Laughing astray

"Eat a pear!" Cong Xiaoyi directed while lying on the bed.

Yan Zihan put the bowl that Cong Xiaoyi had just finished eating into the cabinet next to the hospital bed. The inpatient department here is very ordinary. The uncle near the door asked his son to pick him up in the afternoon. Now there are only two of them left in the ward. Laughing became more and more unscrupulous.

"Just buy the one from Xiao Bin... pick a sweet one!"

"You're quite arrogant now!" Yan Zihan put the pear out of his hand on the table viciously, making a bang.

Cong Xiao shrank his shoulders, "I'm a patient now, but you were the one who said you would take care of me...and now you're backtracking!"

Yan Zihan sneered, picked up the pears on the table and began to peel them, "You still know what you promise? It's not that you are going to drop out of school now..."

"No...Are you finished?" Cong Xiao frowned, his eyes fixed on the pear in Yan Zihan's hand, "Isn't it because of you that I dropped out of school?"

Yan Zihan was speechless, it took several seconds for Cong Xiao to realize that he had said something wrong, Yan Zihan silently cut the pear in his hand into several pieces with a knife and put them on the plate, "Eat it ..."

"I don't mean anything else..." Cong Xiaoyi wanted to jump up and slap himself a few times, but it was difficult for him to stand up now, he was a little helpless, more because he was afraid that Yan Zihan would be angry.

Although it is he who should be angry now, it is really embarrassing that the two of them have not mentioned their relationship after these things happened. Cong Xiaoyi actually wants to ask what is it now... cheating?Still ambiguous?

"Just in time...it's just the two of us now." Yan Zihan sighed slightly and lowered his eyes.

Cong Xiao thought about what, how could he not know?Yan Zihan felt that it was a wrong decision to come to Cong Xiaoyi at the beginning, as he said, Bai Shaorong and Cong Xiaoyi are two people, but now he has confused himself, who is who, who is who...

"What?" Cong Xiaoyi raised his upper body slightly, reached out and took a piece of pear into his mouth.

"Is everything about you settled?"

"What do you want to say?"

"Give me some time..." Yan Zihan looked a little scared and looked at Cong Xiao, "I don't want to think about Shao Rong...and you..."

Cong Xiaoyi thought that Yan Zihan would tell him that the two of us should be like this, or on the contrary tell him that we should be together, but he didn't expect that Yan Zihan would beg him like this...compared to praying...like a discussion?

"Write a paper!" Cong Xiaoyi blurted out.

Yan Zihan almost couldn't hold it back. At this serious time, only Cong Xiaoyi can find the right one, which is not the main point. "What about the theme?"

"How to start, how to implement, I'm writing the result!" Cong Xiao opened Yan Zihan's hand that was stretched out to take the pear, "You can't eat it separately..."

"Smile...I" Yan Zihan withdrew his hand.

"I'm not joking...I know what you're thinking, and I understand that there's nothing we can do if we're so exhausted now...but I want to figure out one thing today, what are we?" Cong Xiaoyi didn't like it very much With Yan Zihan's hesitant appearance, many things are actually easier to accept when spoken out.

Yan Zihan sighed slightly, "Let's be together."

It's a statement, not a question.

Cong Xiaoyi wanted to cry, this answer was not what he wanted, he was not as happy as he expected when he heard Yan Zihan say this, why both of them understood in their hearts, Cong Xiaoyi felt like a psychopath, he admitted that he He likes Yan Zihan, and understands Yan Zihan's scruples now, he feels that one second the two of them are so sweet that they can give out sugar, and the next second even bile will come out bitterly.

"I don't want to... since I want to talk about it today, let me explain everything!" Cong Xiaoyi took a deep breath, "I can't accept you, I have my brother in my heart, and I can't accept your pity-like concern. I don’t love my mother or love me, I endured all the tiredness and pain, but in the end I have to live in the shadow of others, even if that person is my brother, I can’t accept it, and I don’t need to give you time or anything... Waiting for you One day you really come to me and tell me that the person you have in your heart is me, not my brother... I should still be here."

"Smile..."

"You can't be so selfish...you have to choose one of the two..."

"Sorry…"

"I'm sorry for what?" Cong Xiao pushed the small dish left behind after eating pears to Yan Zihan, "wash it up...I'm going to sleep for a while."

The face of the person shown in the mirror was blue, and his eyes were dull. Yan Zihan had no choice but to lower his head and wash his face with cold water. Cong Xiaoyi's expression of pretending to be nonchalant just now was deeply imprinted in his mind. It's quite selfish, one person wants to occupy two hearts, but the guilt and anxiety that human beings are born with at the beginning, when thinking of Bai Shaorong, it really makes him feel like he is making atonement, and he doesn't know what he will do next Facing Cong Xiaoyi, he was reluctant to leave, and he was afraid if he didn't leave.

It's not that he's afraid of facing Cong Xiaoyi, but that he's afraid of forgetting Bai Shaorong because of Cong Xiaoyi.

The bathroom window was wide open, and Yan Zihan felt chills all over his body. Maybe it was because he hadn't had a good rest after a day, or maybe his nerves had been pre-existed after a few days of tension. Now he just feels weak and dizzy. What will happen in the next second? A piece broke when it was pitch black before his eyes.

"Zihan...Zihan wake up!" There were several voices from far to near in his ears. Yan Zihan always felt very familiar when he heard them, but he tried to open his eyes but it seemed that he had been cursed. He wanted to move I can't move my arms either.

"Sub-Han…"

He remembered this voice, accompanied by his childhood, and walked into his life with time, it was Shao Rong.

"I'm back...why are you still sleeping?"

The sound of "I'm back" seemed to unravel the dusty curse. Yan Zihan suddenly opened his eyes, and what was imprinted in his eyes was a fresh and handsome face that was familiar and missed, with a gentle and gentle face that had never changed. Yu smiled, "Why are you still so sleepy?"

"... Shaorong?" Yan Zihan moved his eyes, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse, but the scene in front of him was not like a dream, it was very real... Bai Shaorong was right in front of him.

"Are you stupid? You won't know me if you have a fever!" Bai Shaorong smiled into two crescents, pretending to pat Yan Zihan on the shoulder lightly, "What time is it...you haven't eaten yet?"

The room was completely white, and there was still light shining through, but Yan Zihan tried hard to see but couldn't see where he was. He reached out to touch Bai Shaorong's face, but was avoided. "You're still getting an infusion! Don't move your hands!"

Bai Shaorong put his hands under the quilt, "I'll go to Auntie to make a bowl of porridge...you lie down for a while."

Yan Zihan stretched out his hand from under the quilt in the next second, trying to grab Bai Shaorong.

Very unreal, especially unreal, this is simply a dream!

This is dreaming!

Yan Zihan saw his dripping hand pass through Bai Shaorong's body, and Bai Shaorong got up and prepared to leave without looking back.

"Don't go! Shao Rong don't go!" Yan Zihan yelled with tears flowing down the corner of his eyes, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his whole body felt like sinking.

Bai Shaorong turned his head when he heard the cry behind him, and ran over immediately in the next second, "Zihan, why are you crying? I'm not leaving! I'm always here!"

"No...you left...you abandoned me and left..." Yan Zihan choked up with a sore throat, and the longing that had been held in his heart for a long time gushed out like a torrent, "Don't go...please don't go. "

Shao Rong didn't understand why Yan Zihan woke up after sleeping like he had lost the most precious thing, crying like a child, he sat beside Yan Zihan's bed, and took Yan Zihan's hand.

He can feel it!

Feeling that Bai Shaorong's fingers were cold, Yan Zihan exerted a little force, and even his own hand hurt a little. "Where are you now?"

"You're in the hospital!" Bai Shaorong straightened the broken hair on Yan Zihan's forehead with his cold fingertips, "You have a fever."

"how about you?"

"I'll come back to see you."

What is 'come back to see you'?Yan Zihan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously, "Are you leaving?"

"You!" Bai Shaorong sighed helplessly, and said with a sneer, "Didn't you say you won't leave?"

Yan Zihan tried hard to open his dry eyes, but felt that the eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the darkness slowly came, only a few soft voices echoed in his ears, 'I haven't left, Zihan, I've been here all the time ...Take care of you...Take care of Shaotong. '

The next second was boundless darkness, Yan Zihan felt as if he was sucked into a black hole, his whole body sank as if he had lost gravity, boundless and endless.

In the next second, the screen changed to Shao Rong's appearance when he died, wearing a ventilator, lying quietly on the bed, as if asleep.

"Shao Rong!... Shao... Shao Rong!" Yan Zihan sat up with a cry of surprise, and found that he was covered in sweat, even the quilt was wet, and his hair was swollen. He turned his head and saw an embarrassed Sitting Cong Xiaoyi.

When Cong Xiao came to the toilet, he felt that he had exhausted all his strength. He didn't let Yan Zihan mix it up. Yan Zihan was currently on an IV in the bed next to him. Cong Xiao almost missed it half an hour ago when he let two nurses into the ward. He jumped up in fright, and he could fly if it wasn't for the injury on his back.

Yan Zihan was exhausted due to fever and lack of sleep. Cong Xiao watched him fall asleep and wanted to fix the quilt for him, but when he walked in, he found that Yan Zihan was muttering something and frowning .

After listening carefully for a while, I heard Yan Zihan's name.

Shaorong.

Cong Xiaoyi was a little tired, everything felt wrong all over his body, he couldn't tell, but he felt so panicked that he wanted to cry, and when Yan Zihan finally sat up in shock, Cong Xiaoyi felt quite embarrassed, like a voyeur.

Standing in the cubicle, Cong Xiaoyi didn't feel anything, he just felt cold all over. He could feel his toes were frozen and stiff, and he could feel his heavy breathing.

Sure enough, the time Yan Zihan mentioned was this time, Cong Xiaoyi felt that he was more cruel than Yan Zihan, forcing a person to make a choice, and forcing himself not to feel better.

Cong Xiaoyi didn't know how long that time was, and he didn't know whether the answer he really wanted to hear could wait. He just wanted to find a place to hide and don't let people see his bloody wound, and I don't want to hear other people's ridicule.

Look, it's him, Cong Xiaoyi...like a fool!

The author has something to say: It is a bottleneck period. I feel that this article I wrote is not so popular. I once wanted to delete it...but some people still bookmark it and read it. I feel sorry for everyone. I am very entangled now.. .The little angel can give some advice.