393 Waiting for Regret
"It's also handsome in a trench coat!"
"Also, wearing a large plaid scarf must have a special feeling."
"Chu Huan, if you think about it, if you have high-end clothing, why don't you have a Chinese aristocratic style, with improved designs such as Chinese tunic suits and Chinese mandarins, and God, I am excited when I think about Xiao Moye wearing these kinds of clothes. Up!"
"That's right, Chu Huan, I want to say something for help, go up to the sword mountain, down to the sea of fire, we all recognize it!"
Everyone was talking about it, and Chu Huan's heart suddenly felt warm.
Qu Feizhuo looked at Duan Tang, and he didn't know how to comfort him. When he learned that his friend had restored his memory, he was really happy. After all, this means that in the future, he should not be troubled by headaches anymore.
However, now, he would rather Duan Tang's memory never recovered. Perhaps it would be better without recovery.
Qu Feizhuo remembered that that day, Duan Tang came to the hospital of the military region and stood at the door of his clinic without saying a word. It was like a cold stone sculpture without the slightest popularity.
Qu Feizhuo was stunned. At least, he had never seen Duan Tang like this before, as if he had no longer cared about everything.
"What the hell is going on?" At the time, he asked.
Then, after waiting for a long time, he saw Duan Tang's eyeballs finally moved, and smiled at him that was uglier than crying, "She said, she doesn't regret it."
she was? Who is this she
Almost no need to ask, Qu Feizhuo knew that she was referring to Chu Huan. Only Chu Huan can make Duan Tang show such an expression.
Without asking in detail what the meaning of this sentence was, Qu Feizhuo accompanied Duan Tang to the Huantang, packed a box, and relieved his sorrow when he was drunk.
Wine, drinking bottle by bottle. Qu Feizhuo vaguely felt that Chu Huan must have said something and cut off all the thoughts of his friend, so that his friend would have such an expression.
When Duan Tang drank the fifth bottle of red wine, as a doctor, Qu Feizhuo finally snatched the wine from the other party, and whispered, "Don't drink anymore, isn't it just a woman? Is it other than a woman? Do you have no other meaning to survive?"
"Yeah, there should be other meanings." His voice was indifferent, "You tell me, what should I think about now?"
Qu Feizhuo shook his heart and asked, "Then what do you want to do most now?"
Duan Tang lowered his eyes and looked down at his hands, as if feeling something. These hands used to hold someone's hand so tightly, but even if he held it tightly, it was of no use. When the woman was determined to let go, he couldn't keep it.
This... should be his biggest frustration, as it was back then, and it is still true now.
It's just that he lost to Xiao Moye's methods back then, but now, he is lost to Chu Huan's love.
She was only passionate for him, not enough, nor deep enough, so it was not love, but she was a deep love for Xiao Moye.
Is it time? Was it because he met her too early? When she dared not love, he loved, and when she could love, he still didn't realize the importance of her to him.
"Is it destined to be a tragedy when I meet the right person at the wrong time?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in the box.
Qu Fei was stunned, and then said for a moment, "It's not necessarily, it just depends on what you think." Too persistent, sometimes it only makes the pain worse.
"Me?" Duan Tang's lips lightly filled with a smile, like a cold cold wind, immersed in people's heart and lungs, "I just want to see her regrets." As he said, he raised his head. , Looked at Qu Feizhuo, "Didn't you ask me before, what do you want to do the most? Waiting for her to regret it is what I want to do the most."
Qu Feizhuo suffocated, and the next day, Duan Tang went to the Second City Hospital and saw Yu Mengtian who was still in the intensive care unit.
At this moment Yu Mengtian, with layers of gauze trembling on her body, her face has long been invisible. Of course, even if it is not the face before falling into the sea, it does not belong to her.
Duan Tang walked to the bed and looked at the woman who was struggling to get up. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover my memory in my life, so I think I should say thank you. But also because You hurt the person I want to protect the most, so I will let you stay in jail for a lifetime."
Yu Mengtian's eyes are full of hatred, but the man she loves most in her life wants to send her to prison. Her whole life was completely ruined. He gave her a dream, but he broke it with his own hands.
Suddenly, she laughed, giggling, and the laughter was hoarse and unpleasant. Because of her laughter, it affected the wounds on her face, so that when she laughed, the expression on her face could almost be described as horror.
"Duan Tang, you will regret it. You abandon me and choose Chu Huan. Do you think Chu Huan will choose you? She will only love Xiao Moye, and the person she wants is not you at all!" She hysterically Yelled, "You should let Chu Huan fall, you should disfigure her, you should make her live better than die! Only I love you, I love you so so, in order to love you, I even He changed his appearance, but what about you, what did you do to me!"
And he just looked at her quietly, with indifferent eyes, as if no matter what she was shouting, it had nothing to do with him.
Finally, Yu Mengtian’s roar became smaller and smaller, and finally, lying on her face, coughing constantly, some of the wounds on her body had cracked open, and the white gauze was oozing with bright red blood.
Duan Tang said in a calm tone with almost no ups and downs, "I won't regret it, but I'm waiting for others to regret it."
After saying this, he seemed to be completing a certain ritual, turned and left the room, no longer looking at Yu Mengtian.
Yu Mengtian was lying on her head in embarrassment as if she had consumed half of her life.
Are you in jail for the rest of your life? Or, in fact, when she fell into the sea, she might as well die!
"Chu Huan, Duan Tang, Xiao Moye... I hate you! I hate you! You'd better not be happy for the rest of your life! Pain for the rest of your life!" The stern voice, like a curse, returned to the white ward.