after the canary rebellion

Even after leaving the emergency room, Lin Mei was still in a dangerous state, with a high fever, and the shocking wound on his right hand tended to become inflamed, and the red pinch marks on his neck turned horribly purple. Next to the lifeless instrument.

The right hand was smeared with medicine, and the left hand was infused with nutrient solution. The infusion caused edema, and it was tied to the side to prevent the needle from moving.It should be uncomfortable, or feel insecure, clutching the bed sheet under her body, crumpling it into a crumpled ball.

"The patient is still too weak to make a video call." The nurse said, "You can visit after the lunch break, but it's best not to disturb his rest."

Song Heyan asked: "Then how long will it take for him to recuperate?"

The nurse seriously said to the idol who was so heavily armed that he was thought to be coming to the doctor for trouble: "The degree is very serious, and it may cause complications. It may take careful care for a lifetime."

"Complications?" Song Heyan said, "I was only told that he committed suicide and was sent to the emergency room by Xie Zaiyuan."

"Yes, Mr. Xie didn't leave until the patient was pushed out of the operating room." The nurse explained to Song Heyan, "The patient swallowed oleander leaves and was in critical condition three times when it was delivered."

Song Heyan sneered, knowing why Xie Zaiyuan didn't want to say it in person, but even with a guilty conscience, this person still looked calm, he didn't hesitate with him, and let others tell it directly.

"Then when can he wake up?" Song Heyan asked.

"He has woken up and is still very weak, so it is not recommended to talk to him." The nurse said.

Song Heyan sighed, and for the next three days, he came to visit Lin Mei every day, and sometimes other colleagues also came over, no matter who came, Lin Mei still looked like that, lying on the hospital bed in a daze.

Today, the ward will be transferred, from here to the general ward, and Song Heyan will come over to accompany her.

"Has Xie Zaiyuan visited him?" Song Heyan asked the nurse.

The nurse said: "Mr. Xie stays late every day before leaving."

"Oh." Song Heyan nodded, "Then can we not talk to Lin today?"

The nurse nodded, and Song Heyan saw that Lin was not being helped up by the nurse inside, took a few steps back, and followed him quietly to change the ward.

Did not live in a single room, it is said that Lin did not insist on living in a double room.It may be that I was excited at first, but I have been too lonely these days, and I have too many things in my heart. The mentality of worrying about gains and losses needs some enthusiasm to ease it.

Lin Wei was taken care of by doctors and nurses for several rounds, and Song Heyan didn't talk nonsense with him. These days, he was so angry that he lost his temper. Holding a box of thermos, he said, "Guess who made it for you?"

"The only one in our group who knows how to cook is Xiao Yin, except for me who is lying down." Lin didn't speak in a low voice because he had no strength.

"This time you are wrong."

Song Heyan opened the thermos and took out three boxes of lunch boxes, which contained salted egg yolk lean meat porridge, spinach with chicken broth, and stewed snow lotus with wormwood. He Lin did not introduce: "I ordered dine-in from the hotel specially. , When that person brings it up, I'll put it in my lunch box one by one and bring it to you."

"Everyone has come to see you one after another, but they are too busy to accompany you to mourn the spring and autumn, and you certainly don't want to be educated in turns like a cart wheel. Everyone, be less pretentious and more honest, hurry up Let's eat."

There was a smell of food, and the meals in the hospital were not as good as those cooked by star chefs, so Lin didn't feel a little hungry.

"You really care about him." The old man on the next bed said.

Song Heyan answered him: "Fortunately, I have been taken care of by him before. I hope he will always be grateful. The sky is falling, so don't continue to make the world die."

Lin didn't say: "You heat up this box, turn right when you leave the microwave oven."

"Oh." Song Heyan picked up the lunch box and left.

"Why did you live here?" the old man asked.

Lin didn't speak yet, when a doctor came in with a stethoscope, he saw that it was the doctor who bandaged his hand, and he was in charge of the old man in his clinic.

The doctor was also a little surprised and said, "What a coincidence, what's the matter with you?"

"Attempted suicide." Lin didn't tell the truth.

"Suicide?" The old man immediately criticized him after hearing this, "You don't take your own life seriously. I see that your friend is quite cheerful and eloquent. I didn't expect you to be overwhelmed."

Regarding the topic of life, Lin Mei had heard enough from his attending doctor in the past few days. He was afraid of pain, and no matter how desperate he was, he really didn't have the courage to do it.

He perfunctorily said, "I was wrong."

After checking the grandfather's body, this is the last room of the ward round. The doctor asked the nurse to leave first. He came over to see if Lin was not very thin. He looked mournful and pitiful.

His age was written on the bedside card, and he was only 26 years old. Looking at his publicized condition, he laughed. The 26-year-old was as if he had seen through life and death. The doctor said: "What setbacks can one encounter at such a young age? Toss."

"You're not old." Lin didn't look at him, he looked like he was in his early thirties at most.

After a while, his attending doctor brought a nurse to take Lin Mei's temperature and said that his fever had subsided, but he still needed to pay more attention to rest.

Lin Mei and his attending doctor recited what he wrote on his bedside card: "No oil, no smoking and alcohol."

"Yes, keep an eye on you." His attending doctor said, "I heard that you joked with the nurse the day before yesterday, saying that you wanted to eat hot pot."

"It's inevitable to be greedy." Lin didn't say.

"So think twice before doing things, why are you suffering so well." The old doctor said, "Xiao He, do you know him?"

The doctor named Xiao He said: "I bandaged his hands twice in one day, and the injuries were quite serious."

"Hey..." The old man next to him couldn't listen anymore.

Seeing that Lin Mei's face was dull, the attending doctor asked him what he had eaten for the night, and Lin Mei said: "Loving Bento, great tonic, it's being heated."

So the attending doctor left, Dr. He watched him for a long time, saw his lips turned pale, and said: "Eat more meat and animal offal, supplement iron, is your love bento here?"

"What love bento?" Xie Zaiyuan, who was standing at the door, paused, wondering.

He looked at Dr. He who was standing beside Lin Mo's bed, and then at Lin Mei who was wearing a hospital gown. The three of them didn't speak. At this moment, someone broke the deadlock behind him.

Song Heyan took the porridge he bought, and waited in line for too long, complaining, and then looked at Xie Zaiyuan, his whole body froze, and he was very hostile to Xie Zaiyuan.

The two of them knew each other, and at this time each probed into the other's mind.The two handsome guys with broad shoulders and long legs stood still. The old man looked at it and thought to himself, this is like filming an idol TV series, the difference is that the one lying on the hospital bed is a man, not a woman.

Dr. He said first: "The patient is hungry and wants to eat, you can drag it, but the door is blocked, I have to get off work."

Xie Zaiyuan came directly from the company. He was still wearing a suit, with one hand in his pocket and his shoulders tilted a little. Song Heyan walked into the room first, and then he followed behind.

Song Heyan opened the lunch box and asked, "You right hand, how do you eat?"

"Let the nurse feed you." Lin didn't tell the truth.

Song Heyan sat beside his bed and said, "Then shall I feed you?"

Lin didn't smile: "Please ring the nurse's bell."

The nurse came quickly and skillfully mixed the spinach and porridge together. There was also shredded pork in the porridge. The salted egg yolk had already melted in it, and it smelled delicious.

Seeing that Lin was not in a mood, Song Heyan said, "I'm back at work, and I'm flying abroad tomorrow. If you think this porridge tastes good, I'll give you the cook's phone number. I'm leaving today. The room is crowded."

The room is actually very spacious. Lin did not specify that he must sleep in a double ward. Xie Zaiyuan asked the dean to choose a room with the best environment for Lin. Before Lin was transferred out of the intensive care unit, Xie Zaiyuan had already arranged everything properly. The patients all found out clearly that it was an old man who had retired from an illness in an institution. His body was fairly healthy and he didn't cough. Now the side by the window let Lin Mo live in.

Xie Zaiyuan watched the two of them talking, and when Song Heyan finished walking and the nurse packed up the tableware and left, he said, "Are you okay?"

Lin Mo said calmly: "Of course, it's so lively here. My ex-doctor, ex-colleague, and now my ex-boss are all here."

These few days, Lin hadn't been in a daze, and Xie Zaiyuan hadn't been in less pain than him. He had to stay with him outside the door for a long time every night, and he didn't want the nurse to tell him.

At this moment, Xie Zaiyuan was looking at Lin Mei's neck. He must have been pinched in pain. The bruise hadn't faded yet. He withdrew his gaze, suppressed the uneasiness and sadness in his heart, and said, "Who did you listen to?"

He was asking Lin Mei, where did he hear about him and Lin Mo, and turned his face against him.

Lin didn't look at him. Xie Zaiyuan didn't rest well, and his eyes were bloodshot. In the past, when Xie Zaiyuan was busy with work, he would only sleep for three hours for a few days, or stay up all night.But the handsome and heroic appearance did not weaken this fatigue at all. Even though he was so tired, his skin still shone faintly in the evening dusk.

Xie Zaiyuan is still very young, but just staying with him will feel a great sense of oppression. This is the calmness and hostility brought about by Jiu Chu's superior killing in the mall.He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and Lin Mo was dying. The strange thing was that their auras were subtly evenly matched, and they were evenly matched.

"Xie Zaiyuan." Lin didn't call him by name, Xie Zaiyuan found that the familiar tone became very strange, and there was no more emotion, just like calling anyone in the world, "Cheating is cheating. There's no need to look for the reason, can you still check and make up for your own concealment?"

When he closed his eyes, it was Xie Zaiyuan who stopped in the courtyard that year. Looking at the scene that painted God, Xie Zaiyuan rarely showed a soft and smiling side, which made Lin Mei take out his phone and secretly took a picture of that scene. Zhang Hua.

When he opened his eyes again, those disappointments disappeared completely, turning into ridicule everywhere.

"I don't know what you think, but I can tell you clearly that except for the day at the clubhouse, I didn't admit my mistake again." Xie Zaiyuan said slowly, fearing that his tone would irritate Lin Mei.

"You can say whatever you want, and I can't tell the truth from the fake. The only thing I can be sure of is that if you don't think of me as him, we won't start." Lin didn't answer him.

"We have been fine for the next seven years. I know who you are, and I don't treat you as your younger brother. I don't want to hide it from you. I did like Lin Mo, but just because I liked him, you have to take everything Overthrow these seven years?"

"At that time, I obviously asked you if you had someone you liked. If you told me the truth about this question alone, I would definitely not agree to you. The two of us would never have any intersection. It's not just overthrowing, I just want to lose my memory .”

"I don't want to excuse myself. If you do something wrong, you are wrong. But I don't want you to misunderstand your own definition. Even if you are used as a stand-in, it is only for less than 10 minutes. I will beat you up for you." After 6 more minutes of beating, the man fell into a coma. You can be angry, but what I don’t understand is that even if you care about these 6 minutes.”

Xie Zaiyuan looked him straight in the eyes, "Part of the reason I noticed you was because of your brother. If you want to leave now, you can just mention it to me, and you have to commit suicide? Jealous of him being so jealous, and then venting his anger? It's not like you at all. .”

He waited for Lin Mei's answer. Lin Mei looked down at his palm, which was shining with a thin layer of warm yellow light, which was the last warmth before the sun set.

He closed his palms together, didn't look at Xie Zaiyuan, and sighed slightly, as if all the explanations were melted in this sigh, and said: "That's how I am, I'm jealous of him, and even want to revenge you with death, okay Is it gone?"

Xie Zaiyuan stood up, feeling that he couldn't stay here anymore, and said to Lin Mei in surrender: "I'm very disappointed in myself, I realized later that I really like you when you shrink back."

"But I'm also very disappointed in you. What's the matter? Among so many methods, you chose the one that is the most stupid to yourself." Xie Zaiyuan's chest heaved.

He has been wondering for the past few days whether the blow of this incident is serious enough to warrant suicide. Not at all. There are infinite possibilities in life. Lin is not so weak that he wants to seek life and death just because he used to use him as a substitute. .

From this, he was sure that things couldn't be that simple, and he wanted Lin Mei to tell him all the reasons.

"Why not?" Lin didn't wipe out the last leeway, and said bravely with Xie Zaiyuan, "I hate you so much."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Shan Ye and An Bifang w for Lei