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Fu Liangjing, who was still being lectured by Fu's father in the company, suddenly received a call from the hospital.

Hearing this, Fu Liangjing's expression gradually turned serious. Dad Fu felt something was wrong, and he was worried, but his face was still stern.

After explaining in a flustered tone on the other side of the phone, Fu Liangjing hung up the phone and rushed out of the company.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat, leaving Dad Fu who didn't know why, and ran out quickly.

When they arrived at the hospital, the bodyguards were guarding the operating room. Occasionally, a few nurses came in and out, and hurried to other rooms.

Fu Liangjing stopped one, but couldn't ask anything.

The two bodyguards explained the cause and effect to him, then lowered their heads, for fear that he would blame him.

After Fu Liangjing listened, he clenched his fists, unable to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

This is his own fault, why is it Chen Fu who bears the consequences in the end?

He really wished he could travel back to the past and strangle himself to death!

The one who bears everything for him will always be Chen Fu, and only Chen Fu silently gives everything for himself, only hoping to get a little love and trust from him. It was Chen Fu who blocked the knife for him at the beginning, and it was Chen Fu who invested in him Well, it was Chen Fu who ran the company for him without asking for anything in return, and now it is Chen Fu who pays for his youthful absurdity!

And what did he do!

The heart is getting more and more tormented as time goes by.

Fu Liangjing asked the bodyguard repeatedly, was Chen Fu seriously injured?Does it hurt?Are you in good health?

The bodyguard could only tell him that there was a lot of blood, and he didn't know if the injury hurt the vitals.

Fu Liangjing hugged his head, feeling regretful in his heart.

Minutes passed by.

In fact, it didn't take long, but that time was longer than a century for Fu Liangjing.

The doctor came out and took off the mask, and he breathed a sigh of relief to Fu Liangjing, "The patient has no major problems, but because of excessive blood loss, he is still in a coma, and he will wake up tomorrow."

Fu Liangjing lost all his strength and fell to the chair next to him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Chen Fu was pushed out of the operating room with a pale face and drips in his hands, and with his closed eyes he could still see his wrinkled forehead even in a coma.

Fu Liangjing wanted to touch him, but then the bed was pushed away by the nurses.

This big boy has been bruised all over by his torment.

Fu Liangjing froze in place, and finally cried out silently.

A lot happened in two days.

Those things, taken together, can overwhelm a healthy person.

Chen Fu thought that the worst thing was that he was stabbed by a crazy woman for no reason.

The next day he woke up in the blinding sunlight.

The abdominal wound was painful, and the body was heavier than when I woke up yesterday.

He had slept so long that his head was humming in protest.

Lying beside the bed was Fu Liangjing's head.

As soon as Chen Fu woke up, he was quickly awakened too.

He looked very tired, with heavy dark circles surrounding his eye sockets, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, his eyelids were swollen, his face was very haggard, and he looked at Chen Fu with a strange expression.

It was so strange that Chen Fu felt something was wrong in an instant.

"what happened to you?"

Fu Liangjing smiled ugly, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing."

"Then why is your face so ugly? By the way, where is Zhong Jiming?"

Fu Liangjing's eyes flickered uneasy, and he changed the subject, "You haven't eaten for two days, are you hungry? I'll go buy food for you."

He got up and wanted to leave, but Chen Fu hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Why do you look so ugly? Did something happen? Or am I hopeless?"

Fu Liangjing froze, and forced a smile, "Are you caring about me?"

Chen Fu then let go of his hand, "Go and buy food."

Fu Liangjing couldn't help but laugh.

But I was still relieved.

Before he reached the door, Chen Fu asked him again behind him: "Where's Zhong Jiming?"

Fu Liangjing didn't dare to speak out.

Chen Fu asked again with a heavy tone, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Where is Zhong Jiming?! You won't lock him up, will you?!"

Fu Liangjing turned his back to him, Chen Fu could not see the expression on his face, nor could he feel the sadness and entanglement in his heart.

He has been silent.

Chen Fu couldn't help it, he was so anxious that he forgot the wound on his body, and he wanted to get off the ground as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Fu Liangjing hurriedly stopped him and pushed him onto the bed.

Chen Fu stared into his eyes, asked again and again, his emotions became more and more intense, and he hated Fu Liangjing's silence to death.

Fu Liangjing's silent appearance aggravated his fear.

He asked several times and fell silent.

Fu Liangjing looked at him with a hint of sympathy, and that sympathy made Chen Fu's heart ache.

Fu Liangjing was silent for a long time.

It took him a long time to speak, and he held onto Chen Fu's hand tightly and did not let go, "I wanted to tell you when you recovered...you should be mentally prepared..."

Chen Fu's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He had to take countless deep breaths before he could weakly resist the coming bad news. Countless gasps, but he couldn't restrain his increasingly tense heartbeat.

"Zhong Jiming...today...around three o'clock in the morning...because of postoperative complications..."

Chen Fu stared at him intently, his eyeballs were protruding from their sockets, and his nails sank into Fu Liangjing's flesh, pinching the back of his hand.

"...the rescue failed and died."

The rescue failed.

Rescue is ineffective...death?

In an instant, Chen Fu even stopped breathing.

How can it be?

They were still holding hands in the ruins two days ago, fighting against the despair brought about by natural disasters together.

Obviously a week ago, he was still holding his hand in bed, softly saying that he liked him.

Obviously his smile is still in front of his eyes and cannot be dissipated.

This person was still alive and kicking and questioning him a few days ago.

With such an angry expression, full of life.

But now Fu Liangjing told him that Zhong Jiming was dead?

died?

"You lied to me, right..." Chen Fu gasped, his heart was tightened, and he was about to suffocate, "You are lying to me..."

"How is it possible...you lied to me..."

Seeing that his chest was heaving too much, Fu Liangjing became more and more agitated, and comforted him in a panic, "Yes, yes, I am lying to you, I am a bastard, calm down, I am teasing you, I am lying to you..."

"……You lied to me?"

"Yes, I lied to you."

"What about the other person? Where is he?"

Fu Liangjing froze for a moment.

Chen Fu seemed to be crying and laughing, his body trembling, "Is this the one who lied to me? How could this be...how could..."

Fu Liangjing could only remain silent, he didn't know how to answer Chen Fu's question.

He used to be jealous that Zhong Jiming was able to be with Chen Fu. He wanted to kill the man who hindered him countless times. He used to think that all his pain now was because of Zhong Zhiming.

If it were not for Zhong Jiming, maybe Chen Fu would not let go of his feelings for him, maybe he would still be qualified to stand by Chen Fu's side today.

But all the emotional disputes and entanglements between people are not worth the parting before death, the notice of critical illness, the moment when his breathing stops and his brain waves completely disappear.

At three o'clock in the morning, he watched his love rival die with his own eyes, completely disappearing from this world.

Ruyi gained the upper hand in a short time.

Then there was daze.

At that time, he really wanted to wake up Chen Fu, let him get up, let him see Zhong Zhiming's side for the last time, don't hate him.

But Chen Fu was still in a coma, he could only be forced to listen to Zhong Jiming's last words.

Chen Fu's painful expression kept flashing in his mind.

Even more desperate than five years ago.

Fu Liangjing still remembered the bloody arm bitten by him.

In order to prevent Chen Fu from harming himself like five years ago, Fu Liangjing guarded him every step of the way.

But his worry seemed unnecessary, because after Chen Fu got excited, he remained very quiet, quietly leaning against the head of the bed, sitting all the time, not saying a word, not moving.

There was no self-harm like five years ago, and there was no movement at all.

The quiet is a little scary.

Many years later, Fu Liangjing could still recall Chen Fu's appearance exactly at that time.

Sitting on the bed like a statue, maintaining that posture, expressionless, occasionally fingertips would tremble a few times, Fu Liangjing didn't seem to hear what Fu Liangjing said to him, only the ups and downs of his chest could prove this person It is indeed alive.

No one knew what he was thinking.

It may be reminiscing, reminiscing about the person who just passed away.

Or maybe you don't think anything, just wondering.

Maybe under his expressionless mask, there are turbulent waves that no one can imagine.

But Fu Liangjing also knew it clearly.

He was sad, overwhelmed with despair.

Chen Fu's thin and pale arms told Fu Liangjing that he really couldn't stand any more blows.

His shoulders are getting thinner day by day, and no one can be at peace when tortured by such things as feelings.

Even so, it cannot be exchanged for a little pity from God.

Fu Liangjing suddenly envied the dead Zhong Zhiming.

He saved Chen Fu and kept Chen Fu's lover forever.

Chen Fu will always have a place in his heart.

Chen Fu sat on the hospital bed for a whole day.

He hadn't eaten for a long time, and he didn't resist Fu Liangjing infusing him with nutrient solution, but didn't speak.

As long as he sat, Fu Liangjing guarded him for as long as possible. Finally, Chen Fu turned his head to look at the exhausted Fu Liangjing, and asked him, "Where is Zhong Jiming's... corpse?"

Such a calm Chen Fu almost made Fu Liangjing cry.

In the end he took him to the morgue.

The cold air in the mortuary seemed to be able to blow into the bones. The nurse led the two of them to a table covered with white cloth.

The white cloth was lifted, revealing Zhong Jiming's pale face.

The corpses were frozen.

Chen Fu just looked at it and didn't step forward to touch it.

He knew that this corpse would oxidize, rot, and disappear soon, and the face of this person would eventually become blurred and unfamiliar in his mind for a long time, until he was also swallowed by death.

I remember that in the American hospital, he did the same, silently sending away his only mother in this world.

The pain of parting from life and death can really be unforgettable.

Chen Fu felt his legs were shaking, so soft that he could hardly stand up.

Seeing this, Fu Liangjing who was next to him immediately supported him.

Chen Fu wanted to push him away, but his vision darkened and he passed out.

The author has something to say: I am also very sad about Comrade Xiao Zhong's death.