overdue lover

The Spring Festival in the hospital is equally lively, and the canteen has prepared dumplings for each ward.

Gu Yinmo opened the box with festive patterns printed on it, and a dozen white and fat dumplings came into view. The color was the same as that of the hospital bed, and it was terrifyingly pale.

Gu Yinmo won't take a second look at something that loses his appetite just by looking at it.

With a stiff face, he closed the box and threw it on the table beside the bed with a "snap", causing the vase on the table to tremble.

The noise of throwing things was so loud that it startled the people who were opening the door to come in.

Stepping on her high-heeled boots, she pushed the door lightly and walked in, accompanied by the fragrance of magnolia flowers. Before she saw anyone, Gu Yinmo could smell it.

"Hey, this is a big Chinese New Year, who are you angry with?" She took off her sunglasses, raised her chin and looked at Gu Yinmo on the bed with a sneer.

Gu Yinmo glanced at Dai Xingruo, too lazy to get angry with her.

If Dai Xing didn't mind Gu Yinmo ignoring him, he opened the lid on the table and took a look, then nodded and said, "I really don't have any appetite,"

Gu Yinmo turned his face sideways, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't want to come either," Dai Xingruo put his sunglasses into his bag, folded his arms around his chest and tilted his head to look at Gu Yinmo, "but I know something, I'm here to ask you for confirmation."

Gu Yinmo was too lazy to argue with her, "Say."

Dai Xingruo got straight to the point, and said in a very aggressive tone, "Why does Ji Qinglin have a problem with his respiratory tract?"

"Heh," Gu Yinmo looked into her eyes with a smile on his lips, and asked knowingly, "How do I know?"

"...you both encountered an avalanche at the same time, but only his respiratory tract was severely frostbitten. Anyone can see that something is wrong."

The ironic smile on Gu Yinmo's face was even worse, "You mean... I did it on purpose. I made Ji Qinglin keep talking to me on purpose, I made his respiratory tract hurt on purpose, and even the avalanche was made by me, right? ?”

Dai Xingruo was stopped by him, and he reacted loudly before retorting, "You are changing the concept! I was just asking you about Ji Qinglin's respiratory damage, which should not have happened, but now it happened to him, you Don't you feel guilty?"

Gu Yinmo glanced at Dai Xingruo's excited expression, and quickly looked away.

Dai Xingruo was right.

He did it on purpose.

During the avalanche, he woke up before Ji Qinglin, and there was a broken window device beside him, as long as he smashed the glass, he could escape.

But he didn't.

He leaned on the seat, checked up to where Ji Qinglin was, and then looked at it for a long time.

Ji Qinglin's anxious voice came to his ears clearly. He thought that Ji Qinglin could see him, but after hearing several calls, he realized that Ji Qinglin couldn't see the blind spot where he was.

He held his breath and listened to Ji Qinglin's voice from worry to anxiety, and finally to collapse.

He could feel the coagulation of blood and the gradual cooling of body temperature in the wound through the leg.

And that fool kept calling his name.

Gu Yinmo wanted to see what Ji Qinglin would do for himself this time.

The result is exactly the same as it was five years ago.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Dai Xingruo knew that he had been hit by his words, his expression changed, and he stared at Gu Yinmo's face bitterly for a few seconds.

"Gu Yinmo, you will have retribution." Dai Xingruo sniffled and emphasized his tone, "You will definitely have retribution."

Gu Yinmo had heard this childlike curse countless times, and he was already tired of it.

Even so, he still hooked the corners of his lips, and replied provocatively: "I have a good word from you."

Dai Xingruo felt that there was no need to continue the conversation, and he was about to leave with his bag. Before leaving, he turned around at the door, looked at Gu Yinmo who had no shame, and couldn't help asking: "What did Ji Qinglin do to you? It's worth you hating him so much. ?”

"Are you really happy that he looks like that?"

Gu Yinmo didn't answer, but just looked at her expressionlessly.

Dai Xingruo left angrily, the door slammed loudly, the nurses rushed out to see what was going on, and after confirming that Gu Yinmo was not hurt, the ward became quiet again.

Gu Yinmo lived on the top floor of the hospital building, looking out, the fireworks in the distance seemed to explode right in front of his eyes, extremely gorgeous.

The empty ward was at odds with the lively atmosphere around it.

For the first time, Gu Yinmo felt the loneliness that went deep into his bones.

He took out his phone, pressed a string of numbers he knew so well, halfway through, and then selected and deleted them all. Waiting for the phone screen to go dark, he repeated the previous operation, and finally he wrote down the complete number, but Whether to dial out or not has become a problem again.

Ji Qinglin's respiratory tract is damaged, so he can't speak.

He should not remember his number.

At this time, he may be asleep.

Gu Yinmo kept finding excuses for himself to delete the number, and in the midst of entanglement, the string of numbers was dialed out at some point.

This was probably Gu Yinmo's most embarrassing moment - before he could think of anything to say, Ji Qinglin picked up the phone.

If Gu Yinmo hadn't asked the doctor about Ji Qinglin's condition, he would have thought that Ji Qinglin sitting in a wheelchair when he woke up that day was his hallucination.

The joy of surviving the catastrophe could hardly conceal the silence between the two.

Gu Yinmo wanted to ask him a lot, but he didn't know where to ask him.

After calming down, he called out Ji Qinglin's name.

He could feel Ji Qinglin's emotional fluctuations, and there was a hint of sadness in his panic.

The past is deep, Gu Yinmo can't wish Ji Qinglin better and better against his will, and he can't see Ji Qinglin and others go away with generosity.

Since there is nothing to express, Gu Yinmo can only say Happy New Year to him.

This is our first year, Ji Qinglin?

How many more years shall we torture each other?

Gu Yinmo asked himself in his heart, while looking at the string of numbers with hate in his eyes, he also showed compassion and pain.

Hearing that Ji Qinglin was still holding back his fear and wishing himself a happy New Year pretending to be calm, Gu Yinmo's tight lips curved upwards—his baby was still so weak, innocent, and pitiful.

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On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Ji Qinglin packed up his things and prepared to go back while his mother was not at home.

The taciturn father took out a lot of vegetables and meat from the kitchen and asked Ji Qinglin to take them away.

Ji Qinglin had no choice but to look for plastic bags in the storage cabinet on the balcony.

There are many certificates and trophies on the upper shelf of the glove cabinet, all obtained by Ji Qinglin when he was in school.

He stopped in front of the glove cabinet, and at a glance saw the crystal trophy placed in the farthest corner, which was covered in a transparent cover.

The trophy image is the rising sun that is born along the coastline.

Ji Qinglin took it out, swept off the dust covered with his hands, opened the transparent cover, and on the front of the trophy was written "Rising Sun Cup College Student Track and Field Competition No. 1" in gold.

He took off the crystal trophy and looked down at the black base of the trophy.

After looking at it thoughtfully for a while, Ji Qinglin raised his hand and opened it.

The medal that was supposed to be inside was gone, only the white photo was upside down inside the base.

Ji Qinglin's right index finger stretched towards the photo trembled, and suddenly lost the courage to open the photo.

Just looking at it, Ji Qinglin bit her lower lip, her heart skipped a beat, as the moment she took the full photo, dusty memories rushed into her eyes.

The faces of onlookers on both sides of the track and field track were faintly visible. During the last section of the 3000-meter journey, what Ji Qinglin heard was ear-piercing tinnitus and his own heavy panting.

The 3000-meter race had already been decided, and people lost interest in watching the losers, and turned away to go to other events.

Enduring the pain all over his body, Ji Qinglin looked towards the finish line that no one was waiting for. The scorching sun burned his nerves, making him think that he would die on the runway.

But he still wanted to finish the run.

Because he promised Gu Yinmo that he would try to do something that he was not good at, even if it was only once, he would give it a try.

His mind was blank, and he only saw the red ribbon that had been broken into and fell crookedly on the runway.

Suddenly, a black figure flashed out of the crowd at the finish line.

He was wearing a black sweatshirt with a white headband, his wet mid-length hair was thrown back, exposing his full forehead, and his superior features glistened in the dazzling sunlight.

He waved vigorously at Ji Qinglin, shouting something.

Ji Qinglin didn't have the strength to distinguish his voice, but imprinted his movements in his memory.

In the following years, every time Ji Qinglin recalled that scene, he always guessed in his heart what Gu Yinmo said.

It's just that when he asked later, Gu Yinmo always used a kiss to prevaricate him or evaded his words, and in the end, he didn't have a chance to ask at all.

This photo was taken by his classmates, and he jokingly called it "the group photo of No.1 and the bottom one", Ji Qinglin secretly regarded it as the first photo of the two of them.

In the photo, Gu Yinmo is full of vigor and spirit, and the sharpness between his brows that belongs to young people will make Ji Qinglin's heart beat no matter how many times he looks at it.

The sound of the anti-theft door sounded, and Ji Qinglin felt guilty, and hurriedly put the photo in his pocket, and hurriedly put away the trophy.

He pretended to be nonchalant and turned around, but he was facing his father's slightly wide eyes behind his glasses.

Ji Qinglin's breathing was stagnant, he opened his mouth, searching his guts for an explanation.

Before he could figure it out, the mother who walked in from the outside had already appeared behind his father, looking at the stiff father and son, a little puzzled.

"What's going on? Why do you go to the balcony in such a cold day?" Liang Jing walked towards Ji Qinglin muttering.

Ji Qinglin hurriedly took out the plastic bag to show her, and said with a dry smile, "I, I'm looking for a plastic bag to put things in."

Liang Jing nodded, pulled her son out from the balcony, and asked Ji Qinglin to go downstairs with her to pick up eggs, saying that the eggs were on sale in the supermarket, and she bought several bags.

It's not a day or two that she loves petty gains, so Ji Qinglin had no choice but to follow her downstairs.

Before going out, he passed by his father, and the dull bald man suddenly stopped him.

"Are you... still together?"

In his father's inquiry, he was cautious and deliberately probing.

Ji Qinglin took a deep breath, turned his face to deny, "No."

Father held Ji Qinglin's wrist, as if being stimulated by something, his fingers were cold, "You, don't be angry with your mother, she is also doing it for your own good..."

For your own good.

Ji Qinglin has heard this sentence thousands of times, and he has heard it from almost everyone. He obeyed and even corrected his temper, but in the end, some people still blamed him for being ignorant and laughed at his stubbornness .

Ji Qinglin really had enough of these words.

He looked into his father's yellow and cloudy eyes again, and laughed, "You have no right to say such things."

【Speak】

Lao Gu is a little crazy now, that is to say

Good night in advance! ! !