberately raised his voice, walked to the nurse, and quickly took out a recording pen that was recording from her white coat pocket.

    "The current public opinion tends to be unfriendly to this girl, there is no need to stab her again!"

    The nurse smiled embarrassingly, and exited the ward with her arms and legs curled up.

    "Kris, hurry up and think of a way to wake up this girl. It's been too long, it won't affect this girl well!"

    "How about this, let Silk take her to the orphanage." Mo Li looked out the window, the sky suddenly became cloudy, as if raindrops were falling.

    "Si Ling?"

    "Tell her to take her directly to my original room."

    "But therenot"

    Song Yu didn't say the word "warehouse".

    "You'd better not make yourself sick." Song Yu patted Mo Li on the shoulder and went out to arrange a car.

    Standing in front of Qi Yuan's tombstone, Mo Li quietly played the harmonica.  This time he didn't blow the canon again.  He tried many different pieces, "Serenade", "Requiem for Heaven and Earth", "Meditation"

    Blowing around, he didn't find a song that suits him.

    The rain was pattering on him.

    "Have you finally made up your mind?" Dean Meng stood behind Mo Li holding an umbrella.  Looking at the chain gradually formed on the piano board of the harmonica, she lightly patted Mo Li on the shoulder.

      "She'll be delighted!"

    "Why?"

    "Because, you have the answer to the question she asked you when she met you?"

    "But, I haven't"

    "Little Li, you are still hesitating. Don't be afraid, just do what you want. Those souls who passed by will sense your will and protect your decision." Dean Meng stuffed the umbrella into Mo Li's  hands, turned and walked into the rain without looking back.

    "Isis this?" Mo Li held the harmonica tightly, and the only gap in the chain was completely outlined by blood.

    The wind blew past Mo Li with raindrops in it.  In the cold rain, Mo Li could clearly hear the canon melody of Wind Rose itself.

    That was the sign of the completion of the Wind Ritual, and it was also a gift from the Wind Rose.

    "Teacher, is it right for me to do this?" Mo Li closed his eyes, and the smiling face of Qi Yuan appeared in his mind.

    In the warehouse, Lin Ya's lips were blue from the cold.  Cold raindrops leaked from the leaky tiles onto Lin Ya's body.  Before she knew it, her clothes were soaked through.

    He Siling held an umbrella and stood guard at the door.

    "What does he mean? If this continues, she will definitely get sick."

    "I don't know!" Song Yu was inexplicably irritated.  More than ten years ago, the memories that happened in this room were something Mo Li never wanted to think about in his life.

    Seeing Mo Li appearing at the door of the hut holding an umbrella, Song Yu suddenly became nervous.  He stopped at the door, "Have you thought about it? Mo Li!"

    "Yeah!" Mo Li handed the harmonica into Song Yu's hands.  Then, send the two away.

    In the room, only a small night light was on.

    Lin Ya shivered and curled up in the corner of the wall, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she had a fever.

    "Lin Ya" Mo Li touched the wall and walked forward step by step.  He clutched his chest and exhaled heavily.

    Those shattered memory puzzles, little by little, were restored to a complete puzzle.

    "Coldcoldcold" Lin Ya's voice reached Mo Li intermittently.

    "Girl, don't be afraid! You'll be fine!" Mo Li held Lin Ya into his arms with an umbrella.  Lin Ya leaned towards Mo Li's chest like a kitten.  Her hands wrapped around Mo Li's waist in confusion.

    "Lin Ya!" Mo Li put his hand on Lin Ya's.  "We'll all be fine!"

    The night was so long that it was chilling.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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