dizziness

When Owen returned home, he didn't care that his whole body was wet from inside to outside. He slumped on a chair and began to smoke, one after another, for a whole night. , It was so cold that he kept shivering, his fingers couldn't even hold the cigarette, so he wrapped himself in the quilt with his wet clothes, and covered himself tightly, but he still couldn't get the slightest warmth.

His head was as heavy as lead, sweat soaked his entire back, and his limbs were so hot that it hurt to touch each other, but Owen still felt cold, really cold.

The room was empty, and obviously he didn't feel any popularity, but he heard someone talking in his ears. Owen closed his eyes forcibly in a daze, and the painting hung alone in the darkness. The face of the person in the painting was still clear, just Like the words and sentences coiled around my ears, they are still so cruel and ruthless...

"Owen, I really can't stand it, I can't be as chic as you, ignore those strange eyes... let's break up."

"Why break up! Isn't it enough for us to love each other? What are those people doing!"

"Love? Can falling in love solve all problems! Owen, you are too selfish, you never thought about my feelings! Your so-called love will completely destroy me!"

Those fragments kept flashing in front of his eyes, Owen struggled unconsciously on the bed, and whispered short of breath: "No...I won't...I love you..."

"I said I don't love you anymore! Stop pestering me! Owen, I want to live a normal life, do you understand?!"

"Isn't it normal for us to be together?! I can change what you think is bad! Let's find a place to talk first..."

"You let go! We have been together for four years, have you changed even a little bit! Owen, the only person you love is yourself! You are too immature and let me down too much. I want a stable home, but you can't give it to me. I... let it go, in the future... we can still be friends."

Owen bit the quilt and shook his head desperately, tears flowed from the corners of his trembling mouth, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't open his eyes, he could only let himself sob softly in the nightmare, the fragility that he didn't show at that time: "Don't go... Li Xin... Please... I can't live without you... Li Xin..."

"Owen, stop talking, I'm getting married soon."

"No—! Don't get married! Don't!"

Owen yelled and opened his eyes, his face covered in cold sweat, he rolled and fell off the bed, rushed to the desk and rummaged frantically in the drawer, and only remembered the wedding invitation when the floor was full of mess. And photos have been burned by themselves.

However, more than ten years have passed.

If I hadn't been so proud and stubborn back then, would the result have been different?

Owen fell powerlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling motionless, yes, it has been such a long time, what is the use of thinking about it now, I should have let go of it completely, but why is the terrible pain still so familiar .

If it wasn't for Ruan Miaomiao's meddling to paint that painting, he would still be able to live a chic and comfortable life without thinking of those memories or that person.

Thinking of Ruan Miaomiao's face and his trembling figure in the rain, Owen had a splitting headache.

It's really fucking evil!

Owen's limbs were sore and weak, and he curled up again under the quilt like a wounded snail, closed his eyes, and just drove Ruan Miaomiao's face away like an evil spirit, when the face of that person appeared in front of him, and Owen hurriedly opened it, forcing I woke up, and then Ruan Miaomiao's figure reappeared when I heard the piercing rain. I didn't know how many times I went back and forth like this all night. In the early morning of the next day, Owen started to have a high fever, and he forced himself to call the school. phone call, took a week off before falling asleep in a daze.

He originally thought that his life should be envied by everyone, without a wife and children, even his parents can be ignored, he is free every day, he can do whatever he wants, and he can do whoever he wants.

Owen never thought that he would be in such a mess. Once he got sick, there was no one to pour him a glass of water.

Lying on the bed in a trance for two or three days, without eating or drinking, his body was almost on the verge of collapse, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Owen felt that no one would know if he died at home like this.

The chest was tight and panicked, and the consciousness became more and more unclear. Those messy pictures still appeared in the unsteady coma. He listened to the person's heartless words over and over again, as if he had experienced everything in the past over and over again. Owen's His brain was burnt to the point of confusion, and he kept chanting "Don't go...don't go..." indistinctly. In the end, he couldn't even make a sound, so he could only groan in pain on the bed.

He seemed to see the fire again, the intense flames stabbed every corner of his body, as if what was burning was not the oil painting drawn for that person, but was scorching his body.

Owen struggled unbearably, feeling that he was in the billowing smoke. He ran and shouted for help, but got no response. It was not until the flames rushed towards him, and a sudden cold touch on his forehead, that Owen seemed to be saved. Generally stopped the restless body.

Feeling the comfortable coolness caressing his forehead for a while and leaving, Owen stretched out his hand and grabbed it indiscriminately. He opened his eyes faintly, and the blurred figure in his vision made him dizzy.

"Don't go...don't go...please...what should I do...don't..."

Owen tugged desperately and refused to let go. He was afraid of being pushed away, rejected, and afraid of seeing the back of that person leaving indifferently again.

"Mr. Ou, wake up, you have a fever."

Ruan Miaomiao lightly shook Owen's body, her arm was painfully pinched by the weak patient, as soon as she entered the room, she saw Owen shaking on the bed, dying, muttering nonsense, and stretched out her hand to touch it. Discovered that Owen's forehead was hot enough to cook an egg.

Owen also seemed to have regained some consciousness from the dream. After trying hard to identify who the person standing in front of him was, he didn't even have the strength to be surprised, and just let him go in a daze.

"why you……"

Ruan Miaomiao took off her schoolbag, the bruises on her face hadn't disappeared, she glanced at Owen in embarrassment: "My dad said you were unwell and took a week off, and asked me to come and see you, I saw that your door was open OK, let's come in."

Owen ignored him, staring at the ceiling expressionlessly.

"You're so sick, why don't you go to the hospital?"

"..."

Seeing that Owen still refused to talk to him, Ruan Miaomiao pursed his lips, looked around, walked to the table and picked up a cup to pour water, but found that the kettle was empty, and mentioned that the kitchen was mixed with water and plugged in again .

After returning to Owen's bed and dawdling for a while, he hesitated and whispered: "Mr. Ou, you sweat a lot and the sheets are soaked. This will make your illness worse. I'll help you take a bath and change your body." The clothes might be better..."

Owen gave him a cold look, turned his back and said, "Get lost."

Ruan Miaomiao was speechless with a single word that was neither serious nor serious. She looked at the back of the head that Owen gave him with an embarrassed expression, and either left or stayed, knowing in her heart that Owen would get sick because of the rain that day. I also have a lot of responsibility, and I really can't leave him alone, and I am worried that Owen's illness will worsen, so I want to speak a few times, but I hesitate to speak.

Xixi got up and walked out of the room. Owen ignored the movement, and after a while, he saw Ruan Miaomiao carrying a basin of hot water with white mist and putting it beside the bed.

"Let me wipe your body, it will make you feel better..."

Owen really didn't want to see his face, and his tone became more and more impatient: "Tell you to get out! I don't understand you!"

Ruan Miaomiao frowned slightly, sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and pulled the quilt off Owen's body.

"What are you doing..."

"I'll leave after you wipe it off."

Ruan Miaomiao said indifferently, without looking at Owen, twisted a towel and began to wipe his arm. Owen was cursing and struggling non-stop, but with his current physical strength, it was difficult to trample an ant to death, so he moved around After a few minutes, she spread out on the bed out of breath, and could only be at the mercy of Ruan Miaomiao.

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The plot is so bloody that I am too embarrassed to post it. Is there any kind of bloody competition, so that professional people like me can gain a foothold~~~