【第一百五十九章】

　　花千凝寒一袭白衣恍若天神。时隔不见，她好像瘦了。

　　白子画就这样默默的在旁边看着她 ，每一次笑，每一句说话的语气，空气中淡淡的药熏香……

　　“凝寒……”

　　“回来了，为什么，不去找我啊……”

　　凝寒扶着一位老婆婆坐下，正在施针，而又来了一位重症患者。可花千凝寒只有一个人……

　　这时候另一个白色身影过去，接下了那位患者。原来是白子画……

　　凝寒看了他一眼，早在她施针的时候，她就知道有人来了，没想到会是他。

　　“谢谢。”

　　花千凝寒嘴角微勾着，道了一声谢谢。

　　白子画依旧别说话摇了摇头，表示无碍。

　　花千凝寒默默收回目光，依旧是高冷不崩的性子啊，真想知道他是怎么坚持下去的。

　　Hua Qianling dressed in white looks like a god. She seems to have lost weight after a while.

　　Baizi painting looked at her silently, every time she laughed, the tone of every sentence, the faint fragrance of medicine in the air.

　　"congealing cold."

　　"come back, why don't you come to me."

　　Ning Han helped an old woman to sit down and was giving an injection, but there was another serious patient. But there is only one person who can spend thousands of cold.

　　At this time, another white figure passed and took over the patient. It turned out to be a white painting.

　　Ning Han glanced at him, and as early as when she was giving the needle, she knew someone was coming, but she didn't expect it to be him.

　　"Thank you."

　　Hua Qianling slightly hooked the corner of her cold mouth and said thank you.

　　Baizi painting still does not speak and shakes his head to show that it is all right.

　　Hua Qianling withdrew her eyes silently, and she was still cold and aloof. I really want to know how he persisted.

　　花千凝寒将所有患者都看完之后，一屁股坐在了椅子上，喘着气……

　　“好累啊！……”

　　白子画看了她一眼，随后走进屋拿了一杯水递给她。

　　花千凝寒接过，指尖触碰下，拿过一饮而尽。唔……还行啊~不错。

　　白子画快速收回手，坐在一旁，莫不言语。花千凝寒也在旁边看着远处的风景。依旧无言。

　　“白子画，还是一如既往的冷啊……”

　　花千凝寒实在不喜欢这样的冷空调，打破了尴尬说道。

　　“嗯……”白子画鼻腔发声嗯了一下，没了下话。花千凝寒也不期待他能说出什么花来，随后起身回了屋里。

　　After Hua Qianling cold had seen all the patients, he sat down on the chair, gasping for breath.

　　"I'm so tired!."

　　The white painting glanced at her, then went into the house and handed her a glass of water.

　　Hua Qianling cold took it, touched his fingertips, took it and drank it. Um. It's okay. It's good.

　　Baizi quickly withdrew his hand and sat aside without saying anything. Hua Qianling cold is also looking at the distant scenery. Still speechless.

　　"Baizi painting is as cold as ever."

　　Hua Qianling cold really does not like this kind of cold air conditioning, broke the embarrassment said.

　　"well." Bai Zi drew his nose and made a sound for a while, but he didn't say anything. Hua Qian Ning Han didn't expect him to say anything about flowers, so he got up and went back to the house.