The years you healed

In the evening, the two of them went back to their rooms.

Wu Qi couldn't help but began to guess the reason why Jiao Chenxi was strange at that time.

Although such thinking is unreasonable, he still can't help but think about whether there is something he has done badly or something that is offensive.

That night, on Wu Qi's letter paper, he wrote down a line.

"I think……"

He hesitated for a few minutes, then wrote down slowly.

"I want to know more about you, but I always feel that sometimes... I am far away from you."

On the other side, Jiao Chenxi didn't stay idle after returning to his room. He first consulted some professional books and then looked at medical materials.

"Patients start to experience varying degrees of anxiety during healing."

Jiao Chenxi stared at the computer screen seriously, and gently pushed down his glasses with his fingers.

Wu Qi's symptoms do not belong to typical depression, and he obviously does not have such serious delays or even obstacles in daily life and conscious actions.

Even the frequency of disease outbreaks is relatively low.

Jiao Chenxi didn't dare to easily judge whether this situation was an optimistic phenomenon.

It is also possible that Wu Qi just avoided himself because of a more special case, or when he was ill.

Jiao Chenxi was so busy that he finally took off his glasses in the middle of the night, squeezed the center of his brows twice before getting ready to go to bed.

Early the next morning, it was cloudy.

Early on the third day, the sun was still out.

Day [-]...

It was cloudy and rainy for several days in a row, and naturally there was no chance to realize the expected sunny day outing.

It was as if God did not approve of their activity.

So in the morning of the unknown day.

"what--"

Jiao Chenxi yawned and walked downstairs, and saw Wu Qi waking up early and sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV in front of him in a daze.

Jiao Chenxi os: What time is it?How long has he been sitting here?Are you insomnia again?

He frowned thinking so, and then walked over.

"Xiaoqi, when did you wake up?"

Hearing this, Wu Qi looked at Jiao Chenxi wearily.

"I couldn't sleep last night."

"Sure enough—" Jiao Chenxi took a breath.

"Have you not slept all night?"

Wu Qi nodded listlessly.

Jiao Chenxi paused, and sat beside him quietly.

"Recently... what's on your mind? Would you like to talk to me?"

Wu Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he frowned, like a confused child.

"I don't know, it seems that nothing happened, but it just made me unable to breathe."

Wu Qi caressed his chest, as if every breath he exhaled was extremely difficult.

The emptiness and hopelessness in his eyes fell in Jiao Chenxi's eyes, he didn't know what he had been burdening all this time to become so helpless and sad.

Jiao Chenxi gently hooked Wu Qi's shoulders and sent him into his arms, then wrapped his arms around him, and patted him on the back.

"Don't hold back anything in your heart, it will be better to say it."

The sudden hug caused Wu Qi to fall into a brief astonishment, he froze in place helplessly, his thoughts, together with his hands, hung in the air.

"In the future, if you have any troubles, just tell me, and the troubles will be reduced by half."

Jiao Chenxi's voice muffled from his ears, this feeling was like a ray of faint sunlight shining into his world——

You can see it but you can't touch it, you can feel it but you can't touch it.

That night, after Jiao Chenxi packed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, his stomach began to churn.

Wu Qi, who was still sitting at the dining table, noticed something strange about Jiao Chenxi.

"what happened?"

"Stomach is uncomfortable." Jiao Chenxi frowned.

Finally, after struggling for a few rounds, I headed to the bathroom.

Wu Qi followed him with his eyes, and when he heard the sound of closing the door, he turned back silently.

Looking at the fruit plate in front of him, Wu Qi touched an apple, and slowly took out the fruit knife placed beside him.

He held it in his hand and looked at it, and then began to peel the skin. He was a little slow, and his speed was half slower than ordinary people, and he peeled to the end.

Seeing that the apple was about to be peeled, his finger was accidentally cut by the sharp blade.

"..."

Wu Qi stared blankly at his finger bleeding, but felt no pain at all.

'Why doesn't it hurt? '

He put down the apple, and the surface of the flesh touched by the wound was stained red.

Wu Qi held the bleeding fingertips in his mouth, and he didn't feel the fishy smell that should have flowed into his mouth.

'Am I still alive?Am I already dead? '

Wu Qi turned his gaze slowly again, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

He pulled the cuff of his left arm, and his strong arm was immediately exposed in front of his eyes.

Involuntarily clenched the fruit knife with his right hand, he pointed the tip of the knife at the skin and slowly scraped it off cruelly.

The moment the knife tip pierced his skin, Wu Qi's heart was calm.

'no feelings--'

'Still don't feel--'

He slowly looked at his wrist again, and suddenly some bad thoughts came to his mind.

Just as he turned the blade to his wrist, the right hand holding the knife was suddenly grasped.

Wu Qi raised his head in a daze, and what appeared in front of his eyes was Jiao Chenxi's terrified expression.

"What are you doing? Do you know what you're doing!"

Jiao Chenxi was really anxious, and his voice could not help raising his voice.

Wu Qi lowered his head, the fruit knife he was holding tightly, but when he saw who it was, he immediately loosened his hand a little bit.

Seeing the situation, Jiao Chenxi quickly snatched the knife away and gave him a slight look.

"Being more and more disobedient! Come with me."

Originally reaching out to pull Wu Qi's wrist, seeing the many scars on his wrist, he changed his way and walked away holding his hand.

Taking him back to his room, Jiao Chenxi didn't dare to let go, so he dragged him with one hand, and with the other hand, he searched for the dressing tools in the drawer, muttering while searching.

"Where did it go? The box I put here... Ah! I found it."

After finding the tools, he took him to the bedside and sat down, and began to apply medicine and bandages to him.

From the beginning to the end, Jiao Chenxi's hand movements were gentle, but his brows were always tense and never relaxed.

"If you feel tired, let's stay at home and not go anywhere." Jiao Chenxi patted him on the shoulder and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Wu Qi gave a light "hmm" as a response.But the sight that fell on Jiao Chenxi never left, he spoke softly.

"Are... are you worried?"

"Yes." Jiao Chenxi admitted without hesitation, looked up at him with a frown, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Qi's eyes suddenly showed a bit of loneliness, he looked at Jiao Chenxi quietly, and shook his head slowly.

"It doesn't hurt."

Jiao Chenxi raised his eyes, and saw Wu Qi's eyes that had begun to become numb.

"Why can't I feel anything..."

Jiao Chenxi: "What?"

He had a bit of a headache, and he didn't know what Wu Qi was holding back in his heart, so that the situation became so bad for him in just a few days.

"I don't feel pain, not at all."

Wu Qi closed his eyes in pain, and then buried his head in his hands slowly into the bend of his knees.

Jiao Chenxi watched this scene, but vaguely began to worry that he was powerless.

A few months passed in a blink of an eye, and it was already the last month of this year.

During this period, Wu Qi's situation was up and down, but in the end it was within Jiao Chenxi's ability.

According to the recent period of time, Wu Qi's overall situation has generally improved compared to the self-harming behavior that night.

In the blink of an eye, the day before Christmas, Christmas Eve——

After a whole day and night of heavy snowfall, there were just signs of stopping.

Jiao Chenxi leaned against the window with his elbows resting on his chin, and his fingers tapped on the window sill.

"This year's snow seems to be thicker than before!"

After speaking, no one responded.

Jiao Chenxi was no longer surprised by this, he sat back on the sofa and sank himself lazily, his head just resting on Wu Qi's shoulder.

"Xiaoqi, do you want to build a snowman?"

Wu Qi hugged the book leisurely, slowly turned a page, and slowly uttered a sentence.

"No, it's cold outside."

"Wouldn't it be better to wear two more!" Jiao Chenxi rolled over and sat up, very interested.

"And this kind of heavy snow is rare in S City. If you miss this year, you will have no chance in the future!"

Wu Qi just wanted to continue to refute, and then realized that what he said was not unreasonable, and there was really no chance in the future.

Snow falls every year, but the two of them can't stay together all the time.

Thinking of this, Wu Qi looked at Jiao Chenxi resentfully.

The latter's heart is bigger than the sky, and he didn't think so much at all.Amused by Wu Qi's resentful and aggrieved expression, he burst out laughing.

"let's go!"

As he said that, like a child happily pulling Wu Qi's arm to pull him up from the sofa, he ran up the stairs by himself.

When he came down again, he was fully dressed, and he also took a set of down jacket, hat, scarf and gloves for Wu Qi.

In the small courtyard in front of the door.

Wu Qi, who has been a rich young man since he was a child, obviously doesn't know how to make a snowman, let alone how to have fun in the snow.

He held a small snowball in one hand and stood there blankly.

Jiao Chenxi next to him was skillfully bending over and rolling a big snowball to make a snowman.

"Xiaoqi, you also come to help!"

Wu Qi looked down at the little snowball in his hand, then slowly raised an arm and threw it towards Jiao Chenxi.

The snowball hit Jiao Chenxi's ass precisely, and the snowball blossomed instantly, turning into a pool of snow and falling to the ground in pieces.

"Tsk! Naughty!"

Jiao Chenxi pretended to give him an angry look from behind, grabbed a handful on the ground and threw them back, and threw them all at Wu Qi's feet, with almost zero lethality and deterrent effect.

Wu Qi also smiled and did not continue.I took the only little snowball left and went to the backyard.

Going around to a tree, picked up a few branches.

He put the remaining snowball on the ground gently, and pinched its head intimately.

One was not enough, so I carefully squeezed another snowman of about the same size.

Wu Qi squatted on the ground and looked carefully, frowning, feeling that something didn't look right.

So he made a gathering shape with the palm of his hand, gently pushed one of the little snowmen to the other side, and gently pressed his index finger against the heads of the two snowmen, and carefully gathered them together in the middle.

Then he patted the snow on his gloves contentedly.

"That's right."

The corners of Wu Qi's mouth slightly turned up, and he simply drew a mouth and eyes for the snowman, and then made arms for the snowman with a few miniature tree branches that he prepared just now.

The author has something to say: Please see the cover picture for details of the finished product of the little snowman (very serious and serious face)