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Chapter 47 Bingyin Day, the Retrograde on New Year's Eve (15)

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    Shen Huaijin grabbed Huo Chengyu and comforted him.

    Huo Chengyu didn't speak for a while.

    But fortunately, his crying has weakened a little.

    Seeing that the two of them had stabilized their emotions, Yu Wanfeng left silently, leaving space for them.

    Sitting on the stairs leading from the second floor to the third floor, his thoughts were disordered and restless.

    She thought a lot, thinking of the data in the news, thinking of the doctors and nurses wearing protective clothing, thinking of Xu Qiao's back, thinking of the heartbreaking life and death she learned from her classmates and friends, thinking of those asking for help and donations  

    After sitting like this for some time, Shen Huaijin and Huo Chengyu returned to their room.

    Zhong Chumian is back.

    His figure was hidden in the light and shadow cast by the light, staring at her fixedly.

    Yu Wanfeng's heart trembled.

    The matter at the dinner table came up again.

    She thought of Zhong Chumian's sentence "Yes, I am", and she was still in a panic and messed up.

    She didn't know why Zhong Chumian said that.

    From her point of view, Zhong Chumian doesn't remember her, they are just two strangers who just met for a day.

    At that time, the dinner table was in a mess, mother and others were making noises, Zhong Chumian didn't explain, she couldn't argue.

    Originally, I wanted to find an opportunity to ask him what he meant after dinner.

    Unexpectedly, things about Xu Qiao and Huo Chengyu came one after another.

    Now, she doesn't have the heart to ask about it.

    I'm in a mess.

    "Go to the rooftop?" Zhong Chumian asked her suddenly.

    Yu Wanfeng was shocked and nodded.

    The weather tonight is still bad. It has been raining during the day, light rain pattering, and then more and more rapid rain pouring down.

    This is, light rain turning to moderate rain.

    Fortunately, when Xu Qiao left, the rain stopped.

    Now, the rain is not continuing.

    But the wind is quite cool.

    The two of them didn't go to the rooftop to blow a breeze. It was empty, the wind was strong, and the ground was wet and chilly.

    Just leaning against the corridor leading to the rooftop on the fourth floor, the lights are dim and the atmosphere is quiet.

    The two of them remained silent for a while without speaking.

    "Thinking about Xu Qiao?" Zhong Chumian asked.

    His voice was soft and clear.

    She nodded: "Yeah."

    "Feel bored?"

    She nodded again: "Yes."

    Zhong Chumian sighed secretly, is this a personality swap with him?

    Usually talkative, now so taciturn.

    Zhong Chumian turned around, leaned on the handrail, and looked towards the quiet aisle.

    "Are you afraid?" He asked Yu Wanfeng.

    Yu Wanfeng's eyes flickered.

    She admitted: "If I am one of those thousand people, when will I be able to wait for a hospital bed?"

    It is the data that Zhong Chumian told her yesterday, the number of hospital beds per thousand population is 7.

    Zhong Chumian turned to her sideways. From Yu Wanfeng's point of view, this man's silhouette was like a cutout, and his profile was like a sculpture. No matter how he looked at it, he was moving.

    Sometimes Yu Wanfeng thinks, fortunately she has good looks, otherwise such a beautiful lamb will be brought home, and she will have to worry about other beautiful ewes coming to snatch her.

    But sometimes I think, what's the point if I have to surround him with this face?

    Besides, Zhong Chumian seems to be face blind.

    No wonder he didn't recognize her.

    Yu Wanfeng was in a mess, so she heard Zhong Chumian's voice: "Do you think you will become one of those thousand people?"

    "It's very likely, isn't it?" Yu Wanfeng lowered her eyes, "The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to turn on my phone and look for the data of Lilac Garden. I can see it every day, and those numbers are constantly changing.  Increase."

    "First dozens, then more than a hundred, more than five hundred, more than eight hundred. Numbers are cold and lifeless, right? But me, my mother, Huai Jin, and you, we may all become one of those numbers  .¡± (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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