The tangle after lingering

The sky gradually darkened, and the room was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

Suddenly the door was opened, and Shi Manlei who walked in called softly: "Xiao You."

No one answered, and there was no sound.

Shi Manlei walked into the bedroom, and when she saw the person huddled in the corner, she cried out in panic: "Ah!!!"

I saw that the clothes of the person in the corner were covered with dried blood stains, and the long smooth hair was messy in front of his face. The most frightening thing was the blood that was still flowing out of his face.

After seeing clearly that it was the real Li Xiaoyou, Shi Manlei hurried to her side, knelt down to support her precarious body, she frowned and asked, "Xiaoyou, why did you become like this? Wake up, answer me!"

Li Xiaoyou raised her pale face that was stained red with blood, and recognized Shi Manlei's face amidst the blush, she sobbed slowly: "Man Lei, he doesn't want me anymore...he doesn't want me anymore... ...What should I do? What should I do, my heart hurts, as if I was dug out alive."

Li Xiaoyou, who was in tears like rain, grabbed Shi Manlei's sleeve, crying more and more miserably, more and more sad: "He doesn't want to listen to my explanation...he told me that's the end of it! He doesn't love me no more, never love me again, never love me again, never..."

The hand holding the sleeve slowly slipped down, and the frail body began to lean to one side slowly.

Shi Manlei supported her limp body with all her strength, and kept shaking her, "Xiao You, what's wrong with you? Xiao You, wake up! Xiao You!"

hospital.

Shi Manlei wandered back and forth at the door of the operating room with anxious steps, seeing the doctor coming out, she immediately greeted him.

"Doctor, how is she?"

"The patient is being transfused."

She froze for a moment, and suddenly frowned, "Blood transfusion? How could it be so serious?"

"Fortunately, if the patient came a little later, his life would be in jeopardy. The wound on his forehead was about 4 to 6 centimeters, and the wound was very deep. The patient did not go to the hospital for cleaning and bandaging immediately. It's not easy."

After bowing her head in silence for a while, Shi Manlei asked again: "How about her eyes? After all, so much blood flowed into her eyes."

"After cleaning, there should be no major problems. Except that when the blood flows into the eyes, everything you see is scarlet, and there is nothing particularly harmful to the body."

"Thank you." After bowing slightly to the doctor, Shi Manlei took two steps back and slumped on the chair, sighing deeply.

Looking at the faint moonlight outside the window, she suddenly smiled wistfully: "Li Xiaoyou, who always looked down on others, finally fell into it for a man one day, and unknowingly lost the confidence and freedom she was always proud of." , should be happy or sad..."

Li Xiaoyou frowned uncomfortably under the glaring sunlight, but the sunlight relentlessly followed her gaze, forcing her to turn her head with difficulty. Going to the other side, she thought it would be more comfortable, but she didn't expect to touch the wound on her forehead, and severe pain instantly filled her whole body.

"Uh...it hurts!" Li Xiaoyou cried out in pain.

"Wow——" the curtains were drawn, Shi Manlei walked to the hospital bed, and asked softly with concern, "How are you doing, Xiaoyou? Does your forehead hurt? Are your eyes better?"

It seemed that the pain in a certain place was greater than the pain on the forehead, Li Xiaoyou with a blank face opened his eyes without any luster, and was stunned for a long time.

Her pale face lost any color, and her lips became dry and dry, as if she had changed into a different person overnight, becoming thin, decadent, depressed, and eclipsed.

"Xiao You..." Shi Manlei called out cautiously in her ear.

Looking at the ceiling without focus, her lips trembled slightly, Shi Manlei thought she was going to say something, but she shed tears before saying anything.

Tears slid down the corners of the eyes drop by drop, soaking the white pillow, leaving an indelible tear trail.

"He doesn't want me anymore..." The voice was low and trembling.

Painful and mournful, as if word by word hit my heart.