I'm still doing fine

The change in life happened suddenly. After saying goodbye, Cao Xiaoying never came again.

The ones who cook and clean at home every day are An Yichi who sometimes wakes up early and Liang Duanyuan who wakes up early every day.

Liang Chengjun didn't seem to notice anything, only very occasionally, when the neighbor's door rang, he would suddenly look outside the door, regain his consciousness for a while, and continue to beat his injured leg.

"Why hasn't Aunt Cao come here recently?" Liang Chengjun went into the study, and when there were only the two of them left, An Yichi would occasionally ask.

"There must be too many patients." Liang Duanyuan gave such an ambiguous answer, thinking secretly.

The high-speed railway expands the edge of the city circle by circle, and the city that grew up from a young age has become a strange behemoth.When a person is determined to avoid it, even in the same city, it is difficult to see him again.

"Why do you think of her?" Liang Duanyuan asked back.

"Well... probably because it's not my father, I'm not very familiar with his habits, but I always feel that when Auntie Cao is at home, uncle looks more at ease." An Yichi replied with a smile, pinching a tiny hole between his index finger and thumb. "How about you, don't you want your aunt to come often? It's like being a little bit jealous because you were robbed of your father's attention?"

"No." Liang Duanyuan's answer was contrary to the assumption, he fiddled with the water glass, "I hope she will come back soon and don't leave again."

An Yichi blinked at him.

"'Broken Kite'... is the kind of thing that will fly away sooner or later." He laughed at himself, put the thing on the table, and made a soft click, "If I leave, he will have a hard time alone."

Touching An Yizhi's face, what Liang Duanyuan didn't say was that if Liang Chengjun didn't settle down and had someone to rely on, he wouldn't have the capital to be willful.

After a long time, An Yichi got up suddenly, pulled him back to the room, and closed the door, creating an atmosphere of conspiracy under the tent, "Can the day when Uncle fetch the steel nails be delayed for a day? Let's think of a way."

Liang Duanyuan turned her head to look at him, so An Yichi explained, "Aunt Cao must not be in the hospital on the day the doctor ordered... She said 'goodbye', because she didn't want to see her again."

Liang Duanyuan found that An Yizhi was unexpectedly sharp, and he was worried that he didn't want to make Yi Chi, who had always been delicate, feel uncomfortable. In fact, he had never said anything, and gently pinched Yi Chi's cheek, he asked, "How do you know?" ?”

"I don't know either..." Yi Chi's speech was muffled, "Probably intuition."

Until Liang Duanyuan finally told him all the conversations between the two that day, Yi Chi licked his teeth and looked up, frowning, "I seem to know what Auntie Cao is thinking."

"When she was the youngest and most beautiful in her life, she couldn't maintain a very ordinary marriage. At this age, she has lost her only advantage, so she doesn't have such confidence? She can't have children... and I don’t believe in feelings any more.” Yi Chi muttered, pursing his lips, “It’s also possible that Uncle only cares about Aunt Cao’s kindness in his heart, but doesn’t respond very much, and there are many young girls around him...Aunt Cao just I have no more confidence."

"Is it so important to have a baby..." Liang Duanyuan sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time, seeming to have made up her mind, "I'll go and discuss it with the doctor."

A few days later, the week before New Year's Eve, when most people were immersed in the impetuosity of the approaching annual holiday, the two accompanied Liang Chengjun to the hospital, exactly one day later than the scheduled date.

When he entered the hospital, Liang Chengjun was speechless all the way, walking in front with a pair of crutches, as if he was concentrating on walking. When he passed the nurse's desk, he turned his head and took a look.

An Yichi looked over, but in the busy silhouette, he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"Not at work?" He muttered to himself.

Filming, face-to-face consultation, admission to the hospital, surgery arrangement... Wait until An Yichi ran around to help, and really forgot about this for a while, when he looked up, he suddenly saw Cao Xiaoying standing at the end of the bed, don't turn his head to avoid it out of his sight.

As a matter of business, she filled out the patient number plate, hung it at the end of the bed, and began to inquire about the condition one by one, but there was no eye contact from beginning to end.

So An Yi

Chi put down the tea box, pursed her lips, and went out. Outside the door, Liang Duanyuan came back with a thermos, and he took them out together. The two of them leaned against the wall in the corridor.

In the wards of which they no longer know, the conversation continues.

"Is it still hurting a lot?"

"a little better."

"Are the joints moving normally?"

"almost."

"Do you have common diseases such as cold and fever, have you taken anti-inflammatory drugs?"

"No... Are you busy these two days?" Liang Chengjun stared at her tired expression and interrupted suddenly.

Cao Xiaoying paused and smiled, "A year ago was the peak period, and it was like this every day, so it's not considered busy."

"I have to go to work all the time... New Year's Eve, should I have a holiday?" Liang Chengjun supported his body and sat up straight, "If it's convenient, why don't you come over and have a meal together? I'll ask Duan Yuan to book a table nearby, and I'll do it when I go back." you alone."

She kept her hands on, and tapped the pen on the backing board. After a while, she walked over and stretched Liang Chengjun's arm, and helped him, "Forget it...You guys have a good life, I'm used to it."

Before she let go, Liang Chengjun moved his arm and patted the back of her hand lightly, his fingertips were dry and cold, and he said, "When Duanyuan was still in school, I often had to travel and was never at home. Sometimes... I'm afraid of wronging him."

The patient with a broken leg in the next bed was still moaning, and relatives and family members were walking around. Cao Xiaoying suddenly panicked for a moment. She turned sideways, facing the window, with a strong premonition in her heart.

"So I was worried at first... Although I didn't know when he would come back, I was still worried... But a few days ago, I saw that he got along well with you, so I was relieved." Liang Chengjun thumped his leg, then turned the subject, "I have been hurt for so long, and I have caused you a lot of trouble."

"It's nothing..." Cao Xiaoying hugged the backing board to her chest with one hand, a thin layer of sweat leaked from the hairline covered by the nurse's cap, a little unreal, "It's all easy."

"I buy so many dishes every time I come here, and you have to bring them up by yourself... There are three people in the family, two are still young and can't cook well, one is lame and can't even walk, it's all up to you to cook these days Cleaning, it’s really hard work.” Liang Chengjun turned over that hand, as if to confirm whether there were any bruises left by several loads and strangles on it, he was rarely stubborn, “Come on, although I’m not qualified to say this right now. Kind of words... But when you need it, I think I probably hope to take care of you."

"Secretary Liang..." Cao Xiaoying withdrew her hand without looking him in the eye, "You are very talkative today, it seems that you are recovering well, the operation should be very fast—"

"Don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." Liang Chengjun interrupted her, suddenly smiled, and said, "You don't come to the house, and you don't answer the phone. I'm a cripple and I can't find you."

In the crowded ward, Cao Xiaoying turned her hair away from her temples, bowed her head and left.

It seems that the last time when I was so shy and embarrassed, it was really a girlhood that I can hardly remember.

She touched the back of her hand, buried her head and just walked forward, a strong desire to change the trajectory of her life was hidden in her throbbing heart.

"It's time to finish." In front of the window at the end of the corridor, An Yizhi leaned on the window sill to look out, straightened up for a while, stretched his waist, and showed a big smile, "Guess what happened?"

"Look at your expression," Liang Duanyuan pinched the back of his neck, like purring a cat basking in the sun, "it should be good, what did you do?"

"It's nothing." An Yichi rubbed his nose, "Just a few days ago, when you were shopping for vegetables, I had a casual chat with my uncle... You don't seem to be very worried, did you do anything?"

"It's nothing." Liang Duanyuan smiled, imitating his tone, "Just a few minutes ago, when you were taking care of my dad, I chatted casually with Aunt Cao in the water room."

"Is that how I talk? It's strange..." An Yichi smiled to himself for a while, then sighed after closing his eyes and brows, "It's always like this. The closer you are to someone, the less you can speak frankly." Communication... the terminal illness of humanity."

he thought, if sit

On the opposite side was An Jimin, the conversation that day would definitely not have happened, and it was probably the same for Liang Duanyuan, because of the inexplicable embarrassment, so several times of probing and fueling the flames, they could only start with Cao Xiaoying.

"Are you too..." Liang Duanyuan looked at him, suddenly pinched his chin to force him to turn his head, and said seriously, "You can't treat me like this in the future."

"No." Not to mention the joy of being naturally classified as a "close person" by Liang Duanyuan, but the rare and strong taste is enough to make An Yichi couldn't help laughing. After a while, he said , "You are Liang Duanyuan, so I will tell you everything."

"Ah... um." Liang Duanyuan coughed, retracted her hand and jokingly said, "That shows sincerity. For example, what can you tell me?"

An Yichi thought for a moment, put his hands in his sweater pockets and looked out the window, with a smile on his lips.

"For example, without telling you, I secretly told my uncle your secret that day. I told him that in the past four years, you have never returned home in anger, but you actually miss him very much. You always watch Shuosang local TV station during dinner. I waited until I saw Secretary Liang’s news; I always showed various conference speeches when everyone was drinking in the corridor of the dormitory with benches and small tables, because my uncle was occasionally photographed sitting in front of the stage; Or on National Day, wechat typed a long greeting, but in the end, we didn't send a single word."

was seen...

"You were completely in the dark, huh? Liar." Liang Duanyuan concealed her embarrassment, touched his ear, and tried to change the topic, "What else? I would rather hear An Yi's secret There are frank thoughts about Liang Duanyuan."

"For example... I lied to my uncle and told him that you were just taking good care of my homeroom teacher. This is a lie." An Yichi turned around and buried half of his face in Liang Duanyuan's palm, but he didn't know what to do with his drawn hand. Where did you put it, pursed your lips, and said, "I'm always embarrassed to say it, but in my heart, you are not just a senior..."

"You are a light."

A light suddenly appeared, illuminating the past and the future, like a light that could not be driven away or extinguished, hanging in front of the forehead forever.

"As long as I'm with you, I can go far."

Light……

"I'm not here to share your pain." Liang Duanyuan thought to herself, the jokes and teasing thoughts disappeared completely, and he said, "Yi Chi, it's you who persevered."

An Yichi shook his head and did not speak.

It was you who broke the alienation with unreasonable rejection, it was you who broke the scar on my wrist and kept it a secret, and it was you who accompanied me to the hospital and never left...

What once dragged him into the abyss was not only the pain of illness, but more importantly, the lack of hope of surviving.

He really hoped that no one was around at this time, so that he could have some physical movements.

It's a pity that things didn't go as planned. Not far behind, there were always people pushing an infusion stand or a wheelchair and walking past noisyly.

So, the physical impulse turned into verbal expression, An Yi thought, never said it when holding hands, never said it when hugging, never said it even when kissing.

After all the intimacy that goes with the flow and comes naturally, there always seems to be something close...

Almost what?

Finally, when the surroundings became quiet, the lingering impulses were organized into fluent sentences, and An Yichi pulled Liang Duanyuan's neckline, pulling him to lower his head.

The sensitive skin of the pinna was touched softly like down feathers. On that day, Liang Duanyuan heard a sentence that she would never forget for the rest of her life,

"Duan Yuan...you must not know, I really like you."