Perfect Two

Everyone has to explain to themselves, but they don't seem to know what "explain" means.

Cheng Xirong thought to himself, waiting for your explanation in this way, I might die [-] times.

Feng Yi sat for a while, no matter what he said, he couldn't get a response, no matter how good his temper was, it would be unbearable.What's more, it's not just the two of them in this ward, there are other people listening with their ears up.

In the stalemate, the door of the ward was pushed open again.Feng Yi also frowned involuntarily, wanting to say that whether he came to sweep the floor or ask for an autograph, he would deal with everything according to Xiao Nanlu's method.As a result, he turned his head halfway back, and was surprised when he saw the person coming from the corner of his eye.

Feng Yi quickly stood up, saw clearly this time, and rushed to meet him: "Uncle Tian?"

Uncle Tian was also very surprised. He put down the fruit basket and milk in his hand by the wall, and then asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Feng Yi gave the stool to Uncle Tian, ​​stood beside him, and said, "It's early today, so come and see Nanlu."

Cheng Xirong lay motionless on the bed.

Uncle Tian gestured to Cheng Xirong's direction and lowered his voice: "Asleep?"

Feng Yi smiled wryly: "Maybe. He lost his temper with me, ignored me, and just lay down. I'm probably going to fall asleep right now."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yi wanted to call Cheng Xirong, but Uncle Tian stopped him.

"If he sleeps, let him sleep. What are you asking him to do? Visiting patients, how can he trouble the patients? I'll just sit and wait for him to wake up before talking."

Feng Yi looked confused: "Then I have to go, I'm here, he won't wake up."

The two looked at each other and understood.

Uncle Tian called out in the direction of Cheng Xirong: "Nan Lu? Are you awake? Get up and talk to Grandpa."

Cheng Xirong still didn't move.

Uncle Tian stood up, went to pat Cheng Xirong's arm, and yelled as soon as he touched Cheng Xirong's arm, "Hey! Why is it so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Feng Yi moved forward and said, "I also asked him just now. I'll call the doctor over."

Uncle Tian frowned: "Why doesn't he even have a companion bed? He's here alone, how does he eat? How does he go to the toilet?"

Feng Yi smiled apologetically: "There was a little girl in the film crew before, who had a heart condition at home, and Director Xie asked her to come here. She stayed here for less than ten days, and someone sent her back yesterday."

"Who's coming?"

"Uncle Tian, ​​don't you remember that there is a tall guy with long hair and a hat beside Nanlu?" Feng Yi saw clearly from Uncle Tian's eyes, and continued in those strangely dark eyes, " He said he stayed to take care of Nanlu. I don't know where it went. "

The old man on the bed next to him interrupted: "Let's go! The young man took this young man out in the middle of the night, and the two of them might have fought. He was fine when he left, and he came back with his arms in his arms. The young man burned into a coma in the middle of the night and kept Cry. The lad went away."

A silence.

The uncle added another sentence: "Oh, that young man doesn't know what's wrong. He ate his tears before he left. I saw it when I woke up at night. Tell me, what's so delicious about human tears. Eat well. So happy!"

Feng Yi and Uncle Tian looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Cheng Xirong, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, was in a more complicated mood.

He was vaguely aware of it, but he was groggy, and many senses were intertwined.It's like weaving a big net by myself, and then restraining myself, slow and slow, and many feelings are not real.

It seems that there is such a thing, the corner of the eye was rubbed by something wet.But the point is, did I cry? !I keep crying?

What am I crying for?

If I cry, I cry, I cry my own.Fu Zhou, what did you do?What are you going to do?

The mood is really... delicate...

The two standing figures are equally subtle.Feng Yi coughed dryly and said in a low voice, "I'll go out and ask the doctor."

Uncle Tian sat down on the stool and continued to call: "Nan Lu, get up before you sleep."

Cheng Xirong couldn't pretend anymore, and it happened that Feng Yi wasn't here, so he slowly sat up with his arms propped up.Seeing him like this, Uncle Tian frowned, and he was dissatisfied in his words: "Why are you still so vain?"

Then you should give me a hand...

Cheng Xirong was suffering from a low-grade fever, and his hands and feet, which were already weak, were even weaker now, and he broke out in a thin layer of sweat after sitting up.His breathing was a little messy, and regardless of Uncle Tian's attitude, he pulled the oxygen mask over and put it under his nose, and he took a few breaths before he could breathe freely.

Uncle Tian's brows were already clenched into a knot, and he looked a little vicious, ready to erupt at any moment.

Cheng Xirong didn't bother to worry so much, he took off the oxygen mask after he felt comfortable, and put it beside his pillow.Then he began to keep silent.As for the relationship with Uncle Tian, ​​it is actually very delicate now.After all, there is no intersection, the calculation is hindering my previous layer, and it is also the end.

Can't go deep at all.

But Uncle Tian's attitude doesn't look like a casual acquaintance.It seems that he really regards himself as a junior. He always has to worry about and ask about things, big and small.

The two sat facing each other for a while, Cheng Xirong didn't speak, not even polite greetings.Only then did Uncle Tian ask, "I've asked someone about it, and I should be discharged from the hospital in a week. Why are you still like this?"

"Lung infection, and rejection."

Hearing such a professional ranking suddenly, Uncle Tian was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What's your reaction?"

"Rejection." Cheng Xirong nodded his chest, "There is an artificial valve installed here, which does not integrate with my body and reacts."

Uncle Tian took a breath: "Then what should we do?"

"Take medicine."

Uncle Tian's brows were still not loosened: "Can the doctors here work? I have a house abroad, and I know a lot of good people there. I'll take you out for treatment."

This must be a sincere heart-to-heart, so there will be such words.But seeing two sides, can you achieve this level?

Cheng Xirong was not quite used to this progress, suppressed his discomfort, and directly refused: "No need. With your favor, I am quite uncomfortable."

Probably because he didn't expect her to be so direct, Uncle Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I said before, I have always regarded Cheng Xirong as my child."

"But I'm not his child, and this relationship cannot continue."

Uncle Tian stared at him closely: "Are you rejecting me?"

"I just don't have a reason to approach you. Cheng Xirong is gone, and everyone's life is new now."

Uncle Tian still refused to give up: "I am a bad old man, how can I have a new life? When he is around, there are some things I have time to do. It is my selfishness to pin my wish on you. This is my business. You don't care."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

What else can I say?

Uncle Tian: "You also reject Feng Yi. You refuse to contact anyone who is close to Cheng Xirong."

Cheng Xirong's eyelids twitched, and he looked straight at the past with a cold expression: "Before you say this, you might as well ask Feng Yi why I was hospitalized for surgery."

Uncle Tian is not stupid, he immediately heard the subtext, and asked in surprise: "Did he bully you?"

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