Yan Fengchi: "It’s the middle of the night and everyone is asleep, what are you shouting for?"
Hua Hua: "I’m bored, lonely, and by myself. Fourth brother, quickly hug and soothe my fragile heart..."
Yan Fengchi: "I’ve got my wife in my arms, no free hand to hug you!"
Hua Hua: "Forgot your friendship for love!"
Yan Fengchi: "Speaking of sothing that’s not forgetting friends for love, next month my wife and I are finally tying the knot and having our wedding. The wedding dress must stun everyone, it’s all on you."
Hua Hua: "Fourth brother, can’t you wait a bit longer to get married?"
Yan Fengchi: "Why? I’m eager to do it."
Hua Hua: "If you get married too, will I have to cry alone in the bathroom at night? Spend a bit more ti with , don’t leave single."
Yan Fengchi: "If you don’t want to be left out, hurry up and find soone. Rember not to forget my wife’s wedding dress."
Hua Hua snorted: "The wedding dress is already made and hanging at ho. You can go find it yourself."
Yan Fengchi: "Are you daring to be so casual about it?"
Hua Hua: "It’s been made long ago so each of you don’t act crazy, saying you want to get married and suddenly need a wedding dress, leaving unprepared every ti. I made it according to Luo Xi’s size, certainly not a rush job."
He found it boring and logged off WeChat, lying alone and watching the night scenery. Anyway, he had no interest in joining the conversations and laughter in the room. The harmonious atmosphere reminded him of his brothers, and he felt more like a ’foreigner in a foreign land.’
Maybe every city holds an irreplaceable charm in different people’s hearts. At this mont, he just missed Vancouver, where he had all his joys and sorrows, familial warmth, bittersweet crushes, and the nourishnt of friendship. When deeply in a foreign land, a sensitive nerve gets triggered, familiar mories co rushing back, and the overwhelming feeling left is: hosickness!
Ling Yin dismissed the people in the room and went out to the balcony. Hua Hua was looking at the dimly lit night view of Barcelona. His beautiful eyes looked a bit lost, like he was looking at the night view but also looking through it at sothing else.
His body was lazily turned to the side, covered by a thin air-conditioning blanket. His face carried a kind of elusive sensual charm yet tinged with so depression, giving an impression of being hard to grasp.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hua Hua slowly lifted his eyes, in a languid and aimless manner, not wanting to engage with anyone.
Ling Yin returned inside, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Hua Hua. But Hua Hua, right in front of him, casually poured the wine along the balcony, asking as he poured: "Do you think it’ll land on soone?"
Ling Yin leaned against the railing, capturing every motion and expression of his.
Just about to say no one is that unlucky, a voice from below roared like a lion: "Damn, could I be any more unlucky, who splashed water on my head?"
That person was none other than Yan Feng about to leave the hospital!
Nightingale stepped back two steps, maliciously laughed and said: "I told you, today is not a good day to go out, but you didn’t believe !"
"Dear sister, do you think tomorrow is suitable for going out?" Yan Feng was on the verge of tears.
Hua Hua laughed heartily, bending over with laughter, and suddenly fell silent, feeling utterly bored, placed the wine glass aside, and returned to his earlier state of depression and laziness, asking: "Brother Ling, when will you be discharged?"
"Missing ho?" Ling Yin gauged from his expression.
Hua Hua nodded honestly: "A bit.
But then added: "I can’t go back. Here I can still breathe fresh air. If I go back, I’m afraid I’ll beco a despondent breakup maniac again."
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