The river is about to burn the mountain

When Ji Qiuhan woke up, his expression was still in a trance, as if there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he was pressed into the dull water with a glass.

The monitoring equipment around him was faster than his reaction, and Didi's warning sound instantly broke the quiet sunlight in the room.

The thin eyelashes tried to lift a millimeter, and gradually closed in the light. The light on the white ceiling faded like velvet. He saw the doctor, Song Xinghui, and Jiang Zhan.

He seemed to hear Jiang Zhan calling his name, and then yelled at the doctor, "Why hasn't he woke up yet? Which step went wrong!" But those voices seemed to come from the bottom of the lake, with a swaying sound Far stuffy.

His arms were a little heavy, and as far as he could see, there were circles of medical bandages wrapped around his wrists.He didn't want to make Jiang Zhan angry, so he lifted it up as hard as he could, and grabbed Jiang Zhan's shirt with difficulty.

In the past three months, Jiang Zhan seemed to be forced into a wild beast that was trapped in a corner and was about to go crazy.The treatment plans failed to improve one by one. He suddenly noticed that his waist and abdomen were being pulled, and looked towards this side with a face of surprise. His tired eyes full of red blood suddenly lit up when he saw him wake up.

Ji Qiuhan only felt that his mouth and nose seemed to be plugged with oxygen tubes, and his throat was speechless.

His hand was held back by Jiang Zhan in a second. The warm and familiar palm, the thin callus on the tiger's mouth, held him forcefully. The power seemed to be transmitted to the heart through the veins under the arm, making him feel as if Pulling away in the dream, I felt the gravity of being embraced and wrapped by the real world again.

Ji Qiuhan's fingers clasped Jiang Zhan's palm stiffly. Seeing Jiang Zhan leaning over in a hurry, he whispered in his ear, "Qiuhan? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"

Ji Qiuhan nodded slightly, his body seemed exhausted like rotten wood under the rain for many days, he saw Jiang Zhan's eyes were red, he rarely saw Jiang Zhan so haggard.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and Ji Qiuhan's hand touched the back of Jiang Zhan's neck in the posture of bending over, and gently pressed against his side.

Song Xinghui saw that Ji Qiuhan had woken up and was fine, so he took away the doctor in the room, leaving only the two of them in the ward.

Jiang Zhan thought that Ji Qiuhan was going to tell him something, so he put his hand into Ji Qiuhan's thin back, carefully pulled him up, and sat on the edge of the bed, so that Ji Qiuhan could lean in his arms.

"I'm listening... what do you want to say?"

It is rare for Jiang Zhan to lower his heroic eyebrows and gently kiss his lover's delicate and pale neck, trying to encourage him to speak.

In the past three months, Jiang Zhan's whole heart probably made Ji Qiuhan's illness hang on the clouds hanging high in the sky, and he could fall down and break to pieces at any time.Since his mother passed away, he has rarely experienced such panic again. Where power and money cannot reach, every inch is powerless.

He was afraid that Ji Qiuhan would be as unresponsive as those days before, like a body that left its soul in a dream.He walked with Ji Qiuhan all the way, he knew the hatred that Ji Qiuhan couldn't let go of all these years, and his attachment to the truth, but the more he knew, the less he could imagine what kind of pain Ji Qiuhan would endure after learning all this .

"...Baby, don't keep talking, okay, you're going to scare me to death," maybe it was Ji Qiuhan's silent voice, which made Jiang Zhan feel that this time it was probably the same as the previous few times, and his heart ached unbearably. But he didn't show any disappointment, he just pulled some distance away and kissed Ji Qiuhan's forehead to comfort him.

"You don't like it here, do you? Tomorrow we will transfer to London, where there is the top medical team, don't be afraid, I will make you better."

Jiang Zhan's soft soothing voice made Ji Qiuhan's heart tremble, and he suddenly remembered that in his dream, Ji Xia touched his hair and said to him, someone is waiting for you.

"...Jiang Zhan...,"

His voice was hoarse, rolling like sand in the wind. Jiang Zhan suddenly heard Ji Qiuhan calling his name, and he gave a hand on his back to comfort him.

The corners of Ji Qiuhan's eyes were wet. He seemed to finally realize how long he had been in the dream. With the sensor in his fingertips, he hugged Jiang Zhan's broad back.

"...I'm sorry... for always... making you worry...."

Jiang Zhan was completely stunned, followed by a huge and irrepressible surprise and joy: "What did you say?! Good boy, say it again."

With a hoarse voice, Ji Qiuhan repeated it to Jiang Zhan. This was the only thing he said when he was sober in the past three months.

The weak body is completely maintained by the nutritional needles, but the memory seems to have returned to the heavy rain that seemed familiar one night.

He was driven out of control by a layer of red on the road, and it was the first time he stood on the edge of the abyss. Jiang Zhan was a god who came at night, to wipe away the rain for him, and take him home.

He was hugged into Jiang Zhan's arms, and the man's expression was like the rest of his life: "Qiu Han, are you awake? You finally woke up...! If you don't wake up again, I'm really going crazy...! Professor Song said to rely on yourself, I have to pray to God and worship Buddha."

He could even feel the man holding him because he was so excited that he even forgot to hold back his strength. He was a little hurt from being hooped, but this kind of pain was gradually covered by a pair of real and extremely safe arms on his slow-perception body. Pull it together and draw it into his body.

Ji Qiuhan put his cheek against Jiang Zhan's neck, and said slowly, "Jiang Zhan..., I dreamed of Ji Xia...,"

"...She and Niannian are in a beautiful place, she said she didn't blame me..., she said she would bring Niannian up, she said...you are waiting for me..."

Ji Qiuhan's eyelashes trembled, and clear tears slipped silently from the shadows under the eyelashes: "...everyone is dead, only I am alive. I thought the meaning of my life was to find out the truth... The murderer, but in the end, like Zhao Yonglin, I am a person who deserves to go to hell..."

Hatred and obsession seemed to have turned into a sharp knife that pierced his chest in front of the bloody truth. It was cast by pain and regret and became an unspeakable thorn.

Ji Qiuhan's pain and helplessness made Jiang Zhan feel distressed. He patted his fragile back: "...my baby, Ji Xia didn't blame you, she has been protecting you in your mind for so many years. If Ji Xia is still there , she must hope that you will live well, be safe, happy, and loved by others."

He leaned against Jiang Zhan's shoulder and sobbed, his crying became more and more out of control, and the suppressed emotions that were about to collapse finally found an outlet on the man's shoulder: "Jiang Zhan, I really miss her, I didn't mean it, I'm cowardly, I'm selfish, I'm crazy..., but I don't have a choice. I don't deserve everyone's love..., they won't come back, I ruined everything, I should be punished, punished forever..."

"I took your punishment for you. I don't know how many lives are in my hands." Jiang Zhan raised his body, wiped away the tears from Ji Qiuhan's face, and kissed devoutly on the fragile and moist skin: ". ...Do you remember that I told you a long time ago... that you are my angel. You are now and you will be in the future."

Beside the hospital bed, Ji Qiuhan's eye sockets, nose tip, and cheeks were all red, and his eyes were full of despair, like a drowning deer.

And Jiang Zhan's eyes are light amber, against the angle of the light, as if melting the fine gold that afternoon three years ago, the rejected man stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and grabbed him: "Why not?" ?Maybe God knows that someone like me is missing an angel like you... an angel sent to save me."

At that time, Jiang Zhan was the purest black, and he was the purest white. They wandered on completely different boundaries, but crossed the boundary and fell in love.

He never thought that one day he would fall into the bottomless abyss and become a bloody murderer, but in the abyss, Ji Xia covered his eyes from behind, and outside the abyss, Jiang Zhan once Pull him back to the world for the first time.

He was stuck in the quagmire all the way, walking forward, and how lucky he was, the love he met had always been loved and protected by others.

Ji Qiuhan opened his tear-wet eyelashes, and kissed Jiang Zhan's lips. The white and fragrant lilies on the bedside were dotted with crystal dew, like a girl walking away in the forest where purple petals were falling.

His world was burned in the abyss, rebuilt on the ruins, everything was reduced to ashes, but the seeds of flowers were buried here, and a pure land would grow again.

And at the end of the thick fog, there are those who stand a light for you all the time. They wipe away the blood on your body and the tears in your eyes, and lead you the way back.