After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

People came and went in the corridors of the hospital, the smell of disinfectant was freezing cold, everyone's face showed the same tension, anxiety, and indifference.

From a distance, the young man with blood stains on his clothes at the door of the operating room was extremely thin. The light shrouded his body, and the blood stains on his face and hands were extremely glaring, making his complexion extremely pale, as if blending with the light.

Song Xingli felt a little dazed looking at the red surgical lights on, his heart was still beating fast, he hadn't recovered from the car accident just now, the accident happened so suddenly, his mind went blank.

Only Shi Jin's face was so clear that he repeatedly skipped over it. Shi Jin blocked so many glass shards in order to save him, and his forehead was bleeding, so he told him not to be afraid.

Take a deep breath to stabilize yourself, now he can't panic.

The hand hanging by the side was tightly clenched to keep his hand from shaking, but he still couldn't control it.

He raised his trembling right hand, looked at the blood-stained lines on his palm, and his face was in a daze, saying that he was not afraid, but it was a lie, he was very afraid, afraid of accidents in car accidents, afraid of accidents from time to time.Seeing that his hand was still shaking, he raised his left hand and held it firmly, only then did he slightly control the shaking of his hand.

Staring at the position of the red light in the operating room, carefully restraining the thousands of rising thoughts, taking a deep breath and exhaling, slowly suppressing the anxiety and uneasiness.

"It's okay, it's all like that, you can still talk, what can you do?"

"In case something happens, I'll take the company away, spend all the money, find a lot of men, and go disco in front of the grave."

"In case of disfigurement, in case of disability, I will pay some money every month and find a nurse to take care of me."

"just in case……"

The more he talked, the more depressed he felt. He lowered his head and wiped the blood in his hands with extreme force. His hands were red and he didn't wipe them off. But he still wanted to wipe off the blood, as if nothing had happened.

"...Shi Jin, you did it on purpose." He gritted his teeth, and suddenly clenched his dirty hands.

He clearly said he would give up, but why did he set a trap for him.

The red light outside the operating room was irritatingly red, and it made people feel irritable, and even began to feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Star!"

He heard a familiar voice resounding in the corridor, turned his head, and saw Luo Qing sitting in a wheelchair, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his emotions relaxed for a moment, and his brows frowned the next.

"Xing Xing, are you okay!" Luo Qing quickly pushed her wheelchair to Song Xingli, grabbed his hands nervously and looked up and down, not missing a single thing, and didn't care about her injuries , Just as if he was not injured, he almost stood up.

"It's okay." Song Xingli avoided Luo Qing's hand, didn't look directly at him, but glanced at him from the corner of his eye: "You are more concerned."

In the next second, he was hooked by Luo Qing's waist, and he was caught between Luo Qing's legs unexpectedly. He lowered his head and looked at Luo Qing in amazement, only to feel the warm head on his abdomen.

He ran straight into Luo Qing's red eyes, frowned, and wanted to push Luo Qing away, but he couldn't break free even if he hugged her waist too hard.

"Xing Xing, I'm really afraid that something will happen to you." Luo Qing pressed her forehead against Song Xingli's abdomen, as if absorbing the warmth through the thin clothes to make him feel safe: "...Fortunately, you are fine."

Song Xingli wanted to push it away but found that he really had no strength: "Luo Qing, let go."

"I won't let go." Luo Qing hugged Song Xingli even tighter.

"I'm not feeling well." Song Xingli said indifferently.

Luo Qing's heart tightened, and she immediately let go of Song Xingli, looked up at him worriedly, but still did not let go of Song Xingli's arm: "What happened just now, were you hit? Who drove you today? , Is it the driver? I saw on the news that there was a car accident, so I saw you. "

"Luo Qing, didn't you see that Xingli's complexion is not good?" Qi Wenzhan saw that Song Xingli seemed to be in a bad state, and pulled back holding Luo Qing's wheelchair, gently pulling Song Xingli into his arms, feeling When Song Xingli's body became weak, he immediately hugged him: "Xingli, are you okay?"

Song Xingli only felt dizzy for a while, and the voices coming from his ears were a little erratic, as if they came from a very far away place, with echoes.

——Xingxing, open your eyes and look at me, please don’t close your eyes...

——Xing Xing, I was wrong, I will never quarrel with you again, okay...

--Star……

Shi Jin's voice echoed beside his ears, not the current Shi Jin, but the Shi Jin with the boyish voice.

Shi Jin was crying.

It seems very sad.

Then I felt as if I was sitting on a soft cushion, which was still warm.

"Star……"

The voice was getting closer and closer, as if it was really ringing in his ears, with warmth, he tried to open his heavy eyelids.

Seeing Song Xingli falling down, Luo Qing immediately moved forward, and viciously asked Qi Wenzhan to let go, and let Song Xingli sit on his lap, ignoring that her leg was still in a plaster cast.

"Xing Xing, look at me, isn't it uncomfortable?" He hugged Song Xing, whose body was limp and pale, in his arms, unable to restrain his worries and fears.

Seeing the situation, Qi Wenzhan immediately went to call the doctor.

"Shi Jin." Song Xingli opened his drooping eyelids, knowing who was holding him, but at this moment he didn't care, and turned his head to look at the operating room: "Luo Qing, Shi Jin is inside, he is the one who blocked those Glass, a lot of blood."

When Luo Qing heard that the person inside was Shi Jin, her expression became stiff and unbelievable for a moment.

"...Will something happen to him?" Song Xingli asked in a muffled voice, leaning on Luo Qing's shoulder.

The subconscious dependence made Luo Qing hold Song Xingli's hand gradually tightened, he caressed Song Xingli's back, and stared at the door of the operating room: "No, Shijin has a lot of life, and...he won't be willing to leave .”

Qi Wenzhan called the passing nurse over and brought her to Luo Qing: "Luo Qing, let go, let the doctor look at Xingli."

The nurse walked to Song Xingli's side to check his physical condition.

"Cough...I'm fine." Song Xingli felt that Luo Qing was hugging him so tightly and felt uncomfortable at first, but he became dizzy after being hugged like this: "Luo Qing, let go."

Hearing Song Xingli's discomfort, Luo Qing loosened her arms a little, but she still didn't let go, and stared nervously at the nurse to check Song Xingli.

"Do you feel dizzy?" The nurse opened Song Xingli's eyelids and observed.

Song Xingli asked the nurse to take a look, and the nurse let go of her hands and supported Luo Qing's shoulders and stood up slowly. He was just a little dizzy just now, but now he feels nothing wrong: "A little bit, it's much better now."

At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, and he turned around immediately. Only the doctor came out. The doctor took off his mask and looked at him with a serious expression.

"We did our best."

Song Xingli's head buzzed, and he was stunned for a while before he realized: "...What? Try your best? Do you try your best before you come out?"

The doctor explained: "The patient is older, and this operation is inherently high-risk—"

"What is old age?" Song Xingli didn't expect that in the eyes of the doctor, 30 years old was also called old age, and he couldn't accept that Shi Jin couldn't possibly die. Hitting me well is love, scolding is love, it's impossible."

As soon as the words fell, he saw the hospital bed slowly rolled out of the operating room, and the people on the hospital bed were covered with white cloth, icy and cold, as if telling him that this was the truth.

The whole person froze in place, his mind went blank.

His hands trembled slightly, and he wanted to touch the white cloth, but his feet softened and he almost fell down.

Qi Wenzhan quickly supported Song Xingli, "Xingli, don't be too sad, the world is impermanent."

The moment he held Song Xingli's hand, he caught sight of a familiar figure walking out of the operating room next door, and was stunned.

Song Xingli broke free from Qi Wenzhan's hand, and gestured to lift the white cloth, even if he died, he would have to take a look.

"The world is impermanent? It is true that the world is impermanent."

Song Xingli's hand that wanted to lift the white cloth stopped in mid-air, and a familiar voice sounded behind him. He turned his head in a daze, and the bottom of his gloomy eyes was instantly covered with moisture, feeling relieved.

I saw Shi Jin, the 'elderly patient' that the doctor said before, appeared behind him, with gauze on his forehead and cheeks, bandages on his arms, and blood stains on his clothes.

Shi Jin walked behind Song Xingli, took Song Xingli into his arms with the other uninjured hand, his eyes lightly skipped Qi Wenzhan's hand touching Song Xingli, narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were indifferent, with a frosty look chill.

In an instant, all the chills were withdrawn, and he looked down at Song Xingli in his arms, with gentle eyes: "Xing Xing, I'm fine, I'm worrying you."

Song Xingli clenched the hand at his side and gritted his teeth: "Shi Jin."

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Shi Jin thought that Song Xingli was still in shock, so he hugged him into his arms and coaxed him. When the wound on his back was pulled, it hurt a little. Although anesthesia was given, the wound was more stitched up There are several places, each with a different feeling of recovery pain.

"You are a dog."

Shi Jin showed surprise: "...Xing Xing, I—" Then he felt the head hit on his shoulder, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "Xing Xing!!!"

Song Xingli passed out after scolding him.

.

He had a dream, dreaming of when he was still studying.

"The stars are gone, go play ball."

There were only a few people left in the classroom after school. He raised his head from his homework sadly, and looked at Luo Qing who was calling him to play basketball with a look of wanting to cry.

"I haven't finished my test paper."

Luo Qing, who has grown up, is no longer the coward who obediently followed behind him when he was a child, and he is taller than him in high school.Luo Qing at the door was wearing a black and white school uniform, with long hands and feet, and a handsome appearance. Every stop was like a pictorial.

Luo Qing walked up to him with the ball in her arms, leaned on the corner of the table with one hand and bent over to watch what homework he was doing, and found that it was the math papers that the teacher picked a few people to hand out the day before yesterday. Thinking about who asked Song Xingli to do such a question, the corners of his lips twitched irrefutably.

"You don't need to hand in this paper, let's go and play."

"But Ah Jin asked me to do—"

Luo Qing turned her head and looked straight at Song Xingli: "Song Xingli, you listen to him too much. You can do whatever he asks you to do. Now you can't even play with me?"

"Forget it, forget it, I won't do it, play ball!" He stuffed the test paper into the drawer carelessly, stood up and put his hand around Luo Qing's neck, and said with a smile: "Then you can't let my brother play alone, can you?"

Perhaps hearing the word "brother", Luo Qing frowned: "You are only two months older than me."

"That's my younger brother too." He saw Luo Qing frowning and said 'tsk': "Why do you always frown recently, like an old man."

"Can you keep me from frowning when you surround Shijin all day?"

"Then I like him."

"And me?"

"Of course I like you as my younger brother."

"……Ah."

"Every time you laugh like this, I feel that you are jealous. Why are you jealous of Shi Jin? You are a younger brother, and you are a relative in my heart. And he will be my boyfriend, and will be your brother-in-law in the future, and also a relative. .”

"..." Luo Qing irritatedly rubbed Song Xingli's head: "Let's play."

There are not many high school campuses, there are basketball courts everywhere, and private schools close early in the afternoon. After school, there are boys on the court, and there are many girls outside the court.

It is a daily phenomenon that girls give water to boys they like.

As a daily phenomenon, Shijin Luoqing, a class one and one in senior high school, brings his own water when he plays golf, and even brings water to Song Xingli.

As we all know, the three have always been stuck together.

Makes it impossible to start.

"Shi Jin, look, who's here."

While resting on the stone bench, Shi Jin heard the voice of his teammates and turned his head to look outside the court. The movement of drinking water stopped abruptly, and he put it on his lap. Her eyes seem to be dyed with fine light, and her gentle and indifferent appearance in front of others can always be revealed by someone.

The next moment, when she saw Luo Qing hugging Song Xingli, she frowned.

Because Luo Qing and Song Xingli grew up together, they even slept in the same bed for a long time. The intimacy between the two is natural and you don't need to care about other people's eyes. Some people don't have that meaning, but some people have grown up.

Through this unscrupulous relationship, she can reveal her greed little by little.

Then provoke him.

As soon as Song Xingli entered the arena, he saw Shi Jin who was sitting on the stone bench running over quickly. Maybe Shi Jin had just finished a game, and Shi Jin was sweating a lot. He could feel the transfer of heat when he got close. It was the hormone of a teenager. Mesmerizing temperature.

I saw that Shi Jin was drinking water with his head up, his hair was wet, water was dripping from the tip of his hair, sweat was slipping from the corner of his forehead, slowly sliding down his neck, and his Adam's apple was sliding along with the movement of swallowing while drinking water.

"We're here!"

Shi Jin raised his eyes and looked at Song Xingli who was smiling brightly, Ru Mo's eyes were deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Song Xingli: "...?"

Shi Jin picked up the ball at his feet with one hand and threw it towards Luo Qing.

Bright jealousy.

As soon as Luo Qing entered the field, she felt Shi Jin's indifferent gaze, raised her hand to catch the thrown ball, smiled and raised her eyebrows and walked to Song Xingli's side: "Oh, wait for us, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a while ghost."

As he spoke, he rubbed Song Xingli's head with his empty hands.

Brightly provocative.

Song Xingli stared at Luo Qing, what is his procrastination, he was about to explain to Shi Jin: "Ah Jin, I didn't—"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Jin grabbed the back of his neck, and he was pulled in front of Shi Jin, and he met Shi Jin who was so close in a daze. Such an intimate distance made his heart beat suddenly faster.

Just looking at Shi Jin's eyes like ink can make him drunk.

"Have you finished writing the test paper?"

It wasn't until Shi Jin's clear and hoarse voice sounded beside his ears that his drunkenness dissipated.

"...It's a little difficult."

"How many questions have not been written?"

"Some things are not written."

"How much is not written?"

"I wrote my name."

"..." Shi Jin seemed angry and helpless, and rubbed the back of Song Xingli's neck with his palm: "Write well at night, and don't talk to me until you finish writing."

"Oh."

"Heh." Luo Qing sneered while holding the basketball, "A certain person is really good, he can train Song Xingli to be submissive."

Shi Jin nodded: "You're welcome."

Luo Qing was so angry that she threw it back to Shi Jin, her face was full of displeasure, and she didn't hide it at all.

Song Xingli: "..."

So an undercurrent of basketball game kicked off like this. They were in the first team, so naturally they couldn't tell which was better, but they would silently count how many times they passed the ball to Song Xingli, and how many times Song Xingli made shots. .

It is naive to use this method to distinguish between superior and inferior.

As soon as the referee blows the whistle, the game is over. After the game, everyone goes back to their dormitories to take a shower and eat to prepare for evening repairs.

"I didn't bring water today, let's go to the milk tea shop for a drink?" The three of them were sweating profusely while standing under the basket, and the sweat from their arms was dripping on the ground.

"Yeah." Shi Jin replied, Song Xingli said what he said to him, looked down at Song Xingli standing in front of him, his face was so red after playing, his eyes flickered slightly, and he covered Song Xingli's head with a towel: "Wipe the sweat."

"I don't care." Luo Qing's eyes fell on Shi Jin's movements, and she pursed her lips to hide her emotions.

Song Xingli walked out of the stadium wiping his sweat: "Then it's such a happy decision. Then I'll buy you drinks and I'll take a shower when I go back. Don't let anyone compete with me."

Just as I was passing by the volleyball court beside me, I heard an anxious cry:

"Hey, eh, get out of here!"

Song Xingli saw that there were two more human walls in front of him, blocking him tightly, and he hadn't realized what happened yet.

Shi Jin quickly blocked the ball, Ru Mo's eyes looked at the position of the court with terrible gloomy eyes.

Luo Qing was no exception, she took the ball from the overdue goal and threw it back into the field, watching the boy who lost the ball and said coldly: "Can you afford to pay for hitting someone?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I used too much force. Be careful next time." The boy who accidentally flew the ball rubbed his head in embarrassment in the net. It's not that fierce, why is it so scary all of a sudden.

But Song Xingli, who looked behind the two of them, had an explanation.

They are a private school that integrates elementary and middle schools. As long as anyone who enters the school here does not know that Shijin Luoqing, who is the first and second grader, has an ancestor Song Xingli who is as protective as eyeballs.

The two rarely look the same, but as long as there is anything about Song Xingli, the two are exactly the same.

Milk tea shop——

"Boss, lemon tea with less sugar, poplar nectar, Zhizhi berry!" Song Xingli said to the waiter who ordered at the front desk.

"Xingxing, how do you know that I like to drink Zhizhiberry, I haven't told anyone." Luo Qing leaned sideways on the front desk and looked at Song Xingli. The heat on his body after playing the ball was still there. If it wasn't for the sweat, he might have It's stuck.

"You are my brother, why don't I know what you like to drink, I remember it all."

"Xingxing, only you know what I like."

"That's for sure, I'll give you whatever you like." After Song Xingli finished speaking, he looked at Shi Jin on the other side with a smile: "If you like me, I'll give myself to you."

The smile on Luo Qing's lips stopped abruptly: "Song Xingli, you are so partial."

Shi Jin's indifferent eyes are full of doting: "It's normal to have partiality, a human heart can't hold so many people."

"Did you pretend to be me in your heart at that time?" Song Xingli approached Shijin without hesitation, his eyes were slightly bright because of anticipation: "Is it because I have more space? If I have more space, don't you?" Can you look like you like me a little bit to make me happy?"

When Shi Jin met Song Xingli's scorching gaze, his mood that was always turbulent couldn't help being melted, he bent down and leaned close to Song Xingli's ear, raised his hand to caress the back of his neck and said softly:

"I know you like me, but now that you are still young, if you like me, I will not be able to control it."

He thought, at that time, he must have not noticed Luo Qing's ugly expression, nor did he notice Shi Jin's slightly tense body, nor did he consider that such a strong strategy might be unbearably out of control for Shi Jin, and Luo Qing Uncontrollable jealousy and anger.

So now he stands here and sees it clearly.

At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't say that he liked it.But gradually, he seemed to be used to accommodating Shi Jin, and gradually stopped saying he liked Shi Jin, just like Luo Qing, after so many years, Luo Qing could not tell him until now.

--I like you.

There is nothing wrong with liking, and there is nothing wrong with forbearance.

It is the person who is in a dead end who is wrong.

And those who have smoothed their edges and corners for a long time don't know how to express it because they don't get a response.

Actually they are all the same.

Because they grew up together, they have shared memories of each other for nearly 15 years, and they are inseparable.

So none of them can get away with the current ridiculous situation, including him.

But he was tired, even if he realized his mistake, even if Shi Jin and Luo Qing explained it clearly to him, they would never go back.This memory that he regards as a treasure is ironic and heart-wrenching.

...but it made him not want to wake up.

But still woke up.

Song Xingli slowly opened his eyes, the white wall and the hanging bottle reflected on his eyelids made his mind go blank, and he was thinking about what happened just now.

"How are you feeling, Star?"

"Anything else uncomfortable?"

Shi Jin and Luo Qing's voices came from the left and right sides, but he didn't even look at them.

"Xingli, would you like some water? I see your lips are a bit dry."

At this moment, he heard Qi Wenzhan's voice, and blurted out without thinking: "Brother Wenzhan, I want you to accompany me."

Shi Jin & Luo Qing: "!"

The author has something to say: Hey, their campus is very sweet, very sweet, and I will write a side story when the time comes.

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No one left, you all ran away, leaving Tutu alone

感谢在2020-08-2821:00:00~2020-08-2920:31:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: drink more water, read more newspapers, eat less snacks, 5 wines; 1 windsky, try not to let yourself go bald;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of windsky; 1 bottle of Yan Zhengyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!