Zhuang Jingyan didn't see clearly what her expression was when she lowered her head, but she insisted, so she had to retreat and retreat to a place far away where she couldn't see.

Let her think she has rested.

The author Gu Xuewen took a bus from behind and walked behind Zhuang Jingyan at the end of the corridor. He patted her shoulder and asked, "How is it?" Zhuang Jingyan shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Now, except for the soldiers and officers walking around, the lonely and slender man on the bench was left.

She slowly curled up.

She lost one of the shoes on the way she came, and I don't remember where it was. Her bare hands and one foot were covered with mud. She curled up her knees and hugged herself gently with trembling.

In the cold air, I remembered-

The first time I met Hosran.

He scolded her and sneered at her. Every expression, detail, and look slowly magnified in memory.

After marriage, he had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. The quilt was folded squarely and the brushing cup was always placed in the same direction. He had a bad stomach, so he should not eat it too irritating and spicy, and his taste was light.

During the days when she had spoiled her to the bone, he liked to hold her body with one arm, liked to bury her head in her soft and sensitive neck, and liked to stay quietly with her. She especially remembered that on the day she registered, he parked the car on the side of the road and said to her: "I am your husband, and I will treat you well in the future."

He was indeed not good either. He forced her to come to Kyoto with self-righteousness, killed Lin Weilan, and forced her to draw a clear line between him and Jing Sheng jealously until the heavens and man were separated forever. When he forced her to donate kidneys to Yun Shang, he said, "No matter what you want, I agree. Tongtong, I'm sorry for you."

So fortunately, he still understands what is right and what is wrong, and he can wake up from what is wrong.

Even she had to admit that he had changed so much.

A man who was once so proud that he could not lose face can now kneel down, give up his dignity, and beg for humility;

A photo of her and Gu Jingsheng once made him so jealous that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he could go to the underworld for her words "I want Ye Xiao to be safe and sound."

"Mother."

A sudden scream rang in the corridor.

Zhuang Jingyan hid in the corner and looked at her, looking furrowed all over. In a hurry, she saw Qin Fangrong and his wife waiting in the Upper Outdoor Room, and also saw the child who was taken to the hospital by them. She was afraid that Lin Yitong would be unable to think about it for a moment, so she wanted to take the child over to her and invisibly reminded her not to do stupid things.

Not far away, the crystal clear little boy was dressed thickly like a cotton ball, and stood not far away with his big eyes.

Under Zhuang Jingyan's push, he walked over swayingly, his little hand went forward and grabbed her hand, looking at her eyes crisply and shouted: "Mom."

The soft little hand disturbed her mind.

She almost forgot that there was such a small child who called her mother, which was her heart.

Her little face was as pale as paper, and suddenly remembered the early winter of the United States that year. In the heavy snow, she picked up the abandoned cradle at the streets and alleys. She worked in the hospital and knew how many abandoned babies were in the hospital, but she couldn't understand why she suddenly couldn't walk at that moment. She had to stop, hugged him and knelt on the ground, begging Qin Fangrong to take them in with her eyes.

She understands.

Now she finally understood.

Even if she didn't admit it, she knew how heartbroken she had for the child she had lost. She wanted to keep him so much, so she took Xiao Taotao away and raised him, imagining what the pool of blood shed from her body would be like at this moment if it still existed.

A drop of clear tears fell out of the hot eyes and hit the hem of the mud-covered skirt.

Just like at the rescue scene, she held his body tightly against her chest, and cried bitterly, and finally understood what Hosran was to her.

She laughed and knew that she could no longer say piously and eagerly from the bottom of her heart:

Please, you must be alive.

Because even if he is not alive.

Even if he is dead.

……………………

He will definitely not be alone.

Fucking fuck*

Ye Xiao's awakening was in the early morning.

The misty light shone out and sprinkled on the hospital bed.

His face was pale, his lips were very dry, and his left shoulder was wrapped tightly, so tight that he didn't feel the pain that was almost numb. He slowly tilted his head and saw Qin Fangrong sleeping in front of the bed.

It is not appropriate to say that the hair is gray overnight, but he clearly saw it, it is still

However, the forty-five-year-old mother's temples were covered with silver moonlight.

The heart hurts like a tear in an instant.

But he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things. He remembered that he came out of the explosion site yesterday, went home, talked to her, and saw her disappear, he remembered it. If - he said that if Hosran could survive the explosion landslide, then he would definitely be sent to this hospital.

Last night, at the junction of pain and drowsiness, he clearly heard the noise of busyness outside the ward.

There was a sound of military boots trampling on Zulang.

Some people call "Chief".

He gently lifted the quilt, Ye Xiao held the railing of the bed, tried not to wake up his mother, walked slowly to the door, reached out and opened the ward door.

Air conditioning enters.

He trembled with the cold for a moment, and still opened the door and walked forward. He saw that there were many soldiers sleeping in the corridor of the ward opposite, mud and lime all over his body, and even the corridor was filled with footprints of trampling when he came back from the rescue site. The lights in the rescue room are still on now, with sparse doctors and nurses coming in and out.

Finally, his eyes were drawn to the bench—

The small black and gray figure was almost contaminated and could not recognize it, but he could still distinguish the outline and shape at a glance.

"Why are you out?" The nurse was shocked by passing by him. "Do you know if you have a gunshot wound? If you care for it, you will be disabled. Hurry up and go in and rest. It's still early..."

Ye Xiao stopped.

He lowered his face pale and asked the nurse: "How is that patient?"

The nurse looked back and said, "It's been a rescue. It's been a night and hasn't passed the dangerous period yet. Whether or not you can wake up is a problem."

"What's wrong?" Is the injury too serious?

"I don't know, it seems to be a concussion and two gunshot wounds, but the most important thing is that it has been buried in the ruins for too long, and there are heavy objects to press and severe internal bleeding. It is a miracle that there are signs of life." The nurse paused, remembering his military uniform yesterday, "I'll help you in."

Ye Xiao refused.

He could no longer fall asleep, especially after knowing this, he felt a little relieved in his heart, but he did not dare to let go completely.

Especially, he didn't know her situation yet.

He remembered the words that Hosran said to him before "death", as clearly as he engraved in his heart. He even thought she would choose him second best, but after experiencing this incident, did he still think she would choose that after he was resurrected? Ye Xiao, could he be her spare tire?

Or, she never felt in her heart that she should put him in the ranks of her future choice?

He tried hard to remove the astringent feeling in his heart, but the astringent feeling became heavier. He staggered over the wall, leaned over, and touched her face.

She didn't sleep deeply, as if she was holding on to a certain level, because her nerves were too tight and her energy was exhausted too quickly, and she suddenly woke up after touching her.

My eyes were so red and swollen that I don’t know how long I cried.

When Lin Yitong saw Ye Xiao, she was stunned and then sat up suddenly. Because she was moving too fast, the mud that had been made of dirt on her clothes fell down in Balabala. Then she turned to the ward with her wide eyes, lifted up her clothes, and ran inside: "Has he woke up?"

Ye Xiao was hanging one arm and stretched out his other hand to pull her. Her knee pain that had been frozen for too long was bent and almost fell down. Ye Xiao hurried forward and held her arm.

"No, I'm still rescuing, but I haven't woken up." He said quickly, his voice as hoarse as sand.

Her little face was also terriblely pale. When she heard the news, her mouth opened slightly several times, and her body trembled, as if she could not accept it. This dangerous period was too long.

Ye Xiao helped her back on the chair and asked her: "Do you want to go back and take a shower first to change your clothes? If you continue like this, you will ruin yourself."

She sat blankly, not expecting that the torture had not yet passed.

"Tongtong, Tongtong," she didn't say a word. Ye Xiao was frightened, held her piece, called her tremblingly, and finally focused her eyes on his face, and tried to smile palely, "Go back and change your clothes, I'll help you guard here, okay?"

She stared at him for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking about, but after a long time, she finally nodded.

right.

She is not in a hurry.
Chapter completed!