He didn't twist his foot in the first year of the new year. He was often kicked out before, but he could run screaming every time. He never twisted his foot. I don't know what happened today. He twisted as soon as he ran to the fire exit.
The ground was flat and there was no debris. He didn't know how he shook it like a foot in the air.
The man didn’t run fast, but the fire exit was the hall where the inpatient department was going through the procedures. There were a lot of people. When I continued to rush over on the first day of the junior high school, I couldn’t see anyone anymore. I wanted to go out and have a look, but I thought of Yan. When Hang was sitting alone in the small garden, he broke down in a cold sweat.
As he ran back, he stared at Yan Hang. He even stared at Sister Cleaning for several times, for fear that Sister Cleaning would suddenly pull off the wig and drew a machine gun from under the car.
It was only when he was about to take off his shoes that he realized that his ankle was so painful that he couldn't even touch it, and he didn't feel any force at all in such an action, and the pain made him sweat.
"Go and register," Yan Hang stood up, "go."
"No, not in a hurry." On the first day of the new year, he also stood up quickly, bent his sprained foot, and looked around, always feeling that it was not safe here, "I will send it first, and I will send you back."
"I..." Yan Hang frowned, trying to bend down to look at his feet.
"Hey don't, don't move." Chu Yi grabbed his arm.
"I can be discharged from the hospital in a few days," Yan Hang said, "I won't even be allowed to move when you are here?"
"I'll take you back to the ward." Chu put his foot in the shoe that he took off.
Failed, can't plug it back, and it hurts very much.
He had to hand the shoes to Yan Hang: "You take it, take it."
"Sit down," Yan Hang sighed, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number, "Uncle, come down here, in the little garden, my brother's ankle twisted... Well, it's very serious, you push him to see Look... Okay."
"Then, that person," Chu Yi kept raising his arms behind Yan Hang, "Can the police and Uncle Cha be able to adjust the supervision, monitor and arrest, get up?"
"Don't worry about it," Yan Hang said, "I'll tell Cui Yi in a moment..."
"Don't tell me what! Don't worry about it!" I was anxious at the first grade, and couldn't help raising my voice, staring at Yan Hang, "Why don't I, don't care! Ah!"
Yan Hang seemed to be taken aback by him and turned to look at him.
He was a little embarrassed at once, and when he was about to speak again, Yan Hang also yelled at him: "Foot!"
After roaring the word, Yan Hang stopped, and then his voice returned to the original, but the tone was still fierce: "It's all like that, you still care about that person! I told you to leave it alone! I will let you go now. Look at your feet! You fucking look at your feet! Do you understand?"
"Understood." Chu nodded.
"Don't yell at me!" Yan Hang leaned in front of him and said viciously, "I just can't get it right now, or I can yell you back over there and run over again."
"Ah," the first day of the new year glanced at him, "internal, internal strength is not enough?"
"Fuck," Yan Hang sullen his face for a while, then laughed at last, "Fuck..."
The uncle escort came over quickly, pushed Yan Hang back to the ward with a wheelchair on the first day of the day.
"Don't go out, go out." said the first day.
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.
"I know the hospital very well," the uncle pushed out on the first day of the new year. "You don't need to register, just go to the orthopedic ward to see the doctor first, and let him deal with it."
"Thank you." Yan Hang said.
"Thank you," the uncle smiled, "it doesn't take much trouble."
Seeing that Yan Hang did not close the door of the ward after he was pushed away on the first day of the new year. His bed was beside the door, and the nurse station was diagonally opposite. As long as the door was not closed, the nurse could see any movement.
He sat back on the bed and called Cui Yi.
"Are you sure?" Cui Yi was a little surprised.
"Yes," Yan Hang said, "I recognized it on the first day of the new year."
"I'll contact the police again," Cui Yi said. "The surveillance couldn't find out last time. This time in the hospital, I should be able to shoot more clearly."
"It's useless to recognize people," Yan Hang frowned. "If this person doesn't have a criminal record and knows what he looks like, I don't know who it is."
"I'll make you a transfer." Cui Yi said.
"No," Yan Hang looked outside the door, "He doesn't have that ability, and I feel he..."
"He is waiting for your dad to show up." Cui Yi said.
"Do you think so too?" Yan Hang bit his lip.
"Well," Cui Yi said, "but your dad won't be hooked."
"Yes, old fox." Yan Hang smiled.
"Now you have to pay attention," Cui Yi said, "I can't find any place to hide you, and it's useless to hide, you are in the bright place."
"I don't hide," Yan Hang said. "If it weren't for my distraction that day, he wouldn't be able to get close to me."
"You are exactly the same as your dad with this madness," Cui Yi sighed, "Then you better stop being distracted."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.
Distracted.
Yes, that day I was distracted by the first day of the new year.
But he was not too so-called, but he was afraid that he would feel guilty because of this.
Today, when I saw the first day of the first day anxiously, he felt uncomfortable, and he was particularly afraid of what happened to him when he rushed over on the first day of the first day. He might suffer if he is a little overcast.
What kind of role the father of the first year of junior high school played in this matter, he still can’t figure it out. Maybe it’s just to help drive a car. It’s possible to be forced or deceived, but it won’t be the key anyway. figure.
But he didn't think so in the first year of junior high. Yan Hang could feel that he had always had a strong sense of guilt, even though this matter had nothing to do with him.
This character is not a dog brother at all.
When he was pushed back to the ward by the uncle on the first day of the new year, he was no longer a dog, and his feet were bandaged.
"Is there a bone problem?" Yan Hang was stunned when he saw it.
"No," said the uncle, "it is packed with medicine. I took the film. The bones are okay, and the ligaments are strained. It's a bit inconvenient to walk for a while."
"No," she stood up on the first day of the junior high school and jumped to the bed in one step, "Look."
"I'll borrow a crutches for you," said the uncle. "You can jump up faster."
"Okay." Chuyi smiled.
"If you want to come these few days," Yan Hang said softly, "just take a taxi, and I will reimburse you, don't bear the money."
"Well," Chu nodded his head a little, thinking about it and glanced at him again, "I don't have the phone money back, but I haven't reported it to me."
"Oh," Yan Hang sighed, took out the wallet and handed it to him, "take the card and take it out by yourself."
"What about the password?" asked the first day.
"The top six of your mobile phone number." Yan Hang said.
"Mine?" The first day of the year was stunned.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "This card was given to me by my dad. The password I set before is very strange. I can't remember it. It was too troublesome to withdraw money last time, so I changed it."
"Oh." The first day of the new year looked down at the card.
When withdrawing money with Yan Hang's card in the lobby of the hospital, he looked at the balance on the first day of the new year, and it turned out that there was almost 100,000, which was a huge sum of money for him.
When he finished withdrawing the money and returned to the ward, he almost held the card in his mouth. He was very nervous all the way, and he leaped quickly on the crutches. He was afraid that the person just appeared again, and he was afraid that someone would snatch his card. Walked much faster than when the foot was not hurt.
He didn't react until he entered the ward. The card was snatched away, and there was no password.
In the past two days, Yan Hang has eaten liquid food. The so-called liquid food is porridge. It should be very painful for food lover Yan Hang.
When he put the card back in Yan Hang's wallet, Yan Hang was staring at a bowl of rice soup in a daze.
"Don't want to eat?" asked the first day.
"Waiting to let it cool down and drink it all at once," Yan Hang said, "You can eat something, uncle will go to cook dinner later, let him give you a copy?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded. He didn't have any appetite these days. He didn't want to eat when he returned to Yan Hang's house. If he sat here to eat with Yan Hang, he seemed to have a lot of appetite.
The uncle came back with two twice-cooked pilaf. They were surrounded by the hospital bed, with Yan Hang and his rice soup in the middle. This scene was a bit sad.
"I want to eat twice-cooked meat." Yan Hang said.
"It's too oily," said the uncle, "you also have meat in it, but it's just juicy."
"Can that count as meat?" Yan Hang took a spoon and stirred it in the rice soup. "I'm not afraid of oil, I want to eat meat."
"Be strong." He ate quickly on the first day of the new year, trying to eat as quickly as possible to avoid prolonged stimulation of Yan Hang.
"Fuck off." Yan Hang laughed.
On the first day of the first year, the steak was pulled very quickly, and within a few minutes, there was still the last small piece of meat in the lunch box. He picked it up and was about to put it in his mouth, and found that Yan Hang was staring at him.
"Huh?" He looked at Yan Hang.
"Give it to me." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, I looked at the diced meat about the size of a small fingernail between the tips of chopsticks: "You want to eat it?"
"Give it to me," Yan Hang glared at him, "Hurry up."
He hesitated on the first day of the new year, handed the diced meat to his mouth, and Yan Hang took it away.
"Can you chew, can you chew?" asked the first day of the month.
Yan Hang stopped after chewing twice, and sighed, "I have disappeared."
"Tomorrow will be ready," the uncle laughed, "this will not be the meal ordered for you tomorrow."
After eating, he leaned on the bedside to watch TV with Yan Hang on the first day of the new year.
The patient next to the bed just changed the ward, and no new patient came in at the moment. The uncle went to chat with the fellow next door, so he and Yan Hang were left in the ward.
It has been a long time, and he hasn't been so quiet with Yan Hang.
Although the TV is boring, although his feet are a bit uncomfortable, and he has to sit on a chair next to him, he feels very comfortable.
The phone rang and Li Ziqiang sent a message.
-We are all back, what's the matter with you? Chunyang said you took leave
-Well, Yan Hang was hospitalized and I took care of it for three days
He followed Yan Hang's instructions to Li Ziqiang back to the news.
Within two seconds, Li Ziqiang called directly.
"Who?" Yan Hang asked next to him.
"Li Ziqiang," said the first day of the new year, "I said you live in and are in hospital..."
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "If they come to see me and ask them to bring something to eat, any seafood noodles and seafood porridge will do."
"No seafood, can't it?" Chu Yi looked at him.
"Take it first." Yan Hang yawned.
"What's the matter with you on the first day of the first year?" Li Ziqiang asked as soon as the phone was connected, "Are you still taking us as friends?"
"What?" The first day was stunned.
"Chunyang said that you said something was going on a few days ago. Did Brother Hang be hospitalized a few days ago?" Li Ziqiang asked.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"Then you are a bit too much!" Li Ziqiang was very dissatisfied, "Chunyang and the others are all local, you can help with just one word! Don't say anything, you are too interesting."
"... Ah." I didn't know how to answer in the first day of the year, and I didn't understand why it was not interesting enough.
"Ah what," Li Ziqiang said, "Tomorrow we will go to the hospital to visit Brother Hang. If I can help you, just speak up."
"No, no, such a guest..." On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to decline, but was interrupted by Yan Hang.
"Let them bring me food." Yan Hang said.
He glanced at him on the first day of the new year.
"Eat, meat." Yan Hang said.
"Then you bring something to eat," Chu Yi had to repeat with Li Ziqiang, "He is drinking rice soup fast and he is crazy."
Li Ziqiang laughed very loudly over there: "No problem, it's on Chunyang!"
"Half-liquid food," added quickly on the first day of the new year, "he..."
"What kind of hospital is he staying in?" Zhou Chunyang's voice came over there.
"... Was beaten and robbed." The first day of the day gave Yan Hang a look.
"Stab wound?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"All right, half-liu food, right?" Zhou Chunyang asked.
"Yes." Chu nodded.
"Then shredded chicken noodles? Make another steamed egg or something? Pumpkin millet paste should be fine," Zhou Chunyang said, "I'm so hungry."
"Okay." He had just finished eating on the first day of the new year, making him a bit greedy.
The group of people in the dormitory probably didn't feel anything like absenteeism. They thought they would come at noon on the first day of the new year, but it didn't take long for him to enter the ward early in the morning when a group of people arrived.
"Damn it?" Zhang Qiang was stunned when he saw him, "What happened to your feet? Did you two get robbed together?"
"No," Chu Yi smiled, "accidentally."
"I will sympathize with you later," Li Ziqiang squeezed a pocket with several lunch boxes to the bedside, "Brother Hang is greedy, right? Hurry up, eat first, it's still hot."
"Thank you." Yan Hang said.
"Thank us. Originally, we wanted to buy high-end nutritional products," Li Ziqiang said. "You said you want to eat these, but it saves money. Adding one piece doesn't cost you 100 yuan."
"It's a big tone," Yan Hang said, "Don't look at it for a hundred yuan."
"Just came back from home," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile standing by the wall, "all are big money."
"Brother Hang," Hu Biao leaned over to the bed and sat down, "Tell me, what's going on, can the robbery hurt you?"
"Several people surrounded me." Yan Hang opened a lunch box. It should be shredded chicken noodles. It was very fragrant. On the first day of the new year, I could smell the fragrance by standing by the door. Yan Hang flicked while eating, "I can't be too busy."
"It's better to give money at this time, or you will suffer more," Hu Biao sighed, "Where is it hurt?"
"Tummy," Yan Hang glanced at Li Ziqiang next to him, "What's wrong with your face? Who else... Zhang Qiang?"
"Don't mention it," Zhang Qiang waved his hand. "When I go back to school, I'll do a fucking battle first."
"Are you following the ones I saw last time?" Yan Hang asked.
A few people rushed to talk about it. It was probably the few people who met 404 when they came back to school, wandering at the door of their dormitory, so they didn’t agree with each other and moved their hands. His hatred joined the battle, fighting from the fourth floor to the third floor and back from the third floor to the fourth floor.
On the first day of the new year, Zhou Chunyang glanced at him, and he found a blood hole on his neck.
"How did you twist your foot?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head and asked.
"Step on, empty." said the first day.
"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, sighed, and whispered, "If you have this kind of thing in the future, just say, even if we are all students who can't help much, it's okay to run errands or something. what."
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
"Are you all thinner?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him again, "How do I feel that you are thinner?"
"Are you there?" The first day of the day touched his face.
"Well, it's not much thinner than Yan Hang." Zhou Chunyang said.
He didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, and glanced at Zhou Chunyang.
Zhou Chunyang stood on the wall when he walked in, and he could still see that Yan Hang was thin and not thin!
None of these people found that Yan Hang was thinner, Zhou Chunyang actually saw that Yan Hang was thinner!
He and Zhou Chunyang looked at each other, feeling a little surging in his heart, he forgot to take his gaze back, Zhou Chunyang stared at him for a while and then laughed.
"What are you laughing at." A little embarrassed suddenly on the first day of the new year.
"No," Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan Hang, turned his head, turned to his side, continued to lean against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Last time I asked if you were a little bit? recognize."
When he thought of the words he talked to Zhou Chunyang when he was eating in the restaurant last time, he immediately blushed. When he said "no" to Zhou Chunyang at the time, what he was thinking of was completely different from what he is now.
He never thought that in just such a little time, he could suddenly become what he is now.
Very depressed.
Even a little annoyed.
Why do people change so quickly
He wanted to go back very much. It doesn't need to be special. Just before the day he had dinner with Zhou Chunyang, then there would be no problems between him and Yan Hang.
"No," he said.
"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned for two seconds before reacting, "Oh."
On the first day of the junior high school, he still looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
"I misunderstood," Zhou Chunyang said, "After all, I... So sometimes I just look at others for something, I'm sorry."
When Zhou Chunyang said so, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.
But I can't tell what I'm disappointed.
These people in the dormitory didn't stay long before they were chased away by nurses, saying it was too noisy.
"Brother Gou, say it when you go back to school," Hu Biao patted the shoulder of the first year of the junior high school. "We will come to pick you up. It is estimated that your feet will not get better in ten and a half months."
"Oh." Chu nodded, this time he didn't say thank you, fearing that Li Ziqiang would blame him for not having enough friends.
After a few people left, he looked at the food they brought over. Yan Hang didn't eat much, so he ate a few bites of chicken noodles.
"Isn't it delicious?" he asked.
"It's delicious, but I haven't eaten much. Now I'm full after just a few bites." Yan Hang looked at the lunch box in front of him, "I haven't eaten this pumpkin and millet paste yet. You can eat it."
"I can eat it all," said the first day.
"Then you eat it all." Yan Hang smiled and pushed all the lunch boxes in front of him.
He took it and started eating it on the first day of the new year. It was indeed delicious. He didn't eat early in the morning, and when he smelled the fragrance, he felt empty in his stomach.
Yan Hang leaned on the bedside, watching him work hard.
It's been ten days now. On the first day of the first year of the junior high school, he can’t eat and sleep well, and he has a fever and twisted his feet. Yan Hang didn’t feel obvious at first. He just noticed suddenly when he compared it with the kids in the dormitory of the first year. By the first day of the new year, I lost a lot of weight and looked tired.
"You can go to the hallway to weigh your weight later," he said, "have you lost a lot of weight? I can't tell if I look at you every day."
"Gangchun, Chunyang also said that I was thinner," Chu said as he ate, "maybe thinner, maybe a little bit."
Chunyang.
The three-character name is easy to take advantage of.
"I think you two have been talking for a long time," Yan Hang said, "what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing," Chu Yi raised his head and pulled the remaining bite of shredded chicken noodles into his mouth, "just ask, what's wrong with my feet."
"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the junior high school, I quickly ate all the leftovers, and then packed up the lunch box and threw it out: "I'll go weigh it, and look thin, not thin."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.
After watching the first day out, Yan Hang tilted his head back and sighed.
Although intellectually he knew that it had nothing to do with Zhou Chunyang on the first day of the junior high school, he still felt unhappy when he saw Zhou Chunyang standing aside and chatting quietly on the first day of the junior high school.
I always feel that I want to pull Zhou Chunyang over to warn me.
What can be warned
Don't fucking talk to the first day of junior high school
Don't you lead Chu Yi to other roads again
Gee.
Do these things really have anything to do with Zhou Chunyang
He actually couldn't figure out what he was thinking or worrying about. On the one hand, he felt that even if he liked him and liked men on the first day of the new year, it would be no big deal, and he felt distressed when he looked at him like this.
"I lost ten, ten pounds!" Chu Yi jumped into the ward and looked at him in amazement, "Is my meat cut or cut off? How thin is it?"
"Cut a fart," Yan Hang sighed, "It's so awkward."
"You go weigh it, weigh one to see?" said the first day.
"Okay." Yan Hang got out of bed slowly.
One of them was walking slowly, the other was jumping on one leg, and the nurses laughed as they walked through the corridor.
Yan Hang took a look at the weight scale on the station, and he was about 15 kilograms thinner than before he was hospitalized.
On the first day of the new year, he looked at the scale and frowned: "It's lighter than me."
"Hungry." Yan Hang smiled.
He curled his eyebrows and said nothing.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang flicked on his forehead, "After being discharged from the hospital, I will make up for it after two meals."
"It's just life, angry." On the first day of the day, when Yan Hang got off the scale, he reached out and touched Yan Hang's waist, then quickly retracted his hand.
Yan Hang took his hand and pressed it to his waist: "It's okay, the stitches will be removed soon."
"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he drew his hand and smiled.