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Qiao Ruige felt as if he had gone through a difficult trek, exhausted his strength, almost exhausted, and finally climbed out of an abyss called "Dream".

He was very tired and seemed to be overdrawn from body to soul.

He had countless dreams.

Sometimes it's climbing a weird mountain in a dream.

The mountain wall is steep, the mountain is steep, the whole mountain is bare, there is no vegetation, only the gray and white of the rocks.

However, no matter how huge the stone looks, it has already been weathered, and it may cause a large area to collapse at any time because it is accidentally grasped in the wrong place.

Like an outdoor rock climber, he stretched his limbs and attached himself to the mountain wall, climbing up cautiously.

But he knew clearly in his heart that he was not a good rock climber, and he didn't have any safety protection equipment on his body. Even if the wind was a bit stronger, he might be blown off.

He didn't dare to look down. Although he didn't take a look at it, he knew that apart from the steep mountain wall that was almost at right angles, there was only an abyss of darkness under his feet.

This filled him with fear.

He gritted his teeth, took every step with extreme care, and slowly climbed to the top of the mountain inch by inch.

Just when he was one step away from the top of the mountain and breathed a sigh of relief, the hard rock he was holding on to suddenly shattered into powder, and he fell rapidly towards the pitch-black abyss.

Sometimes I dream that I seem to be undergoing a long punishment.

His hands and feet were bound, and his body was nailed to the ground in a big shape.

There was the sound of fast horseshoes approaching him accompanied by the chilling "rumbling" roar.

He twisted his neck with difficulty and looked towards the source of the sound.

A glossy black horse ran towards him. Behind the horse was a rolling stone the size of a millstone. Under his terrified eyes, it galloped past him, and the horse's hoof and the rolling stone rolled over him one after another.

This is not over yet, somehow the horse obeyed someone's orders, pulled the rolling stone and crushed him back and forth, as if it would never end.

His whole body was in severe pain, and all the bones in his body seemed to be melted into mud during the endless torture.

He was so painful that he wanted to die, but he couldn't die. He could only bear the pain again and again awake, just like Prometheus trapped on the Caucasus Mountain.

Or dream about the real world.

Under the colorful and blurred lights, the bar was crowded with people, all the strange faces showed fascinated and excited expressions, and the air was filled with an unspeakable smell.

He was squeezed in the crowd, he didn't know where he wanted to go, and he only realized vaguely in his dizzy mind that he was looking for someone, but there was no one like him.

Those who took the initiative to post them, and those who made ambiguous laughter and whispers in his ears, only made him feel irritated for a while.

He felt uncomfortable, with nausea in his stomach from time to time. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't find a way out when he pushed through the crowd.

He was extremely irritable, and there seemed to be a fire in his heart, which might erupt at any time.

Just when he was about to lose control of himself, a hand stretched out and grabbed his wrist, and a cold, displeased voice said in his ear, come here.

He wanted to protest this man's attitude towards him, but he couldn't help but follow along, with an inexplicable trust in his heart.

The man led him around three times, and quickly brought him out of the labyrinth-like bar. It was a clear day outside the bar, the streets were clean, and the air was fresh.

He cheered up and turned his head to say thank you to the man, but the man disappeared.

He stood where he was, feeling at a loss. He didn't know why the man seemed unhappy, and he didn't know why he wanted to help him even though he was unhappy.

The most realistic dream was in the garden of Qiao's old house, a black Phaeton roared and slammed towards him, but he stood still, unable to move his hands and feet, and could only watch Qiao Xin in the driver's seat. Da twisted into a ferocious face.

After gradually struggling out of the endless dream abyss, Qiao Ruige had a most painful stage.

He was not fully awake, and he didn't know where he was injured. He could only feel pain all over his body.

From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, every pore is being eaten by pain.

And he seemed to be tied to the bed by a net, he couldn't move, he couldn't break free, and he couldn't even cry out.

He could only clenched his fist, he clenched so tightly that his nails sank into his palm, as if he wanted to fight the greater pain in his body with a tingling pain that was already insignificant in comparison.

In Qiao Ruige's vague consciousness, he felt a hand that gently but firmly opened his fingers, and then he felt a thin and flexible existence in the palm of his hand.

He held it instinctively and tried his best. His fingernails seemed to pierce the opponent's skin, but the opponent didn't even hum.

Instead, he heard a familiar yet distant voice gently reassuring him.

The voice said, "Don't be afraid, it's all right."

He turned his head anxiously, trying to hear more clearly, and seemed to want to get closer to the voice.

The forehead seemed to be gently caressed by cold fingers, and then there was a gentle touch on the forehead.

Like a crying child asking for candy, Qiao Ruige gradually became quiet. It seemed that this gentle soothing gave him new strength, and made him fall into a deep sleep again in the pain of his body.

After a while, when Qiao Ruige became more awake, he felt that someone was cleaning his body, feeding him water, and massaging his uninjured joints and muscles while he was half asleep and half awake.

The man wiped his body very lightly, as if he was afraid of hurting him, but he would apply more force when massaging, as if he knew how to make him feel comfortable.

There is thoughtfulness and carefulness everywhere, as well as intimate familiarity.

Qiao Ruige, who was still in a trance, suddenly felt relieved.

He subconsciously knew that that person was Wu Xia.

The person who has been by his side all the time, taking good care of him, comforting him, and telling him not to be afraid, is Wu Xia.

However, when he really woke up, opened his eyes, and began to look for Wu Xia with his eyes, he discovered that the person who came to take care of him every day, feed him medicine, and wipe his body was a strange nurse aunt.

The auntie, the nurse hired by Qiao's family, is naturally very well-known and has a very high professional quality.

Auntie was clear in her work and skilled in nursing, but Qiao Ruige always felt that Auntie's hands always seemed to be too strong, which made him very uncomfortable.

He suspected that it was all his own hallucination, but he recalled it over and over again, but he still only came to one conclusion.

There was a person who took care of him tenderly, that person was Wu Xia, it was not his illusion.

Now that he woke up, he was eager to merge the illusion with the reality, but there was no Wu Xia, only the nurse aunt.

He didn't want to talk for a long time, because of his overdrawn body and because he was lazy.

He never knew that he could be so lazy that he didn't even want to talk to his parents.

He knew that once he opened his mouth, there would be more and more complicated exchanges, and he felt that he didn't want to bear the burden of these things that bothered him.

But now he has a strong desire to ask questions.

So he asked Mrs. Qiao: "Where's Wu Xia?"

Although the tone is hesitant, it has a directness that cannot be refuted.

Mrs. Qiao was secretly surprised.

She saw the doubt, disappointment and faint helplessness in Qiao Ruige's eyes. These emotions pricked her like needles and made her feel distressed.

She smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Why do you ask that?"

Qiao Ruige said more firmly: "He is here, right?"

It sounds like a question, but it is actually an affirmative sentence.

He already had an answer in his heart, but Mrs. Qiao didn't know how to answer him.

That's right, after Qiao Ruige came out of the ICU, Wu Xia has been taking care of him. At first, Mrs. Qiao didn't know about it. He always came when Mrs. Qiao and the others were away, until Mrs. Qiao bumped into him once.

It was the most painful period after Qiao Ruige's operation. Every day, he was tortured by the pain in his body and sweated profusely. For the sake of his recovery and health, he couldn't get too many painkilling injections. No matter how uncomfortable he was, he could only Can survive on his own.

When Mrs. Qiao arrived, what she saw was a scene that surprised and moved her.

Wu Xia sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Qiao Ruige, one of his hands was tightly held by Qiao Ruige who was still awake.

Mrs. Qiao knew that Qiao Ruige's hand strength was particularly strong when he was in a coma. Once she wanted to help him tuck the quilt, but he grabbed his wrist, leaving behind a bruise that could not fade away for several days.

Wu Xia's hand was about to be deformed by him, and the strength almost broke the bones.

Mrs. Qiao just watched, as if she also experienced the terrible force, not to mention, she also saw that Qiao Ruige's nails pierced the skin on the back of Wu Xia's hand, and a little blood was oozing out.

But Wu Xia acted like a normal person, letting Qiao Ruige hold his hand like that, saying over and over again to Qiao Ruige who didn't know if he could hear him: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid."

The gaze he looked at Qiao Ruige was full of tenderness and pity, which made Mrs. Qiao's heart tremble. At that moment, she seemed to have glimpsed the sweetest and deadliest secret.

Now, she seems to have glimpsed that similar secret from her son's eyes.

But she could not answer him.

After being bumped into by Mrs. Qiao that time, Wu Xia took care of Qiao Ruige openly and aboveboard.

Mrs. Qiao was well aware of his relationship with Qiao Ruige, but she didn't tell the truth. She didn't want to use Wu Xia's feelings for her precious son to get better care of him. On the contrary, she always felt sorry.

No matter what kind of love and hate there was between them, it was Qiao Ruige who was the first to withdraw and get married.

Seeing Wu Xia's careful care of Qiao Ruige, she couldn't use "one willing to fight, one willing to endure" to justify Qiao Ruige.

But she didn't want to stop Wu Xia either.

Firstly, she couldn't bear to deprive Wu Xia of the opportunity to meet Qiao Ruige, secondly, she secretly felt that maybe Qiao Ruige would be very happy to see Wu Xia after waking up.

So she has always regarded Wu Xia's actions as acquiescing, and occasionally she would chat with Qiao Ruige about his recovery, or she would bring Wu Xia an extra serving of soup.

But just when Qiao Ruige was awake longer and recovering better and better, Wu Xia made a request to her.

When Mrs. Qiao came that day, Wu Xia had just given Qiao Ruige a massage. Seeing her coming, she greeted her and left the ward.

Mrs. Qiao sat by the bed for a while. Seeing that Qiao Ruige was in a deep sleep, she wanted to go to the doctor's office to ask the doctor what to pay attention to in the next stage. As soon as she stepped out of the ward, she saw Wu Xia not far away. Standing against the wall by the window, he stood up straight when he saw her go out.

This made Mrs. Qiao realize that Wu Xia had something to say to her.

She walked over and asked with concern: "Why don't you go back to rest?"

Wu Xia shook her head: "I'm not tired."

He raised his hand and scratched his ear, and Mrs. Qiao noticed that there were still some faint marks on his hand from the wound Qiao Ruige pinched.

Wu Xia hesitated for a while, as if she had made up her mind, and said to Mrs. Qiao, "Can you promise me a request?"

He didn't promise me "one thing", but "a request". This seemed solemn and serious, and Mrs. Qiao felt serious.

"What? Say it."

Wu Xia said: "I would like to ask you, don't tell him that I have been here, just, please don't let him know about my being here during this time."

Mrs. Qiao was taken aback, and looked at him puzzled: "Why?"

She really didn't understand that Wu Xia had done so many things with all his heart and effort, not to mention Qiao Ruige, the Qiao family owed him a favor, and instead of mentioning the compensation, he asked her to keep it a secret, even Qiao Rui Don't even tell.

Wu Xia turned her eyes to the ward, then lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I have my reasons, he..."

He didn't finish his sentence, what he wanted to say was that Qiao Ruige would be the groom in May, so why let him know what he had done?

Do you want Qiao Ruige to be grateful?guilty?

He doesn't want either, he only wants Qiao Ruige to get well soon and live in a healthy and healthy way.

His hesitation and sad expression made Mrs. Qiao stop asking. She is a soft-hearted woman, so although she didn't know the reason, she still agreed to him.

Faced with Qiao Ruige's question, Mrs. Qiao was in a dilemma.

She solemnly promised Wu Xia that she would keep her promise to him, even if it was only because of the fact that he had taken good care of Qiao Ruige.

But at the same time, she is a soft-hearted mother who loves her son, and she always instinctively agrees to her son's request, not to mention that her beloved son has just experienced a life-and-death disaster, and this kind of joy for the rest of his life is even more It made her want to give him more pampering, not to mention asking her personally, she would pick the stars for him even if she wanted them.

There is promise on the one hand, and maternal love on the other, Mrs. Qiao is really entangled in her heart.

Qiao Ruige stared at her closely: "You know."

Another affirmation.

Mrs. Qiao sighed in her heart. This son is too smart to hide it from him.Did he break his promise to Wu Xia, or let his son down?

After a fierce inner struggle, Mrs. Qiao chose to hide part of the truth and reveal the other half.

"I met him here, and the first time I saw him, he seemed to be wearing a hospital gown," she said.

She thought that such an answer should not violate her promise to Wu Xia.

"Patient clothes?" Qiao Ruige frowned.

"Yes," Mrs. Joe said, "he was wearing a down jacket, and I remember that it was the same blue and white striped clothes as the hospital gown... Oh, by the way, he was wearing a hospital patient bracelet."

She thought, adding one more message is still not a breach of promise, as for more, son, it's up to you, come on.

Soon, Qiao Ruige summoned Secretary Han and the driver, Uncle Li, and assigned them tasks.

He asked Secretary Han to check the hospital's records to see if Wu Xia had been hospitalized here, which department he was in, and what disease he was suffering from.

Secretary Han went to do it as soon as he got the order. The driver, Uncle Li, stood at the end of the hospital bed, waiting a little nervously for the young master to give him an order. The task Qiao Ruige assigned to Secretary Han sounded very troublesome. He didn't know that he would Is it difficult to do something at the booth, after all, I am just a driver.

Qiao Ruige looked at him for a while and said, "Uncle Li, you go to Green Bay Garden."

Uncle Li was stunned: "Yes."

Qiao Ruige looked a little solemn: "If he is there, he will take it directly. If he is not there, he will go to Jintai to look for it."

He told Uncle Li the password of the apartment and the name of the store where Wu Xia worked. Uncle Li didn't dare to delay, so he hurried there.

After everyone left, Qiao Ruige leaned against the head of the bed, frowning more and more tightly.

He was very disturbed, Mrs. Qiao's answer made him more sure that Wu Xia was taking care of him, but why didn't he come again?

He didn't understand.

It was Secretary Han who reported the news first. He has been with Qiao Ruige for so long, and he has a very good way of handling these matters.

She told Qiao Ruige that Wu Xia had indeed been hospitalized in this hospital, in the department of respiratory and pneumonia.

"Pneumonia?" Qiao Ruige's brows never loosened.

He remembered the time he went back to the apartment and had a big fight with Wu Xia, the side at the "Jintai" perfume counter, and the last phone call he made to Wu Xia.

Thinking of this, he seemed to hear Wu Xia's intermittent and almost hoarse cough again.

He said what it feels like not to appear in his heart.

At that time, he only felt annoyed, maybe he felt distressed, but more like he was angry at why this person was so troublesome, a cough that dragged on for so long was not good, and it was just a cold that was so delicate.

Who knew it was pneumonia.

He also remembered that night in the apartment, he argued with Wu Xia and refused to allow him to move out. Wu Xia was wearing thin pajamas and shivering on the ground with bare feet.

Is that how you get sick?

And what was he doing at that time?He was losing his temper, and he couldn't even button the pajamas that were torn.

Qiao Ruige couldn't help scolding himself in his heart, beast.

He looked at Secretary Han coldly: "No more?"

Secretary Han went on to say: "He only stayed for ten days, and then he recovered and was discharged from the hospital."

Qiao Ruige calculated the time in his mind, it was a long time ago, he couldn't help but feel angry and a little bit wronged, since he was discharged from the hospital, wouldn't he have more time to spend with me?I've been with you all, so what's the matter with running for half of it?

He thought, when Uncle Li finds him, he must ruthlessly...

He looked at his immobile legs and felt a faint pain in his sternum, as if he couldn't do anything to Wu Xia.

It doesn't matter, let's catch it first.he thought angrily.

Uncle Li had been gone for a long time, so long that Qiao Ruige wanted to call to urge him, but when he reappeared at the door of the ward, it was still cold in spring, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, with an uneasy expression on his face.

Qiao Ruige's heart sank suddenly.

Uncle Li said that he went to Green Bay Garden first, and all Wu Xia’s things in the apartment had been removed, only some clothes that looked new or hadn’t been removed from the closet were left in the closet. Tai", only to find out that Wu Xia had resigned before the Chinese New Year.

Qiao Ruige didn't speak, he looked numb, and his whole body seemed to be empty.

His clever mind seemed to be rusted suddenly, and he thought dully, all of them were moved away, and the remaining ones were forced to buy by him later, so he didn't want them anymore?Why not?Dirty?

After a while, I thought again, how could Wu Xia resign?Isn't he so anxious to make money and pay off his debts?Why resign?Before the Chinese New Year... oh, because I was sick and had to be hospitalized, right?Hospitalized, oh yes, hospitalized, is there anyone to take care of him?Is there any friend who came to see him, lying alone in the ward, will he be lonely...

In a daze, Qiao Ruige heard Uncle Li calling him, and he looked up at Uncle Li blankly.

Uncle Li took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him: "There is still this on the bedside table, I brought it here."

Qiao Ruige took it blankly, and after looking at it for a while, he recognized that it was a gift from Mrs. Qiao to Wu Xia after Wu Xia went shopping with Mrs. Qiao.

He opened the box, and the rough and rigid sports watch lay quietly in the box.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It really doesn't match him at all."

But he didn't know that in Uncle Li's eyes, his smile was uglier than crying.