At this time, Yan Shiqi also followed Qiao Mu's movements and looked at the little girl, and suddenly she had a feeling that Qiao Mu's love for Huanhuan was far beyond what she imagined.

He did this, probably as a kind of silent protection and silent pity.

It didn't take long for Yan Shiqi and the man to leave the ward, and the little girl was behind them, waving goodbye to them with gloves stained with oil.

Yan Shiqi couldn't bear it, but he still didn't say anything.

She thought that after Huanhuan was sent away this time, she was afraid that she would never be able to come back in a short time.

……

In the ward, the sudden silence made Ling Zihuan a little uncomfortable.

She returned to the couch, peeled another crayfish, put it in her mouth and chewed it, but it was tasteless.

She took off her gloves stupidly, and slowly looked at Qiao Mu with her eyes open, "Second uncle......

I called out, but I didn't know what to say.

She always felt as if something was going to happen, but the clueless sense of chaos seemed to be lost and couldn't find her way.

She rarely has such a heavy emotion, which is inexplicable and unclear, which makes people feel uneasy.

Qiao Mu and her eyes met in the air, her thin lips opened slightly, and her eyes flashed, "Come here." ”

Ling Zihuan got up in an instant and walked obediently to his bedside, his pupils were confused, "Second uncle, are you still uncomfortable?"

Qiao Mu shook his head slowly, leaned out towards her, and said in a very light tone: "What's wrong?"

The little girl pouted and reached out to hold his fingers, blinked, and her voice was a little aggrieved, "It's not unhappy, it's just ...... Don't want to go back to school. ”

"I'm going back. Qiao Mu spoke out without thinking, squeezed her soft little hand, and pulled her closer to him with a slight force, "Don't forget what you promised the second uncle, after finishing your studies, the second uncle will definitely pick you up, okay?"

His tone was full of coaxing and reassurance, playfulness or jealousy, but none of these were as important as her safety.

Ling Zihuan didn't understand Qiao Mu's mood, although she was depressed, she still raised her head, with a hint of gleam in her eyes, "You won't lie to me this time!"

There was a slight accusation in her eyes, as if to say that he had broken his word once after leaving abroad.

Qiao Mu understood her resentment, his haggard face was full of softness, and he raised his hand to touch her hair, but he paused in the air because he pulled the wound.

He wanted to give up, but before his hand fell, Ling Zihuan bent down and directly sent the top of his head to his palm, "Second uncle, don't lie to people, I will study hard."

I can finish all those courses in two years at the earliest, and if you don't come to pick me up, I really won't come back!"

The little girl shook her little head under his palm, like a cute cat begging for pets, which made Qiao Mu's heart soften.

His voice was a little hoarse, rubbing her hair again and again, and he swore solemnly: "Good, two years later, the second uncle will pick you up." ”

The two-year covenant, with many, many unknowns, became their agreement with each other.

He believed that with her intelligence, two years would be enough for her to complete all the courses.

Ling Zihuan looked at him, sniffed, and smiled brightly, "Second uncle, when your injuries heal, you will go abroad to see me, right?"

Qiao Mu shouted, "Yes!"

This night, after Ling Zihuan fell asleep on the sofa, Qiao Mu endured the discomfort in his heart, lifted the quilt and got off the hospital bed very cautiously.

His steps were still a little vague, but his eyes were full of soft light and he walked to the little girl's side, and he slowly crouched down, depicting her sleeping appearance with his eyes.

In the depths of the dream, Ling Zihuan felt some itching on her lips, a very unfamiliar feeling, she said a sentence in her dream, raised her hand and waved it twice, turned over and continued to sleep.

Qiao Mu thought to himself: Two years, seven hundred and thirty days and nights, how will he survive.