The two walked in the corridor of the VIP ward.

Rong Qiu's eyebrows are exquisite, like carvings, even wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, stepping on a pair of cotton slippers, his temperament is casual and refreshing. The alpha next to him is different. He is dressed in a very upright military uniform, his neckline is neatly taken care of, the front placket is not disturbed, his shoulders are straight and his back is straight. Like, calm.

One is free and easy, the other is solemn.

But surprisingly and just.

In the bright white and clean corridor, the two walked slowly.

Originally, there were only a few pots of green potted plants in the corridor, but they are now flourishing. There is a one-meter-high Christmas tree outside every few wards. The tree is green pine and cypress, and it is surrounded by red ribbons, colorful lights, and two knuckle-wide gift decorations. . Although it is not expensive, it is better than the heart, which makes people feel like Christmas.

Rong Qiu liked to look at these little things when he was a child.

Now that others have grown up, they can't help but pay attention to these things.

In the past Christmas, Rong Qiu would watch TV and smoke alone at home. Sometimes Rong Qin would bring a few meals to him. No apples were given on Christmas Eve, and there was nothing special about Christmas. .

But others are clearly not.

The patients in the same ward are many high-profile families from the 13th Military Region. Some elders have been recuperating here for a long time, and the juniors in the family happily accompany the festival, all dressed like small red Christmas trees.

Three or five unfamiliar children gathered together, and it didn't take long for them to become acquainted quickly by showing off their Christmas gifts.

There was even a little boy who was in a hurry and bumped his head into Rong Qiu's thigh.

The child sat down on the ground, a small candy in his pocket fell out, and he didn't pay attention. Before Rong Qiu could start coaxing, he saw Qin Muye crouched down beside him. Even if he crouched down, the tall alpha was like a mountain. He didn't need to say anything, just a cold face made the child forget to cry.

The child ran away and disappeared in a flash.

Qin Muye's eyes moved slightly when he only left to pick up the candy on the ground.

Qin Muye straightened his waist, and the alpha opened his palms. He didn't know when a small colorful candy was lying on the black gloves he was wearing.

Rong Qiu looked at Qin Muye's black gloves.

Very thin, very docile, there is no sign of redness and swelling on the alpha's fingers at all.

Frostbite is not good at all, please wear gloves.

Rong Qiu thought so, but did not ask.

Qin Muye put the little candy under the Christmas tree again, like a beautiful little gift.

When the man got up again, a new small gift was replaced in the palm of his hand.

An extremely old pen with several scratches, against the background of the red and green Christmas tree, the familiar metal coat is dazzling with blue and amber light.

Rong Qiu: "Huh?"

The alpha handed it forward, his voice so low it was inaudible.

He says

Autumn, Merry Christmas.

Chapter 64

- Qiuqiu, Merry Christmas.

The man's words were like the softest feather, the velvet moved lightly, and Rong Qiu's eyelashes moved with it.

Rong Qiu blinked.

Besides Rong Qin, the man was the second person to say Merry Christmas to him.

Rong Qiu didn't know what he was thinking, he looked down, the atmosphere seemed to be very good, and the surface of the metal pen in the man's palm was condensed with a layer of blue light, behind the red and gold ribbons wrapped around the green small pine and cypress trees. Against this background, the faint blue light was like a dazzling focal point, instantly attracting Rong Qiu's full attention.

"This pen..."

Rong Qiu paused, but said nothing.

Six years ago, he gave this pen to Qin Muye, but he never thought that this pen would appear in front of him. After six years, it was such an old pen, it might have been thrown into a corner by Qin Muye long ago.

But no, the pen reappeared in front of him.

Rong Qiu raised his eyes slightly to look at Qin Muye, and the expression on his face finally eased.

"I thought this pen was broken long ago, or lost to you long ago."

Looking at the pen in the man's palm, Rong Qiu did not reach out to take it.

He didn't know yet that his words made Qin Muye feel a dull pain in his heart.

He did lose the pen once.

Even he forgot to lose the pen.

It wasn't until he gave Rong Qiu a pen on his birthday that Rong Qiu's obvious strangeness reminded him that Rong Qiu had also given him a similar gift, but he threw the old pen together with his cell phone. into the trash can.

He forgot the specific day when he threw the pen and mobile phone into the trash can, and also forgot the specific mood when he threw the pen and hand. He only remembered the moment when the two things entered the trash can, and his mood was not as relaxed as expected.

This uncomfortable feeling has continued to this day.

When Rong Qiu opened his eyes to look at him, but didn't take over the pen in his hand, he boiled to the top.

Today's Qin Muye's whole body is numb, and the stinging pain that is like a knife twisted has long been replaced by the long-term pain of boiling with hot water. It is the extra firewood added under the cauldron.

There was a thick layer of sweat on Qin Muye's palm.

Fortunately, wearing this thin layer of gloves, he covered the frostbite on his palms, and also blocked the delicate heat of the palms.

He didn't know what to say, or what he could say to ease the estranged relationship between himself and Rong Qiu. He could feel that Rong Qiu was not as repulsive to him as before, but the distance between hearts was still very far away.

Rong Qiu built a high wall in his spiritual world, inside the wall is himself, outside the wall is him.

He can't violently tear down this wall.

But leaving the wall between them would only make him more miserable.

Is there any room for remedy between him and Rong Qiu?