Dip in fire

The doctor said that Zhang Weilan's condition was basically stable and there was no need to consider surgery for the time being. Zhong Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Zhang Weilan had to suffer for a few days if she wanted to fast from food and water.

When a person gets sick, he becomes haggard. Zhang Weilan was born pale, and it is even more glaring to suffer from this life. That good-looking face is completely unsightly.Not to mention Zhong Ning, it hurts my eyes no matter how I look at it, I might as well go blind.

The Chinese New Year is about to come, and the streets are buzzing with the smell of the New Year, and even the cold wind can stir up a bit of excitement.

On a good day, Zhong Ning's feet became hysterical, and he couldn't stand upright.

Zhong Ning got up early today, before the sun was bright, he took Zhang Weilan's hotel key card to get a change of clothes.After everything was packed, he took the bag to the hospital. After he asked about Zhang Weilan's condition, he had to put his head outside for a while... Only at noon did he enter Zhang Weilan's ward.

Zhang Weilan was lying on the bed, just as Zhong Ning pushed the door open, Zhang Weilan opened his eyes and smiled at Zhong Ning with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Zhong Ning was silent, closed the door, put a bag of change of clothes into the closet, walked to Zhang Weilan's bed and sat down.

"Why this expression?" Zhang Weilan looked carefully at Zhong Ning's face and asked.

"..." Zhong Ningxin said, "I still want to ask you, why do you still look like this?"

——The doctor said that the situation has improved, where is the improvement?This person went up, down, left, and right, and he obviously couldn't see the slightest improvement.

No wonder Lin Daiyu can provoke so many heartbreaks and pity, is it okay not to be heartbroken?Is it okay not to feel sorry?This lowering of the head is too evil, and it is impossible to resist it with only a human body of flesh and blood.

"How do you feel? Does your stomach hurt? Are you still dizzy? What's wrong?" Zhong Ning asked, frowning.

Zhang Weilan said softly, "No, I'm fine."

Zhong Ning immediately wanted to scold—"What a fart."

Zhong Ning sighed.

The air was quiet for a while, and Zhang Weilan suddenly asked knowingly: "Looking at me like this, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Ning's eyelids twitched vigorously, he stared at Zhang Weilan, and after a while he said, "Where did you learn this trick?"

Zhang Weilan blinked, looked away, his eyelashes drooped in frustration and pain, and he said in a low voice, "I have no other choice."

Zhong Ning: "..."

Within 2 minutes after sitting down, Zhong Ning wanted to leave.It's a shame that the buttocks can't be lifted.

"You..." Zhong Ning closed his eyes, his brain short-circuited, and his mouth began to gibberish, "Don't you need to go back to the South for the Chinese New Year?"

He was digging his own grave and asked an unlucky question, because after that, Zhang Weilan was silent for a while, and then asked Zhong Ning in frustration: "Are you upset and want to drive me away?"

Zhong Ning felt that he had been thrown into a big steaming oil pan and was being fried from side to side by the fire.He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, covered his mouth and said, "Maybe you have a little conscience."

Zhong Ningqian donkey was so poor that he could only hate him: "I don't have it, I don't have it."

"I'm sorry." Zhang Weilan whispered.

Zhang Weilan said: "I don't need to go back to the south, I will be alone when I go back. Should I go to Xiaohuan's house and live with Xiaohuan's uncle and aunt?"

Zhong Ning couldn't help but touch the root of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Then you..."

How did you spend the new year?How do you live alone?

"The past few years were quite busy, and I stayed at the company several times." Zhang Weilan pursed her lower lip, and said lightly, "I spent it here last year. I found a hotel near the old city and stayed for four years. God, I didn't find you."

Zhang Weilan swallowed her saliva as she spoke, hurting her chapped and fragile throat.

"Okay. Don't keep talking." Zhong Ning finally stood up. He paused, bent slightly, and unconsciously moved his fingertips, "You'd better sleep a little longer. The doctor said you had a low fever last night, Now......"

Zhong Ning shut up.Zhang Weilan stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and lightly grabbed Zhong Ning's hand.Just grab it once and let go, quickly.

Zhang Weilan said, "It's okay, don't worry."

Zhong Ning took a breath from the bottom of his lungs, and exhaled slowly: "Then you can sleep for a while."

There was a battle between heaven and man in his mind for a while, and he finally smoked himself. The nerve tube that was no longer in ruins in his hand was owed, and Zhang Weilan pulled the quilt.

As soon as Zhong Ning finished speaking, Zhang Weilan closed her eyes without saying a word.Zhong Ning pressed his hand against the edge of the table, and slowly leaned his body against the edge of the table. ——Zhang Weilan is too good at pushing him, he is not so difficult to hold on.

Zhang Weilan was so quiet, neither making noise nor crying out.When Zhong Ning came to the hospital, he had seen many patients, passed through many wards, and heard moaning in pain... If Zhang Weilan was tossing a few times on the bed now, or calling twice occasionally, Zhong Ning might not so uncomfortable.

It's because Zhang Weilan doesn't know how to do that, and it's because Zhang Weilan suppresses all her sorrows... Zhang Weilan is clearly the same as before, except for those humble words to Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning looked at that calm and sickly face, and thought: "You are really sent by God to treat me."

Zhong Ning stood beside Zhang Weilan's bed for about ten minutes. He felt that Zhang Weilan was fast asleep, so he left the ward, ready to give himself a casual meal.But you have to splash your face with cold water first to wake up.

As soon as Zhong Ning left, the door was closed, and Zhang Weilan opened his eyes. ——He was just pretending, he wasn't asleep at all.

Zhang Weilan guessed that Zhong Ning couldn't bear it, and she couldn't bear him now, but Zhang Weilan couldn't figure out how far he should push him.Is it tight?But it may not be so easy after he recovers from his illness.

"It's better to be sick all the time." Zhang Weilan thought dangerously, and after thinking about it, she felt that she should slap herself.

What is he thinking?Why couldn't he hold back his temper and wait for Zhong Ning to turn around?Why is he...how is he so dirty.

Zhang Weilan was not good enough for Zhong Ning back then, and she is still not good enough for Zhong Ning now.He knew very well that he was not worthy of even a single star.Zhong Ning is so warm and beautiful.I only blame Zhang Weilan's dirty thoughts, which have been flooded over the years, and it is hard to get rid of it.

Loneliness is the cruelest chronic terminal disease. It gnaws at the bones of a person bit by bit in a matter of seconds, and gradually damages the body and soul into a diseased state.Zhang Weilan is seriously ill—if there is no Zhong Ning again...

Let him delay Zhong Ning for the rest of his life, let him harm Zhong Ning for the rest of his life.He is guilty, unforgivable.

Zhang Weilan turned her head to look out the window, the sun was pouring wantonly, not afraid of the cold weather.

Xiao Huan's phone call came.

Zhang Weilan took out the mobile phone under the pillow, feeling a little helpless.

He has hung up on Xiao Huan's phone three times in the past two days, but this girl doesn't care at all about sticking her hot face to her brother's cold ass, and continues to call and send text messages heartlessly. Long-winded.

Zhang Weilan has no choice but to get through. The call this morning was not answered. If he doesn't answer...

"Brother." Xiao Huan called out, and she didn't even have a temper when she was too full to shut the door, "Brother?"

"Yeah." Zhang Weilan responded in a low voice. He felt uncomfortable talking, and he didn't want to talk too much, otherwise Xiao Huan would listen to too much, and maybe there would be something wrong.

"Brother, what are you busy with? I have been calling you for the past two days and you have been hanging up, and you have not responded to me when you send messages." Xiao Huan complained a little bit aggrieved, "If you are so perfunctory... ..."

No matter how perfunctory she is, Xiao Huan can't do anything about it.Zhang Weilan has always been hard-pressed. Just being sure that her brother is still alive is enough.

"Brother Chi told me that he gave you annual leave and hasn't arranged for you to work recently. What are you doing there?" Xiao Huan had a clear mind and was always worried about Zhang Weilan, so she asked insincerely, " The last time I was ill, I didn't recover quickly, how is it now?"

Zhang Weilan: "..."

Good little girl, she must be a ghost.If she wanted to hide it from Xiao Huan, she would definitely not be able to hide it, Zhang Weilan sighed, helpless, she frowned slightly and said: "You are such a big girl, what are you doing clinging to your brother all day long?"

A word has to reveal stuffing.From voice to tone, Xiao Huan's ghostly ears can definitely hear it.

Sure enough, Xiao Huan paused, and said rather forcefully, "I knew it. I knew you were like this again. You always do it!"

She didn't make it clear whether "this" counted as "what kind". Anyway, Zhang Weilan knew that Xiao Huan was going to talk nonsense again, so she meddled in her own business: "Where are you? A hotel? A hospital?"

"..." Zhang Weilan was really tired, and didn't want to explain a word, "Don't make trouble, I want to rest."

"I'll tell Mom right now, I'll book a plane ticket to find you." Before Zhang Weilan hung up the phone, Xiao Huan said quickly.

Zhu Ying has been benevolent all these years, and she wholeheartedly treats Xiao Huan as her own, and Xiao Huan has not let her down.Xiao Huan has been very good at looking at her face since she was a child, and she can see her delicate and soft mind even if her mind is naive. In the early years, she has shortened her address for Zhu Ying from "aunt" to "mother".

For the Chinese New Year, Zhang Weilan will not let her make trouble, and said in a low voice: "Zhang Yanhuan." Heng Wan coughed twice in anger.

Xiao Huan silenced.

The two brothers and sisters stalemate for a while, Xiao Huan sniffled her nose on the phone, her voice sounded like she was about to cry: "Brother, it's Chinese New Year, I can't let you get sick, you're in the north alone. I'm your sister."

Zhang Weilan's heart softened for a moment, this girl... Zhang Weilan breathed lightly and whispered a word, as if afraid of disturbing the winter sun outside the window.

He suddenly said without beginning or end: "I found him."

There was no sound from Xiaohuan's end for a long time.Zhang Weilan didn't hang up the phone either. He was so patient for the first time. He held the phone in his hand, turned his head sideways, and pressed the phone between his ear and the pillow.

Xiao Huan finally spoke up, and she asked, "Is that him? Brother Zhong Ning?"

"Ah."

Xiao Huan sniffed her nose even harder.

When she left that year, she was still young and didn't know anything.But she grew up slowly. As the only person who stayed by Zhang Weilan's side these years, although Zhang Weilan kept silent, Xiao Huan had long understood.

She could understand what her only brother looked like.She didn't dare to compare her heart with her heart, because as soon as she put herself in, she would immediately fall apart.

That is a person who has almost no contact with the world, and his emptiness is longer than day and night.His life is disqualified, every day and night, the body only lives in rotation according to the rules of society, and the soul is housed in eternal loneliness, never really happy.

This extremely lonely person suffers for a long time, being neglected all year round, relying on exhaustion and the search for fantasy to consume his life.

The carrying capacity of the human heart is limited, and that "limit" is always difficult for others to guess.The strangers in the world are well-dressed and well-dressed, who knows whose inner being is riddled with holes, festering and decaying?

Xiao Huan has a pair of big eyes, staring at her brother, looking around, seeing through and not seeing through, she is so frightened that she wished she could use her superpowers and walk around all day long.But Zhang Weilan just put on a sullen face and told her not to look for trouble.

Now.Fantasies become dreams, and dreams may come true.The light that breaks the night is really found by the black dawn.

"He will take care of you?" Xiao Huan asked, according to the sour movement, the snot may have been eaten into his mouth.

"He will." Zhang Weilan chuckled, and asked his sister helplessly, "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry." The sniffling sound was very long.

"Then I won't call you, but I will send you a text message to ask you. If you feel better, send me an emoji, whatever you want, and you must tell me if there is anything else." Xiao Huan cleared her throat , and quickly said, "Then what, I'm dead. Brother, you don't need to talk, take a good rest."

With a beep, the phone was hung up.Zhang Weilan didn't move, the phone was still sandwiched between her face and the pillow.He closed his eyes and fell asleep right away this time.

"He will take care of you?"

"He can."

Even when reality was dying, the answer came out effortlessly.It is full of vitality and has a kind of magic, which makes the cowardly people brave and determined in an instant.

Shen Meng recalled the past spring, summer, autumn and winter, and broke off the tears and laughter of the teenagers.Zhang Weilan had searched for too many adjectives to describe Zhong Ning, but unfortunately they were all barren.That Zhong Ning...

That Zhong Ning will always be his God.