The temperature difference in Mo mountain was low. Shen Qinghuan sat for a while. After sneezing, he slowly retracted into his quilt.


    "Zihan." Shen Qinghuan''s hands disguised as pillows leaned against the back of his head and continued: "after being with ah Heng, I thought through one thing."


    "Huh?" Zhou Zihan looked at his good friend quietly.


    "Two people, whether lovers or friends." Shen Qinghuan''s throat tightened and his face was not mature at this age. "If there is a misunderstanding, we must make it clear."


    When Shen Qinghuan said this sentence, she substituted herself. She remembered a lot of bad content in the past.


    I don''t know if I was seriously ill, or if I lived a lifetime again and saw a lot of things, I don''t want to let my good friends follow me.


    Zhou Zihan thought that Shen Qinghuan thought of Li Xiaojie again. At this time, maybe a hug could be better than a thousand words.


    Lu Ziheng stepped forward and saw two girls hugging each other.


    "What''s going on?"


    Zhou Zihan felt Lu Ziheng''s heavy tone. She quickly moved away from Shen Qinghuan. The language didn''t go beyond her head, "I..."


    Lu Ziheng strode past Zhou Zihan and didn''t give her a chance to explain. He stretched his angular handsome face, and even his eyes darkened a little. "I''ve only been out for a while. Is my body uncomfortable again?"


    "No." Even if Lu Ziheng was nervous, Shen Qinghuan would inevitably blush in front of his friends, "Why are you so fierce and scared Zihan."


    Lu Ziheng noticed that there was another Zhou Zihan in front of him.


    Even if Zhou Zihan is a girl and holds his little girl without suspicion, he will inevitably eat.


    "The monitor is outside and is looking for someone to help pack up the supplies into the mountain." Lu Ziheng was silent for a moment and suddenly opened his mouth.


    Zhou Zihan was stunned for a while before he realized that Lu Ziheng''s words were for himself. He waved to Shen Qinghuan on the hospital bed: "Qinghuan. Then I''ll help. Mr. Jiang should not be busy alone. "


    What do you mean you can''t be busy alone.


    Qin Muzhi at the other end of the curtain took another big bite of the apple angrily.


    After losing weight, Jiang Shilu did become thin, but he was not a weak Lin Daiyu.


    If it weren''t for his useless leg, he would have run to carry Jiang Shilu''s collar. How could he be Lao Lu''s light bulb here.


    But Lao Lu is also true. Can''t he avoid suspicion a little?


    When he''s dead?


    Lu Ziheng sneezed on the other side of the curtain. Maybe someone poked him in the back.


    The little girl stretched out her hand and took out a few pieces of paper from the bedside table and handed it to Lu Ziheng, "why do you have a cold?"


    "What happened just now?" Compared with Shen Qinghuan, Lu Ziheng seemed aggressive. "Did Zhou Zihan say something that made you unhappy?"


    "No." Shen Qinghuan immediately shook his head and rejected, "just now Zihan is unhappy. I''m pacifying her. It''s not easy to open your mind a little, and you''ll stir it up. "


    Shen Qinghuan refers to Zhou Zihan''s recognition of his heart. Lu Ziheng also knows that he bends his lips, and the Fengshen Junlang''s face enlarges little by little in front of Shen Qinghuan: "little friend, brother, that''s holding a big move."


    Too close, too foul.


    Shen Qinghuan blushed and slowly retracted into the quilt.


    ......


    Outside the tent


    Zhou Zihan, who took the initiative to help Jiang Shilu move materials, was booed by the boys in his class.


    While making faces, they yelled at the matching of men and women. They were not tired.


    ——Sugar sugar words segmentation line——


    It''s over.


    Merry Christmas.