impatience

"Luo Fei..." Mo Ziyi opened his mouth. He called Luo Fei's name, but he couldn't make a sound.

It seemed that Ding Yan's crying could not be heard clearly, there was a faint yellow light and shadow in her vision, and the air was full of the smell of blood.

Mo Ziyi didn't know how those people broke in. He just stood up shaking, holding Luo Fei, breathing mechanically, and tears kept streaming.

Someone came to separate him from Luo Fei. Mo Ziyi held Luo Fei tightly and refused to let go. He was in a daze and didn't know what to do. The only hope was to hear Luo Fei answer himself, even if it was just a word. .But Luo Fei's chin rested on his shoulder, and the two of them were so close, Mo Ziyi didn't hear him make any sound. The surrounding environment was too chaotic, and Mo Ziyi didn't even know whether Luo Fei was still breathing. way to identify.

"If you delay it any longer, it will really kill you!"

I don't know who said such a sentence, Mo Ziyi seemed to be woken up, and tremblingly let go of his hand, Luo Fei was taken away, Mo Ziyi blinked blankly and wanted to see Luo Fei's face , but his eyes were swaying, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Someone came to support Mo Ziyi, he only felt that there were figures moving like hallucinations in front of him, and felt his palms were wet, he lowered his head, and through his blurred tear eyes, he saw the blood on his hands.

His throat was so hollow that he couldn't make any sound, Mo Ziyi's lips opened and closed, and then his vision suddenly fell into a darkness with no end in sight, his whole body went limp, and he passed out.

Mo Ziyi had a dream. He dreamed that Luo Fei was standing in front of him, with a smile on his lips, reaching out to touch his face, and then a gunshot sounded. Mo Ziyi lowered his head and saw that Luo Fei's chest was bleeding. Blood.

He raised his head in panic, and saw Luo Fei smiling at him, moving his lips, as if vaguely saying: "Goodbye."

Mo Ziyi opened his mouth, but his consciousness and voice seemed to be separated. He clearly knew what he was talking about, but he couldn't make a sound.

He watched Luo Fei disappearing before his eyes little by little, like a drifting cloud, unable to catch anything when he stretched out his hand.He only felt that there was nothing under his feet, and his body was falling straight down, with a terrifying sense of weightlessness. In the end, there was a roar in his head, his consciousness collapsed instantly, and his thoughts and body fell into the unknown darkness together.

When Mo Ziyi woke up again, he was in the hospital.

It was noon, but with the curtains drawn, the light in the room was not dazzling. Mo Ziyi blinked and wanted to speak, but his voice was still hoarse.

He struggled to sit up and found that the layout of this ward seemed unusual, it should be an advanced ward of a private hospital.

Someone came in.

Mo Ziyi knew him, although only once.

Uncle came over, picked up the water glass beside the bed, helped him get a glass of warm water, and handed it over.

Mo Ziyi took it, raised his head and drank it all, and then he could make a reluctant voice: "Thank you..."

"You're fine, it's just that you were so frightened and stimulated that you fainted," said the uncle.

The scene in the early morning was quickly pieced together in his mind, and the last scene with blood on his hands couldn't be erased. Mo Ziyi's heartbeat was like a rapidly accelerating drumbeat, and the hand holding the cup trembled violently. He raised his head , and asked in a low voice: "How is Luo Fei?"

"Take a good rest and leave the hospital in the afternoon." The uncle sighed and patted his head, "Luo Luo definitely hopes you are well."

"What do you mean..." Mo Ziyi grabbed his uncle's sleeve, his voice trembling, "Please tell me, what happened to Luo Fei?"

He didn't dare to think that the scene of Luo Fei being shot and the smell of blood in the air were so clear, like a nightmare that he couldn't recall, but when he opened his eyes, he found that this nightmare was a bloody reality.

He never thought about what would happen if Luo Fei died.

Luo Fei is so tall, always tall and straight, vivid and real in his life, Mo Ziyi has seen him with the most gentle eyes, the prettiest smile, hugged and kissed by him, and confessed by him that "I like it" ".Last night's "I love you" lingering between life and death under the dim light, and his soft and serious expression are all memories that cannot be forgotten in Mo Ziyi's mind.

And the makers of these memories are still alive and dead at this moment.

Mo Ziyi often feels weak and confused because of the entanglement between himself and Luo Fei, but the only thing that is clear all the time is that he cannot accept Luo Fei disappearing from his life.

If it's just that we can't be together, if Luo Fei marries someone else and has children, it doesn't matter if their lives are separated forever and they become passers-by, because there is always a possibility to meet again, and say "Long time no see" plainly, at least this People can still intersect with themselves again, no matter what kind of intersection, at least they can see each other's eyes again.

And death is long and irreversible. Even if you live the rest of your life in regret and tears, there is no way to change it.

What's more, this person is the one Mo Ziyi loves.

He couldn't accept, couldn't accept that yesterday's side was the farewell between Luo Fei and himself. When Luo Fei wiped his tears, the touch of his fingertips seemed to be still on the skin under his eyes. He still wanted to hold those hands, but he hadn't faced him yet. Tell Luo Fei clearly: I love you.

Uncle didn't speak, Mo Ziyi lost all strength in his hand, and the water glass in his hand rolled down the quilt and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"What's wrong with him..." Mo Ziyi's dry eyes filled with tears, which should be as clear as rain in the desert, but at the moment they are full of despair, "Can you tell me?"

The uncle patted Mo Ziyi's hand on his sleeve lightly, and said softly, "You live well, and you will see Luo Luo again."

Hearing these words, Mo Ziyi's tense breathing suddenly relaxed, his heart seemed to be filled with boiling blood, and his whole heart started beating again.He took a long, trembling breath, closed his eyes and sucked his nose, then opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little red, he looked at his uncle and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for him."

Nothing matters anymore, as long as Luo Fei is alive, as long as he can see him again, that's all.

"Damn it, what's my uncle doing? He's touching his head and hands, isn't he doing it on purpose?" Luo Fei looked at the surveillance video on his phone, chewing an apple while cursing.

"Are you human? You even eat your uncle's jealousy?" Fu Sicheng took the mobile phone off the quilt, "Okay, let's take care of your wounds, and when you recover soon, you can see your little Mo."

"Would you kill me if you let me look at you a few more times?" Luo Fei glared at him, "If it wasn't for my hand injury, I'd have to get up and beat you fucking."

The shot missed the heart, and Luo Fei had already realized it when he heard the sound of the bullet being loaded, so the final aiming position of the gun was shifted due to Luo Fei's turning movement, and it hit his arm.

When Luo Fei was shot and fell into Mo Ziyi's arms yesterday, Luo Fei didn't deliberately keep silent to make Mo Ziyi worry.At first it was just a sore arm, but after a while it started to be in severe pain. Luo Fei couldn't even breathe, and he didn't have the energy to speak at all, and he didn't want to scream, he was afraid of scaring Mo Ziyi.He wanted to reach out and pat Mo Ziyi on the back, but Mo Ziyi hugged him too tightly, his palm accidentally pressed on Luo Fei's wound when he moved in a panic, Luo Fei's eyes almost went black at that time He really passed out and could only grit his teeth to barely support his body.

When he arrived at the hospital, Luo Fei was pushed into the operating room to take the bullet. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones very much. After the operation, he was grounded by his uncle and was not allowed to do anything.

At that time, Mo Ziyi was still half asleep, and Luo Fei was pushed by Fu Sicheng in a wheelchair. The two threatened the younger brothers who were guarding at the door of the ward, and got 5 minutes of free time.

The two of them entered Mo Ziyi's ward, Luo Fei was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at his slightly frowning sleeping face, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and gently pressing between his eyebrows, trying to massage the wrinkled skin flat.

The morning light faintly diffused in through the curtains, and the ward was quiet and dimly lit.Under the clear light blue tone, Mo Ziyi still frowned stubbornly, and his long eyelashes trembled from time to time, as if he was having a very bad dream.Luo Fei also knew that he was frightened, so he rubbed his face with the back of his finger, as if to comfort him gently and carefully.

Then he stood up, lowered his head closer to the pillow, and kissed Mo Ziyi lightly on the forehead, almost reverently.

"Okay, go back and lie down quickly. You just finished the operation, so standing like this will easily affect the wound." Fu Sicheng couldn't stand Luo Fei's gentle look, and urged him.

Luo Fei pursed his lips and looked at Mo Ziyi seriously for a few seconds, then sat back on the wheelchair.

Until the two of them left the ward, Luo Fei said leisurely: "If you were louder and disturbed him in the ward just now, I will let you heal with me."

Fu Sicheng pushed the wheelchair peacefully: "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time, just forgive me once, and keep my healthy body to keep warm."