damaged

Zhang Ailin said she couldn't get used to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, so she insisted on leaving.

Afraid that she would fall, Meng Wenjun stretched out his hand, trying to support Zhang Ailin's arm, but she waved her hand and hit her back.

"I don't need your help."

Meng Wenjun had a wry smile on his face, his hands were still placed beside Zhang Ailin's arms, his eyes were lowered, and he looked at the road under her feet: "Okay, okay, let's force ourselves now with this physical condition that can sprint for a marathon. .”

After hearing this, Zhang Ailin was about to turn her head and give him a white look, but the sudden force made the injury on the back of her neck painful.

"Hiss—" This hurts.

Meng Wenjun looked around, silently recited the license plate number of the taxi he called, and looked for the passing vehicles with his eyes.

"Don't go anymore, we are right here." Meng Wenjun was worried about Zhang Ailin's injury.

He dialed the driver's phone and said, "Master, we are at the main entrance of the hospital, why didn't we see you?"

Zhang Ailin turned around slightly and watched him talking on the phone with the driver.I saw his hair that was messed up like a bird's nest, and the green stubble on his chin.

It is the trace of being with me in the hospital these days.

Can't sleep well.

Zhang Ailin didn't want to see him like this again, so she was discharged from the hospital.

"Okay, we'll wait for you here."

After hanging up the phone, I saw Zhang Ailin looking at him in a blink of an eye.

"What's wrong with you? Your eyes are a bit disgusting." Meng Wenjun frowned and said.

Zhang Ailin burst out laughing, pounded his ribs with her elbow, and cursed with a smile, "Get out!"

Immediately after, what flowed out of her mouth was the sound of the pain on the shoulder.

"hiss--"

Suddenly, a yellow and black taxi stopped in front of them along the driveway.

Meng Wenjun went up first, opened the back door for Zhang Ailin, patted her again, and said to her: "Can I go in?"

Zhang Ailin limped and walked forward stubbornly: "This is nothing."

When she finally sat in the car, Meng Wenjun gently closed the door for her.Sit in from the other side.

"Master, please go to xxx." Meng Wenjun said to the driver master.

Zhang Ailin's voice hummed almost at the same time as the car's engine: "I don't want to go back."

Meng Wenjun leaned his body on the back of the back seat, cupped his fists, and said softly, "Don't worry, they're all gone."

The soreness of the muscles all over his body was like the waves of the sea hitting the flowers on the beach, sticking to Meng Wenjun's body, and the exhaustion could not be concealed in his haggard brows.

Zhang Ailin was silent for a moment, then leaned down and said, "Go to sleep, I will call you when we arrive."

Hearing this, Meng Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then he closed his eyes and said nothing more.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Ailin was in a hurry to leave the hospital.

It turned out to be for him.

Suddenly, he felt a wind coming in from the car window, driving the ends of his hair, and tapping gently on his forehead.

She never forgot that he would get motion sickness.

This was a secret he had tacitly shared with her since he was a child.

Meng Wenjun knew without looking that Zhang Ailin would deliberately open the car window on her side to the maximum, but would never blatantly reach out to open the window on his side for him.

After being tired, he came up belatedly, filling Meng Wenjun's whole body.Time has not passed much, and he has already been pulled into a dream.

"Don't go." A sudden raving, resounding in the gentle wind.

Zhang Ailin looked away from the changing roadside buildings outside the car window, and looked at Meng Wenjun's sleeping face.

After confirming that he was still asleep, she turned her head away again.

The sound of the taxi's engine overwhelmed the sound of the wheels rubbing on the concrete road, and there were crowds of people walking on the surrounding roadside in twos and threes. There were several low roars of carrier planes on the construction site in the distance.

The sweetness of the food wafting from nowhere entered her nostrils, like the roadside stall that Meng Wenjun secretly ate at the school gate many years ago.

The stall owner is an elderly grandmother who always wears a navy blue hat that has been washed white, and her silvery white hair is hidden under the hat.

The trolley does not have the gorgeous decorations of those five-star hotels, only a long oven that has been charred black by charcoal fire, and small skewers made of bamboo sticks are arranged in an orderly manner on the oven.

She took a bite and had never eaten such a delicious thing.

When the taxi stopped waiting for the green light, the children of the same age as her at the side of the road looked at her with similar curious eyes, and she suddenly realized that at some point, tears fell from her eyes. When it came out, it was like a stream flowing across her face.

She hurriedly turned her head away and reached out to wipe the tears on her face.

When she came back to her senses and found that her purple-blue fingers had swollen like carrots, something suddenly felt in her heart, as if she had died.

She clumsily wiped her tears with her cuff, which hurt her wrist and touched the bruises under her eyes.

Fortunately, the taxi drove in time, so she didn't have to endure the innocent eyes of the child on the side of the road just now.

No matter how painful it was, she never fought back.

But why is he willing to punch such a heavy fist.

She realized it was unfair.Suddenly he realized that his so-called indifference and insults to him in the past were nothing but bluffing and dodging.

She hated herself for this, hated herself for not being able to forget the pain she had suffered, nor the happiness he gave her, neither hating him nor loving him.

Time has dragged this journey too long and too far.Every meter of distance is scrambling to get together and squeeze into every second.

When the taxi stopped, Zhang Ailin realized that it seemed a long way, but it only took more than half an hour.

She took out the only change left in her pocket to pay the fare, and then checked in the rearview mirror in front of the car whether there were any traces of the eye sockets where she cried, constantly adjusting the expression on her face.

When there was only peace in her eyes, she lightly patted Meng Wenjun's shoulder and read: "Ah Ding, we are here."

When subconsciously calling Meng Wenjun's nickname, Zhang Ailin was surprised to herself.

Fortunately, Meng Wenjun was not woken up.

She pushed him again and shouted, "Get up quickly, we're here!"

Meng Wenjun slowly opened his eyes, just in time for the sunlight projected from the car window to hit his face.

He raised his hand, stretched his waist, yawned, took out his mobile phone, and wanted to pay the fare.

"I've already given it." Zhang Ailin said while pushing the car door open.

Meng Wenjun thanked the driver in a hurry, got out of the car and ran to Zhang Ailin's side, holding the car door for her.

"It's not as attentive as you." Zhang Ailin said angrily.

Meng Wenjun shrugged and replied, "Then you don't usually pay attention to observation."

"Don't be poor." Zhang Ailin finally stepped out of the car with her left leg and landed on the ground unsteadily.

"Take care of yourself." Meng Wenjun quickly reached out to help her.

But she was pushed away by Zhang Ailin who stood firm and said, "That's what bothers you."

Meng Wenjun lowered his arms, with a smile on his face: "Try taking two steps?"

"..."

Meng Wenjun was choked up by a word, but the stubbornness in her heart drove her to fight for this indifferent face.

As he said that, he strode his legs vigorously, endured the pain all over his body, and walked hard step by step.

Meng Wenjun quickly took out the luggage from the car and ran to chase Zhang Ailin.

"I'm wrong, can't I?"

"..."

"Don't go, don't go, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"roll."

"I admit that I was wrong, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"roll!"

When she finally walked into the elevator, Zhang Ailin let out a long sigh of relief.

The whole body is like the pain that all the bones have been removed and reinstalled.

Meng Wenjun also got on the elevator.

Re-entering the building, an inexplicable weight weighed on Zhang Ailin's heart, as if the air between breaths contained a high concentration of heavy metals.

Meng Wenjun took out the key from his pocket, and also took out two blue candies.

On the day she hurriedly sent Zhang Ailin to the ambulance, Grandma Chan stuffed it in Meng Wenjun's clothes.

He gave Zhang Ailin one and said, "Grandma Chan gave it to me that day."

Zhang Ailin took it and murmured, "She really likes making this candy."

Her words overlapped with the sound of the door lock turning.

Pushing open the door, what caught the eye was the neat furnishings in the room.

All the windows were opened and closed as far as possible, and the sunlight and the breeze came in from the windows together, rolling in the huge room.There was a smell of the sun in the air.

Meng Wenjun came back early to clean up, cleaned up the objects lying on the ground, and wiped away the blood that had solidified on the ground.

"What do you want to eat?" Meng Wenjun held the door with his hand, lowered his head to change his slippers.It's as good as your own home.

"Egg fried rice." Zhang Ailin replied without hesitation.

Meng Wenjun turned his head to look at her, and said, "The request is so low?"

After finishing speaking, he had already walked into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door behind him.

Zhang Ailin saw Meng Wenjun's vague shadow moving back and forth on the frosted kitchen door.The color of the shadow, deep and light, light and deep, matched with the humming of the range hood.

A huge, heavy, unspeakable emotion crept up belatedly.When she recovered, she suddenly found herself crying again.

It took a long time for Zhang Ailin to distinguish clearly, that kind of sadness is called grievance.

After a long time, Meng Wenjun came out of the kitchen with a plate in his apron: "It's time to eat."

Zhang Ailin leaned over to the table and looked at the plate of fried rice on the table, which made the table even more empty and useless.

"It's really so stingy, I only cook fried rice." Zhang Ailin picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and filled a bowl full for Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun took off his apron, looked at Zhang Ailin and smiled: "You are so mean. Obviously you ordered the recipe yourself."

Zhang Ailin smiled and added another bowl to herself, without saying a word.

The sunlight hit the dining table, making their little happiness almost glow.

"...Did you not add salt?"

"How is it possible? I put a lot of it."

"It's as light as plain water."

"If you don't cook, don't make so many artistic comments!"

"Hurry up."

"..."