I still have your pendant

When He Qucheng watched Fu Hang fall into the river, his whole body was powerless and collapsed. He was almost too sad for the future, his body had already taken a step ahead, and before he even had time to punch Zheng Ye, he had already crossed the fence. Jumped straight into the river.

At the end of spring, the river water was still bitingly cold, and the bottom of the river was full of silt, so people's sight was completely hindered by the pollution of impurities on the bottom of the river.He Qucheng swam out of the water and called Fu Hang's name a few times, but no one answered, and the bodyguards on the bridge also indicated that they did not find Fu Hang's shadow.

With a gloomy face, He Qucheng took a breath and swam to the bottom of the water.

Most people will have two reactions when they fall into the water. The first is that they don’t have any yearning for life and just let themselves sink to the bottom of the water. Hang is undoubtedly the second type, but during the ten or so seconds when Fu Hang fell into the water and He Qucheng dived back and forth, it was impossible not to see the shadow of Fu Hang thumping.

A bad possibility flashed through He Qucheng's mind, Fu Hang had probably lost the ability to struggle now, so he had no way to struggle for help.

He Qucheng tried his best to swim a few laps near the water where Fu Hang fell into the water, and his heart tightened, because there were indeed many undercurrents at the bottom of the river. If Fu Hang could not be found immediately, He Qucheng would not dare to imagine the consequences.

He still had a lot of things to say to Fu Hang, he didn't have time to explain the truth that he tried his best to hide, he didn't tell him his past, and he didn't even say a word of love to Fu Hang...

He Qucheng dived deeper and deeper, even almost reaching the bottom of the river, but there was still no sign of Fu Hang.

But he clearly saw a trace of eye-catching red in the turbid river water, which suddenly appeared in his line of sight and caught his eyes.

He Qucheng didn't even have time to think, so he swam directly towards the source of the red color.

Fu Hang actually fell there, peacefully as if he had fallen asleep in the mud at the bottom of the river.

He Qucheng didn't have time to take a closer look, and after swimming over, he hugged Fu Hang up and swam decisively to the surface of the water.

But it turned out that I didn't feel that way when I was in the water. After I came out, I suddenly found that Fu Hang's body was severely iced. He Qucheng sat on the bank and hugged Fu Hang even tighter, letting him lean into his arms and call out softly. his name.

Fu Hang probably didn't have time to change his posture when he first fell into the water. His head hit the corner of the bridge pier with the water flow, and a gap was abruptly opened near his forehead, which looked shocking.

He Qucheng didn't have the heart to look at him, he just hugged him tightly, he was afraid that if he let go, this person would be gone, not to mention that Fu Hang still had anemia, he bled so much, the person in his arms now There was no trace of blood on the lips.

"Fu Hang, Fu Hang, wake up and look at me?"

He Qucheng spoke into Fu Hang's ear weakly, turning a deaf ear to the words of the bodyguards who came beside him, as if everything had been cut off, he only had eyes on the person in his arms, and only this person he could touch.

"You haven't said you want to forgive me, you still say you dislike me, you haven't heard what I explained to you, Fu Hang, wake up, look at me, look at me again."

He Qucheng said as if no one was around, almost begging but also almost extravagant.

Because the person in his arms didn't give him any response until he was pushed into the operating room, as if he hated him to the extreme and didn't want to see him again.

He Qucheng was sitting alone in the corridor outside the operating room of the hospital, his body was wet, his hair was tame, there were still traces of Fu Hang's blood on his clothes, and there was a faint stench of the river on his body.

He Qucheng didn't care about the strange eyes of others in the hospital, and also ignored the noise of the bodyguards on the side talking to He Zhai on the phone. All he could think about was the man lying in the operating room, and he looked up at the ceiling in the hospital corridor feebly. , For a while, I couldn't recall what Fu Hang said to himself at the end.

It seemed that he only remembered that Fu Hang was asking him if he had another chance, would he tell him the truth.

How did he answer then?He seems to be clearing up the change of clothes while answering "no" with a deadpan expression.

"Fucking no way." He Qucheng yelled in a low voice when he thought of the sudden agitation here.

If he had known that this would be the case, he would not have kept Fu Hang's nonsense from him. He would definitely have a good talk with him and would not leave. No matter what, he would not leave. Ye would be the last person behind the scenes, and he didn't expect that person to know so much clearly.

Now that Zheng Ye has been controlled by them, the most urgent thing is to ask him to hand over Fu Jie's suicide note. Fu Jie's suicide note will be exposed, and the He family will not be spared by then, but he is not in the mood to deal with those matters now. What he is thinking about now is The man was lying in the operating room, dead or alive.

When He Qucheng signed the operation notice with his own hands, his mind went blank. He just remembered what that person said to him and gave him a sense of security. Although he pretended not to care every time, But the person whose heart is actually extremely fragile is now lying in the operating room, and he feels worried.

Fu Hang bled a lot, and with his recent complications of acute anemia, He Qucheng looked at those little nurses who hurried out from the operating room to get blood bags for no reason, fearing that the man would never wake up again, Afraid that he would never be able to open his eyes to see himself again.

He Qucheng buried his face in his palms, his shoulders trembled slightly, helpless like a lost child who didn't know how to ask for help, because the person who could save him might not be able to wake up and open his eyes to see him.

It was the old lady who came over and gave He Qucheng a slap without hesitation, and pulled He Qucheng's collar impulsively, "This is what you promised me to take good care of him? That's how you told me" OK?"

He Qucheng was probably stunned by that slap, and sat there for a long while without moving or speaking, not to mention that he actually had nothing to explain, the fact was there, it was his responsibility, and he did not shirk it.

After a while, the old lady probably didn't have the energy to beat him anymore, so He Qucheng regained his strength and walked straight to the old man beside him.

The old man looked at him with a bad face, but he didn't blame him for anything. Seeing He Qucheng walking towards him, he was a little curious for a while.

"Fu Jie's suicide note is in the hands of Zheng Ye, and it will probably be published soon." He Qucheng ignored the strange eyes of the old man, "You probably know better than me what will be written in the suicide note, now that Zheng Ye is in our hands , as long as he can take out the things, the He family will be able to keep it. Also, Fu Hang may already know about his life experience."

He Guowei listened, his face became more and more ugly, he was silent for a long time and suppressed his anger before he said, "It's really a crime, I will let Yaohua deal with it." After finishing speaking, he looked at He Qucheng again, and frowned, "You go change it." Put on your clothes, the operation will not be so fast."

He Qucheng did not protest, but looked at the door of the operating room with some reluctance, and finally drove away first.

Even if he stays there, he can't do anything, so he might as well go home and change his clothes to clean himself up before going to see Fu Hang.

He Qucheng took the key and went back to Fu Hang's apartment. The unwashed bowl for lunch was soaking in the sink. The earl ran towards him happily when he heard the movement, but he probably smelled the fishy smell on his body. Some daunting.

He Qucheng didn't seem to want to make trouble with it, so he took off his shoes and walked into the bathroom, let himself take a shower, wrapped a towel around him, went out and changed into a set of clothes.

The clothes belonged to Fu Hang, a white sweater, which made her look younger.

Although Fu Hang always likes to laugh at himself about his age on the surface, He Qucheng knows that that person has always been a child at heart, and wants to make himself look younger and naive, but he always likes to put on a sullen face and pretend to be old look.

Thinking like this, He Qucheng walked to the kitchen silently, stood in front of the sink and washed the dishes, just listening to the sound of the water flowing, feeling the movement of the earl rubbing his ankle, He Qucheng's eyes were a little red.

He stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands stained with dish soap with a rag, knelt down and rubbed the earl's head, and asked softly, "Do you also feel that there is someone missing in the room?"

The count didn't answer him, but just stared at him suspiciously, raised his front legs and put his head on He Qucheng's knee.

He Qucheng ignored the Earl and stood up.

It’s because he feels that there is someone missing in the room, the person who laughs every time he watches TV and spreads snacks everywhere, the person who will come to grab his hand even in his sleep, the person who is missing Every time I like to sneak around and be shameless in private.

Without his Fu Hang.

He Qucheng thought to himself, ignoring the Earl's actions.

He just had some reminiscences, reminiscing about the little things he had experienced with Fu Hang in less than a month.

He thought that the man would always watch TV on the sofa, would always come in to look for snacks in the refrigerator before the meal was ready, would always forget to pour dog food for the earl, and even forget to give the dog food to the man on the balcony. Water a few pots of Chlorophytum.

But this is the kind of person who is now lying in the operating room of the hospital, ignorant of life and death, dangling before the gate of hell.

He Qucheng threw the bowl back into the sink, and went straight to the hospital before rinsing off the foam.

Before Fu Hang came out, the old lady and the old man were still guarding the door.

Seeing He Qucheng coming, the two of them didn't speak, and He Qucheng didn't intend to say anything, and sat down on the chair directly.

The three of them were speechless for a while.

Fu Hang was pushed out of the operating room at [-] o'clock in the evening. The wound on the head had five stitches, and because he hit the stone at the bottom of the river, his spleen was damaged, he lost too much blood and he stayed in the river for a long time. If you have a fever, the doctor's suggestion is that you should be transferred to the hospital for treatment first, and then you need to observe it. After all, it hit your brain, so you have to pay more attention.

He Guowei didn't dispute this statement, and neither did the old lady. He Qucheng stood aside and didn't speak. He contacted the private hospital where Fu Hang lived before, and went through the transfer procedures overnight.

By the time everything was over, it was almost midnight at night, and Fu Hang hadn't woken up, but Li Que called once.

He Qucheng might really need someone to talk to, so he briefly explained what happened. Fortunately, Fu Hang's cell phone location was turned on and then turned off, so he arrived in such a timely manner, but it was still a step late.

Li Que listened to the man's rambling explanation on the other end of the phone, and listened silently, just like hearing Fu Hang talking about He Qucheng before, she didn't say much, but gave He Qucheng less than ten words before hanging up the phone "Take care of him and don't lose him again."

After hearing this sentence, He Qucheng didn't say anything, just nodded and hung up the phone where Li Que couldn't see.

He is now sitting beside Fu Hang's bed, looking at the man with gauze tied on his head, his eyes are depressed.

At this time, the old lady and the old man went back first, and He Qucheng was here alone. He had originally agreed with the old lady that he would go back after all the procedures were completed, but now he suddenly didn't want to leave.

He wanted to stay here and accompany this person who seemed to be sleeping in front of him. He felt distressed when he looked at him, but there was nothing he could do.It was very similar to the year when Fu Hang tried to commit suicide, he was also sitting in front of Fu Hang's bed so helpless and sad.

He Qucheng looked at the person on the bed, and opened his mouth slowly, ignoring the fact that Fu Hang might not be able to hear it, because it seemed that only at this time could he expose those past events to Fu Hang, and only at this time could he say those things. Buried seven years of secrets in his heart.

"Tell you my story? About the truth, and me."