Fate is the enemy GL

【Chapter 39】【Ribs】

"I'm looking for...I'm looking for Zhou Ziyuan...the old witch..." Ye Jin sobbed unconsciously, and the people at the side looked at the word "Zhou Ziyuan" in her phone and made a call.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Ye Jin fell asleep again, unconscious.

Eve was fashioned from Adam's rib, bone of bone, flesh of flesh.

Does the pain in the ribs seem to indicate something?No, it is a reflection, a vivid portrayal of life now.

The driver was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator and rushed straight to the hospital. He barely took out the money from his wallet, but the driver waved his hand and shook his head, refusing to accept it.Zhou Ziyuan heard Lan Yi's heavy breathing, and heard a sound like a bellows hula hula.And in a trance, there is spring water falling from the sky, it is bright red rippling, life peeling off in the bright red.

Opening his eyes secretly, Lan Yi arched his back like a boiled shrimp, blood gurgling from his fingers.

She woke up immediately, and finally got to the hospital, kicked the car door and dragged Lan Yi with a brisk pace.

There was a nurse watching at the door, she was startled, and ran in, not long after, several people came out with a stretcher, the snow-white bed sheet was splattered with blood, Lan Yi smiled slightly: "I look like a hero, don't I! "

"Like your second uncle!" She struggled to put on the big coat that the kind nurse gave her.

Lan Yi was pushed into the emergency room.She looked at the end of the corridor, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

She was stunned for a few seconds when signing, but she declared that she was Lan Yi's wife without hesitation.

Waiting is a long and meaningless passage of time. She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. The mirror was dirty with cracked corners. In the blurry and hazy mirror, she saw that she was more beautiful than usual It is much more desolate.

Where do you live?Who can blame whom?

"Young man, don't be sad, your husband will be fine." An old lady sitting next to her comforted her.

She said nothing, her eyes were calm, and there was still no wave.

It turns out that to measure a person, making a generalization is the stupidest thing. People are not so simple, they can be summed up in a few words. She touched her chest, does she still love Lan Yi?Is it love?What is love?

What is Ye Jin?What are you?Is it really me who is volatile?

What's the point of being gay and straight?

What are we all after?

"Out of danger, transferred to intensive care unit."

"The situation is good, let's observe first."

"Transfer to the general ward."

As if she had been redeemed, she became unconscious.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, always take a deep breath, I don't know what is oppressing me, carrying all kinds of things, all kinds of heavy pressures.

When she opened her eyes again, Ye Jin was already lying on the white sheets of the hospital, her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, and a black beetle crawled out of the closet next to her.

There were a few crumpled pages of paper hanging on the radiator, and a pair of silver bracelets were quietly placed beside her pillow. She rubbed the pattern on it repeatedly, and there were small characters on the inside. She looked at it for a long time, and then put it back beside the pillow.

Looking at his own hands, the palms are slightly calloused, the fingers are slender and fair, and the veins on the back of the hands are clearly visible.

She heard her voice hoarse than sawing wood: "Where's Dad?"

"It's okay." It was the hostess of the previous boarding house who answered her.

After whispering silently for a while, she closed her eyes: "Mobile phone."

She rummaged through the address book, the phone stopped on Zhou Ziyuan's name, and looked at it for a long time, the signal had three bars.

"..." The hostess didn't know how to comfort her. When the man went out to herd the sheep, he heard a loud noise. He ran over and saw the overturned ice cart.

Blood oozed from under Ye Jin's body, and his face was as pale as a dead person.

And she has been in a coma for a long time.

She put the desk on her left arm, grabbed her phone and started typing.

After writing and deleting, deleting and writing, what was finally sent out was a face expression.

He added his own address, and added a sentence: Qingdian's weather is so nice, come and see it too!

My mind was a mess, tangled into a bleak, empty white.However, she didn't know that Zhou Ziyuan's mobile phone was left in the car and He Yixuan received it.

He Yixuan stared at the address for a long time, and just wanted to get up, Zhuo You brought her a pot of soup, and pushed it in front of her with a smile on his face.

The wedding photos on the wall now look extremely hideous.

Anyway, it was sent to Zhou Ziyuan, so what did you do by yourself?Speaking of which, even if Zhou Ziyuan saw it, she might not necessarily go there. The reason for the good weather is too naive!

Putting down Zhou Ziyuan's cell phone, she drank soup with peace of mind, thinking that Zhou Ziyuan didn't even know how to set a password, how could she know that Zhou Ziyuan didn't set a password because Ye Jin couldn't remember a lot of twists and turns, so she simply didn't know how to set a password. No, I can't help recalling the past, the wedding day.

She took off her wedding dress and put on a cotton pajamas. He was able to sleep peacefully and imaginatively on the bed with the quilt between her legs. She weaved an illusory dream because it could not be realized in reality.

The reason why I was disturbed was because I turned over and touched it, and what I touched was not the quilt but a hard arm...

She was awake then, her eyes widening and popping up.

If she hadn't even recognized that the male creature lying next to her was Zhuo You, she would have kicked him out of the bed, grabbed the collar tightly and pushed him out of the window, causing the man to die very high... …

Zhuo You looked exhausted, laying there like a big puppet, not falling asleep, but lazily raised his eyes to look at her: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"..." Can the "sleep" on the wedding night really be so harmonious?She gathered herself together, and after a few seconds, she lay down with her back to Zhuo You, still wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

The sound of the man's even breathing came from beside her, and the ups and downs reminded her of the waves and the water hitting the shore.He closed his eyes steadily, and Yin Qingsi's face flashed in his mind.

No wonder.

she thinks.

She lifted the spoon in front of her and took a sip to drink. Zhuoyou smiled all over her face. She smiled and praised him that it was delicious. He got up and went to work in a suit and tie. Grab a bunch of keys.

She lives in Dingmian, Ye Jin's family lives in Huaiyuan, and he lives in Qingdian.

The three wonderful cities are so connected, with a certain destined connection.

"Do you know? Yin Qingsi, you are too selfish to be good everywhere." Zhou Ziyuan said so, with nothing in front of her, and she finished speaking so nervously to the air, she took a deep breath, looked down at the Newspapers, wires of abandoned buildings in the west of the city have been in disrepair for a long time, causing a large area of ​​fire, but fortunately no casualties.

No casualties...?

The more she looked at it, the more upset she became. She tore off the newspaper, threw it into the trash can, turned her head and walked into the ward, Lan Yi stared blankly at the sky, her abdomen was wrapped in thick bandages, and her right hand was also wrapped in many bandages. It's funny, seeing her come in, she came back to her senses: "I'm back."

"Yeah." Simply responded, nodded, dragged a stool from the side and sat down, almost subconsciously, tucked Lan Yi's quilt.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" She crossed her legs, dignified and polite, with a straight back.

"Why bother you..." Lan Yi saw that Zhou Ziyuan had returned to her original cultivation mode, oh no, or he had once again seriously faced this face that seemed to have looked down on Hong Chen and was about to become a monk at any time, and felt lost. After a long time, Zhou Ziyuan took his key and went back, where he left all the things she didn't take away.

So Zhou Ziyuan changed her clothes and took her other mobile phone.

"No trouble." She said calmly.

troublesome.She gritted her teeth in her heart. If it wasn't because of Lan Yi's brain twitching and He Yixuan's collusion, she should still be working at this time. Speaking of which, when I went back earlier, I saw Lan Lan's small face, and the child was cooking instant noodles on a small stool .

Her heart was suddenly broken, and she looked at the child with sadness in her eyes.

Silently recited Ye Jin's, okay, lowered his hair and sent a text message: Are you okay? (Stayed by Zhou Ziyuan)

I don't know why there are only these words in my mind, so I just sent them out.

However, Ye Jin almost cried because of a mistake. How did the old hag know that something happened to her?Speaking of which, why is that number useless?

Sniffing, but received a text message from Zhou Ziyuan's original number: I'll go right away.

She was too scared to speak, Zhou Ziyuan wanted to see her disabled appearance?Even if you kill yourself...

She didn't know that it wasn't Zhou Papi who came, but He Yixuan who was much more extreme than her.

Throwing down the phone and letting out a long sigh, it turned out that the decision of the dead face was right!If you come to Qingdian by yourself, something will happen?Just like that, a little life dissipated in this world because of her own willfulness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Life is an umbrella-shaped dandelion, which spreads out the softness of the sky.

I don't know when the next bloom will be.

There was a huge boulder weighing heavily on her heart, sucking thin air. She nestled on the bed and sorted out her notes, trying to forget the unborn child, but she couldn't do it. The child's soul merged into the dream. Here, floating in front of her eyes and staying in her mind, she pulled her hair and covered herself with a quilt to sleep.

Holding a bowl of tofu nao, Zhou Ziyuan was standing on the side of the crowded street, suddenly feeling deeply lonely again, gave the tofu nao to Lan Yi, and sat aside, ignoring him, waving his left hand laboriously.

His heart softened suddenly, and he took the spoon to feed him. He was startled, and said in a low voice, "I can do it myself."

"Do not talk nonsense."

The relationship between husband and wife cannot be cut off with a single agreement, although various things have happened.

Lan Yi enjoyed the hard-earned warmth with complicated emotions, but Yin Qingsi called.

Why do you think of this number?Then he must have called the previous number.

Put down the bowl and go out: "Hello?"

"Are you OK!"

"What can I do?"

"It's good that it's okay, why is your cell phone at He Yixuan's place?" Yin Qingsi felt aggrieved, and when he called earlier, it was He Yixuan's voice, which made him hang up quickly and call here.

"There was a little unpleasant friction." She covered up the fact lightly.

Yin Qingsi was silent for a long time, "You can take a paid vacation for a period of time and take a good rest. I will find someone to replace your job."

"Is this a gift?" Zhou Ziyuan smiled slightly, "Mr. Yin Qingsi, I accept your kindness."

Yin Qingsi looked down at his phone: "Hello, Yin Xiliang? Yes, come here, I have something to say."

Zhou Ziyuan smiled, don't be a fool for the white holiday.

Besides, she has a patient and a child to take care of.

Seeing her coming in, Lan Yi smiled slightly, then lowered his head to eat again.

It took a long time before he said, "Yin Qingsi treats you very well."

"Indeed." She didn't deny it, and she also knew that Lan Yi had been very wary of Yin Qingsi since before she got married.

Lan Yi didn't talk any more, and she didn't talk too much, and she just stayed with him for half a month. When he was discharged from the hospital, it was already late November, and she felt relieved.

This half month seems to have returned to the usual married life. Lan Yi stood at the door of the hospital and smiled gently at her: "Thank you."

Strange to say, the two of them haven't mentioned any previous unhappiness, in-laws, or cheating in the past half a month. It's like the first gesture, an ordinary life that is not disturbed by anyone.

Zhou Ziyuan stroked her hair: "You're welcome."

"I owe you too much." He smiled apologetically, stretched out his hand timidly like a teenager, and straightened her collar.

She stood quietly, and heard Lan Yi mumbling for a long time, and finally said: "Can we get back together?"