night fire

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Zhao Qiyan was stunned, closed his eyes, and remembered that someone had said similar words before.

He still remembers the man's demeanor clearly - on a white day with goose feathers and heavy snow, he stumbled and chased him for several hundred meters, crying for his father, and was not picked up until he fell to the ground.

At that time, Zhang Fugang had a piercing beard and snow particles, which looked very funny.

He couldn't laugh at all.

He just said: "You believe in Dad, no one in this world loves Mom and you two more than Dad."

Then he never came back.

Zhao Qiyan whispered, "But this love is useless."

What is the point of love that can only bring harm to the other party?

Lu Zhan tucked the quilt up for Zhang Zhiyan in silence, then went to open the window, the soft sunlight came in, and the room had a milky white color for a while.

He squinted his eyes facing the sunlight outside the window, and said to Zhao Qiyan behind him, "Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault."

"Yes or no," Zhao Qiyan said flatly, "It doesn't really matter much."

"I would think, if only he could hold back, it wouldn't be such a serious matter, would it?" Lu Zhan narrated calmly, as if what happened to Zhang Zhiyan was just hearsay on the streets, and he didn't take it to heart Necessary, "Why does he have to be so serious? Didn't so many of his seniors come here? Why do you have to change your way to get to him?"

The milky white sunlight refracted to the corners of his eyes, emitting a translucent light.

"...But if he holds back, if he can really endure seeing those injustices..."

As if recalling the scene before Zhang Zhiyan's accident, he couldn't help trembling, almost choked up, unable to speak.

Zhao Qiyan walked to the bedside, looked at the similar face on the hospital bed, and said softly: "...if you can bear it, he won't be him."

"I know."

He said to Lu Zhan, but it seemed that he was talking to his brother.

have always known.

But I can't bear to blame you, so does my mother, so does Lu Zhan, including himself, so I can only blame myself, blame the world for the impermanence.

Zhao Qiyan stayed in the hospital for three days, and the nurse gave him an accompanying cot, which was very low and not long enough, so he couldn't even lie up straight, so he could only curl up overnight.

He doesn't care too much, he wakes up early every day, waits for the nurse to make rounds, and then simply washes up, and then spends the whole day by the bedside watching over Zhang Zhiyan. Live all morning and all afternoon.

He seldom spoke these three days, and spent most of his time trying to understand life in the hospital. He would give up ordering food and go to the cafeteria to order meals by himself. Healed people play a game of chess and cards.

He also went to sit on the lawn in the hospital to see how the flowers looked.

He didn't stay long, just looked around casually, and then returned to Zhang Zhiyan's ward, as if he could bring back the excitement and scenery outside the ward to the sleeping Zhang Zhiyan.

Sometimes when he gets tired of reading, he puts down the book and knits his brows. The moment his eyes meet Zhang Zhiyan, there is a special kind of softness and sourness in his heart.

It turned out that the hospital was so lonely and quiet.

Must be boring, right?

What about my mother, at the very beginning, did my mother feel flustered when she was too idle, kept walking around the ward, and even accidentally knocked over the broom at the door of the room?

Even people who can walk are so hard, what about the elder brother, who can't even complain, and can't even get himself a glass of water, isn't it even more tormenting?

"I'm sorry," he called, "brother."

There was no response, and there were only Zhang Zhiyan's faint breathing and the buzzing of electronic instruments in the room.

He showed a sad smile: "I'm sorry, brother, I'm such a coward, because I didn't dare to face you and mother, so I ran away to study far away."

"I'm really sorry. I haven't come to see you all this time. I'm afraid I'll cry when I see you."

He held his mouth, as if he would cry in the next second.

"I have worked a lot of jobs and saved a lot of money. Can I give it to you? You don't need to buy paint for me. Can you wake up earlier?"

He held Zhang Zhiyan's cold hand and made a wish like he did when he was a child: "Wake up, okay?

Lu Xiujin called Zhao Qiyan a few times, only to realize that he was blocked on the fifth day after Zhao Qiyan left.

He felt like a cat scratching his heart, extremely unhappy.He always felt that he had a lot to say to Zhao Qiyan—even though every conversation they had started and ended with a quarrel.

Couldn't Zhao Qiyan be gentler now and then?Lu Xiujin complained a little.

Or it would be fine if he was a little more gentle!Lu Xiujin was a little unwilling.

Why didn't you even give him a chance?It's not very kind of Zhao Qiyan to do this, he has to talk to him carefully - Lu Xiujin thought for several days, and finally found a suitable reason for himself to contact Zhao Qiyan.

That's right, if Zhao Qiyan keeps having such a bad temper, no man will be able to stand it in the future—although with him, Lu Xiujin, whether there are other men who can approach Zhao Qiyan is another matter, but it's always right to be gentle!

At least, learn not to hang up the phone until the other person has finished talking.

Yes, he was thinking about his future, not because he missed him a little bit.

Lu Xiujin thought that the reason was very good, and ran to get his old phone card and dialed Zhao Qiyan's number.

Sure enough, it was a hit.

But he didn't dare to speak.

Hearing the beeping sound from the microphone, Lu Xiujin felt a little cowardly, close to his hometown.

"Hello--"

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Xiaolu is about to start a thousand miles to find her husband (wrong)