I, Qinghuan

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Nan Yang's mouth and nose finally stopped bleeding. To be on the safe side, the doctor gave her another bag of plasma, and transferred her from the emergency room to a senior ward.Sun Guohui, Sun Xuxue, and Mei Zhongli sat around her hospital bed, not daring to make any noise, but quietly waiting for her to wake up.

At one o'clock, eight hours after she passed out of coma, she slowly opened her eyes, her right hand trembled, and the retention needle on the back of her hand trembled accordingly.

In order to replenish her lost blood faster, many needle holes were pierced in her left and right hands, and there were dazzling bruises and red marks under the adhesive tape.Especially her right hand, because her right hand would have nervous spasms when she was unconscious, so the needle would always deviate from the blood vessel, and a few blue blood veins on the back of the hand were covered with red and swollen needle holes, like ugly fake flowers dotted on dead branches.

She squinted her eyes, recognized the people guarding the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "You guys are here."

Seeing that she had woken up, the three of them stood up and knelt down to salute: "Greetings, Patriarch."

"stand up."

After getting permission, they got up and sat back to their original positions.

"Old Ancestor," Mei Zhongli paused, his voice full of pain, "Your health is getting worse, isn't it?"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand riddled with holes, 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..."

"Isn't that good?"

Nan Yang said lightly, with no emotion in his eyes, "I was always afraid that she would not remember my words, and I would live forever alone. Now it seems that the worst result is to die earlier. This is already very good , is better than living endlessly alone."

"Old Ancestor, how can we just look at you like this..." Moisture welled up in Mei Zhongli's muddy eyes.

"You don't need to be too pessimistic, and you don't need to be too sad." Nan Yang's eyes were somewhat relieved, "Everyone is mortal, and the passing of life is only the reincarnation of heaven, and everything is the same, even if I didn't die in the past few years, decades The queen is also going to die. 3000 years ago, I have tasted the taste of death once, so I am not afraid of death. The only thing I am worried about... is that I cannot stay with her for a long time."

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

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

"Old Ancestor, we are damned, we are all useless..."

Sun Guohui stooped deeply, and the old man who had passed seventy years began to cry in remorse.

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

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

Sun Xuxue quickly supported her arm: "Old Ancestor, you are still weak, why don't you lie down?"

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

Sun Xuxue nodded: "Yes, it's already 01:30 in the morning, and your body hasn't recovered yet, so sleep here for the night."

"So it's already so late..." Nan Yang's eyes flashed a rare panic, "I have to go back quickly."

Mei Zhongli immediately dissuaded him: "Old Ancestor, you are still in a very bad situation, you must not be discharged easily! The doctor said that you must at least hang another blood bag before you can get out of bed, you may have another attack tonight, we have to guarantee It is only if you can give you an analgesic injection in time, and it must not be at this time..."

"I'm fine," Nan Yang didn't care about what Mei Zhongli said, and only said to Sun Xuxue, "Xuxue, when I asked you to come here, bring one of my shirts, did you bring it?"

She knew that her clothes would be stained with blood, so she told Sun Xuxue to get ready early in the morning.

Sun Xuxue didn't dare to speak, and carefully glanced at Sun Guohui's expression.

Sun Guohui showed no expression and did not speak.

"Give it to me." Nan Yang stretched out his hand.

Sun Xuxue was like a sandwich biscuit, looked left at Sun Guohui, right at Mei Zhongli, finally gritted his teeth, and directly picked up the bag of clothes and handed it to Nan Yang.

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

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

She stood for a while, then turned around suddenly, picked up a glass on the bedside table, knocked it on the ground, and knocked out a broken piece.She held the sharp shard, aimed the sharpest point at the needle hole on the back of her hand, and scratched hard.

One wound was not enough to cover the densely packed needle holes, so she made many cuts, crisscrossing and criss-crossing, until the flesh was bloody and devastated.Looking at her bloody hands, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went out to ask the doctor on duty to give herself a simple bandage.

Sun Xuxue looked at her hand, and the pain in her eyes was overflowing: "Old Ancestor, what are you doing this for?"

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

Can't let her know everything behind this.

Nan Yang squeezed the gauze wrapped in his palm, and there was a gentle smile in his pupils.

That would be nice so she doesn't find herself getting so many shots.

After doing all this, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.The rain outside has been falling, and there is a faint tendency to turn into a heavy rain. Mei Zhongli called a special car to take Nan Yang back to the hotel, and he also escorted him.

At the entrance of the hotel, as soon as the car door opened, Nan Yang stepped out.

Mei Zhongli took out an umbrella from the side in a panic: "Old Ancestor, Umbrella..."

Nan Yang's back has gone away, his solitary and thin body was exposed in the heavy rain, and it became blurred in the mist, like a painting.

Mei Zhongli weakly shook the umbrella in his hand, and after a while, he sighed.

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

Go all the way into the lobby, take the elevator, walk through the corridor, and find your room.

It's three o'clock, it's so late, it stands to reason that Qing Huan should have gone to bed early.But Nan Yang had a feeling that she didn't sleep, she was waiting for herself.It was because of this feeling that she escaped from the hospital desperately and returned to her side.

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

Gently pulling the door open, the darkness inside the door was released bit by bit.

She didn't turn on the light, but she could still see the slender figure sitting stiffly in the corner of the big bed.

Nan Yang walked in, inserted the key card into the power supply slot, but did not choose to turn on the light immediately.She tentatively took two steps forward, the rain on her hair and chin fell drop by drop on the clean floor, leaving a trail of wet marks.

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

"Nan Yang?"

she whispered uncertainly.

"Ah."

Nan Yang agreed.

Qing Huan shuddered, stood up, probably because she had been sitting for too long, her legs and feet were numb, and she staggered a little when she walked over.When she approached, Nan Yang stretched out his arms, grabbed her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Qing Huan immediately hugged her wet back, sobbing a little in her nasal cavity:

"You are finally back……"

"I knew you would wait for me, that's why I came 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 tonight," Qing Huan was obviously very sad, she was still crying, and she still had to gently comfort the woman in her 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, worried about your accident. I called you, but no one answered, and then the phone was turned off when I called you again. I... I know I shouldn't I've called you so many times, but I don't know if it's inconvenient for you to answer or if you can't answer, I don't want to disturb your private affairs, I'm just worried about your safety..."

As she spoke, she bit her lip, as if she was facing an abyss and walking on thin ice, "I'm sorry, I can't leave you like this, do you hate me?"

After not returning for a long time, Qing Huan's first thought was not to blame her for missing an appointment, nor to suspect the person she was meeting with, but to worry about whether her phone call would cause trouble to her, or even worry about whether her dependence would make her feel uncomfortable. generate disgust.

Nan Yang hugged her tighter, full of guilt.

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

"But I..."

"I also can't live without you, Qinghuan."

Qing Huan lowered her head, and after hearing these words, her wandering heart finally settled down.

Nan Yang touched the curly hair with exquisite curvature, and suddenly realized that his body was completely wet, and he had wet Qing Huan in his arms, so he immediately let go of his hand and pulled a little distance away to look down.Sure enough, the clothes in front of Qinghuan were also stained with rain stains.

Qing Huan only discovered this problem, and felt even more uncomfortable: "Did you come back drenched?"

"No, it was only a short distance away." Nan Yang let go of her, "I'm going to change my clothes, and you should change too."

Qing Huan nodded. When Nan Yang rubbed shoulders with her to get the new clothes, she saw the hands wrapped in gauze against the night light outside the window, and her heart tightened: "What's wrong with your hands?"

Nan Yang didn't hide it too much, and raised his hand to show Qing Huan: "I accidentally broke the cup when I was pouring water, and cut my hand by the debris. It has been bandaged, and it's fine."

"You are 35 years old, why are you still so careless?" Qing Huan frowned, all her little thoughts disappeared because of Nan Yang's injury, and all her attention was put on this woman who couldn't take good care of herself. "What a big boss. I'm used to being waited on. I can't pour the water well. The gauze is wet. I'll give you some medicine later."

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

"It's just a wound. I haven't seen anything on your body? Is there anything I'm not allowed to see..."

Nan Yang opened his mouth, and wrapped the word "presumptuous" in his mouth. After deliberating for a moment, he didn't choose to say it.

Qing Huan paused for a long time, hesitated and murmured:

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

Nan Yang looked at her, with a slight hook on the corner of his lips:

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