Two flowers bloom, one dead branch

When Gu Changze woke up, his eyes were full of confusion.

Seeing that he was awake, Gu Chang'an hurriedly stepped forward to ask him how he was feeling, but the other party kept staring at the ceiling in a daze, with no soul.

This look of despair is really rare.

Gu Changan sighed, pulled a chair and sat next to him, took a banana self-consciously, gestured in front of the other party for a long time but did not see Gu Changze blink, clicked his tongue, and ate it by himself.

The room was surprisingly quiet, Gu Changan swallowed his last mouthful, looked at the infusion bag, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, peeled a banana, and then looked at his brother.

"It's dishonest to be suspended for probation. Mom almost scared you to death for doing such a big thing without telling the family."

Gu Changze's eyeballs moved for a moment, and then his eyes were at a loss, not knowing where the nails were.

"If you don't eat something, what will you do if you faint from hunger when you see Dr. Jiang?"

The room was quiet for half a minute before Gu Changze spoke in a hoarse voice. The voice was like sandpaper being slowly rubbed on the ground, hoarse and astringent.

"His body..."

Those two words seemed to open a crack in his heart, the deeper the split, the wider the split, revealing the dark and dark Jedi underneath.

"Corpse, what a corpse, people are not dead yet."

This sentence exploded in his ears like thunder. Gu Changze was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up abruptly. A piercing pain rushed into his mind. He grabbed Gu Changan, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were trembling. , but no sound could come out.

"I count three two one, you let me go."

Gu Changze gripped it so tightly that veins popped up on the back of his hand, so he didn't let go.

Gu Changan couldn't bear it any longer, and while opening his fingers, he muttered: "A person who has been sleeping for three months is still so strong. I really should give you a needle to stabilize it. Don't grab it. You should eat something quickly and clean up." Clean yourself up and see how you are, people are not ghosts or ghosts, if I had known - I would not have come if I knew you were like this."

He swallowed the phrase "If I knew today, why did I have to do it in the first place?"

The experiment lasted for three months. During this period, the frequency spectrum fluctuations of Gu Changze and Jiang Yuchu were basically the same, and occasionally completely different, indicating that most of the time Gu Changze had memories and cared about the world.

When he woke up for the first time, he looked too crazy, and was knocked down by Yan Huiqiu with a tranquilizer, and fell asleep for another two days.

"Doctor Jiang actually woke up earlier than you, but he is not in a good condition. I have been looking for someone to watch him. There is nothing unusual so far, but he is not very talkative."

It was as if Gu Changze's soul had returned to his place. He tidied himself up from the inside to the outside, and tried to restore a thank you cup in front of the mirror, but even if he looked the same, he was not a thank you cup.

Gu Changze stopped when he reached the outside of the ward. He carefully traced Jiang Yuchu's appearance through the glass, as if he wanted to impress the person sleeping on the bed into his mind.

But dare not go any further.

Jiang Yuchu didn't want to see him, he knew it.

It was because he knew that he was more cautious, not daring to let him find out that he had been there.

Gu Changze had a strong body, and he didn't have any sequelae. He recovered in two or three days.So he became more diligent, and ran over at least several times a day, but never dared to go in and say a word to Jiang Yuchu, and sat at the door for most of the day.

Yan Huiqiu said: "Doctor Jiang hasn't collapsed yet, he is hanging on his breath, and this breath is Xiao Lu."

Because Lu Nineteen hadn't woken up.

During those three months, Lu Nineteen's spectrum fluctuations were completely different from Jiang Yuchu's. Yan Huiqiu tried several times but did not dare to stop the experiment rashly, for fear of any sequelae, thinking that if Jiang Yuchu could wake up, Lu Nineteen must wake up.

But I didn't know that even the vegetative people woke up, and Lu Shijiu didn't wake up either.

"As soon as Dr. Jiang woke up, I told him what happened, including that Xiao Lu voluntarily signed the heart transplantation letter. I guess this sentence was more effective. He asked me to prescribe the medicine that night."

Gu Changze asked with difficulty: "...what medicine?"

Yan Huiqiu patted him on the shoulder, and he, who always insisted that more things are worse than less things, couldn't hold back at this time, "Anti-depressants, I said before that people who wake up will commit suicide in all likelihood. You'd better hope that Xiao Lu can still give him a hand, otherwise..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and Gu Changze knew the information contained there.

Jiang Yuchu has no nostalgia for this world.

"The situation is not very good," Yan Huiqiu lowered his voice, "the desire to survive is not strong, and the enthusiasm for self-help is not high."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and waved it in front of Gu Changze's eyes.

"Has he ever smoked?"

Gu Changze took the cigarette, his Adam's apple twitched, and then he said "no".

"That's strange, I think he looks like an old hand."

The night when Jiang Yuchu first woke up, Yan Huiqiu put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the railing, his white coat was loosely tied, and looked down at the person in the wheelchair.

"My dear, I suggest you smoke less."

Jiang Yuchu squinted in the smoke and looked over, completely tired and lazy.

He suddenly smiled lightly and called Dr. Yan.

"Fluoxetine, paroxetine, sertraline... Which one is convenient for you, give me some. If it doesn't work, any sleeping pill will do, even Chinese patent medicine, even cold medicine, as long as it can make people sleep."

Yan Huiqiu looked serious, lowered his head and asked seriously: "How do you feel now?"

Jiang Yuchu took a deep breath of the cigarette, feeling the coolness with the taste of mint slowly slipping from the trachea into his lungs, exhaling lightly, brushing the cigarette ash very skillfully, he stared at Mars, as if Talk to yourself.

"false."

After saying these two words, he laughed at himself again, raised his eyes to look at the doctor in front of him, the tails of his eyes were drooping listlessly, but he still pretended to be indifferent.

"It's still a little floating, like drinking too much."

Yan Huiqiu sighed, "Fluoxetine hydrochloride, one tablet a day, do you hear me, I'll check it every day."

Jiang Yuchu shrank back into the wheelchair, as if he was getting a little cold, and the blanket covering his body covered half of his face.

He hummed, and the phrase "I take so many medicines every day, can you still live with it?" For some reason, he didn't want to ask.

The whole person is lazy, has no interest in anything, doesn't care about anything, doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to move, doesn't even want to think, and just wants to maintain a posture until the end of time.

"I won't push you in anymore, you can go back by yourself when you stay enough."

Yan Huiqiu left this sentence, frowned and left the balcony. Before going out, he looked back. Jiang Yuchu didn't move. The cigarette between his fingers was about to burn out, but he still didn't notice anything.

After hearing this, Gu Changze stood quietly at the door without saying a word, watching the emaciated man nestled under the quilt, with a loneliness as if isolated from the world.

"Oh, by the way," Yan Huiqiu patted his head, turned around again, and said to Gu Changze, "Xiao Lu is awake."

He tilted his head towards the ward and asked, "Are you going or should I go?"

"I go."

Gu Changze took two deep breaths, and almost mustered up his courage before pushing the door open, feeling very uneasy in his heart.

He knew that the people on the bed were all suffering, and they were almost unable to bear it anymore.

Delayed love is worthless than grass.

Gu Changze thought.

He couldn't bear it anymore, but he still didn't want to let go.

Jiang Yuchu didn't have much time left.

His physical foundation is poor, and even Yan Huiqiu gasped when he knew how many times Jiang Yuchu had tossed back and forth into severe illness, and shouted "My darling", and only then did he "hang his breath" later. in conclusion.

Now that Lu Jiujiu woke up, Gu Changze didn't even know whether the news was a life-saving straw or a deadly poison.

Whether Jiang Yuchu will completely let go of his heart and lose the last trace of nostalgia, or will rekindle bits and pieces of hope, he doesn't know.

Gu Changze arrived at the bed, but the person on the bed remained silent.

His Adam's apple moved, and he was about to speak when he heard Jiang Yuchu's voice.

Cold, faint, like a small fluffy cloud, a little erratic.

"Is he awake?"

Gu Changze's heart tightened.

"woke up."

"……That's good."

These three words seemed to be scattered with the wind blowing in from the window.

Gu Changze's intuition was wrong, he rushed to the bed and threw off the quilt.

He thought he would see a dazzling red, and he was so scared that he couldn't breathe for an instant, and his heart was pounding.

However, under the quilt was just Jiang Yuchu's curled up body. The blue and white hospital gown was very eye-catching. Jiang Yuchu seemed to be taken aback, and looked over with confused eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Gu Changze seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, he let out a heavy breath, his hands and feet were cold with lingering fear.

"Ah..." Jiang Yuchu nodded, "I don't know how to cut my wrists, it's not aesthetically pleasing."

Little did he know that this sentence was almost an antidote to Gu Changze.

He closed his eyes, his hands still trembling slightly.

Jiang Yuchu sat up on his own, and found a random piece of clothing to put on.

"I'll go and see Nineteen."

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