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Jian Cong opened his eyes again, he was in the dark ward.My whole body was numb at first, then sore, and every nerve in my mind was dancing ballet like after drinking three catties of liquor.

His consciousness was fragmented for a moment, like a blank page, and white spots flashed for a while.

He stared at the dark ceiling in a daze for a while before he belatedly thought: Why am I here?

The door of the room was opened, and a beam of light came in.

A boy stood at the door, quite tall, thin and tall. Jian Cong was stunned for a while, until the man walked in front of him, Jian Cong didn't remember who he was.

Oh, it's my deskmate...

Lu Yanxue, who was standing at the door, was pleasantly surprised at first, then restrained himself from closing the door gently and walked over.

"Do you have a headache?"

He grabbed Jian Cong's hand.

The warm temperature spread from the back of the hand, Jian Cong said, "Is the temperature of the air conditioner here a little low?"

His hands were cold, and Lu Yanxue held the back of his hands in his palms and rubbed them repeatedly. He lowered his head and said, "If the temperature is higher, the room will burn. You have lost too much blood. You will recover in a few days." .”

"Excessive blood loss?" Jian Cong was startled.

"You had a car accident, but the brakes didn't hit too hard in time, but your forehead hit the curb and you got a cut." Lu Yanxue spoke softly and gently. Jian Cong felt that he was abnormal, and opened his mouth I want to say why I don’t remember anything, and I don’t know where the nerves are pulled. Suddenly, there was a “buzz——” sound like playing a steel rope. Jian Cong pulled out his hand and pressed his head.

The crackling in my head was like a miniature missile exploding.

"Don't press the wound." Lu Yanxue's tone became more serious, he grabbed the back of his hand and arm and pressed the Hegu and Lieque points for him with a little force.

As soon as Jian Cong grabbed it, he touched the white gauze around his head.

The headache gradually subsided, and Jian Cong could still jokingly say: "I must be very funny now, like a little mummy."

The little mummy Jian Cong mentioned is a cartoon character in an anime. He has the complete collection of resources in his mobile phone. Recently, he often reads that in class, but he was interrupted more than ten times because of a class. Didn't see episode [-].

Lu Yanxue said, "No, you are cuter than it."

Jian Congxin said that he heard you talking nonsense, and then asked him: "Is there a mirror, show me."

Lu Yanxue took out a small palm-sized mirror from the side drawer, Jian Cong took a picture and was amused.

"Who is so wicked to shave my head?"

His entire scalp was shaved to remove the stubble for wounds and stitches.

There was a little blood oozing from his forehead, and Jian Cong took another photo and said, "Do you feel like I am a Japanese samurai now?"

Lu Yanxue had nothing to say about his self-entertainment spirit, so he could only watch him laugh helplessly.

"Don't stretch your face. By the way, why do I still feel numb when I hit my forehead? Did you do all the stitches?"

Lu Yanxue paused with his pressing fingers, lowered his head and explained to him, "I hit my waist and caused soft tissue damage, but it's not particularly serious."

"Oh, that's it." Jian Cong's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't remember what happened at all for a moment, and his memory fragments were still in the morning. The old class asked him to go to the office.

What happened afterwards?He couldn't help but want to hit his head with the other hand again, Lu Yanxue had quick eyesight and quick hands, got up and pressed his other hand.

In an instant, Lu Yanxue leaned over Jian Cong.They were so close that they could almost feel each other's breaths being exchanged.

Jian Cong looked at Lu Yanxue's eyes that kept his head down and refused to show them.

Lu Yanxue's eyes were red, and his eyeballs were full of red bloodshot eyes. He bent down slightly, and the distance was shortened to almost face-to-face. Just don't take your own life seriously? Do you think it's too long to live?"

"I'm--"

Jian Cong stopped abruptly, a little dazed in his eyes.I am, what am I?

The words that were obviously about to be blurted out just got stuck in such a way that it made people want to hit the wall.

Lu Yanxue was discouraged for a while, and sat back on his seat. He suddenly remembered that this person had told him "he is not afraid of anything" a few months ago. Gently covering Jian Cong's eyelids with his palm, he said softly, "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

Under the warmth of his palm, Jian Cong also closed his eyes strangely and fell into a drowsy sleep.

In a trance, he vaguely felt that the people around him were like a crackling fire, and felt like a ladle of water, soft and soft, without any sense of existence.

Then the drop of water stuck to his lips.Jian Cong felt that the drop of water seemed to be trembling slightly.

After a long time, he gently withdrew again.

Lu Yanxue hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night. He first followed the ambulance to the hospital, then contacted the school, Jian Cong's family members, and then had to respond to the gratitude from the parents of the rescued child, and then followed the police to record a statement. Outside, there are still the perpetrators, and various responsible persons are arguing with each other, but these are dealt with by the school and Jian Cong's family.

Now Lu Yanxue just wants to sit quietly next to Jian Cong, even if he just keeps his eyes open and looks at him without moving.

It's like that when he closes his eyes now.A pool of blood gushed out from under Jian Cong, and Jian Cong lay there unconscious, and every time he thought about it, he was drenched in cold sweat with fear.

This is... the person he likes, he is heroic and courageous, sometimes he is sad, and sometimes he is happy like a fool because of a little bit of luck, he is clean and clear, one is one.

He has many shortcomings, but in Lu Yanxue's eyes, he is a little sun with great vitality.

She radiates her own light and heat all the time.

A person's personality changes, there will be loss and joy, but a murderer, no matter how he whitewashes his honest personality, his soul is black.

And for a truly kind and clean person, no matter how cynical he is, his subconscious reaction will reflect his true heart.

Lu Yanxue thought about the pictures on the surveillance.The child was about to run across the road when a black Santana slammed on the brakes and was caught off guard. Jian Cong almost reflexively pushed Lu Yanxue away and rushed over to hug the child. The child knocked his head on the curb, and he did not forget to stretch out his hand to protect the child's head before he passed out.

You said... how can there be such a stupid person in this world?

Always standing up for others, fighting for others, and now almost killing strangers.

He is obviously a happy and good old man, but he wants to put on an old-fashioned appearance, but in fact, no one is afraid of him.

People call him "Brother Cong", not because he is older than anyone else, but because everyone respects him.

Lu Yanxue held his cold hand, just wanting to quickly pass all the heat on his body to him.

I don't need you to know that I like you, as long as I can stay by your side, I can be extremely satisfied.