string sound dream lovesickness

You smiled silently and didn't say a word to me, but I feel that for this, I have been looking forward to it for a long time.

——Mo Qingxian

The reason why pain hurts is because we want something. When the desire in our heart does not meet the expected standard, the pain will show its strength.

Meng Yuannian felt a little tight in the chest and out of breath. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, so he had no choice but to open his eyes desperately.When he opened his eyes, a sudden white light pierced his eyeballs "swish". For a moment, his world was pure white, he could neither see nor hear anything.

He drooped his eyelids and squinted to look at his chest, and Mo Qingxian's fluffy head fell into his eyes.He slowly turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, white walls, white sheets and quilts, light yellow bedside table with white enamel cups and a verdant pothos on it.Half-open windows, rusty copper-colored window frames, and beige orchid curtains that block most of the space.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at his condition carefully again. On the left side of the head stood a salt water rack, and there was still a small half of the dripping liquid in the transparent glass medicine bottle on it, and a steel needle with tape was stuck on the back of his left hand.He tried to move his fingers, feeling a little stiff and cold.He turned his head and looked at Mo Qingxian who was lying on the other side curled up in a ball close to him, his head unconsciously pressed against his chest, and both hands were still holding his right arm.Looking at Mo Qingxian's awkward sleeping position, Meng Yuannian couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"Ah Yuan?" The slight laughter woke up Mo Qingxian, who was in his sleep, and he suddenly raised his head like a frightened rabbit, looking fixedly at Meng Yuannian.He moved his lips, as if he had a lot to say, but he couldn't utter a single word. He just kept crying and couldn't stop it.

"Why are you crying, am I fine?" Meng Yuannian said slowly with a little qi deficiency: "Don't cry, my brain hurts from crying."

Sure enough, Mo Qingxian stopped crying immediately, and nervously approached Meng Yuannian's face: "A Yuan, where is your pain? I'll call you a doctor."

"Don't..." Meng Yuannian gently pulled him back, his voice slightly tired: "Don't run around, just stay here for a while, I want to hear what you have to say."

"Okay, I won't run around, I'm not going anywhere." Mo Qingxian lay on the bed strings against Meng Yuannian's body, buried his head in Meng Yuannian's shoulder, and muttered in his mouth. : "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be where A Yuan is."

Meng Yuannian really wanted to ask how he got to the hospital, but he was really out of energy. He talked to Mo Qingxian drowsily for a while, then fell asleep again.I was still thinking about it before going to bed, so I’ll ask again when I wake up.