Mainly because he gave too much money

Zhou Ziyi didn't know how long he stood there.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand, wanting to use his mobile phone to find out what other ways to leave the hospital.But he didn't think of which software to use at all, and he clicked unconsciously, only to find that there was a bus stop 1.2 kilometers away, and the first bus in the morning arrived at 6:10.

Obviously, he could wait in the hospital until the time was about to pass, but for some reason, Zhou Ziyi suddenly got angry with himself, and stepped into the cold wind with his slippers on.

The temperature in the early morning was the most invasive, and the cold wind made Zhou Ziyi's brain twitch, but he just walked forward step by step.The road is quite wide, clean and not twisty.But looking forward, I always feel that there is no end.

Zhou Ziyi didn't know how long he had been gone.

All I know is that when he walked to the bus stop and sat down on the cold metal seat, he shivered suddenly.

Only then did he feel that it was much colder than the hospital.

The wind blew into his eyes, making them cold.He felt that his eyes were a little hot, and he blinked hard, but those feelings disappeared again.

He lowered his head and unlocked the phone, but he didn't know what to do.With a swipe up, a list of open apps appeared in front of him, and he unconsciously crossed them out one by one.

When he slid to the payment software page, the five-digit number made his fingers pause.

Of course Zhou Ziyi knew this number, but when it came time to pay, it was over with a single swipe. At that time, the anxiety in his heart overwhelmed everything else.Seeing this number now, Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a while.

until the screen of the phone goes dark.

Zhou Ziyi bent down, covered his face, and sat alone in the cold wind.

……

Zhou Ziyi took the bus for a long time, and then changed to an online car-hailing car when he arrived in the urban area.The online car-hailing driver was startled when he saw his distressed appearance, and turned around to ask, "Sir, are you okay?"

"...It's okay." Zhou Ziyi's face was expressionless, and his voice was clammy and hoarse as in the morning.

The driver didn't dare to ask any more questions, and turned back to concentrate on driving.

Zhou Ziyi clenched his fingers and took several deep breaths silently and slowly.

Looking out the window, the sky is already bright.

……

When Zhou Ziyi opened the door of Yan Xiuji's apartment, it was already past seven in the morning.

Obviously nothing was opened at home, but the moment he entered, Zhou Ziyi felt as if a gust of warm wind was blowing on his face.

This kind of warmth melted away something that Zhou Ziyi gritted his teeth and insisted on.

He stood in the porch, as if suddenly unable to move.There is no longer the noise of traffic and traffic around me, and there are no more people coming and going, and a certain feeling that has been suppressed in my heart becomes louder and makes a comeback.

In the dimly lit room, there was no one. Zhou Ziyi seemed to hear a voice saying: Don't hold back anymore.

—no one will see.

He felt that his eyes suddenly became hot, his feet suddenly lost strength, and his body suddenly couldn't stand up straight.He squatted down on the spot, curling himself up.When the eyes are closed, there are drops of water sliding down the face.

Hit the floor, forming a transparent imprint.

The second drop, the third drop...

Zhou Ziyi himself didn't understand why this happened all of a sudden.But the emotions that had been churning all the time found an outlet, and the tears welling up couldn't stop anymore.He was only a few meters away from his room, but he couldn't even stand the distance, squatting in the porch and began to cry.Zhou Ziyi couldn't control the flood-like pouring, and even bit his lower lip tightly so as not to release the voice in his throat.

Even so, he couldn't stop sobbing intermittently.

He was tired, he was cold, and he finally came home at dawn.These are small things, but enough to ignite him.There were more, deeper, and more wronged things, and before he even had time to think about them, they all filled his emotions and exploded unexpectedly.

He just squatted there intently, huddled into a ball, almost crying silently and silently.

Until Yan Xiuji went downstairs.

Yan Xiuji suddenly saw a figure squatting in the porch, his whole body tensed up for a second, and then he recognized that it was Zhou Ziyi.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Ziyi's weird posture prompted Yan Xiuji to stride towards him.When Yan Xiuji stopped in front of Zhou Ziyi, the slight sobbing sound reached Yan Xiuji's ears at once.

--Cried?

This cognition made Yan Xiuji almost stunned.Several times in the past, when he thought Zhou Ziyi would cry, Zhou Ziyi didn't cry.But now, one early morning, Zhou Ziyi was crying alone in the porch, crying so hard... Yan Xiuji had to come up with a lot of bad guesses.

Yan Xiuji didn't even know when he went out.

Going out in pajamas is obviously not an easy task.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xiuji squatted down, wanting to see Zhou Ziyi's face, "What happened?"

Zhou Ziyi shook his head.

He didn't want to cry in front of Yan Xiuji, he heard Yan Xiuji's voice coming down.But he couldn't walk, and couldn't stop crying, so he could only stay where he was and was caught by Yan Xiuji.He lowered his head vigorously, at least he didn't want Yan Xiuji to see his face.

But because of his refusal, Yan Xiuji felt agitated in his heart.

"Tell me, what happened?" Yan Xiuji reached out his hand to help him up, but he didn't know where to put it after lifting it for a long time, so he landed on top of Zhou Ziyi's head and touched it, "Why are you crying?"

The wetness of Zhou Ziyi's hair made Yan Xiuji realize that the young man has not only gone out, but also for a long time.

Yan Xiuji touched Zhou Ziyi's hand again, it was cold.

The man frowned, feeling a mess in his heart, which made it difficult for him to calm down: "Are you going out?"

Zhou Ziyi still didn't answer.Rather, Yan Xiuji's question was like a catalyst, the more he wanted to stop, the more he couldn't stop.

Yan Xiuji became more and more irritable when he heard it, his guesses were getting worse and worse, and he felt that he had nowhere to exert his strength.

He had no choice but to get closer, half squatting and half kneeling close to the curled young man, holding the other's face with both hands, forcing him to look up.

"What exactly happened?" Yan Xiuji asked again, his tone was serious and reliable, "You tell me so that I can help you solve it."

He urged, "Speak."

Zhou Ziyi finally met his gaze.

The young man's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and the tears were still pouring out. When he looked at people, he seemed to be separated by a layer of mist.He had to answer Yan Xiuji's question. He wanted to express the grievances in his heart, but the messy words spun around his mouth again and again, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Xiuji waited patiently for a long time before hearing his hoarse response.

Zhou Ziyi said hoarsely, "I...I want to learn to drive."

Yan Xiuji was a little stunned when he heard this.

He quickly realized that this was not Zhou Ziyi's real appeal, but he still replied: "Then learn. It's not difficult to enroll you in the driving school."

Zhou Ziyi blinked, tears flowed down his cheeks and slid onto Yan Xiuji's fingers.

"What else, continue." Yan Xiuji looked at him, "If you want to learn how to drive, do you want to buy a car?"

Zhou Ziyi didn't dare to answer.Now Zhou Wenwen's medical expenses are the most important thing. How can Zhou Ziyi have the money to buy a car?Where is the money to keep a car?

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly remembered another thing: "Financial management... let's put it aside for a while..."

Yan Xiuji was stunned for a moment: "Why? Are you in urgent need of money elsewhere?"

"..." Before Zhou Ziyi could answer, he twitched hard.

He forgot to cry because of Yan Xiuji's questioning, the tears were not so violent, but he couldn't stop gasping.As soon as he inhaled, he gasped before speaking.I was out of breath, how could I have the time to answer?

Yan Xiuji thought he didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply asked, "You went out this morning, didn't you? Zhou Wenwen needs money urgently? How much?"

These questions, I don't know which sentence poked Zhou Ziyi, and the tears that were about to be absorbed fell down again.

"No, no..."

"Zhou Ziyi, tell me the truth." Yan Xiuji looked at him and said, "Don't just cry, tell me what happened, don't hide it from me."

Zhou Ziyi looked at him, felt the hands on his face, tears rolled down, and asked an inexplicable question: "...why?"

Yan Xiuji: "Why?"

Zhou Ziyi didn't answer.

He just stared at Yan Xiuji for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and hugged him!

Yan Xiuji:! ! !

He froze, and then instantly felt a weight hit his body, which made him lean back and fall to the floor.

Zhou Ziyi didn't do it on purpose, he just squatted for too long before, and his legs and feet were already numb.When he was leaning forward, he threw forward uncontrollably, kneeled on the ground with his legs, and threw himself into Yan Xiuji's arms.

"you……"

Yan Xiuji opened his mouth to say something, but Zhou Ziyi hugged him tightly and buried his head on his shoulder.

The suppressed sobs reached Yan Xiuji's ears, and Yan Xiuji realized that Zhou Ziyi was crying again.His pressing question just now didn't make Zhou Ziyi calm down and answer his question, but instead made him cry out of control again.

The big boss is gone too.

He wanted to help Zhou Ziyi solve the problem rationally, but the effect seemed to be counterproductive.Zhou Ziyi's crying was muffled in his ears, scratching at his heart, like a cat's nails scratching the threads on a sweater, more and more hooks, and it became a mess.

The Zhou Ziyi that Yan Xiuji saw before, he often smiled and seldom frowned.Every morning when I wake up, the first person I see is Zhou Ziyi, and the first thing I hear is that he says "good morning" with a smile.Looking at Zhou Ziyi like that, it was hard for Yan Xiuji to imagine how he looked when he was sad.

The few times he saw him depressed, Yan Xiuji thought he was crying, but in fact he didn't cry.Yan Xiuji felt that he was bored, holding himself back too tightly.Maybe when Zhou Ziyi can vent his emotions, he will be more relaxed.

Now that he was really crying, Yan Xiuji didn't want him to cry anymore.

His cries represent his emotions, depressed, painful, and unbearable.Even because of his self-restraint, the crying may only be part of his distress.Yan Xiuji's desire to help him was inexplicable and intense.He wanted Zhou Ziyi to relieve these distresses, but Zhou Ziyi was unwilling to say a word.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiuji felt even more restless.

--do not Cry.

Maybe it was because the hug was too tight, or maybe it was because the young man was crying too much, Yan Xiuji hugged him and didn't want to push him away, he just felt sore, numb, chaotic and anxious in his heart.Yan Xiuji felt that his heart was blocked, and he was eagerly looking for a way to get out.

He sat on the ground, patting Zhou Ziyi's back repeatedly, letting his shoulders be soaked by tears.

He didn't know why, but he just blurted out something: "It's okay, I'll buy you a car."

He also said: "How much does Zhou Wenwen want? You tell me, I will lend it to you without interest."

He even said: "If you have anything to say, I can help you."

The only answer to him was a constant, even more pronounced cry.