old enemy riding a bamboo horse

If you can hold it tight, don't let it go

If you can hug, don't pull

Soon after arriving at the hospital, Xia Chengqi was sent to the emergency room, and Lu Henglin waited anxiously not far away.

Fortunately, Xia Chengqi's injury was not serious. There was a slight bone fracture in his right arm, and he needed to be splinted for rest. There was a crack at the end of the eyebrow on the right side of his face, which was not too long. It was probably because the skin near the brow bone was too thin that he bleed. It was shocking to wake up, and the wound had two stitches.There is also a slight concussion, which needs to be iced on the pillow to lower the intracranial pressure, infusion by the way, and then observed overnight.

When Lu Henglin went to go through the formalities to pay the money, when he opened Xia Chengqi's wallet, he saw a familiar photo.

It was actually a photo with a black history. Once they waited for the opening of the movie, when they were killing time in the indoor playground, there were only a few coins left, and there was really nothing to play. They happened to meet a couple. The girl was taking photos on the photo, comparing all kinds of cute movements and expressions.

He dragged Xia Chengqi over, put in coins, and forced him to take a picture with his cute girl, in exchange for the eyes of the two girls who didn't leave.

On the sticker, he pouted, clenched his left hand and put it next to his cheek, while Xia Chengqi opened his big innocent eyes and compared his hands to a heart.

Inexplicably, Lu Henglin smiled lightly and bitterly, and it disappeared in a flash.

How did they become what they are today?

After completing the formalities and returning to the ward, Xia Chengqi closed his eyes with a pale face, the upper part of which was covered with gauze, and his expression was tired and calm.

Lu Henglin was sad and confused.

Why did he no longer hide his sword behind his smile as usual at such a painful moment after being injured, and every word was sharp, instead he endured the pain to comfort him, even if it was so uncomfortable, he remembered to tell him to put on his shoes.

He should have been angry and complained, but he didn't, as if he had changed back to that gentle Xiao Qi in an instant, tolerant of all his mistakes, never getting angry, and always thinking of him.

Lu Henglin sat beside him lightly, reaching out his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, but retracted it in mid-air.

There was an unbearable pain in his heart, his face was so beautiful, it was such a great pity to leave a scar near his eyes.

"Are you hungry?" A soft question interrupted his thoughts.

Seeing that Xia Chengqi opened his eyes, Lu Henglin was still sleepy, so he hurried over and asked him, "You woke up, does it hurt a lot, where is your head, does it hurt?"

"The ice pillow is too hard. It doesn't hurt at first, but it hurts when you put it on the pillow." Xia Chengqi smiled shortly.

I don't know if it's because of the injury and concussion that made his thinking not so clear, so his whole body is extraordinarily soft, clearly still the original Xiao Qi.

Lu Henglin felt that his eyes were sore, and he felt guilty and uncomfortable. He wanted to hold his hand, but when he saw the splint and the infusion needle, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Go and eat something, I'm fine."

Lu Henglin felt unreasonably uncomfortable when he thought of the neatly arranged meals in the refrigerator. He rubbed his face, pulled himself together and said, "I'm not hungry."

Winter is always a time when the ward is tense. This triple room is not spacious. The patients in the other two beds have already fallen asleep, and the ward is still quiet, so they speak very quietly.

"Then are you tired? Sleep for a while?"

Why did Lu Henglin still have the face to say that he was tired, he just shook his head silently, "I'll show you the infusion bottle, you go to sleep."

Xia Chengqi seemed to be very tired, so he didn't speak any more, just lying quietly for infusion.

At two o'clock in the night, Xia Chengqi's infusion was over. When Lu Henglin called the nurse to pull out the needle, he woke up. After the nurse went out for a while, his face suddenly changed, and he sat up with his left hand on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Lu Henglin was surprised.

"Need to vomit..." Xia Chengqi endured with an ugly expression on his face, Lu Henglin helped him slowly walk to the bathroom, Xia Chengqi pushed him, and quickly vomited into the toilet.

Hearing his heart-piercing vomiting, Lu Henglin felt his heart wrenching together. Although the doctor said that vomiting was likely to occur after a concussion, he was still terribly worried when he saw Xia Chengqi's slender back, and stretched out his hand lightly. Pat and caress.

Xia Chengqi raised his head reluctantly, and said vaguely to Lu Henglin, "Go out, don't look..." He turned his head and vomited as soon as he finished speaking.

He tossed and tossed for a while before rinsing his mouth and lying down.

Lu Henglin looked at Xia Chengqi's pale face, and regret began to well up in his heart again.

Xia Chengqi suddenly said to him, "The hospital bed is very big, you can lie on it together."

Lu Henglin was startled, can they still be so close now?But there was a small voice in his heart, telling him that he also looked forward to reuniting with him.

Xia Chengqi gently lifted the quilt with his left hand, "Come on, you don't even wear a coat, sit all night and be careful not to catch a cold."

Lu Henglin hesitated for a moment, "I will touch your hand..."

Xia Chengqi smiled weakly, "The right hand is on the other side, besides I... I'm still a little flustered, please accompany me for a while."

Lu Henglin was quickly persuaded, he thought, at this moment, let them forget all the entanglements and unhappiness that stood between them, and warm each other as before.

He lay down carefully beside Xia Chengqi, reaching out to help him tidy the quilt.

Xia Chengqi looked at him from a very close distance, his eyes were still so pretty in the dim night light of the ward, he suddenly smiled, his uninjured eyes slightly curved, "I haven't told you yet, Happy New Year."

Lu Henglin was very bitter after hearing this, and couldn't laugh at all. This New Year's Eve, because of his momentary anger, Xiaoqi suffered so many injuries, how could he be happy.

"I..." I'm sorry words are on the lips, but it seems that I can't say it this time.

He still wants to say a lot, including the apology in his heart, his discomfort, and the urge to make peace.

But he was afraid that all of this would be short-lived, maybe when he woke up tomorrow, the person in front of him would be Xia Chengqi from the past two years.

At night, Lu Henglin had a dream.

It was still what happened last night, but the dream was much more terrifying. When he ran to the stairs, he saw Xiao Qi lying at the bottom of the stairs, with a large scarlet blood protruding from the back of his head, lying there motionless, his face was terribly pale.

He felt that he couldn't breathe, and the great panic and pain hit his heart heavily. When he stumbled and ran down to hug Xiao Qi, he felt that the person in his arms was so soft that he was terrified, and he could almost feel him. The body temperature dissipated little by little.

"Xiao Qi——" he heard himself screaming, with a shrill cry, he kept hugging the person in his arms tightly, trying to stop the invisible feeling of being lost.

But Xiao Qi didn't open his eyes, didn't respond, didn't calmly comfort him, didn't smile at him...

"Xiao Qi, wake up..." He cried bitterly.

At this moment, he finally admitted to himself how much he cared about him. Although he was resentful because of the previous deception, he didn't know how to restore their relationship. He didn't want them to drift away, and he didn't like it. These years of tit-for-tat confrontation, he misses the past days when he was with each other and warmed each other, but it was too late, as if he didn't knock on Xiaoqi's door to apologize that night, he has no chance to redeem it.

"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry, don't leave me..." He finally cried and said what he had been struggling to say, but it was so late.

"Shh, I'm fine, don't cry..." The gentle and deep comforting voice rescued him from the sad nightmare. He felt that he hadn't woken up, but the painful dream finally passed.

It seemed to be Xiao Qi, who gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I'm..."

The desolate mood gradually calmed down, and he remembered that Xiao Qi was already lying on the hospital bed, beside him, although he was injured, he still smiled at him, and his smiling eyes were crooked , just like before, very softly said Happy New Year to myself.

He was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, he was thinking in a daze, when he wakes up tomorrow, he must make up with Xiao Qi.

Then in a trance, he seemed to feel that the soft lips were printed on his forehead, very light and soft.It was obviously a little strange, but he felt that this feeling was very good, it made his heart soft and sweet, and all the sadness seemed to be comforted.

He wanted to laugh a little, he probably wanted to restore his relationship with Xiaoqi so much, that he would have such a dream.

On the first day of the new year, let's make up.