I'm still doing fine

The sky was slightly bright, but also covered with a layer of gray that blurred everything.

"It's still winter like this..."

An Yichi tucked the scarf under his chin into his neckline, and reached out to catch a cluster of ice crystals shaking from the tip of a pine branch.

He felt as if he had stepped through a year step by step, lifted the curtain from the day he lived in the Jingwei Center, and walked into the snowy winter day again, with the cold north wind blowing against his face, and he was familiar with it at his fingertips back view.

The long and endless time seemed to pass by in a blink of an eye, and the world stopped with good intentions, just waiting for him in place.

He missed nothing, lost no one, and nothing changed.

"What?" Liang Duanyuan stuffed the luggage into the trunk, and closed the door with her hand. She didn't hear An Yizhi's murmur, and when she poked her head, she saw a pair of smiling eyes on a face guarded by a scarf and mask. , flickering slender eyelashes with drops of water.

An Yichi shook his head and said it was nothing, and let Liang Duanyuan stretch out his hand to wipe out the condensed light spots at the end of his eyelashes, "I can do it myself, do you really want to send me back?"

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan pushed him into the co-pilot, walked around the front window, and opened the driver's door, "At least one and a half years after you leave the hospital, the medicine can't be stopped, so I have to supervise you."

"I will take the medicine well." An Yichi pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Trust me, right?"

"I said it casually." Liang Duanyuan smiled, and pointed at the back of the car, where the bits and pieces of luggage took up the space of the seats and the trunk, "There are so many things to bring, why are you sitting alone?" It's not convenient to go back, I don't worry."

An Yichi turned his head to look, swept over the scraps accumulated over time, turned around for a while, and said, "But my home is far away."

"It's more than 900 kilometers, it's okay." Liang Duanyuan leaned forward, twitching his forehead hair, and brushed off the fine snow that melted on it, "The newly built expressway opened to traffic last month, you sleep, it's dark be there before."

The car ignited, trembled slightly, and the dashboard beeped a few times before lighting up.

An Yichi stopped talking, but he pulled the seat belt, and failed to buckle it into the hole after several trips.

"Absent, what's the matter?" Liang Duanyuan let go of the clutch, stretched out her hand on the gear lever, and touched An Yizhi's heartbeat, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine." An Yichi came back to his senses, shook his head, his eyes were smiling, but there was a slight resistance between his brows, "I'm fine."

That level is really slight, but it's a pity that Liang Duanyuan has always been too keen on him.

So after a long while, one hand turned off the ignition neatly, the only noise in the carriage was interrupted abruptly, and a cramped silence engulfed in an instant.

"An Yichi."

Liang Duanyuan didn't seem to have called him by name before, so it was very effective to blurt out his words out of nowhere. An Yichi, who seemed to have something on his mind, was taken aback for a moment, turned to look at him, and his eyes were instantly clear, "Ah... …Oh me……"

Like a primary school student about to be beaten, An Yichi couldn't remember how long it had been since he had such a panic experience.

"I don't want anyone to see me." Liang Duanyuan said, "Really?"

An Yichi stared at him, his lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound for a while.

Liang Duanyuan couldn't bear to see that expression of fear, but the tacit and naked answer made him really disheartened.

Liang Duanyuan couldn't hide what was on An Yichi's mind, and Liang Duanyuan couldn't be a mature actor in front of An Yichi.

There was a car running over the speed bump outside, and the muffled sound broke the stagnation of the inner compartment, Liang Duanyuan took the lead to look away.

"Then it's gone, I'll take you to the airport." He started the car again, his eyes fixed on the front, "You take the luggage you can check in, and I'll send the rest to you by express."

His tone sounded calm.

But the rapidly deforming and moving scene on the front window is obviously not what should appear under normal circumstances.

Liang Duanyuan, who has long been a veteran driver, obviously did not follow the principle of starting in the first gear this time. She forgot that the car was borrowed from the boss, and she also forgot the advice that the driving school coach had given thousands of times. She was wrapped in helplessness, disappointment, and self-mockery. Emotions are like a cloud of black mist, blocking Liang Duanyuan's eyes, making him unable to see his way clearly.

The strength with which he stepped on the accelerator was really ruthless to vent his anger.

Is that not enough?

He thought, is it still not enough?

Liang Duanyuan felt that she didn't want to see An Yichi's family very much.

In fact, this pair of parents who had never visited when the child was so seriously ill, if he really let him see him, he was even afraid that he would make some impulsive and reckless actions.

So he originally planned to ask for leave from his boss Deng Xiqian, check in the room early, make a full plan in advance, and prepare to let Yi Chi go back to spend a new year with his family. At that time, he was in the city beside the mother river just walk around.

It seems that after measuring a few inches of land under your feet, you can touch the past that belongs to Yi Zhi that you have never participated in.

As long as she can remember, Liang Duanyuan has never felt this kind of strong anticipation for a certain city or a certain trip.

But when An Yizhi personally refused, the meaning was different.

Liang Duanyuan felt that there was a high wall in front of him, lying between the two of them. He never let go of chiseling for a day, and finally saw the light shining through the cracks in the bricks one day, thinking that the opposite side was standing to welcome his Yi. hold.

After breaking through the barrier, what greeted him was another wall.

"stop!"

A loud cry broke the illusion, and when Liang Duanyuan came back to his senses and slammed on the brakes, the front bumper was less than two centimeters from the gate of the toll booth.

An Yichi was violently thrown to the front window by inertia, and was thrown against the backrest by the seat belt almost at the same instant.

boom--

"What are you doing?!" The uncle jumped out five meters away. Seeing the dust settle down, he walked back a few steps. He thought he had guarded the parking lot of the Jingwei Center for more than ten years, so he had developed some courage, "I don't want to go out. ? Believe it or not, I'll send it back to you, huh?!"

"Sorry." Liang Duanyuan rolled down the car window and apologized hastily, but turned her head to look at the side, "Where did you hit?"

An Yichi lowered his head, his facial features were completely covered by his slightly longer hair, and he couldn't see his expression.

"Hey...it's you." The uncle met a familiar face. After all, he had been out and in for a year, and gave him a lot of smoke. Anger rushed to his throat, and he swallowed again, "Oh, you need to practice your skills. Lian, fortunately it was my stall, if I bumped into someone else, I would have to lose money..."

The uncle was still talking, but Liang Duanyuan couldn't hear him. His outstretched hand was slapped away by An Yizhi, only to hear a blurred man urging him to go, "Get out, don't be here."

Liang Duanyuan made amends to the uncle and gave him a half-pack of soft Zhonghua. This time, she stepped on the accelerator steadily and slowly merged into the traffic flow of the main road.

The surrounding traffic was busy and noisy, but the inside of the carriage still seemed to be sealed with ice.

"sorry."

An Yichi didn't look up and didn't speak, which made Liang Duanyuan almost have the illusion of hearing sobbing, "I... I'm sorry."

Fortunately, it is indeed an illusion, but the real situation is not much better. An Yichi raised his head, his eyes were smeared with an undeniable redness, "...It's not that I want to cry, I, I can't control it."

"Sorry." Liang Duanyuan remembered that he was just recovering from a serious illness when she was angry.

"Don't go to the airport." Tears were not An Yichi's original intention, and the near miss just now was not too unbearable for him. An Yichi had already reconciled with this sentimental and uncontrollable body. At this time, he reached out and touched the corner of his eyes A little wet, he simply let his temper go, he repeated, "I'm not going to the airport."

The car stopped before the red light, Liang Duanyuan squeezed a tissue and forced it into An Yi's hand, "No, I'll take you to the high-speed rail station."

An Yichi shook his head, "No."

"Then the train station." Liang Duanyuan said, "When you enter the station, look for Little Red Riding Hood. Pay them to help you carry your luggage on the train. When you arrive at the station, ask someone to help you. Don't be afraid to trouble others. Get on the train and sleep for a while. I feel, it's dawn--"

"No, no, no!" An Yichi interrupted him with a strong nasal voice, "I won't take the plane, I won't take the high-speed rail, and I won't take the train. I don't want to go anywhere."

Saying a lot of nos in one breath, An Yichi felt that he had used up the self-willedness that he hadn't used for more than ten years, all at once.

Unprecedented comfort.

"I'm not afraid of letting my parents see you, it's not because of this." An Yi calmed down after a while, and explained belatedly, "Dad wants me to go home, but I don't want to, it's not mine Home... I don't know where I should go after leaving the hospital, but maybe I can find some excuse to perfunctory... I haven't figured it out yet, I just know that I can't go back so soon."

Liang Duanyuan's fingertips holding the steering wheel numb and stopped.

"You said send me off, I'm actually very happy, if you don't want to go home." An Yichi raised his head, and lightly touched Liang Duanyuan's hand on the steering wheel, showing a little at a loss, "still A little angry?"

Yi Zhan's expression of resistance, hesitation to speak, hesitation to frown and think... All kinds of pictures rushed to emerge first, and at this moment they all had a reasonable explanation. Deceived reason, so that he led his body to make untimely actions before Yi Chi had figured out how to explain it to himself.

Not to mention getting angry, Liang Duanyuan even felt a little guilty about her impulsiveness just now.

In the distance, the signal light turned green, he drove forward in silence, turned around at the next intersection, and finally made up his mind.

"Let's go have breakfast. I know a restaurant that makes delicious tofu. It's sold out when I go there late."

"Ah."

The city finally woke up belatedly. The road stretching in front of me gathered traffic from various forks, and gradually settled the background of a busy day.