Why can't the lead singer control himself

In the dense night, when you open your eyes, it is still pitch black. There are no lights, no vehicles, and no roads.

Only the ear can hear the sound.

There is the sound of rain, the sound of huge jingling raindrops hitting the car window;

There was a sound of brakes, and the sound of "呲啦" was too long, and there was no intention of stopping at all;

There was another exclamation, it seemed to be a familiar person, but it was impossible to tell who it was...

At that moment, the body subconsciously clenched the steering wheel, and stepped on the brakes at the first instant, as rehearsed in my mind countless times.

But no matter how hard you tried, your nails embedded in the flesh, and your calf muscles convulsed, you couldn't resist the force from your chest, leading your body back violently, and then you were thrown into the air without weight, falling into the night behind you continuously, and the familiar voice The call for help is getting farther and farther...

Countless times, Wan Jingjing woke up from such a fall.

In the palpitations that have not yet calmed down, in countless dark nights without any support, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, telling himself over and over again that this was a dream and it would never happen again.

"It won't happen again."

What's more, now he has a destination he wants to land on.

Wan Jingjing's hand holding the steering wheel was dripping with cold sweat.

He stared at the front intently, thinking about Zheng Hao saying, "Tomorrow's dawn will still be yours."

Think of him standing in the moonlight, stretching out his arms for him to jump, saying "No matter what happens, I will catch you".

In fact, he discovered that day that he had always thought that he was waiting for Zheng Hao to land, but at the same time, Zheng Hao was also catching his hands.

He will no longer fall with the force behind him, he wants to look forward, there is someone waiting for him in front.

Waiting to catch him, waiting to be caught by him.

Cars and street lights intertwined with each other. Wan Jingjing's black SUV always looked a little clumsy in the evening rush hour traffic, being overtaken constantly.

But starting, changing gears, braking, his movements in the driver's seat are as smooth as usual. People who are not familiar with him probably think that this is a very stable driver, and they can't see other clues.

When he finally entered the unattended community and got out of the car, he felt that his back was soaked, and he felt as if he was stepping on clouds while walking on the road.

At the same time, Chen Xiyue had just arrived by car, and the two happened to bump into each other.

"Damn it, did you come here in the rain?"

Chen Xiyue looked at Wan Jingjing who was covered in cold sweat, and said in surprise.

Wan Jingjing didn't have time or energy to talk to him, so while walking into the building, he took out his mobile phone to check the detailed address sent by Li Dafu.

Chen Xiyue followed behind, seeing that he tapped his hand several times, but he didn't tap the unlock code.

"I'll come, I'll come, I just asked Li Dafu", Chen Xiyue rushed to the front, not daring to joke with him anymore, quickly pushed the elevator.

Looking at Wan Jingjing's distraught look, he didn't know how to comfort him, and said all the way: "It's okay, it's okay, don't scare yourself, he may be confused. Such a big man, there won't be..."

As Chen Xiyue spoke, he clicked on the code to open the door, and when he opened the door, he fell silent.

"Such a big" Zheng Hao, who was sitting on the floor, raised his head when he heard the door open, and stared blankly at the two of them.

"What am I relying on you for? We thought you were dead, why didn't you answer the phone, what are you doing here?" Chen Xiyue rushed over through several red lights, but seeing him sitting here safe and sound, he couldn't help being angry From there.

Halfway through the scolding, I noticed that Zheng Hao's hand was always on the back of his head.

Wan Jingjing had already walked up to him and knelt down, didn't speak, just pushed his hands away to look at the injury on the back of his head.

The wound was not that big from the outside, and Zheng Hao got a towel from somewhere to cover it, and there wasn't much blood.

There are some bloodstains on the corner of the bed next to it, probably from hitting there.

Wan Jingjing didn't dare to touch him hard, and when he spoke, his voice was still trembling: "Can you stand up?"

Zheng Hao seemed to realize that there was someone beside him at this time, and turned his head to look at Wan Jingjing, with slow confusion appearing on his face.

After hesitating, he said, "Didn't you go to Hainan?"

Chen Xiyue rushed over quickly, and it was Wan Jingjing who supported him, for fear that he would not be able to carry it.

But Wan Jingjing, who had experienced big scenes, was only stunned for a moment, his expression didn't change, he helped Zheng Hao up and said, "Well, let's go to the hospital first, do you remember how you fell?"

When Zheng Hao was in a daze again, Lin Zhangzhang's voice came before the others: "Oh, they arrived first, are you all right, Zheng Hao?"

Looking up, Maggie was also at the door, stepping on high heels and walking faster than Zhang Zhang. The two of them entered the door, and seeing Zheng Hao standing up, they finally felt relieved.

But soon my heart hung up again.

Zheng Hao looked at Zhang Zhang who was approaching Lin, hid for a while, and said in a polite tone never before: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Maggie was eloquent, but it was the first time she stumbled: "This, this is, amnesia?"

Lin Zhangzhang swallowed twice before saying, "No, you acted it? Are you kidding me?"

The lines can be nonsense, but the look on Zheng Hao's face is not fake. No one else in the room has seen him like this. He is in a daze, not like amnesia, but more like turning back 20 years.

Wan Jingjing's face next to him was also frighteningly pale. Everyone thought he was frightened by Zheng Hao, so he didn't care to say more, and rushed to the hospital hurriedly.

The wounded number walked halfway before he realized the last question. He was still holding a file bag in his other hand. Wan Jingjing came over to help him, but he gave him the file bag first:

"I came here to look for the manuscript, and then I fell it, you put it away."

"Well," Wan Jingjing took it and threw it to Lin who was next to him, "It's not important, let's go to the hospital first."

"Oh", Zheng Hao obediently followed, his nagging nature hadn't changed, and he said as he walked: "It's too late to go, I have a cerebral hemorrhage, and I will be gone soon."

Maggie behind her thumped and twisted her feet, tears almost fell down: "What are you talking about? Don't scare me."

Zheng Hao responded slowly: "Huh?"

And said leisurely: "Really, grandma is too old to withstand the fall, the ice at the door has not been shoveled, and she should not be allowed to go out when it snows..."

Wan Jingjing lifted his heart and put it down again, pulling Zheng Hao downstairs with a pale face.

His memory was upside down, and he talked about what happened in which year, from his grandma falling and dying of cerebral hemorrhage, to diving and falling to the ground when he was in school, to smashing Wan Jingjing's head with a battery by himself, and all the memories of head injuries I stroked it again.

When he finally got downstairs, he saw the car but still didn't forget about it, and asked Wan Jingjing, "Did you bring motion sickness medicine?"

Wan Jingjing's nerves have been stiff since the beginning of driving, and he melted a corner when he heard this. He took out the car keys and coaxed him softly: "I'm already healed, and I came by car."

Except for Maggie, no one else understood what it meant.

Zheng Hao himself reacted for a while before showing a gratified smile:

"Then you passed the driver's license test very quickly."

Wan Jingjing: "..."

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"There is no major problem on the CT scan of the brain. It may be a slight concussion, which caused memory confusion. Different patients will have different reactions to concussions. Has the patient suffered any brain injuries before?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Minghui squeezed in to answer.

He was on his way to Li Dafu's house, when he was told to turn around and come to the hospital halfway, he ran into Zheng Hao who was checking his head. The man's head was wrapped in gauze, and the first thing he said when he saw him was: "Have you finished your homework?"

Li Minghui knew that the old problem was committed.

"When he was in junior high school, he jumped off the stage and fell to his head. It was the same symptom at that time."

Before the doctor could speak, Lin Zhangzhang asked curiously, "Is he diving?"

Li Minghui: "How should I put it, there is no one below, he wants to practice diving."

After the doctor listened, he looked at Zheng Hao with sympathy. Trauma is easy to treat, but abnormal brain cannot be cured.

But he was still very professional, and said to Li Minghui: "Then it's best to look at the patient's previous medical records and make a comprehensive judgment on his injury."

"Then I'll ask his family," Li Minghui said, taking out his mobile phone to call Brother Zheng Hao.

The doctor looked at the people around him again, and didn't know who was the real family member of the patient, so he said to everyone:

"But his fever is a bit serious. If you take the patient for an electrocardiogram, there may be other symptoms."

"What disease?" Wan Jingjing asked.

"Preliminary judgment has the possibility of myocarditis." The doctor said.