just in time

Yi Chenliang woke up at night.

In the empty ward, there are some harsh lights and white walls.

His whole body was in pain as if he had been crushed. When he moved a little, dizziness and nausea followed. He stared blankly at the bottle that was almost bottomed out, and blinked his eyes.

The door of the ward didn't seem to be closed tightly, and voices outside could be vaguely heard.

"Come back so soon..."

"...He will make a fuss if he can't see anyone..."

After something was said outside, someone opened the door and came in.

The little nurse looked at Yi Chenliang with a smile while holding the water bottle, "The handsome guy is awake."

Yi Chenliang didn't look at her, his eyes were fixed on Yun Fang, motionless.

Yun Fang lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, put down the things in his hand, took the bottle from the little nurse's hand, "I'll do it."

"Oh, good." The little nurse joked with a smile, "Stop staring, handsome guy, your ears are red!"

Yun Fang paused, and Yi Chenliang's eyes moved to his ears involuntarily, and it turned out to be thinly red.

"Remember not to feed your brother too much greasy food, hair is not good, I'll go out first, and ring the bell if there is something to do." The little nurse seemed to like Yun Fang very much, and even waved to him specially.

Yun Fang just nodded politely, put the dinner he bought on the bedside cabinet, and said to Yi Chenliang, "Get up and have some porridge."

Yi Chenliang looked at him firmly, and said hoarsely, "I kissed you."

Yun Fang shook his hand and almost knocked over the porridge bowl, but his face was very calm, "You just lost your mind at that time."

Yi Chenliang was silent for two seconds, and then he said, "Does that mean I can kiss as long as I have a fever in the future?"

Yun Fang wanted to pin porridge on his head.

"Almost forgot." Yi Chenliang said solemnly, "It's fine even if you're drunk."

"Yi Chenliang," Yun Fang put down the porridge bowl, and said in a serious tone, "Speak well to me."

"Oh." Yi Chenliang replied sullenly: "I'm hungry, Yun Fang."

Yun Fang took a deep breath, warned himself that the wounded should not be beaten, and picked up the porridge bowl to feed him porridge.

Yi Chenliang hadn't been able to eat a mouthful of hot rice for nearly three days, so he ate every mouthful of Yunfang's feed, and he drank a whole bowl of porridge in a short time.

He couldn't move his right hand, and his left hand was stuck with a needle. After drinking, Yun Fang pulled a piece of toilet paper to wipe his mouth, but he bit his finger through the toilet paper.

Yun Fang twitched but did not twitch, "Are you a dog?"

Yi Chenliang bit his finger and ground his teeth.

"Stop talking." Yun Fang glared at him.

Yi Chenliang reluctantly let go, and looked at him eagerly.

Yun Fang couldn't bear his appearance, "What on earth do you want?"

"I can kiss you even when I don't have a fever." Yi Chenliang said sincerely: "Before I was confused by fever, I couldn't taste it."

"..." Yun Fang wanted to beat someone when he heard the first sentence, but was misled by his bizarre description when he heard the second sentence, "Can you still taste it?"

"Yes." Yi Chenliang licked his mouth and sent him a sincere invitation, "Do you want to try?"

Yun Fang ruthlessly rejected his invitation, and threatened: "I think you want to get a few more stitches on your head."

Yi Chenliang sighed with some regret.

Yun Fang understands that a young boy of this age is full of vigor and blood, and his head is full of pornographic waste, but he really doesn't understand why Yi Chenliang is like this.

In his self-memory, he has never been very interested in these things. When he gets older, he will break the precept if he looks at the beauties on the street twice.

Why, after experiencing such a life-and-death incident, did Yi Chenliang not think of revenge first, but play hooliganism to a man without changing his face?

Why did Yi Chenliang become like this?

Yun Fang fell into an unbelievable self-doubt.

I shouldn't be so shameless.

Although Yi Chenliang struggled for a while after waking up, it was obvious that his severely injured body did not allow him to be so excited, and soon he looked weak and had no strength, frowning in pain.

"You have two broken ribs, so pain is normal." Yun Fang sat on the edge of the bed and tucked him in the quilt. "It hurts when you breathe and cough. Although you wear a chest strap, you should be careful when you cough. It really hurts." If you can't stand it, take painkillers."

Yi Chenliang had a blue-black circle around his eyes, which was particularly obvious on his pale face, and he lost his appearance in just two days. Hearing this, he said, "How do you know so clearly?"

"Of course it's because of me—" Yun Fang was about to take Apple's hand, and then changed the subject, "I heard what the doctor said."

Yi Chenliang always felt that his pause was a bit weird, but before he had time to think about it, Yun Fang stuffed a small piece of apple into his mouth, "Chew slowly."

"Hmm." Yi Chenliang had never received such meticulous and considerate care since he was a child, the apple in his mouth was several degrees sweeter than usual, and he squinted his eyes and smiled at Yunfang while eating.

"What's wrong with silly music." Yun Fang gave him a disgusted look, and stuffed him another small piece.

Xin said why he was smiling like a silly dog.

Then he was fortunate, luckily he didn't smile much when he was still Yi Chenliang.

The last bottle of water hangs very slowly, Yi Chenliang fell asleep after eating a few pieces of apples, Yun Fang was watching him by the bed, but somehow also fell asleep in a daze.

——He was thrown heavily on the table, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and his ears were buzzing.

"Yi Chenliang! Stand up!"

Someone yelled loudly at him, but it was very vague to hear, and the blood froth in his mouth could not be spit out. He twitched in pain a few times, and kept gasping for breath.

The severe pain made him feel like he was going to die.

"Fuck! Yi Chenliang, stand up for me! If you don't want to die, stand up!"

He coughed up a big mouthful of blood foam, got up from the table, and was kicked on the stomach by a huge force, the whole person flew out, hit the rope heavily and was bounced up again, the opponent hit him with an elbow to his heart.

If you get hit, you will die.The bitter chill rose from the soles of his feet to his brain. He almost tried his best to avoid the blow, turned over in the air, and punched the opponent's temple.

Crazy shouts and cursing erupted from the surroundings, and it was unknown whether it was blood or sweat dripping into the eyes, and the tall figure on the opposite side finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

"Dead! Dead!" someone shouted excitedly.

He stood still, but the referee raised his hand to announce the victory. The pain made him almost faint, but he still gritted his teeth and stood there.

The overwhelming noise overwhelmed him, and when the scene changed, he was lying on the ground again.

He put his hand over his leg, but the blood was still bubbling, and there were deafening gunshots all around.

He struggled to climb to the back of the tree, randomly grabbed a branch and bit it in his mouth. He opened the wound with a dagger and quickly picked out the bullet. The sudden pain caused him to jerk his head up, and the veins on his forehead almost burst. The screams of pain that were suppressed to the extreme made his eyes red, and the branch in his mouth snapped off, leaving only blood in his mouth.

Panting heavily, he bound the wound tightly with cloth strips, gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and ran limping into the depths of the jungle.

Another shot went through his shoulder.

He lay lifelessly on the ground, the smell of mud and burnt gunpowder smoke lingering in his nostrils, his consciousness began to gradually blur, but he still struggled to move forward.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near. He closed his eyes and clenched the gun in his hand.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and hot blood spattered his face.

The opponent fell convulsively, and he put the muzzle of the gun on the opponent's temple and took another shot.

He looked at the corpse with cold eyes, got up from the ground with difficulty, and walked towards the way out in the distance where life and death were uncertain.

The road was silent and long, with nothing but glaring white light and endless silence. He walked tirelessly, until he was so painful that he was exhausted.

"...Wake up, if you don't wake up, I will kiss you."

He heard someone talking in his ear, his eyelids tingled, the white light in his eyes disappeared, and the familiar face of the teenager came into view.

In a daze, he couldn't even tell which one was himself.

"I really kissed you." Seeing that his eyes were lost and blank, Yi Chenliang boldly touched his lips lightly.

The person being kissed suddenly thought.

It turns out that the end of the long road is himself.

◎The author has something to say:

He walked through the thorns, experienced life and death, and finally put away all the sharp thorns and defenses, and returned the remaining bit of tenderness to himself.