best day

We have been living in a hurry for decades, and we will always encounter some difficult situations.

At that time, it was not relying on reason, not relying on bravery, not relying on being strong, but relying on the natural flow of time.

Grief and parting, the past is fine.

When you can't pass, you can only pass.

That night, Dewey cried like he was a child, and when Zheng Luolai called again, he answered it without thinking, but couldn't speak a complete sentence.

The rogue adult who wanted to comfort him and have a good talk with him panicked: "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Dewey couldn't wake up the unconscious Fang Yu, so he could only say out of breath, "My master...was stabbed..."

"Ah? Then are you okay? Where are you?" Zheng Luolai asked hurriedly.

Dewey knew very well that it was his fault this time. He was very, very afraid of Fang Yu's death, and the tears all over his face brought icy pain in the cold wind of the winter night.

Zheng Luolai asked again: "Did you dial 120?"

Dewey whispered: "Well..."

Zheng Luolai, who was busy building a house, changed to a quiet place, worried: "Where are you, tell me the address, and I will find you."

At this time, Dewey had already heard not only the siren of the police car but also the siren of the ambulance from a distance. He felt his broken head getting dizzy. Before he could speak, he unconsciously lost consciousness and fell softly on the side. next to the feather.

Zheng Luolai, who couldn't hear the answer, was very anxious. He asked a few more times, then quickly suspended the call, and called the TV station to ask about their itinerary.

In fact, it's not impossible to see Ermeng immediately.

Zheng Luolai just felt that it's not good to force some things too much, and it's not decent to make trouble in front of his colleagues.

But why do you care so much now?

He couldn't wait to fly to Dewey immediately to see if he was safe and sound.

In fact, Zheng Luolai didn't need to be so troublesome. Soon, reports of Beijing journalists being killed in the street spread overwhelmingly, arousing huge public outrage, and animal protection became a hot topic once again.

It's just that, Dewey, who was lying on the hospital bed and relying on infusions to maintain the necessary nutrition, didn't know anything about it.

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Career is a very important thing in life for any social person, especially Du Ermeng, who is doing nothing. He only feels that he is a responsible man when he is doing news.

He likes this job very much, and is very grateful to Fang Yu who has been teaching him to take care of him without thinking of rewards.

He is very emotional and very grateful.

So this accident was totally unacceptable on Dewey's emotional level.

Since the injury on his body was not serious, and the head examination didn't seem to be a serious problem, the doctor simply took care of the guy, gave him some medicine, and left the ward.

After all, the level of medical care in this place is not high, and Fang Yu, who was seriously injured, was the hospital's biggest headache.

That night Dewey was completely in a coma, as if he had been floating in a dream. For a while, he dreamed that his master taught him how to cut videos and teach him how to do interviews, and for a while, he dreamed of fighting hard with vicious gangsters.

I was really terrified. Even when I fell asleep, tears flowed all over my face.

Dewey's twitching didn't stop until a strange yet familiar hand gently touched his forehead.

As if telepathic, Ermeng suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and saw Zheng Luolai's thin face in dizziness, still not feeling real, he thought he was still in an illusory dream, sobbing unabashedly.

Zheng Luolai, who arrived overnight, held his hand and said softly, "I'm here, I'm fine."

It was only then that Dewey came to his senses, ignoring his love and hatred, and asked with difficulty: "Where is my... master...?"

Zheng Luolai said: "Infusion, you go to bed first."

It was already dawn tomorrow, but Dewey felt very tired, but no matter how tired he was, he would not believe this kind of words: "Fuck...don't keep lying, okay?"

Zheng Luolai remained calm: "I'm serious."

Dewey suddenly reached out and pulled the needle off the back of his hand, stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

Zheng Luolai immediately hugged him by the waist: "You are also injured, you should rest first, and then we can talk after resting."

"Let go of me, fuck..." Dewey couldn't break free immediately due to his blood loss, he struggled to break Zheng Luolai's arm.

Zheng Luolai hugged him tighter and tighter: "Rest first."

"You let go!"

"rest first!"

Dewey stopped shouting suddenly, stared blankly at Zheng Luolai's face, his eyes were wet: "Is my master dead?"

Zheng Luolai didn't answer anymore, but still refused to let go.

Dewey gradually started to cry again, and while crying, he hugged Zheng Luolai instead.

It's not the fear and anxiety before, but the quiet sobbing after a long period of exhaustion.

No one knew what he was thinking, but since then, Dewey has never shed tears about Fang Yu, or anyone or anything.

If life has a length, then in this long process, there are always several scales that distinguish today from tomorrow.

This night left a deep mark on Dewey's heart.

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Like everyone didn't expect, Fang Yu was injured to a vital part and left in a hurry that night.

He is a good reporter, a good director, a good son, and a good friend.

Although he is low-key and indifferent on weekdays, he is still remembered and reluctantly missed by everyone at this moment.

But it is impossible for everyone to have the same mood as Du Yi.

He took a leave of absence and came to a strange southern town. He met his healthy younger brother, but lost that stubborn man.

Of course Dewey handed over the watch with a sad heart, but he couldn't figure out what the pain in his brother's eyes meant.

Maybe Du Yi himself didn't know.

He sat in the hotel in a daze, holding the watch whose blood was wiped off, unable to speak.

It just so happened that Jiang Yushang, who was in Beijing at this time, called.

He picked it up, said a few words, smiled, and hung up in a daze.

Dewey asked from the opposite side, "What's the matter, brother?"

Du Yi was silent for a moment before saying: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant."