After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

The driver got up from the chair: "Master, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Qiao Ying stared at the book spread out on her lap, "Go slowly."

Seeing this, the driver sighed softly, walked slowly to the door, and remembered a very important thing a second before turning the doorknob, "Young master heard that you woke up, and kept clamoring that you want to go back to the country Seeing you, the master has asked Secretary Zhu to buy tomorrow's..."

"Bo Yin." Qiao Ying interrupted him, looking up from the foreign language book.

The driver was stuck on what he wanted to say, and said dryly: "The master has always loved the young master more."

Qiao Ying: "Uncle Yin, please tell him not to let him come to see me."

The driver wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qiao Ying, "I think you know the reason... I will feel sick." The young man on the hospital bed stared at him calmly, speaking at a leisurely pace.

The driver was silent for two seconds, opened the door and went out.

Qiao Ying put the foreign language books on the bedside table, turned off the headlights, and slowly slid down against the head of the bed, retracting into the quilt.

It has been more than a month since he woke up.

That man was his father's driver just now, and he would come to the hospital every weekend for check-ups according to his father's instructions.

Sometimes Qiao Ying thought he was so funny, and wanted to play a show of caring, but she didn't even want to come to the hospital in person.

Now that Qiao Ying recalled a month ago, he felt as if he had had a long dream.

Waking up now.

The person who promised to appear as soon as he opened his eyes has not appeared for a long time.

... He may have really had an illusory dream.

The words, please tell the driver, didn't seem to have any effect. A few days later, when Qiao Ying was pushed back from the garden by the nurse, he saw an annoying person on the sofa in his ward.

Sitting on the sofa was a young man who looked somewhat similar to Qiao Ying. He was wearing a pure white sweater and his hair was curled.

The nurse parked the wheelchair beside the bed and exited.

Qiao Ying turned a blind eye and lowered her head to do her own thing.

The young man sitting on the sofa became anxious, "Brother, I heard that you woke up, and I flew back from abroad to see you." He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "specially" to show the difference.

Qiao Ying didn't look up.

The young man was not annoyed, and talked for a long while on his own.

When he was tired, Qiao Ying raised her head, "Qiao Rongjian, didn't Uncle Yin tell you what I said?"

Qiao Rongjian's voice paused, and she tilted her head towards him, all the pretended worry disappeared in an instant.

The corners of his mouth were curled up, two standard dimples appeared on the sides of his lips, but what was inside was not sweet, only overflowing malice.

"Brother, if you don't listen to your father, the consequences will be dire... You don't want to break a bone again, do you?"

Qiao Rongjian glanced at Qiao Ying's right leg if he didn't see it, and the sarcasm was full of meaning.

Qiao Ying was not affected by him, and repeated every word: "Qiao Rongjian, I told Bo Yin, every time I see you, I feel sick of you, I don't want to see you, get out."

Qiao Rongjian's complexion was a bit strange, and her voice was raised: "You let me go?"

Qiao Ying leaned forward and suddenly shortened the distance between the two.

Qiao Rongjian held his breath unconsciously, but unexpectedly grabbed his throat with his hands!

Qiao Ying tightened her hands little by little, and the joints collided with each other, making an overwhelmed creaking sound.

He looked down at Qiao Rongjian's blushing face in his hands, struggling to breathe, moved closer, and said in a low voice, "Get out, Qiao Rongjian."

After saying that, Bi Qiaoying let go, and Qiao Rongjian collapsed on the sofa in an instant. He gasped for a few seconds, and then fled, slamming the door of the room loudly.

Qiao Ying heard him scold a madman a second before he slammed the door out.

Qiao Ying didn't take it seriously, and leaned back on the wheelchair, his hands trembling slightly, as bursts of pain surged up, he stared at the pale hands for a few seconds, and laughed abruptly.

The laughter grew louder and echoed in the ward.

He has endured Qiao Rongjian for more than ten years, and he has been enduring it since he was first brought into Qiao's house by his mother when he was a child.

Just bear with it and get used to it.

Accused of bullying his younger brother, he knelt in front of the house all night; was pushed down the stairs and broke his leg, and lay in a hospital bed for nearly half a year; was bullied by campus, enforced family law, scolded, beaten...

For example, Qiao Ying had resisted all the threats that were too much.

Now he doesn't want to bear it anymore.

In terms of fighting, Qiao Rongjian clearly couldn't beat him.

After laughing, Qiao Ying lowered her eyelashes, got up from the wheelchair with difficulty, and lay down on the bed.

He was clearly able to endure it before.

...Someone spoiled him.

After that day, Qiao Rongjian never came again. Instead, Secretary Zhu came over the next day, gave him a tablet, and let him listen to the swearing for half an hour.

Qiao Ying listened without changing his expression, then nodded, "Thank you, Secretary Zhu, for making this trip."

Secretary Zhu put away the tablet that ended the call, "Eldest young master, I think you need to bear with it for a while longer. You were too impulsive to the young master like yesterday."

Qiao Ying gave a soft "um" and sent her away.

As expected, Qiao Rongjian really filed a complaint when he went back. It was no different from before.

It is really a treasure in the palm of my father.

But I don't know how long he will stay in the country this time, it's best to leave early.

Qiao Ying still remembered the first time she met Qiao Rongjian.

The genes of the Qiao family are all good. Qiao Rongjian's appearance was very deceptive when he was a child. Even Qiao Ying was deceived by him. He naively thought that the new brother was a little angel. He didn't realize it until he was pushed into the fountain. wake up.

Qiao Rongjian was not a good person at all, and couldn't tolerate Qiao Ying, a half-brother who appeared suddenly, but kept pretending.

The Qiao family has good genes in appearance, but not so good in character.

Qiao Rongjian was not a good person, neither was his father, Qiao Zhen, nor was Qiao Ying's mother, who had a crush on Qiao Zhen.

Compared with them, Qiao Ying looked more like an outsider.

But it's all coming to an end.

In the evening, the nurse pushed Qiao Ying to take a walk in the garden behind the hospital.

He remained in a vegetative state for a year, and his body functions were severely degraded. He woke up only a month ago and is still recovering. He relies on a wheelchair for his daily activities.

In the evening, there were not many people in the small garden, only children and old people came out.

Qiao Ying sat by the artificial lake, his gaze crossed the sparkling lake and landed on the wide open space on the other side.

A few children were flying kites there. In addition to the bloody sun in the sky, there were also several kites of different shapes.

The evening wind blows slowly towards the face, the noisy human voices are blurred in the distance, and there is silence in the vicinity. There are no insects in autumn, which is a very quiet season.

Qiao Ying sat by the lake until there was only a little half of the sun left before she wanted to go back.

He likes to be alone, and the nurses usually leave after stopping him in one place, and come back half an hour later.

Qiao Ying glanced at the phone, the nurse was coming back soon.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wheelchair to feel the oncoming wind, and suddenly felt someone holding the handle of his wheelchair.

Qiao Ying: "Go back."

The people behind did not move.

Qiao Ying vaguely sensed something, and stood there indifferently.

The man walked around the wheelchair, squatted down in front of Qiao Ying, and gently held his hand.

Qiao Ying could feel the warmth and dryness of his palm.

... and familiarity.

"Jojo."

The man called him softly, the tone and voice, and the title that came out of his mouth were all very familiar.

Qiao Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes a crack, facing an all-too-familiar face.

Eye sockets suddenly turned sore, Qiao Ying's eyes were hard to conceal the calmness, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "...you are a month late."

"Here I am, Jojo."

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