Before Zong Ying took the medicine bag from him, the elevator door opened. Reading at zero

She simply gave up, said "Come with me" to Sheng Qing, and went straight out.

Sheng Qing let go of his fist in relief and followed out of the elevator, seeing Zong Ying turn into the corridor on the right.

Walking on the thick carpet, every step was silent, and the warm light of the overhead spotlight hit down, reflecting the damp hair softly. Sheng Qingrang walked behind her, a feeling of déjà vu in his heart, called Déjà vu in French——

A few dozen days ago, at the Huamao Hotel before the bombing, he also led her through such a corridor, but the lights were different and the smell was different... There was no sound of cannons outside, and the key to open the door was replaced by an intelligent one. The room card with the chip, only the person is still the same.

The door opened, Zong Ying squeezed into the door, put the room card into the electricity box, and the room instantly lit up.

She opened the door, avoided a little and invited him in, and at the same time reached out to take the bag in his hand, and suggested without raising her head, "Go take a shower first, and it's better to treat the wound after you're done."

Sheng Qing let stand still for a while, and Zong Ying raised his head: "What's the problem?"

"No." He spoke with imperceptible embarrassment. After speaking, he hurriedly turned around, entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Zong Ying walked to the sofa, put the medicine bag on the round coffee table, reached in and turned it over - everything that should be there is quite complete.

She sat down, there was a sound of running water in the bathroom, she checked the time again, and turned on the TV in the room bored.

On the 42-inch LCD screen, yesterday's military parade is being replayed. It has been 70 years since the end of the war, and the person in the bathroom, what he experienced a few hours ago, is still the beginning of the war.

Zong Ying's eyes gradually dimmed, and he didn't notice how long the sound of water in the bathroom had been.

Sheng Qingrang stood alone in front of the sink to wash his shirt, the blood seeping into the fibers, as if he couldn't wash it no matter what. He stopped suddenly, his hands resting on the edge of the pool, the blood vessels on the back of his hands stretched one by one. He looked up at his face in the glasses again, and finally turned off the tap, and the sound of the TV outside became clearer—

Accompanied by the female voice commentary of the split march, the four words "Victory of the Anti-Japanese War" were emphasized over and over again.

Sheng Qing let open the door and walked out.

No clean clothes to change, only bathrobes. Zong Ying turned to look at him, didn't feel anything wrong, didn't get up, just said, "Sit down, I'll handle it for you."

Sheng Qing made it difficult to refuse, and sat on the sofa according to the words. Zong Ying reached out and dragged the medicine bag, skillfully tore the alcohol paper, and raised his hand to treat the wound for him, facing the light shot from the top.

The intense stimulation brought by alcohol made Sheng Qing frown without leaving any traces. Zong Ying said, "If you go deeper, you will need stitches. You are lucky." Jean asked her, "Why is Miss Zong in Nanjing today?"

Zong Ying did not shy away: "My grandmother went back to China to look for relatives. She has family in Nanjing, so I came with her." Ask: "So what about you? Why are you there, how did the wound come from, where have you been these days?"

Doubts came out of nowhere. Being curious like this is completely different from her usual style.

Sheng Qingrang suddenly lowered his eyes in the face of this inquiry, and his eyes collided with hers for a moment. He froze for a moment, and she looked away, pressing her soft fingertips on his face, making the dressing stick to the skin.

Seeing that he shouldn't, Zong Ying said "En?" in a nasal voice.

Sheng Qing asked Lian Shen to reply: "The residential area where Miss Zong is today used to be the Nanjing Mansion of the Sheng family more than 70 years ago. I'm going back there tonight to get a document. As for the wound, I was accidentally on the pier. These days, the Shanghai factory has begun to start shipping, and it is a hassle and heavy procedures to travel all the way, so I go back and forth between Shanghai and Zhenjiang to handle some things for them, so I haven’t returned to the apartment for a long time.”

"Where do you live these nights?"

"There are some shops or hospitals that stay open all night and I can stay there all night."

"Why haven't you swiped your card?"

"Huh?" Sheng Qing Rang Xian did not expect that she could see every transaction instantly, and replied, "Someone bought me a watch, and I got some tradable cash from it, which I just used up yesterday."

All his responses were all right, and Zong Ying began to treat the wound on his neck for him. The lower jaw blocked part of the light, and Zong Ying had to get closer to see clearly, and his breath seemed to touch the thin skin of his neck.

"Mr. Sheng?" She suddenly made a sound when she was putting on the dressing. Sheng Qing suddenly moved the tense throat muscles and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you not willing to trouble me?"

"No, Miss Zong, it's just..." He wanted to give an explanation incoherently, but Zong Ying suddenly let go, just when he was relieved to talk, Zong Ying raised his hand and held his chin lightly: "Open your mouth. ."

He is a well-behaved patient, and when he opened his mouth, the tingling at the corners of his lips became more obvious.

It was a small wound left by a sharp metal piece, and it didn't bleed much and wasn't easy to detect, but Zong Ying caught it.

She rubbed the corner of his lips with her thumb and asked, "Does it hurt?"

As soon as he raised his eyes and lowered his eyelids, the eyes that were close at hand collided, and there was a moment of panic and subtle restraint in the interweaving.

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Zong Ying let go of his hand and said casually, "It's very fast without the need for medicine here, don't worry about it."

She got up to wash her hands. When she came out of the bathroom, the military parade on the TV was coming to an end, but the "70th Anniversary of the Victory of the Anti-Japanese War" marked in the corner had not disappeared. Sheng Qingrang looked at the corner of the screen, and the muscles on the side of her face could not relax. .

The years like hell will eventually end, but it is still too long. How many people can endure it?

When he turned his face to Zong Ying, Zong Ying leaned over to pick up the remote control and turned off the TV.

She said, "You need to rest now." Otherwise, where will the energy be for tomorrow's sunrise?

When the room was quiet again, Zong Ying asked again, "How many days do you want to stay in Nanjing?"

He replied, "The day after tomorrow, go back to Shanghai."

"Then you keep the room card and come here tomorrow." Zong Ying said and walked to the door, and left another sentence before leaving: "Good night."

Before Sheng Qingrang could say good night, Zong Ying had already closed the door.

When Zong Ying returned, her grandmother was already asleep.

She lay down on a bed by the window, the air conditioner kept blowing down, and the curtains were drawn halfway. don't know if it was the moonlight or the light, which made the room look cold.

Tossing and turning, sleepless nights.

The next day, Zong Ying and her grandmother invited her aunt and grandmother's family back and ordered lunch at a restaurant in the city center.

The banquet was still lively, the old sisters could not finish talking about the old things, the children were running around in the private room without eating well, Zong Ying had a faint headache, and made an excuse to go out. Inside came out.

She asked, "Does your head still hurt? Did you not rest well?"

Zong Ying nodded and handed the glass back to the waiter in the corridor.

My aunt and cousin said again: "the old man is going to have a meal and drink tea. Do you want to go back to rest, or go shopping with us?"

Zong Ying remembered the bloodstained shirt hanging in the bathroom yesterday, and replied, "Let's go together."

She didn't have anything to hide when she bought things. She went into the men's clothing store with magnanimity and stopped in front of the entire row of shirt display cabinets. One said, "Give me that one please."

The clerk asked, "What size may I ask?"

Zong Ying recalled a little and replied: "Height 184-185, weight 72-74." She visually observed that these have always been accurate, and the discrepancy should not be too big.

When checking out, my aunt and cousin asked, "Ah, are you buying clothes for your boyfriend?"

Zong Ying was looking down to sign the POS form, when she suddenly asked this, the pen in his hand paused for a moment, and replied, "It's not really."

My aunt and cousin asked again, "What kind of friend is that?"

"Friends with deep fate." After Zong Ying finished speaking, she recalled the question Qinghui asked when she saw her for the first time. At that time, she replied "friends passing by".

When my aunt and cousin heard her talk like this, she probably thought she was going to give a gift to some favorite friend of the opposite sex, so she said, "It's rare to have fate, maybe we can develop it well."

develop? Zong Ying took the paper bag without saying a word for a long time.

After all, she and Sheng Qingrang do not belong to the same era. Some thoughts will get out of control once they come up. No one can predict what the consequences of such out-of-control will be, so it is safest and safest to not even show signs of it.

It is relieved that reason has regained the upper hand, but it also makes people feel a sense of helpless loss.

Zong Ying went shopping with his aunt and cousin for nearly an afternoon. In the evening, he accompanied his grandmother to eat seafood. It was nearly ten o'clock when he returned to the hotel. Zong Ying was driving, and her grandmother was in the back seat. She caught a glimpse of Zong Ying's handbag on the passenger seat, carefully looked at the trademark, and confirmed that it was a men's clothing brand, so she couldn't help thinking.

At this age, Zong Ying has always had a blank love life. Now he suddenly buys clothes for others. Is there something wrong? Grandma wanted to inquire very much, but she had no idea how to start this topic, so she had to figure it out on her own.

The car drove to the hotel parking lot. Zong Ying glanced at the time. At 9:50, he got out of the car and went around to the back in a hurry. He opened the car door and leaned over to grandma and said, "Grandma, you go up and rest first, I'll smoke a cigarette below. "

Grandma took the room card from her and only warned: "Then you smoke less."

Zong Ying nodded, helped grandma get out of the car, sent her through the gate, and then returned to the car to continue waiting.

She half-opened the window and lit a cigarette. The sweet smell disappeared with the smoke. As far as the eye could see, there was a wide road with vehicles passing by and few pedestrians. Just when a cigarette was about to burn out, suddenly appeared across the road. A familiar figure crossed the zebra crossing and walked towards him. Zong Ying put out the cigarette butt, took the paper bag from the passenger, and pushed the door to get out of the car.

Sheng Qingrang also saw her, walked quickly to her, and called out, "Miss Zong."

Zong Ying handed over the paper bag, only to realize that he was no longer wearing the bloodstained shirt from yesterday.

He replaced it with a new one, but she didn't take it back, she just said, "Maybe you don't need it anymore, but I bought it, so you can keep it."

The grandmother upstairs opened the window at this time, and when she looked down, she saw Zong Ying and Sheng Qingrang. They seemed to be talking. Sheng Qingrang took the paper bag that Zong Ying handed over, and then the two entered one after the other. There is nothing to see from the door of the hotel.

Zong Ying came back alone. She took a bath as if nothing had happened, swallowed two pills, and went to bed first after saying that she had a headache.

Grandma sat on the other bed and watched her turn her back to sleep, but she couldn't open her mouth when she was full of questions.

The next day, my grandmother got up early and went out before Zong Ying was awake. She wanted to go downstairs to the front desk to inquire, but as soon as she opened the door, she ran into a young man who came out diagonally across the door.

Grandma felt very familiar - it was the man she saw in the hotel lobby the day before yesterday, but he looked completely different from that day, his neatly tidy shirt made him extraordinarily gentle and decent, a rare temperament in this era.

In his hand, he was carrying the paper bag that Zong Ying had in the co-pilot yesterday.

Grandma was a little surprised, and was about to start a conversation when Zong Ying suddenly opened the door from the inside, leaned out half of her body and asked, "Grandma, do you want to go out?" As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Sheng Qing standing at the opposite door. Let.

Grandma turned her head and said, "You know each other?"

Zong Ying quickly looked down at the phone screen at this time - at 5:56, there was not enough time.

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