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Chu Zheng exchanged flowers for Xia Qiu's room every day, and Xia Qiu would watch it every time at the beginning.

I may get used to it later, I have almost never seen it, and let the bunch of flowers come in the morning and leave at night.

Chuzheng asked people to spread a furry carpet on the floor of Xia Qiu's room, and the air conditioner temperature was right, neither cold nor hot.

Xia Qiu didn't like the bed. After he had the carpet, he never touched the bed again.

Except for sleeping in the closet, the rest of the time is spent sleeping on the carpet.

Chuzheng asked people to move the bed out.

Without the bed, the room looked more empty.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

Xia Qiu pointed at herself.

"Well, you."

Xia Qiu looked up at the ceiling and slowly turned his head to look at Chu Zheng.

He wrote two words on white paper.

"Drawing?"

Chu Zheng got him painting tools the next day.

Xia Qiu stood aside, watching Chuzheng assemble for him, standing to her left for a while, and then going around to the right again.

From time to time, he gave Chuzheng something.

The easel was quickly assembled, and Chuzheng asked Xia Qiu to try it.

Xia Qiu should have learned a little, and he painted pretty well.

You can paint, and Xia Qiu doesn't spend a lot of time looking at the wall in a daze.

Sitting at the easel most of the time.

Chuzheng has seen his paintings, and he is repeating paintings of this room.

But there are also changes.

For example, the first painting should be when he first moved into this room.

The room becomes what it is now.

"Why do you repeat this?"

Xia Qiu glanced at her, then hung his head to paint on the drawing board, ignoring his question.

It's like he must take the candy from the heart of Chuzheng's hand...

Chu Zheng didn't dare to talk about him.

The patient is fragile.

"It's getting late, okay if I don't paint today?" Chuzheng discussed with Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu put down his paintbrush.

Chuzheng fetched water to clean up the paint on his hands and changed him clean clothes.

"You can't sneak up to paint at night, can you do it?"

For several nights, he fell asleep and suddenly got up to paint.

Xia Qiu stared at the rippling water in the basin, and did not respond to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng wiped his hands with a clean kerchief and put them on his knees, "Let’s make an agreement, as long as you don’t get up to paint at night, will I have dinner with you?

Xia Qiu had a reaction, he reached out and grabbed Chu Zheng's hand, his little finger hooked her little finger hook.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Chu Zheng touched his head, "Promise me to do it."

Xia Qiu nodded, got up and walked to the corner, stuffed herself into the blanket, and closed her eyes obediently.

Chu Zheng: "..."

You have to get him out of here quickly.

But Xia Qiu is still a suspect...

Chuzheng doesn't believe that her little things will kill people, there must be another murderer.

Only by catching this murderer, Xia Qiu's suspicion will be cleared.

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Into the night.

The hospital corridor was so quiet that needles fell, and the lights at the nurses' station were on, but it still looked gloomy.

In the ward, Xia Qiu curled up in a ball, pinching the soft flesh of her household registration with her fingers.

"No painting at night."

"No painting at night."

He didn't make a sound, but his lips were closed, repeating these words over and over again.

Xia Qiu got up several times, lay down again, and whispered these words.

"Don't paint... Don't paint..."

Xia Qiu didn't know how long she had been reading.

When the first ray of light entered the ward that day, he immediately turned over and sat down where he usually eats, pursing his lips and waiting.

The sun gradually rose, and the caregiver brought in breakfast.

Xia Qiu waited until the breakfast was cold and the door was closed tightly.

-

Chuzheng went to the crime scene last night, because there are three places in the crime scene, she ran back and forth.

Today, I was caught in a car accident and was directly blocked on the road.

It was almost ten o'clock in the hospital.

Chuzheng asked his colleagues to help, but Xia Qiu... the colleague said he couldn't help.

Xia Qiu only recognizes him now.

He doesn't listen to what others say.

I really don’t listen.

That's the kind-just say it, if I hear a word, I lose.

So I thought I would see a bad picture when I went to Xia Qiu, but I didn't.

Xia Qiu sat at the small table very obediently, and everything seemed normal.

Chuzheng had a little frustration, "Sorry, I'm late."

Xia Qiu lowered her head, reached out her hand to touch the chopsticks, and began to eat breakfast.

The breakfast was cold early.

Chuzheng stopped him, "Don't eat this, I'll bring it hot."

Xia Qiu avoided Chu Zheng and silently ate the cold breakfast.

Chu Zheng's brow and heart jumped suddenly.

Sure enough, there is still something!

Xia Qiu used to eat very slowly, but this time it was fast. Chu Zheng was afraid of irritating him, so he didn't dare to grab it.

When Chu Zheng grabbed the bowl from Xia Qiu, Xia Qiu had already eaten half of it.

He glanced at Chu Zheng, got up and walked to the corner, wrapped himself in a blanket, and curled up into a ball.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Who am I riding a horse for!

Why do you still suffer this kind of sin here now!

Who loves to serve?

She quit!

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ten minutes.

Chu Zheng sat next to Xia Qiu, trying to pull the blanket.

Xia Qiu pulled the blanket tightly, unable to pull it at all.

"I know it's wrong for me to be late, don't be angry."

No matter what Chu Zheng said, Xia Qiu refused to show his head.

Chu Zheng took a breath, "As long as you are not angry, I promise you one condition."

The blanket covering his head was left by Xia Qiu, showing a little red face.

He stared at Chuzheng, as if asking—really?

"Really."

Xia Qiu stared at her intently. He nodded slowly for a full minute.

"Then what are you asking for?"

Xia Qiu doesn't ask for it now, he wants to save it and ask for it later.

"Okay." My little things are not just for petting.

Xia Qiu was not at ease, and asked Chu Zheng to write him an IOU, and he had to sign it.

Chu Zheng: "..." To pet, to pet.

Chu Zheng watched Xia Qiu put the IOU away, "Then get up for breakfast, I have to go to work later."

Xia Qiu was satisfied, and sat down with a cunning look.

"Does the stomach feel uncomfortable?" Eating so many cold ones early in the morning.

Xia Qiu shook his head.

"Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Even if you are angry in the future, you can't toss yourself."

Xia Qiu tilted her head and tapped her head twice.

Chuzheng accompanies Xia Qiu to finish breakfast and start busy with today's work.

Chu Zheng met Captain Song in the lobby downstairs in the afternoon.

Captain Song should have been to see Xia Qiu, and stopped her with a strange expression.

Chuzheng said hello neither salty nor indifferent: "Captain Song."

"Doctor Chu, why did Xia Qiu's room become like that?" He almost thought he was in the wrong place today.

"For treatment."

"..."

Captain Song doesn't quite understand either, but... no one should be treated like this, right?

After all, they are doctors, and Captain Song is not easy to question.

"How is Xia Qiu's situation?"

Chu Zheng: "The mood is fairly stable recently."

Captain Song seemed to see the light, "When can I ask him about the case?"

Chu Zheng glanced at him and slowly said, "Captain Song, do you think Xia Qiu is really the murderer?"

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