Xie Meng muttered: "There is still a class in the afternoon..."

Ji Qinyang: "Please leave."

Xie Meng: "Do you go to bed?"

"Sleeping is a waste." Ji Qinyang smiled.

The two took a shower together, blew each other's hair, and Xie Meng accidentally shaved a little while while shaving in the mirror. Ji Qinyang saw it and pinched his chin and licked the wound.

Xie Meng took leave and did not go to the afternoon class. He accompanied Ji Qinyang to write songs in the modified music room. Before he finished writing one, the two started to make a fuss on the sofa. Ji Qinyang pressed Xie Meng on the electronic piano and fucked him. Occasionally, he overwhelmed the keys and made strange sounds. The two of them couldn't help laughing.

Finally, Ji Qinyang carried the quilt over and wrapped Xie Meng, while he sat on the piano bench naked and finished writing the remaining score.

The evening in early May in Beijing was dry and cool, and the afterglow of the sunset leaked into the windowsill from under the eaves. Xie Meng lay on the sofa and listened to Ji Qinyang humming those strange and nice songs, and took a nap with his eyes closed.

During the process, when Xie Meng woke up, he opened his eyes and could always see Ji Qinyang's back, so it seemed that even the time for companionship seemed precious.

After working together for almost two months, not all the songs written by Ji Qinyang will be asked for. Most of them are very confused when choosing this song. After choosing this song, they are reluctant to let that song go.

Ji Qinyang felt that his heart was too dark: "Your voice is not suitable for singing this at all."

Qian Mo was depressed: "Then why did you write it out?"

"Sing and play by yourself." Ji Qinyang lazily raised his legs on the cover of the piano. He turned the pen in his hand and pushed the selected scores to Qian Mo: "You will sing these songs for the concert next month and practice hard."

Qian Mo: "Don't you really plan to join?"

"Not for the time being." Ji Qinyang glanced at his phone and was about to pick up Xie Meng: "I'm not short of money recently."

Qian Mo held his chin and looked at him: "You are just like losing money, so you can use it so vulgar?"

"It's that vulgar." Ji Qinyang put his headphones on his head: "I have to support my family, how can I do without money?"

In a few days, the semester will end in half, and Beijing will enter the real summer. However, compared with the stuffy and high temperatures in Suzhou, such a climate is very comfortable for Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang. Zhang Ganggang and Han Dong have booked a return flight ticket, and Xie Meng chatted in the WeChat group.

Qi Fei: "Aren't you and Brother Yang back?"

Xie Meng: "Well, Mayday will be here to hold a concert in a few days."

Zhang Ganggang: "I also like Mayday! I would have booked tickets a few days later!"

Han Dong: "There is nothing you don't like...Where is Zhuo Xiaoyuan?"

Xie Meng then realized that Zhuo Xiaoyuan had not spoken. He was about to send a private message to the other party when he saw Zhuo Xiaoyuan sending a message in the group: "I will be with you nearby in the hospital, and you may come to Beijing in a few days."

Xie Meng stopped with a frown, Ji Qinyang, who was walking beside him, leaned over and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Xie Meng signaled him to read it himself. Ji Qinyang flipped the chat record up without any expression, then took out his cell phone and called Zhuo Xiaoyuan.

"Okay... I'll give you the address later." Ji Qinyang held Xie Meng's hand: "What are you worried about? I have a place to sleep with you."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan seemed to say something on the other end of the phone.

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, I'll die."

Xie Meng opened his mouth: "Close to her..."

"It's okay." Ji Qinyang pinched his palm: "It won't be okay."

The afternoon when Zhuo Xiaoyuan came, it happened to be thunderstorms in Beijing. Ji Qinyang asked Qian Mo's band to borrow a car to pick up the brother and sister. The little girl lay on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's shoulder in a depressed manner and saw Ji Qinyang smile: "Brother Qinyang."

Xie Meng carried her into his arms and felt that he was so light that he felt that he was so light that he was loaded into the car by Ji Qinyang, and his face was tired.

"Where to go first?" Qian Mo asked.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan said: "Go to the hospital first. I have made an appointment with the doctor, afraid I won't be able to catch up."

Qian Mo nodded and started the car without saying much nonsense. Everyone was silent along the way, only occasionally Zhuo Xiaoyuan asked his sister in a low voice if she wanted to drink water.

Zhuo Jinjin was sleeping in Xie Meng's arms. She looked out the car window and suddenly asked, "Are we going to the Great Wall?"

"I won't go today." Xie Meng coaxed her: "We need to see a doctor first."

The little girl nodded obediently.

Ji Qinyang touched her head.

When he arrived at the hospital, he registered, checked, and was hospitalized. Zhuo Xiaoyuan talked to the doctor he had made an appointment in the corridor, but his face never calmed down. Qian Mo bought supper and water, but no one touched him.

Zhuo Jinji was already asleep. She was wearing a hat. Because the sick clothes were too big, she looked as if she was almost lost.

"I'll stay with you at night." Zhuo Xiaoyuan came over and said, "You guys go back first."

Xie Meng: "What do you think?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't say anything, but just shook his head.

Ji Qinyang asked him: "Did you bring enough money?"

"Enough, I have taken all the money for chemotherapy." Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked like he didn't want to say more and repeated: "You guys go back first."

Ji Qinyang didn't say much, he took out a card from his wallet and handed it to the other party: "The password is about birthday, so if you don't have enough, just use it."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan opened his mouth and didn't take it. Ji Qinyang forced himself into his pocket of shirt: "Don't be too tired, Xie Meng and I will pick up your shift tomorrow."

Ji Qinyang and Qian Mo leaned against the car and waited for Xie Meng and Zhuo Xiaoyuan to finish talking. Qian Mo took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few sips and then wiped it out. He is a singer and usually pays great attention to protecting his voice.

"How much does the card cost?" Qian Mo asked suddenly: "You will have to pay the rent next month."

Ji Qinyang said lightly: "I have a way."

Qian Mo sneered: "We have to wait for two months in the next game. Can you afford to wait?"

Ji Qinyang glanced at him, Qian Mo raised his eyebrows: "Your partner is rich?"

"You don't have to worry about it." Ji Qinyang saw Xie Meng coming out and made a gesture that ended here: "Stop talking."

Qian Mo shrugged, and he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was late and ate the lunch box that Qian Mo bought. He went to make hot water. When he came back, Zhuo was still asleep. He sat by the little girl's bed for a while, reached out his hand, and carefully touched his sister's pale and thin arms.

"I'll go out for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan whispered to the middle-aged woman in the bed next door: "Help look at my sister."

The middle-aged woman smiled enthusiastically: "No problem, don't worry."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan thanked him and walked alone to the central garden outside the ward. He stood next to the window of his sister's bed for a while, and then slowly squatted onto the concrete floor.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan lit a cigarette for himself. He sucked quickly. After a while, he only had his butt left. When he was about to take out the second one, he found that the cigarette box was empty.

"..." Zhuo Xiaoyuan smiled bitterly and kneaded the cigarette box into a ball and held it in his hand. He raised his head, lowered it again, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"If you can't find a matching style, your sister's physical condition will not last long, so you still have to be mentally prepared." The doctor helped her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her without any emotion: "Can your parents really not be able to get here?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "It's not that I can't catch up, it's not that I can't come."

The doctor seemed to have expected this result and did not ask too much: "If you don't want your sister to be too painful for the last time, it is recommended to stop chemotherapy first. The child's body cannot bear the sadness."

When Zhuo Xiaoyuan returned to the ward, Xie Meng was peeling fruits. Zhuo Jin now fell asleep longer than when he was awake. The little girl was lying quietly, and the shadow of the salt water bag fell on her thin cheekbones.

Xie Meng handed him the fruit plate: "What do you say?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat down, he held Zhuo Jinmi's hand and gently pinched it.

"I plan to stop chemotherapy for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said lightly.

Xie Meng frowned: "Isn't there enough money?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: "Ji Qinyang still has left, don't worry."

Xie Meng was still worried: "Do you want to contact Han Dong to borrow some?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "He gave the money I came here, and he contacted the doctors in the hospital here, which is enough to bother him."

Xie Meng didn't know what to say.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan continued: "When I was in Suzhou, Qi Fei and Ganggang's family had already given me a lot of money, but I didn't pay it back, so I didn't want to owe more."

Xie Meng: "Your parents..."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan suddenly smiled, he looked at Xie Meng and said, "It's not our biological child in the near future."
Chapter completed!