Former Cannon Fodder's Self-help Manual

(One)

Qu Qingyin’s ward is the second room on the right.

Two brutal men stood at the door of the ward.

Xia Changhan carried the basket and smiled politely at the big man: "Brother trouble tells me that I am from the ward next door, coming to visit my neighbor."

The bodyguard's eyes were strange, the patient was quite optimistic, and the fingers wrapped like rice dumplings did not forget to stop by.

He opened the door and went in, then came out again soon, opened the door for her and said, "Go in.

Xia Changhan walked in with a fruit basket like a LV bag, and walked in gracefully.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a beautiful and gorgeous woman sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a dark green skirt. The skirt was very long and the skirt was sloppy. She was a dignified and beautiful beauty, but she gave her a kind of beauty. The feeling of a snake.

When Xia Changhan put down the fruit basket and raised her head again, she found that her danger had diminished. She retreated a bit. When interacting with this kind of person, she might be eaten without bones.

However, if her fingers want to recover, they still need Qu Qingyin's medicine, which is almost impossible without applying them.

When she looked at Qu Qingyin, Qu Qingyin was also observing her.

The visitor has his face up to the sky, no pink, but as beautiful as a peach or plum, with ten fingers wrapped tightly, but still smiling.

A pianist can still laugh out of this catastrophe. He seems to be a very optimistic person.

Qu Qingyin knew who came. The first time Xia Changhan and her brother were dating, her desk was filled with Xia Changhan's information. She knew everything from birthplace to life trajectory. .

Qu Qingyin sat on the sofa and smiled: "Please sit down."

After Xia Changhan sat down, she muttered in her heart, Qu Qingyin was too arrogant, she has been sitting motionless on the sofa since she walked in.

Qu Qingyin pulled her skirt and turned his head to look at her: "What to drink?"

Xia Changhan: "Warm the water, thank you."

Qu Qingyin pressed the little monk on the coffee table, and a young man came out from inside, with a small flat head shaved, refreshing and refreshing.

Xia Changhan thought that the little monk was an ornament on the coffee table, but the result was mysterious.

"Bring two cups of warm water," Qu Qingyin said, scanning Xia Changhan's hands, "Put in the straw."

Xia Changhan said thank you in a low voice, thinking that Qu Qingyin was so attentive, even thinking about the inconvenience of her hand and drinking with a straw.

Xiao Pingtou went to the kitchen, took out two glasses of warm water, put it in front of the two of them, and retreated back into the room.

Qu Qingyin used his hands slightly, and with the strength of his hands, he turned to look at Xia Changhan, "How do you call it?"

Xia Changhan recovered: "My surname is Xia, so I call me Xia Changhan."

Qu Qingyin: "Miss Xia."

Qu Qingyinguo really deserves her name, and her voice is like gurgling spring water, clear and lingering. The three words Miss Xia came out of her tongue, with indescribable freshness and comfort.

Xia Changhan discovered for the first time that she had the potential for voice control.

"My last name is Qu."

Qu Qingyin had no plans to tell Xia Changhan his name.

Xia Changhan would not continue to ask.

The two fell silent, and an unspeakable awkward atmosphere spread between them.

Xia Changhan had nothing to say: "The VIP ward of this hospital is very interesting, like a small apartment, you can also light a fire and cook."

"Yes, it's warmer."

Silence flowed between the two again.

The two were relatively speechless.

Finally, Xia Changhan couldn't stand the atmosphere and got up and left.

Before she left, she didn't forget to say that she would visit again next time, even if the atmosphere is embarrassing, she must insist on being close.

Qu Qingyin still sat on the sofa, motionless, watching Xia Changhan go away.

Xia Changhan went back and lay down on the bed. He raised his hand and asked the system, "When can my hands recover?"

System: "It takes two or three months to get hurt for a hundred days."

"Can you play the piano in two or three months?"

The system said cruelly: "No, Qu Qingyin's medicine has not been developed yet."

Xia Changhan felt his scalp numb when he thought of looking for Qu Qingyin to chat for months.

The days of recuperating from injuries are more difficult. Xia Changhan’s fingers are scrapped and can neither play games nor play the piano, and she has no friends in China, so she can only be bored in the ward.

When she has nothing to do, she asks the system to show her cartoons, and the system asks her what she is watching. She said, "Doraemon."

The system will play Doraemon for her.

After Doraemon's fat body appeared, she held her hands and said bitterly: "Do you think I look like Doraemon now."

system:"……"

"Oh~~~~~~" Xia Changhan sighed long, watching Doraemon and pitying herself.

The system couldn't stand the sigh of her nine turns, turned off Doraemon and put SpongeBob Squarepants for her.

Xia Changhan: "I don't look at sponges."

The system also put "Hi XX and Big Big Wolf".

Xia Changhan: "I don't watch mentally retarded animations."

The system released dozens of cartoons one after another, but Xia Changhan vetoed them. In the end, the system couldn't stand it anymore, so Xia Changhan simply released Xiao Huang/movie.

Xia Changhan: "???? I suspect you are targeting me."

system:"???"

Xia Changhan: "You put this for me, what should I do if I am interested in watching it?"

"Pity my hands are disabled. I can't even comfort myself. If I watch too much, I might be suffocated..."

The system ignored her and added thousands of small porn videos to the playlist.

Xia Changhan: "Wait, isn't your AI center cracking down on pornography?"

System: "Don’t scan anymore, I have issued instructions to stop excessive anti-pornography and illegal activities, and redefine the scope, such as watching Xiaohuang/Pian and Xiaohuang/Articles, which are all normal behaviors."

"I heard that it was the director's request."

Xia Changhan: "..."

Damn director.

In the evening Xia Changhan took a shower, dried her hair and threw herself on the bed, rubbing against the soft quilt, and the happiness was about to overflow.

She read two chapters of the novel, turned off the light and fell asleep.

She dreamed of a blue water and blue sky, two women were actually fighting, you pulled my hair, I beat your chest, you kicked me, I slapped you.

Xia Changhan sat on the ground and watched the theater, let alone, it was quite exciting.

After watching it for a while, she suddenly felt that one of the faces was very familiar.

Xia Changhan took a closer look and found that the person turned out to be herself.

His face was confused and intoxicated, and a pair of peachy eyes were particularly attractive.

Xia Changhan's mood was very complicated, and he was too embarrassed to watch his play.

She patted her face, trying to urge herself to wake up quickly, but before taking two shots, she was surprised that she was the one below.

Xia Changhan rolled up his sleeves and rushed up aggressively, muttering: "In my dream, can I still watch me being bullied?"

When she rushed to the two people who were fighting fiercely, she found that the other one turned out to be Qu Qingyin.

Qu Qingyin's cheeks flushed, and he said, "Is it comfortable?"

"Like it?"

"Is strength okay?"

"Need more effort?"

The sound is like a misty rain and fog in the early spring, and the rustle falling on the bamboo leaves is hoarse and sexy.

Hearing that Xia Changhan's body seemed to be electrically charged, he suddenly twitched slightly.

She woke up suddenly, feeling a little bit awkward under her body. She moved her legs, and the heat suddenly rushed from her neck to her face. She quickly got out of bed and slumped into the bathroom.

It was the weekend again, when she visited the neighbors, since she had that dream, she didn't want to see Qu Qingyin again.

Under the urging of the system, she picked a fruit from the remaining fruit basket that looked fresh and not rotten, and reluctantly carried the fruit basket to the neighbor's house.

After entering the door, Qu Qingyin was listening to the piano music with her eyes closed. She put her hands on her legs and tapped her fingers on her legs in rhythm with the music.

Qu Qingyin still wears a long skirt today with a few green bamboo embroidered on the skirt

Xia Changhan's face flushed.

Even Qu Qingyin didn't pay attention to what tune was listening.

When Xia Changhan put down the fruit basket, Qu Qingyin just opened his eyes, saw Xia Changhan's flushed cheeks, and asked, "Why is his face so red."

Xia Changhan replied: "It has been too hot recently."

Qu Qingyin looked at the bare branches outside the window, thoughtfully without tearing it through.

After half a cup of tea, Xia Changhan recovered. She kept cheering herself up in her heart, "Who has no dreams in life since ancient times", "Spring dreams do not realize dawn, every time I hear the bed call" "beautiful bead curtain, lightly relieved" Plain clothes".

When she was mentally prepared, she could look directly at Qu Qingyin before raising her head.

There was another period of relative silence.

Xia Changhan urgently needs to find a topic to break the unspeakable silence.

"The tune is very nice." In fact, she didn't even listen to it.

"This is my favorite song recently. Every time I listen to it, it makes me feel peaceful."

"If you have a chance, you must meet Su Yu, a songwriter."

Xia Changhan also listened attentively, and she was surprised to find that this piece turned out to be her new piece for the gold medal of the domestic piano competition.~