"That''s right." Ling Mo gives Qiulan a positive answer.


    He did not lift his head to dress Qiulan''s wound, and said: "cry if you want to cry, laugh if you want to laugh, endure to do something, but not live for others to see."


    Qiulan is silent for a moment, tears have stopped unconsciously.


    He whispered, "thank you, Lingmo."


    No one will ever tell him to live as he thinks.


    Ling Mo stands up and bows his head to face Qiulan with a smile.


    The young man''s face is wet with tears, and his eyebrows are slightly curved, which reminds people of the crescent moon in the sky.


    Maybe still not used to other people''s kindness, Ling Mo''s face is a little unnatural. He deviated from the beginning and suddenly felt that the scene was a bit strange.


    Clearly, at the beginning, the patient lying in this bed was him.


    But for a moment, the subject and the object were reversed.


    Qiulan raised her hand carefully bandaged and asked Lingmo, "do you often get hurt?"


    So skillful, it seems very experienced.


    Ling Mo light cough, for a long time, low "Er" for a while, is to admit.


    Qiulan looks up at the person standing.


    The boy was tall and standing high, blocking half the light and shadow. Ling Mo''s side face is also very good-looking, angular, showing a stubborn not to admit defeat.


    Think about it, such a character, in the process of growth will not be too smooth.


    Qiulan is very clever to choose not to ask, just nodded, said with a smile: "then you and my brother must be able to talk, he is often injured."


    Lu ye fight fiercely, three days two body will be a little hurt, autumn LAN are used to.


    Qiulan''s eyes fall on Lingmo''s hand again.


    The ten fingers are slender, with distinct joints. They look very beautiful.


    He couldn''t help sighing: "such a good-looking hand is really suitable for playing profession."


    Professional players attach great importance to their hands and protect them carefully in life, no less than pianists who eat by their hands.


    Ling Mo hears the words and looks back at Qiulan. Then, his eyes fall on Qiulan''s injured hand. The meaning in his eyes is self-evident.


    Qiulan shook her head: "it doesn''t matter, it''s just scratch."


    Ling mogang wanted to say something. The curtain moved, and someone pushed it open and came in.


    Qiulan and he both looked up.


    "Xiaoqiu, are you here?"


    It''s Lu Ye.


    "Brother!" Qiulan raised her eyebrows.


    Lu Ye smiles, "I knew you were here."


    He didn''t even look at Ling Mo and came to Qiulan.


    In the middle of the walk, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were glumly staring at Qiulan''s injured hand, which he didn''t have time to hide.


    Lu Ye asked in a deep voice: "what''s the matter? Are you being bullied? "


    He said, his eyes turned to Ling mo.


    After all, in addition to Qiulan, Lingmo is suspicious.


    Qiulan too know his cousin, busy way: "brother, I accidentally hurt the hand, and Lingmo has nothing to do."


    He raised his hand, as if to prove: "you see, or Ling Mo help me bandage."


    Lu Ye curled his lips, "no, it''s not. What are you in such a hurry to do?"


    Seeing his brother helping an outsider like this, Lu Ye doesn''t like it. Looking at Ling Mo, he feels more and more uncomfortable.


    Besides being good-looking, what''s good about this little white face.


    Lu Ye cold hum a, pull autumn LAN another hand: "go, coach wants to see us."


    "Well?" Autumn LAN tiny Leng, "coach how suddenly want to see us?"? Brother, you haven''t caused any trouble recently


    Lu Ye


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