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These fallen leaves are like the patient's deteriorating health, getting worse day by day. The patient feels sad and says to others, "When all the leaves fall one day, I will probably die."
After an old painter learned about this, he secretly painted a green leaf with a colored pencil and hung it on the branch. The leaf never fell off, and the patient gained hope of life, and miraculously survived in the end.
Maybe I should try to be a plagiarist... Han Zhou thought silently.
Of course, simply telling the original story is too short, it can be told in less than a minute. In order to extend the story time, he used the patient as the protagonist and pieced together a legendary past.
Gu Zheng was moved after hearing this: "This patient's willpower is so strong that he was able to live on an isolated island for 28 years. In the end, he was able to use his willpower to fight the disease and solve so many complicated cases with his assistant Huasheng."
The nurse who came in twice to change the IV drip and listened to some of the clips showed an interested look and asked curiously, "I just heard about the ending of Jack the Ripper. He killed so many people. Was he caught in the end?"
Han Zhou was stunned: "Did I mention Jack the Ripper?"
"Have."
Mo Yixia had an excellent memory and said calmly, "You said he was one of the eight demons. Each of the eight demons is extremely vicious and meticulous. They almost never leave any evidence when committing crimes. We must rely on the gods' tokens to find the corresponding files, and only then can we catch them by following the clues. By the way, you also said that there is a demon codenamed Bo Gang who is afraid of drums..."
At this point, she looked thoughtful. "I always feel that you made up these stories by piecing them together, but normally you can't make up so many bizarre yet meticulous stories in such a short time. What's more important is that they can't be found on the Internet..."
It's over. I was so excited that I said hi...
Han Zhou was shocked. As a time traveler, he mentioned these stories of his past lives just like an ordinary person reminiscing about his childhood. He was so excited that he couldn't stop talking. The key point was that these stories didn't seem to have any hypnotic effect at all. Instead, they made Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia more energetic.
He was annoyed, thinking that he shouldn't have added so many scenes, and should have just told a few fables honestly. Hearing this, he could only bite the bullet and say, "I also write some novels in my spare time."
"How come I don't know?" Guzheng looked puzzled.
You know there's something fishy going on...
Han Zhou wrote a novel when he was in junior high school in his previous life. Before he had a chance to show his talents, his homeroom teacher confiscated it and made him read it with great emotion in front of the whole class for ten minutes.
Like most people, he had his fair share of embarrassing moments when he was young. If I remember correctly, he even wrote his class teacher into the novel as a sinister and cunning villain, and he was quite excited when he read about the other person's appearance.
Hey, were your parents called afterward?
Retracting his thoughts, Han Zhou smiled and said, "These are things from childhood, of course you don't know, I will tell you slowly later."
"it is good."
Gu Zheng curled her eyes, obviously quite satisfied with the answer, and looked at Mo Yixia with complacency.
The latter didn't take it seriously and said slowly, "Such an interesting story, I also want to hear it again."
Sensing the dangerous aura, Han Zhou quickly laughed and said, "We'll talk about it when we have a chance. You guys take a rest now."
"I hate perfunctory answers."
"Uh, what do you mean by a non-perfunctory answer?"
"Come here, come here and I'll tell you."
The nurse covered her mouth with her hands and laughed secretly. She was about to leave with the treatment tray. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and whispered, "By the way, the last time I came here, I saw a very beautiful girl standing outside the door. She hasn't left yet. Is she your friend?"
"pretty girl?"
Han Zhou looked puzzled, and then he noticed two suspicious eyes falling on him. His face froze and he said angrily, "No, why do you think of me when you mention beautiful girls? Can't I be your friend?"
"I don't have any friends." Gu Zheng curled her lips.
"Me neither." Mo Yixia nodded slightly.
No. What's with the proud tone you two have?
Han Zhou almost vomited blood, and then he felt sad.
Having no friends is not something to be happy about. Although he knew that the two of them were friends with whom he had a close relationship, he could not hide his complicated feelings at this moment.
He sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go out and take a look, but I think you should know the people outside."
Thinking about it carefully, among all the girls he knew, the only one who met the three conditions of being pretty, not necessarily daring to come in and say hello when seeing him with other people, and possibly appearing in the hospital was probably Zhong Ling.
Sure enough, he saw Zhong Ling outside the ward.
The elder in my family passed away and is not in good condition.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 218 Heart-Shaped Pattern
Unlike Mo Yixia who usually only wears school uniform and Guzheng who changes her clothes almost every day, Zhong Ling's clothes are neither monotonous nor fancy, giving people a relatively plain feeling overall.
She is the same today, wearing an orange sweatshirt and apricot cropped pants, with a small cloth bag slung around her waist. Her outfit is very simple, but it shows her gentle and quiet temperament.
She has clear eyes and a slightly childish oval face, like a cute and shy little girl. She is clearly a 19-year-old girl, but if you put her together with the two girls in the room, I'm afraid no one would think she is the oldest one.
Although he guessed that the girl outside the door was most likely Zhong Ling, Han Zhou couldn't help but feel a little surprised after actually seeing her.
Seeing that the senior sister was staring at the floor with an embarrassed look on her face, Han Zhou first changed "let it be fate" to "let it be fate", and after strengthening his listening skillfully, he said, "Senior sister?"
"Yes...I'm sorry..."
Zhong Ling didn't dare to look up, but just apologized cautiously.
Han Zhou was stunned: "Why do you have to say sorry?"
"I shouldn't have hidden and eavesdropped..."
Discovering that Han Zhou could still hear her voice, Zhong Ling felt inexplicably relieved and a little bolder. She looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head again.
Han Zhou looked confused. This was exactly what he was wondering about: "It's okay. I don't blame you, but why did you hide?"
Although Zhong Ling is a bit shy, he is not yet socially anxious. Given the relationship between them, the other party could just greet him directly. Is there any need to hide?
He quickly realized something, swallowed his saliva quietly, and asked tentatively: "Wait... Senior sister, you didn't just say hello to me, but found that I didn't pay attention to you, so you hid yourself, right?"
Zhong Ling pulled the small cloth bag and nodded weakly, looking a little aggrieved.
She had just mustered up the courage and greeted him several times at the top of her voice, her feet almost aching from stomping, but the junior boy never responded. This made her a little worried that he didn't want to pay attention to her, so she secretly hid outside the ward.
Han Zhou felt a toothache and he knew this was the case. He couldn't keep his hearing enhanced forever. Once the bell appeared out of sight, it would be difficult to detect it. And the other party was a sensitive girl, so it was easy for her to have wild thoughts at this time.
He smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, senior sister, I can't hear your voice if you're too far away. It's not that I don't want to pay attention to you. In this case, you can just walk up to me or pat my shoulder."
Zhong Ling then dared to look up at him: "Like a friend?"
"Yes, like a friend."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Shouldn't we have been friends for a long time?"
"Yes, it's a friend!" Zhong Ling nodded repeatedly, nervously tugged at the small cloth bag, and said distressedly, "But patting, patting shoulders, etc., I have never tried it before..."
"It's ok."
This pitiful look amused Han Zhou. In order to ease his mood, he joked, "Then you can hang a bell or something on your hand. When you see that I ignore you, ring it. This way, I will definitely turn around immediately."
Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, and her eyes gradually brightened: "Is it okay?"
"Of course, this also fits your name, Senior."
Han Zhou was joking, but Zhong Ling seemed to take it seriously. However, he did not notice this and asked, "By the way, Senior Sister, why are you here? Is Sister Yin here too?"
Zhong Yin is a complete sister-con. As long as she has time, she will not let Zhong Ling come to the hospital alone.
"My sister is here too."
Zhong Ling nodded gently and said softly, "We came to the hospital for a physical examination. On the way back, we saw Teacher Ouyang. My sister wanted to build a good relationship with her, so she went to buy some fruit."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and took out a palm-sized box from her small cloth bag and handed it over carefully. "When I went out, I was wondering if I would run into you, so I brought this with me. I didn't expect to actually run into you... Do you want to try it?"
After learning that Han Zhou didn't want to ignore her, her nervousness and anxiety instantly dissipated a lot, but she was still a little restrained.
"What is this?" Han Zhou took the box curiously.
"My sister made mooncakes, and I helped her. If you like them, I have more."
The sound of the bell is very sweet, soft and sticky, just like freshly made marshmallows.
"……Thanks."
The box is very new, looks small and exquisite, and has beautiful patterns. It must have been bought specially.
For some reason, the moment he met the girl's gaze, Han Zhou's mood suddenly became complicated.
Looking at the mooncake in his hand, he quickly realized the reason for his change of mood——
Like Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia, this senior student seemed to have no friends.
Not only that, she has no family except a sister who depends on her for everything.
Among all the people he knew, this girl's fate should be the most tragic. Han Zhou suddenly remembered the side quest he had put aside for a long time.
"Don't you want to eat?"
Seeing her junior staring at the mooncakes in a daze, Zhong Ling's clear eyes flashed with nervousness. She thought her junior didn't like the mooncakes made by her and her sister.
"No, I just thought of something."
Han Zhou collected his thoughts, smiled and opened the box. He took a bite of most of the mooncake without caring about its strange shape, and praised, "It's delicious, but I prefer salty mooncakes."
I am not being perfunctory when saying this. Although the taste of the mooncakes is not particularly good, they are definitely made with great care.
“Salty ones, too.”
Zhong Ling smiled with relief, spoke faster, and lowered her head to flip through the small cloth bag.
Han Zhou was a little surprised. He finished the rest of the mooncake in one bite and suddenly realized something, but then he thought he was overthinking it.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded faintly behind him, accurately expressing his thoughts.
"Senior and Yin should only like to eat sweet mooncakes. People who like sweet mooncakes don't need to make salty mooncakes and buy such a beautiful box... So these salty mooncakes are not made specifically for someone, right?"
Han Zhou felt a chill down his spine. He turned his head to look at Mo Yixia who had appeared at the door at some point, and asked nervously, "When did you come running behind me?"
"Who knows."
Mo Yixia smiled, and her expression did not show any guilt for eavesdropping on other people's conversations.
Han Zhou felt a headache, as if he saw the figure hiding by the door through the wall. He said unhappily, "Don't hide, I can see you."
Gu Zheng must be hiding by the door now, otherwise Mo Yixia would not be able to sneak up behind him quietly.
"She begged me to bring her here! I didn't eavesdrop!"
Guzheng didn't dare show up, hiding against the wall and loudly defending herself.
In fact, she did not eavesdrop. To be more precise, she wanted to listen but could not. She could only hear Han Zhou talking to himself.