Tang Ji'an raised his eyes to look at her: "Then this time, can it be counted once?"

Mu Mian's mind quickly calculated, counted?

Well, forget it, after all, he's sick and looks pitiful, so let's give it away once in friendship.

"Well, count. ”

Tang Ji'an frowned, seemingly a little relieved, but still pointed to the sofa by the window: "Sit down." ”

It seems that he still wants to talk and confide.

Tang Ji'an took a sip of hot water, listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and after a while, he slowly spoke: "I have three uncles, and the eldest uncle is an official in Kyoto, a big official. ”

Fortunately, she was used to his opening words of showing superiority.

Tang Ji'an continued: "Uncle and father are not very compatible, I feel that my father and Yu Jin joined forces to kill my mother, so my uncle doesn't want me to be close to my father, but it's hard for him to think too much, because my father doesn't take me and my eldest brother in his eyes at all, and for many years, I have only been looking for Yu Jin and the two daughters born to her, and I can't get close to my father......"

After saying that, he coughed a few more times.

Mu Mian was a little like sitting on pins and needles: "Otherwise, forget it today, I see that your voice is very hoarse, and you look very unenergetic." ”

Tang Ji'an looked at her and said in a low voice: "Don't go, just listen to me here." ”

Mu Mian lowered his hand: "Okay, you can continue." ”

The rain outside the window was dripping down, Tang Ji'an told unhurriedly how he had gradually developed such a temperament over the years, probably because he couldn't ask for his father's love, his temperament gradually became cold, and he didn't have expectations, so he only had work in his eyes.

Mu Mian sighed in her heart, although her family background is ordinary, at least her parents are sound and psychologically normal, so it is better to be born in an ordinary family.

As soon as I heard this, I heard that it was half past seven, and the rain outside the window was falling heavily.

There was a knock on the door, and Aunt Lin came in with a tray probe and said softly: "Ji'an, you can eat some of the green vegetable porridge I boiled." ”

Tang Ji'an's face turned pale, and he responded lightly: "Let it go." ”

Then he glanced at Mu Mian: "That's all for today, you can go." ”

Mu Mian didn't know what was wrong with him, but he had a desire to hear him continue.

Perhaps, because his voice is so good?

Perhaps, it was because of the windy and rainy nights, she was too idle and boring?

I don't know, she's a little confused.

Suddenly, she felt that her thoughts were too incredible, and hurried to the door.

"Eight left. ”

She looked back, "What?"

He calmly recounted the facts: "Eight times left, you don't have to face me, aren't you happy?"

Mu Mian was a little speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

He waved his hand: "Okay, you go." ”

Mu Mian felt a little flustered in his heart, and didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he hurriedly ran away.

Maybe it's because of his illness, or maybe it's because of his mother's death day, Tang Ji'an is a little decadent, and the elite style in the past is not the slightest shadow.

He felt a little sorry for himself and said, "Aunt Lin, I know, no one in this world likes me and wants to run away from me." ”

Aunt Lin looked at him distressedly: "Ji'an, no, there are many people who like you, you don't want to be like this." ”

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes and picked up the porridge bowl on the bedside table: "Okay, you can go out too." ”

"Dr. Liang will come over in a moment and check you on again. ”

"It's just a cold, don't be so excited, he doesn't have to come over, I'm going to sleep after taking medicine." ”

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