Insomnia

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Wen Qingying had not given any response to the outside world for a long time. When she saw this, her eyes immediately turned red. She looked at the man sitting under the flower stand and smiled: Hello.

The man nodded: Hello.

Brother, it's time to wash your ears. She said, pulling Wen Qingying to point to her ears.

After saying goodbye to each other, the brother and sister got up and went back to the ward.

The man sat there for a while, and the little order in his mouth came back with porridge. When he got closer, he immediately said a little irritably: Tao Jun, you are too picky. Where can I eat porridge? I am exhausted!

Come here, I'll give you a pat on the shoulder. Tao Jun smiled, I just saw a handsome boy. Unfortunately, he can't speak and has problems with his ears.

His brother made a tsk sound and said, Eat it, don't worry about others.

On the thirtieth day that Wen Qingying was admitted to this hospital, the ward opposite was empty.

When the body was covered with a large white sheet, Wen Qingying hurriedly circled the inside of the hospital building and ran to the opposite corridor.

As soon as he passed by, he saw the man following the flat car. He seemed calm, but after taking a few steps, he fell into the car without warning.

Someone exclaimed. Wen Qingying happened to be close, so she ran forward in two steps. The nurse next to her said: Help, help, help!

He picked the person up and found that the body in his arms was frighteningly light.

After being guided hurriedly, he was finally put on the hospital bed. Someone squeezed in from outside, anxiously calling junior brother and thanked Wen Qingying.

After standing outside the noise for a moment, Wen Qingying exited.

Returning to his ward, he sat by the window sill, opened the window wide and looked down, where a hibiscus was blooming in the garden.

Yunnan, who came in from outside, let out a suppressed exclamation, ran over and hugged him, carefully pulling him to sit on the hospital bed.

Brother... she shouted, don't scare me.

Wen Qingying looked down at her.

The brother and sister looked at each other and suddenly realized that his eyes were focused. Yunnan was overjoyed and said loudly: Brother, have you seen me? Brother, I am Nannan!

She cried loudly as she spoke: Brother, I am Nan Nan, please stay away from the window sill, no matter how high it is, stay away from the window sill, okay?

Wen Qingying didn't respond, and after a long time, he raised his hand to wipe Yunnan's tears, slowly hugged her, pressed his face on top of her head, and looked sideways at the sunset outside the window.

Yunnan was held in his arms and cried loudly.

Three years later, Yunnan was promoted to senior year, and it was heard that she would stay at the school for postgraduate study and would move to the city campus in the future.

Wen Qingying has been working as a volunteer in the sign language class of the Cultural Palace. A colleague’s home runs a flower art training institution. When he has free time, he will go there to take a look and learn some experience in flower cultivation.

In September, passing by the west gate of the province one day, I found that a duck neck store was being sold. Wen Qingying was heartbroken, and went over to ask about the rent.

The other party found out that he was a deaf-mute, and quoted a slightly lower price, but Wen Qingying shook her head, signaling to others to come as normal.

It turned out that the boss and the landlord were kind-hearted, and seeing that he was unwilling to take advantage, they introduced a familiar decoration company.

The flower shop was ready.

The flower shop officially opened on the day of the re-examination of the Yunnan Insurance Research Institute.

In the afternoon, Yunnan came to talk to him about the insurance research and said that he hadn't paid the money. Fortunately, a teacher helped him.

Before dinner time, Yun Xin came to pick her up.

The flower shop's first business was brought by a girl who also met in the Cultural Palace. She came to pick up the ordered flowers at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Just after loading the flowers onto the battery cart, Wen Qingying trimmed the hydrangea with her back to the store door, when a customer outside shouted: Boss!

Wen Qingying remained silent as a habit.

The man yelled twice and became impatient. The girl just came in to pay the bill. She poked Wen Qingying on the shoulder and signaled him to look outside.

Wen Qingying turned around.

A thin man stood at the door, holding a handful of light green chrysanthemums.

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