Mosquito blood can't get up

Rong Han was sent to the hospital. Apart from blood loss and wound infection, most of the wounds were actually just flesh and blood.

He woke up soon, he chatted with Gu Chang'an briefly, and the other party left with his arms around him.

At the end, I left a sentence: "You are not young, think clearly about what you want, this is my brother's advice."

Rong Han chuckled lightly in the quiet ward, "If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have to go to the hospital."

His childhood was not happy, and his parents' marriage relationship was not deep. His childhood grew up under the encouragement of the two of them looking forward to their son Jackie Chan.

His childhood was filled with all kinds of elite education, and the second in the exam was to serve him with a stick. When others were still acting like a baby in his mother's arms, thick calluses had been rubbed on his fingers with a pen, and his fingertips were also getting dirty day after day. The scars where the sun touches the keys.

But he didn't regret it, because his mother would praise him, and his father would show off him with his friends, because of the praise in the scolding, his childhood was just a repetitive routine.

He saw a word called "friend" from the book, but he couldn't understand the meaning of these two words no matter how to look them up.In his life, there is only bad darkness, the teacher's criticism over and over again, and the words of his parents.

Then one day he talked about this issue with his parents, and Rong Han, who thought it was a punishment, saw the person who opened a window in his dark room to let the sunlight in, Bai Ran.

The members of the Bai family also wanted to make friends. In the face of interests, the acquiescence of the adults opened up a new world for Rong Han in his childhood. There are things more worthy of his efforts than the praise of his parents.

Later he said that he fell in love with the boy who always took him around on sunny days, and this novel world stimulated his heart bit by bit.

Although the parents nailed the window after they found out, sunlight still came in through the crack, and he saw a hand digging open the window and saying to him with the bloody hand stabbed by the wood: " I like you."

He was pulled out, bathed in sunlight, and left the cold, damp and dark room, as if he felt truly free.

But today, seven years later, he realized that he pushed the person who pulled him out of the darkness away again, walked under the shadow, and told the other person: It's too hot, it's not suitable for me.

Rong Han snapped a bite of the apple he had brought as condolences. His injuries were almost recovered and he could be discharged from the hospital soon, but the person he was looking forward to still did not appear.

He felt that the apple in his mouth was a bit bitter, and he thought of what he did when Lin Zimo was hospitalized, the feeling of expecting the person he hoped for countless times after the door was opened, but it turned out to be nothing, it was terrible.

What kind of feeling did Lin Zimo wait for himself for seven years?

He didn't know, but he was beginning to understand.

But in the final analysis, what he is now is only four words - "I have done it myself."