I, Qing Huan

At midnight, Nanyang's mouth and nose finally stopped bleeding. The doctor hung another bag of plasma for her insurance and transferred her from the emergency room to the advanced ward. Sun Guohui, Sun Xuxue, and Mei Zhongli were sitting around her bed, not daring to make any noises, but quietly waiting for her to wake up.

At one point, a full eight hours have passed since she was in a coma. She slowly opened her eyes, her right hand shook, and the remaining needle on the back of her hand shook.

In order to replenish her lost blood faster, her left and right hands were pierced with many needles, and under the tape was a dazzling bruise and red mark. Especially her right hand, because her right hand will also have neuropathic spasm when she is unconscious, so the suspension needle will always deviate from the blood vessel, and several blue blood lines on the back of the hand are covered with red and swollen needle eyes, like ugly artificial flowers dotted on dead branches.

She squinted her eyes, distinguished several people guarding the bed, and said dumbly: "You are here."

Seeing that she was awake, the three people hurriedly got up and knelt down to salute: "Meet the ancestor."

"stand up."

After getting permission, they got up and sat back.

"Ancestor," Mei Zhongli paused, his voice filled with pain, "Your health is getting worse, right?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his battered hand, and said nothing.

Sun Guohui said: "Old ancestor, we are really worried...If she can't remember you anymore, you will suddenly be like this..."

"Is this bad?"

Nan Yang spoke faintly, with no emotion in his eyes, "I used to be afraid, afraid that if she can't remember me, I will live forever by myself. Now it seems that the worst result is just to die sooner. This is already very good. It’s better than living endlessly alone."

"Ancestor, how can we just look at you like this..." Mei Zhongli's muddy eyes filled with moist.

"You don't need to be too pessimistic, and don't need to be too sad." Nan Yang's eyes were somewhat relieved, "Man is mortal, and life is gone but the reincarnation of heaven, everything is the same, even if I don't die these few years, decades The same thing is going to die later. Three thousand years ago, I have tasted death once, so I am not afraid of death. The only thing I worry about... is not being able to stay with her for long."

Nan Yang pursed her lips, and there was an unnoticeable tremor in her voice:

"I also want to accompany her to the end. But she can't remember me, so what can I do?"

"Ancestor, we **** it, we are all useless..."

Sun Guohui squatted down deeply, and the old man, who had passed away from the past, cried regretfully.

"It's not your fault, you have done a good job."

Nan Yang paused, his arms folded, trying to prop up himself, trying to sit up.

Sun Xuxue hurriedly held her arm: "Ancestor, you are still weak, why don't you lie down?"

"It's already late, isn't it?" Nan Yang asked.

Sun Xuxue nodded: "Yes, it's half past one in the morning, and your body hasn't recovered yet. Let's sleep here for one night."

"It turns out it's so late..." A rare panic slid across Nan Yang's eyes, "I have to go back quickly."

Mei Zhongli immediately discouraged: "Old ancestors, you are still in a terrible situation. You must not be discharged easily! The doctor said that you have to hang another blood bag to get out of bed. You may have another attack tonight. We have to guarantee. I can give you an analgesic in time. Don’t do it at this time..."

"I'm fine," Nan Yang didn't pay attention to Mei Zhongli's words, and only said to Sun Xuxue, "Xuxue, when I asked you to come over, did you bring a shirt of mine?"

She knew that her clothes would be stained with blood, so she told Sun Xuxue to prepare.

Sun Xuxue did not dare to speak, and carefully glanced at Sun Guohui's face.

Sun Guohui had no expression and did not speak.

"Give it to me." Nanyang stretched out his hand.

Sun Xuxue looked at Sun Guohui on the left and Mei Zhongli on the right. Finally, he took the bag of clothes and handed it to Nanyang.

Mei Zhongli seemed to want to say something more, but he also understood Nan Yang's temperament and knew that she was always the same, so he had to sigh and leave the ward with Sun Guohui and Sun Xuxue.

Nan Yang pulled out the needles and the remaining needles from the back of his hand, changed his clothes and put on his shoes. When he was about to go out, he paused and looked at the back of his hand, which was full of pinholes.

She stood for a while, then suddenly turned around, picked up a glass on the bedside table, knocked to the ground, knocking out a broken piece. She held the sharp shards, pointed the sharpest point at the eye of the needle on the back of her hand, and slashed down fiercely.

One wound was not enough to cover up the dense pinholes, so she made a lot of strokes, crisscrossing them, until they were **** and devastated. Seeing her **** hands, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went out to ask the doctor on duty to do a brief bandage for herself.

Sun Xuxue looked at her hand, the distress in her eyes overflowed: "Ancestor, why are you doing this?"

"...I can't let her know."

Can't let her know everything behind this.

Nanyang held the gauze wrapped in his palm, and there was a soft smile in his pupils.

That would be fine, so that she would not find out that she had been given so many shots.

After all this is done, it is almost three o'clock in the morning. The rain outside has been falling, and there is a faint tendency to turn into torrential rain. Mei Zhongli called a special car to take Nanyang back to the hotel and escorted him with him.

At the door of the hotel, Nanyang stepped out as soon as the car door opened.

Mei Zhongli hurriedly took out the umbrella from the side: "Ancestor, umbrella..."

Nan Yang's back figure has gone far away, his lonely thin body exposed to the heavy rain, turning into a blur in the mist, like a painting.

Mei Zhongli weakly shook the umbrella in the handshake, and sighed for a long while.

The rain was too heavy, but at this distance from the car to the hotel, she was soaked. The hands that had just been bandaged were also covered with rain, and the gauze was sticky on the back of her fleshy hands, but she didn't even frown.

Go all the way into the lobby, go up the elevator, cross the corridor, and find your room.

It's three o'clock, so late, it stands to reason that Qing Huan should have gone to bed long ago. But Nanyang has a feeling that she is not sleeping, she is waiting for herself. It was because of this feeling that she recklessly escaped from the hospital and returned to her side.

The door card swiped up, and there was a clear door opening prompt.

Gently opened the door, and the darkness inside the door was released bit by bit.

Without turning on the light, she could still see the thin figure sitting stiff in the corner of the big bed.

Nanyang walked in and inserted the door card into the power supply slot, but did not choose to turn on the light immediately. She tentatively walked forward two steps, and the rain on her hair and chin fell drop by drop on the clean floor, dragging a wet mark.

Qing Huan slowly turned her head, even in the dark, she could still see the red eyes.

"Nanyang?"

She asked in a low voice uncertainly.

"Ok."

Nanyang responded.

Qing Huan shook for a while and stood up. She should have been sitting for too long, her legs and feet were numb, and she staggered when she walked over. When she approached, Nan Yang stretched out his arms, fished her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Qing Huan immediately hugged her wet back, sobbing in her nose:

"You are finally back……"

"I know you will wait for me, so you will come back." Nan Yang buried his rain-stained face in the soft long curly hair, "Sorry, I'm late."

"You don't need to say I'm sorry, you said that you came back at night," Qing Huanming was so sad that he was still crying, but still gently comforted the woman in his arms, "It's also night, you, you don't need to apologize. "

"...Aren't you angry?"

"I'm not angry," Qing Huan shook her head vigorously, "I'm just worried about you, I'm worried about your accident. I called you, but no one answered it, and then I just turned it off when I called again. I...I knew it shouldn't I made so many calls to you, but I don’t know if it is inconvenient or impossible for you to answer. I don’t want to disturb your personal affairs, I’m just worried about your safety..."

While she was talking, she bit her lip, as if facing the abyss and walking on thin ice, "I'm sorry, I can't live without you like this, do you hate me?"

Having not returned for a long time, the first thing Qing Huan thinks of is not to blame her for the missed appointment, nor to suspicion about her meeting, but to worry about whether her phone call will cause trouble to herself, and even worry about whether her dependence will let herself. Disgust.

Nanyang hugged her tightly again, full of guilt.

"Don't think about it, how can I hate you."

"But I..."

"I can't do without you either, Qing Huan."

Qing Huan lowered his head, and after hearing these words, his erratic heart finally settled.

Nan Yang touched the delicate curly hair, and suddenly realized that his body was all wet, so he wet the Qing Huan in his arms, and immediately let go of his hand and looked down a little distance. Sure enough, the clothes in front of Qing Huan were also stained with mottled rain stains.

Qing Huan also discovered this problem, and felt even more uncomfortable: "Did you come back with a shower?"

"No, it's only a short distance." Nanyang let go of her, "I'll change my clothes, and you will change too."

Qing Huan nodded. When Nan Yang wiped her shoulders to get her new clothes, she saw the gauze-wrapped hands against the luminous outside the window, and her heart tightened: "What happened to your hands?"

Nanyang didn't cover up too much, and raised his hand to show Qing Huan: "I accidentally broke the cup when I poured water, and cut my hand from the debris. I have bandaged it, it's okay."

"You are thirty-five years old, why are you still so careless?" Qing Huan frowned, her careful thoughts disappeared because of Nanyang's injury. All the attention was placed on this woman who couldn't take good care of herself. On his body, "Really a big boss, I am used to being served, and the water is not good. The gauze is wet, I will help you with medicine in a while."

"No, the wound is ugly, don't look at it." Nan Yang put away his hand.

"It's just a wound, where I haven't seen you? Is there anything I'm not allowed to see..."

Nan Yang opened his mouth, wrapped his mouth with "presumptuous", and did not choose to say it.

Qing Huan paused, for a long time, hesitatingly muttered:

"How do I feel...At this time, you should say'presumptuous'?"

Nan Yang looked at her, the corner of her lips twitched:

"It's okay, I like your presumptuous."