purple double bed

After leaving the hospital, Yan Jing came to the Crazy Bar alone. No matter how the outside world turned upside down, the bar was still lively and cheerful as before. People danced their bodies wantonly under the intense music, and the intoxicating lights added a layer of mystery to the place. Color is like a paradise free from external interference.

Only here can he truly relax.

After going to Australia alone that year, he was very decadent at first. He often hung out in bars, not depraved, but just looking for a way to make himself more comfortable. Although he drank a lot of alcohol, his brain was actually very sober.

Forget about Rong Yuming, it took him a long time.

There is a ten-year relationship between the two, and the name Rong Yuming has been deeply engraved in his life since childhood.He grew up with him since he was a child. In elementary school and middle school, he is almost in the memories of every day, smiling, serious, naughty, serious, with various expressions and actions, vivid and vivid The existence of the mind, never seems to have left.

To deliberately forget that person is like forcibly stripping things connected by blood from the body.

It took him two years to finally seal up that period of the past in his heart.

Up to now, he no longer has any old feelings for Rong Yuming.Facing the man he loved deeply many years ago, he only felt irony.

Compared with Rong Yuming's chicness and his pain, it is indeed the strongest irony.

Back then he left so simply, but now that he came back, he still looked calm, as if nothing had happened.Yan Jing, who has suffered for him for so many years, now looks like an idiot with a negative EQ.

How dare he pretend to be nonchalant and donate blood to his new lover?

Yan Jing smiled helplessly, and picked up the transparent goblet on the table.The crimson wine in the glass reminded him of the scene when he had his blood drawn just now.The nurse who drew blood joked, "Dr. Yan, your rare blood type is very precious." Yan Jing smiled and said, "Yes, you can consider selling blood for money."

Having a rare blood type is not something to be proud of.

In Australia that year, a fire broke out in the place where he lived, and a large number of wounded people were sent to the local clinic. Yan Jing injured his head and bled a lot while fleeing.There were too many patients in the hospital, and the doctors were too busy, so Yan Jing could only sit on a chair in the corridor and wait in line.

Due to excessive blood loss, he felt dizzy for a while. In his blurred vision, he saw doctors in white coats passing by him, but no one stopped to care about this lonely man from a foreign country. juvenile.

It wasn't until late at night that the doctor on duty finished treating the seriously injured and found him in the chaotic emergency ward.

The boy who had lost too much blood was pale and bit his lip tightly, leaving a row of tooth marks on his lower lip.The doctor felt sorry for him, and arranged a hospital bed for him. At that time, he needed an emergency blood transfusion, but his AB type RH-negative rare blood type had a small stock, so he had to apply to the blood bank a few days in advance to get approval. The doctor suggested that he find a blood transfusion. Relatives and friends with blood types came to donate blood, but Yan Jing was alone, how could he have a relative?

The doctor shrugged helplessly and said, there is no way but to wait.

Yan Jing nodded and waited quietly in the corridor.In the hospital at night, the light was very dim, and occasionally a nurse passed by his bed, whispering, this child is from abroad, how pitiful, no relatives are here... They thought Yan Jing was asleep, but in fact he was just tired He closed his eyes, listened to their discussion, and silently curled up in the corner.

I don't know how long I waited, but Yan Ru arrived in the afternoon of the second day.It turned out that Yan Ru saw the report about the fire on TV, and couldn't get through to him on the phone, so she flew directly to Australia out of worry.As soon as Yan Ru arrived, she quickly found a person with the same blood type on the Internet, and gave the person a large sum of money, and finally settled the matter.

Seeing the bright red blood finally poured into Yan Jing's body, seeing his brother's thin face and paper-pale lips, the always strong Yan Ru couldn't help shedding tears secretly.On the other hand, Yan Jing looked nonchalant, smiled and grabbed her hand and said, sister, why are you crying, I won't die.Yan Ru tapped his forehead with her fingers and said with a sob, you are so stupid.

It has been a long time in the past, but it is clearly reappearing in my mind at this time.

Knowing that his rare blood type would be very troublesome to get sick, Yan Jing cherished himself very much because of this. Since then, he no longer goes to chaotic bars or any dangerous places, and lives cautiously.Over the years, almost every year he goes to the hospital to donate blood for free, because he has personally experienced the anxiety and helplessness when waiting for blood transfusion but not getting the blood source.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xu, Rong Yuming's lover, is also AB type RH negative.However, Yan Xu doesn't have to worry about the troubles of the rare blood type at all, Rong Yuming has already solved all the difficulties for him, he just needs to watch TV in the ward with peace of mind.

Thinking about that long night when I waited helplessly, and thinking about Yan Xu's carefree smiling face now, it is really a world of difference.

Yan Jing smiled lightly, picked up the goblet, raised his head and drank the red wine in one gulp, his mouth was full of bitter taste.

Wanting to pour another glass, but his hand was blocked, Yan Jing raised his head and saw Ouyang Shuo who was frowning slightly.

"Ouyang? Why can I see you everywhere? You really are haunted." Yan Jing smiled and pushed his hand away to get the wine bottle, but Ouyang Shuo snatched it away first.

"Stop drinking, you've already drank a lot." Ouyang Shuo sighed softly, sat down and put his arms around Yan Jing's shoulders, "Why, why don't you share with your old friends when you have something on your mind?"

They always talked about everything with Ouyang Shuo, but about today's matter, Yan Jing couldn't say anything.

"It's nothing." Yan Jing smiled, "I should go back."

"I'll take it to you."

"No need." Yan Jing stood up and staggered out.

Ouyang Shuo followed him helplessly, "Look at you, you look like a roly-poly, you still try to be brave when you're drunk." Then he reached out to support him, turned and walked out of the bar.

After leaving the bar, the cold wind blew, the smell of alcohol rose in his stomach, and Yan Jing was so drunk that he let Ouyang Shuo drag him into the car, and he closed his eyes all the way until he was helped home by Ouyang Shuo. Throwing it on the sofa, it was only a little sober.

Ouyang Shuo went to pour water for him, saw the bouquet of roses in the living room, and asked curiously, "Hey, there are still roses here, who gave them?"

Yan Jing struggled to open his eyes, and saw the roses on the table in a daze, the bright red color was delicate and charming.Thinking of the way Rong Zi held a rose in his hand and said seriously that day, "99 roses are for you, I hope the relationship between us will last for a long time", I suddenly felt a little inexplicably distressed.

How should I treat that innocent and stubborn young man?

"Could it be a gift from your lover?" Ouyang Shuo asked curiously.

Yan Jing rubbed his sore temples, and said casually, "Students gave it to me on Teacher's Day."

Ouyang Shuo said "Oh", without further questioning, he poured a glass of water over, put his arms around him and was about to feed him, when he suddenly heard the sound of a key opening the door.

Ouyang Shuo looked back suspiciously, and saw a slender young man who opened the door as if entering his own home and walked in, bending over to change his shoes.

——Rong Zi? !How did he come here?He actually has the key to Yan Jing's house?

Ouyang Shuo was still in shock, Rong Zi just raised his head, the two looked at each other, Rong Zi was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle Ouyang, did you send him back?" His eyes followed Ouyang Shuo's. Looking over, seeing the man in his arms, who was frowning uncomfortably at the moment, Rong Zi couldn't help asking worriedly: "What's wrong with him?"

Ouyang Shuo glanced at Rong Zi, then at Yan Jing who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and said with a complicated expression, "Why do you have the key to his house?"

Rong Zi smiled, "We are lovers now, didn't he tell you?"

"Ah? Lover..." Ouyang Shuo opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Rong Zi looked calm, and walked over after speaking, naturally took Yan Jing from Ouyang Shuo's hand, hugged him into his arms, looked at his slightly red cheeks, and asked softly, "Are you drinking again?"

"Hmm..." Feeling being hugged into a warm and familiar embrace, Yan Jing instinctively leaned over and said in a daze, "I want to drink water..."

"Okay, I'll pour it for you." Rong Zi got up and wanted to pour water, but Ouyang Shuo hurriedly handed him the water in his hand: "Here is it."

"Oh, thank you." Rong Zi smiled slightly, took the water from Ouyang Shuo's hand, and gently fed it to Yan Jing slowly, and wiped off the water stains on the corners of his lips with his thumb.

Ouyang Shuo was completely dumbfounded.

Rong Zi raised his head and said, "Uncle Ouyang, if you have something to do, go back first, I'll just take care of him."

"Oh..." Seeing that Yan Jing was sleeping soundly in Rong Zi's arms, Ouyang Shuo didn't say anything, turned around and left with a complicated expression.

After Ouyang Shuo left, Rong Zi suppressed her smile, sighed softly, and helped Yan Jing walk to the bedroom.He took off his clothes, adjusted the air conditioner, and put on the quilt by the way. Seeing that he was frowning in pain, Rong Zi sat by the bed, held his hand and said, "Why do you drink so much again?" Wine? In a bad mood?"

Yan Jing seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, grabbed Rong Zi's hand vigorously, and said softly: "Don't go..."

Rong Zi held him back, "I won't go, I will always be with you."

Hearing such reassurance, Yan Jing finally felt relieved and fell asleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, Yan Jing suddenly developed a high fever. Rong Zi didn't sleep, and noticed that his forehead was hot, so he quickly took a wet towel to apply ice to cool him down.Yan Jing was confused from a fever, or he was having a nightmare, and he kept calling someone's name over and over again.

Rong Zi's fingers froze for a moment, and the forced smile on her face gradually disappeared.

At this moment, how much Rong Zi wished that he was calling her own name instead of Rong Yuming.

However, it was only at this moment that Rong Zi realized more clearly that his weight in Yan Jing's heart was so weak that it was impossible for him to appear in his dreams, and it was even more impossible for him to miss him so much when he was sick.

When she saw the black wallet at the claim center in the afternoon, Rong Zi was still very happy.At that time, in order to help Yan Jing get back his wallet, he just tentatively posted a post on the forum, but he did not expect that a junior sister actually contacted him. To him, this was an unexpected surprise.

Being able to do something for Yan Jing, even such a small thing, would make Rong Zi very happy.

He rushed all the way to the West Campus, ignoring his sweating, almost jogging all the way to get there before get off work, and under the surprised eyes of the teacher, he panted and said: "Teacher, I... I come to claim one A black wallet with a bank card in it, the end number is 4957, please check it out for me."

The female teacher nodded, took out a wallet from the drawer, opened it, looked at it and said, "Is this it? There are indeed bank cards and your photo in it."

Rong Zi was a little surprised: "My photo?"

"Well, sign it after confirming it." The teacher urged, Rong Zi had no choice but to sign his name on the claim book first.

After taking the wallet, I opened it out of curiosity and saw a photo.

The background of the photo is the huge banner of the graduation ceremony of XX Middle School XX. Two teenagers stood side by side at the door of the auditorium, one hand hugged each other's shoulders intimately, and the other hand held a bouquet of flowers together. The smile is very bright.It can be seen from the bright eyes that they were very satisfied and happy at the moment when they took pictures.

The smile on Rong Zi's face slowly froze.

One of the people in the photo is obviously Yan Jing when he was young.But the other person looked very much like himself in his eyebrows and eyes.

He still remembered that there was also such a photo on the desk in the bedroom at home, which was a single photo of him.If it wasn't for the wrong year on the banner, he would even suspect that in this photo, the person in school uniform standing side by side with Yan Jing in front of the auditorium is himself.

This old photo has been kept in Yan Jing's wallet, and it is very well preserved.

A line of words was written on the back of the photo, "High school graduation commemoration. Yuming loves Yan Jing." There was also a naughty smiling face and a heart-shaped pattern drawn on the back.

Looking at it at this moment, it is so dazzling.

I see……

Rong Zi clutched the photo and walked on the straight school road in the West Campus. The afternoon sun was very bright, but he felt chills in his heart.There was a layer of sweat in the palm of the hand. In the photo soaked in sweat, the smiling faces of the two teenagers were somewhat blurred, but the four letters on the back of the photo, L, O, V, E, a simple combination, looked like a hand. The sharp knife cut fiercely on Rong Zi's heart.

——The experienced Yan Jing, why did he fall in love with a rookie when they met for the first time in the bar?

——Yan Jing, who has never been reconciled to bowing down to others, why is she willing to change her principles for him?

——Yan Jing, who has always been romantic and unrestrained, why has she always softened her heart towards him, and even agreed to become a couple with him?

Going back to many years ago, why did that gentle big brother pick up the down-and-out him home, cook for him, buy him clothes, teach him to read, and send him to the orphanage before he left? How is he doing his best?

The reason for everything, in the final analysis, is just because of the three words "looks like".