Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

The leaves in his hands were so green that ink could fall from them. He lay quietly in Jiang Mian's palm. He tossed and turned and rubbed it, and said four words very softly——I don't see Chang'an.

In fact, Jiang Mian is much more sensitive to the ID of "Not Seeing Chang'an" than to the name of Su Yao. This is the norm in the e-sports industry. The most valuable thing for a star player, apart from those hands, is probably this It symbolizes its own id.

Jiang Mian and Su Yao are very similar. They became famous when they were young, and they became gods in the first battle. The players, and even the upper echelons of the league, wanted to see whether "Jiang Feng Yuhuo" was better, or "Not Seeing Chang'an" was better.

But the two of them didn't let people get what they wanted. Due to various factors, they were always able to avoid it perfectly, and there was a sense of indifference like "the king doesn't see the king".

Then with Su Yao's sudden retreat, it became a puzzle that never saw the light of day.

But everyone also acquiesces in the bottom of their hearts to the fact that Su Yao's dislike of Jiang Mian is not because of "not seeing Chang'an", but because of Yun Shen.

He and Jiang Mian are too similar, the biggest trump card is himself, but the difference between the two cannot be ignored, it doesn't matter if the cards are similar or even the same, the key is whether the last card is revealed sooner or later.

"Yishi" can sacrifice a bloody path for "Jiang Feng Yuhuo" with human heads, but "Yunshen" can't do it, so for Su Yao, the road that could have been completed at two points and one line was turned into a road like this. A trail full of thorns.

Jiang Mian slowly opened the door, although it was only a few steps away, but he was always inexplicably uneasy.

In fact, Jiang Mian and Su Yao are not particularly close, because the teams rarely meet each other, and Jiang Mian is not a talkative person. When they occasionally meet on the field or in the lounge, they just nod and call Team Su.

So when Jiang Mian called out Su Yao's name, she was slightly taken aback.

He didn't know where this kind of astonishment came from. Since Su Yao disappeared from Yujianghu, and even his life, it has been densely attached to his bones. It is something that can't be explained clearly with "regret and regret". , was attributed to "brotherhood of sympathy and sympathy" by Yishi's deputy team Wu Tian.

Jiang Mian believed it.

Until the moment before he saw Su Yao, he still stepped into the ward as Captain Yishi.

Then, the moment he saw Su Yao half curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly, that sense of satisfaction that seemed to be able to pierce through the roar of his breath came over him, all carrying Su Yao's breath, Related to Su Yao.

Jiang Mian's little finger was attached to his heart, and it started to feel hot, and it was very painful to pull it deeply.

I found you, Jiang Mian said to herself.

Jiang Mian stepped forward lightly, and helped Wen Yan pull up the quilt that had slid down to his shoulders. He vaguely felt that this person was afraid of the cold, and that kind of thought was not superficial, as if he had known him for a long time. , sounds a bit ridiculous.

There is no sound in the ward, only the occasional birdsong coming through the window cracks. The summer afternoon sun is sharp and hot, but it is filtered by the milky white curtains, falling on the ground and the bed, mottled. nice.

Jiang Mian sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, didn't do anything, just looked at Wen Yan quietly, he never knew that he could still be so patient.

When Wen Yan woke up in a daze, there was only a dim and yellow cabinet lamp beside the bed. He turned over sleepily and saw a figure sitting beside him. He thought it was Xia Qinghe, and murmured softly: "Didn't you say Is there a meeting tonight, why haven't you left yet?"

The man didn't answer. When Wen Yan turned over, he touched a place without the slightest temperature. He frowned and shrank back, buried deep in the quilt, tried to open his unconscious eyes, and said: " Why don't you talk."

"It's cold?" Jiang Mian saw that Wen Yan couldn't help shrinking into the quilt, and stretched out his hand to cover Wen Yan's eyes, fearing that the light that had no buffer would stab him.

Turn on the lights, turn off the air conditioner, all in one go.

Wen Yan's eyelashes swept across Jiang Mian's palm one by one, and both of them were taken aback.

Only then did Wen Yan hear the voice of the guide, reminding him that Jiang Mian, the character in the plot, was nearby. Wen Yan almost couldn't hold back, is this nearby?What exactly does the guide misunderstand about the word "nearby"?

Wen Yan raised his hand, trying to take off Jiang Mian's hand covering his eyes, but he heard a low voice, "Wait a minute, dear."

Wen Yan felt that there was something wrong. In Su Yao's memory, Jiang Mian was a good opponent and the captain of Yishi. But even if he searched all the memories related to Jiang Mian, he couldn't find anything that could explain Jiang Mian. This sentence is "good" that is gentle to the bone.

Wen Yan was trapped in his own doubts, and it wasn't until Jiang Mian put down his hand that blocked the light that he really woke up.

"Jiang...team?" Wen Yan sat up, although the mysteries in his heart followed one after another, but the opponent's play came quietly, so he had to act with professionalism.

He subconsciously pulled his hand under the quilt, his eyes began to dodge, "Why is Team Jiang here?"

Jiang Mian noticed his movement, her throat tightened, but she still pretended not to notice and said with a smile, "Come and see my sister."

"Sister?" Wen Yan suddenly remembered Dr. Jiang, Jiang Feng, and Jiang Mian who had just arrived two months ago.

"It's Doctor Jiang..." Wen Yan said in a daze.

"Yeah." Jiang Mian bent over, put down the horizontal table beside the bed, and said, "Let's eat first, Qinghe said you haven't eaten anything all day."

Wen Yan looked at the large and small meals covered on the table, put his hand on Jiang Mian's wrist, stopped his movement, frowned and asked, "Does Jiang Mian know Qinghe?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mian blushed without heartbeat.

To know is to know, and it doesn't matter how long or short it is. Knowing in the afternoon is also knowing.

"What about others?" Wen Yan asked.

Jiang Mian handed over the chopsticks, "I'll talk to you slowly after dinner."

"I haven't washed my face yet." Wen Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the mobile phone lying in the middle of the quilt.

My hands are a little itchy.

I want to call Xia Qinghe.

Why have I never heard of him meeting Jiang Mian before?

Seeing Wen Yan's small movements, Jiang Mian held back a smile and put on some clothes for him, "I won't ask anything, don't be nervous, eat first."

Wen Yan struggled for a long time, and finally nodded.

On the other side, Xia Qinghe was staring at Wu Tian and Jiang Feng. He didn't know if he didn't read the almanac when he went out today. How could he meet two Buddhas in one go? Let's forget about Jiang Mian. After all, he has a relationship with Dr. Jiang. Why did the retired vice captain of this color come to join in the fun?

However, it was obviously Wu Tian who collapsed more than Xia Qinghe.

Taking advantage of the hard-won vacation, basking in the sun on the beach, Captain Jiang suddenly made a phone call, and inexplicably opened his mouth to report the names of a few dishes, as arrogant as if he was not on the field with a mouse and keyboard , as if the backstage of New Oriental is in charge of overturning the pot.

If the voice was not so familiar, Wu Tian would have almost hung up on it as a harassing call.

"Team Jiang, Director Jiang, did you make a wrong call?"

"Hurry up, call Xiao Ze and the others if you're too busy alone, there's everything in the refrigerator, they'll help, and send it to the hospital before 05:30, and the address will be sent to you."

"No, Jiang Mian, your uncle! I didn't recognize all 24 English letters, so I just cook and send it to you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you are one minute late, the reimbursement fee will be reduced by one hundred, and you will make up for the hole." Jiang Mian said leisurely, "Do as the Romans do, it is US dollars."

Wu Tian: ...

"You always tell me why you suddenly cook a meal?"

Jiang Mian leaned against the wall outside Su Yao's ward, and said softly, "Jiang Feng wants to eat."

"Sister, that's easy to say."

"By the way, for four people, one portion will be divided separately." Jiang Mian thought for a while and added.

"Serves for four?" Wu Tian's face was full of black lines. Jiang Mian's appetite has never been big. Wu Tian knew it very well, so he subconsciously thought that the single serving was for Jiang Mian, and asked in surprise, "Your sister can eat so much?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mian didn't bother to explain, and answered without distraction.

So Wu Tian showed up at the hospital like this, carrying four or five incubators. Captain Jiang took one away, and then sent him to Jiang Feng's office, and looked at Xia Qinghe who was sitting inside looking at the medical records.

Jiang Mian shook his head towards Xia Qinghe where Wu Tian could not see, indicating that Wu Tian didn't know about Su Yao yet, Xia Qinghe nodded clearly, and started chatting awkwardly with Wu Tian.

Yise's team name was chosen very carefully, that is, "Jiang Tian Yise" is easy to say, Jiang Mian's Jiang, Wu Tian's Tian, ​​no one would have guessed that such a random name can stand in the gods of Yujianghu, no one else Man can shake its position.

Wu Tian: How about we talk about Yujianghu?

Xia Qinghe: Sorry, I'm not very good at it.

Xia Qinghe casually picked up a booklet of rehabilitation medicine in English: How about we talk about this?

Wu Tian: Sorry, I don’t know much about it either.

Wu Tian & Xia Qinghe: Master Jiang/A Yao, save me, save me.

"Did you buy this rice?" Wen Yan only took a mouthful before asking.

Jiang Mian nodded, looked at Wen Yan's expressionless face, paused the hands that placed the dishes, and said, "It doesn't taste good?"

"No." Wen Yan said, "Thank you Team Jiang."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Seeing that Jiang Mian had no intention of eating, Wen Yan added, "Don't bother Team Jiang, I can come by myself, it's getting late, Team Jiang should go back early, thank you for coming to see me today .”

"Su Yao," Jiang Mian finished picking out the fishbone for Wen Yan with the chopsticks, then looked up with a smile, "If you don't want to say anything, I won't ask anything, so don't be afraid."

Wen Yan tightened his hand, feeling that things were going out of control again, he didn't even dare to look at Jiang Mian, Shen Ze was like this, Gu Xuan was like this, Jiang Mian...

"You know all about it." Wen Yan took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head, the lights from the four walls of the room hit his face, making Su Yao's face thinner and more delicate, with a thin layer of sickness, just As if not seeing the sun for a long time, "So are you pitying me, or is it a pity?"

Wen Yan said these words very calmly, without sadness, without self-deprecating, indifferent as if not adding any extra emotion. For Su Yao, three years is long enough to slowly become a dedicated patient , he is not emotional, but simply tired.

"Qinghe said you like this, so eat more..."

"Jiang Mian." Wen Yan interrupted Jiang Mian, "Answer me."

"Su Yao." Jiang Mian sighed, he originally wanted this person to have a good meal, but now it seems that he can't do it.

"I didn't pity you," Jiang Mian said lightly, as if lying and coaxing, "but you really think that you did the right thing by hiding everything and coming here?"

The chopsticks in Wen Yan's hands were unsteady, and they slipped from the cracks and hit the plastic tabletop, and hit the dishes along the half-biased tabletop. He blinked slowly, the indifference in his eyes was repeatedly washed away by blankness, and nothing was left Down.

Jiang Mian began to regret, regretting that he had spoken too seriously. He was so distressed that he was dying, and he didn't have time to think about anything. He got up and sat on the bedside, took Wen Yan's hand, carefully helped Wen Yan massage his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "This way, wait How do you touch the keyboard now?"

Wen Yan finds it very strange that "Su Yao" seldom lets others touch his hands. Even though he is "Su Yao" now, he can faintly feel the original body's resistance to this action. Apart from the daily medical massage, there is only Even Xia Qinghe rarely touched him.

It's like exuding the breath of Laozi Moba all the time.

Why did I come to Jiang Mian, so...

Wen Yan would never admit that it was his fault.

He will not take the blame, he will throw it to Su Yao.