Tang Song pushed open the door of the intensive care unit and went in. Tang Wei was lying silently on the bed, his handsome face pale. Above his head was an IV bottle, with three bottles hanging, and now the first bottle was still half full, hanging in the air.
The instruments in the ward were beeping and flashing dim lights, which sounded unsettling on a night like this.
Tang Song sat down beside the bed, looked at him heavily, and took the data recorded by the nurse at the bedside and looked at it.
Tang Wei's dry lips moved a few times. For some unknown reason, his brows gradually became more and more furrowed, and he looked extremely painful.
"Fourth brother." Tang Song quickly put down what he was holding and called him. He glanced at the IV bottle above his head and asked, "Did you inject it too quickly?"
As he asked, he slowed down the speed of the drip bottle.
However, the pain on his face never dissipated, and his pale lips trembled, as if he was saying something. Tang Song leaned over and put his lips to his, only to hear Chan murmur softly:
"Shang Shang..."
Those two words were like a call from the abyss, weak and ethereal, desperate and painful.
Tang Song also felt a pang of grief when he heard this.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "Brother, if you miss her so much, you might as well tell her everything."
Tang Wei seemed to still be conscious. Hearing this, he moved his fingers. Finally, he used his strength to move and press on the back of Tang Song's hand. Tang Song looked at him solemnly. Even in such a hot season, his fingers were still cold and without temperature.
Tang Wei's eyelashes moved, and he finally opened his eyes. His eyes did not look clear. His lips moved, and the sound he spoke was hoarse, but Tang Song still understood what he meant.
He didn't want Shang Shiyu to suffer with him.
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the other side.
Shang Shiyu was lying on the bed and had a dream.
In the dream, there was Tang Wei, and only him.
He was lying on a narrow bed, covered with a thin white sheet, suffering in the sea of fire, calling her name again and again, in great pain. She wanted to get closer to him like crazy, but he pushed her away inch by inch, rejecting her again and again.
She stood helplessly outside the fire, watching him suffer in despair, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't save him, and she didn't even have the qualifications to share his pain.
Shang Shiyu was tortured by this nightmare and was in great pain. She curled up into a ball and trembled violently.
The pain was too deep, and she finally woke up. She suddenly opened her eyes, staring at the dark night with lifeless eyes, breathing heavily, her forehead and back were soaked with cold sweat, and when she touched them, they were ice-cold.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
But it was a false alarm.
However, this dream was too real. It was so real that even after she woke up, she couldn't help crying. The scenes in the dream made her dare not think about it again.
It doesn’t matter, the old people say that dreams are the opposite of what they think.
Therefore, he will surely live a long and healthy life.
Shang Shiyu murmured, wiping away the tears from her eyes. It was late at night, but she was no longer sleepy. She threw off the blanket, got up, left the room, and poured herself a glass of water.
At this time, the house was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The man's figure appeared more clearly in her mind at this time.
I say I have forgotten, but I still can’t forget it.
It's like this person has grown into my body and been engraved into my bones. If I want to forget him, I have to cut my flesh and bones.
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In the following days, Tang Wei stayed in the hospital, undergoing various examinations and taking more medicine.
He was drowsy for a long time and was not awake for very long.
And the other side.
Shang Shiyu was still busy with her work and lived a dull life. She never called Tang Wei again, but she couldn't help but search for his news on the Internet at some point.
But apart from the fact that several actors have completed the filming of his movie "City of Amnesia", there is no other news.
Two months have passed in the blink of an eye. Summer is gone and autumn is approaching.
The alarm clock in the early morning broke the tranquility of autumn. Shang Shiyu reached out from under the quilt, turned off the alarm clock, and got up without staying in the quilt for a second. In the past two months, her sleep quality was very poor, and she suffered from insomnia almost all night. She thought that if this continued and the situation did not improve, she might have to go to the pharmacy to get some tranquilizers, or find a hypnotist.
After washing up, she didn't even have breakfast, and she picked up her bag and prepared to go to the company. When she passed the hall, she habitually glanced at the calendar.
Today is September 25th, which is August 26th in the lunar calendar.
It's his birthday.
Shang Shiyu couldn't help but touch the numbers with his fingers. He still remembered the scene of giving him the tie clip on his birthday three years ago.
How will he celebrate his birthday this year
Will it be lively
Will I still remember those scenes from my birthday three years ago like she did
Thinking of this, Shang Shiyu's nose felt uncontrollably sour. But the next moment, he laughed at himself, sniffed, and swallowed the bitterness.
Heh~ They are now real strangers, what is she still dreaming about? Besides, Yunling will definitely accompany him on his birthday this year. Why should he still remember me
She took down the calendar and threw it into the trash can. Without staying for a moment, she opened the door and walked out of the house.
Take a taxi to the company. When the car was about to arrive at the station, Shang Shiyu suddenly said, "Master, please turn left in front and stop at the A-Cake shop."
"Oh, OK." The driver listened to her and turned left. After driving straight for about ten minutes, the car stopped at the cake shop.
Shang Shiyu looked at the big a-cake sign in front of him and was a little distracted.
He doesn't really like sweets, but the handmade cakes from this chain store are pretty good, and he would make an exception and have a couple of bites.
"Miss, are you buying a birthday cake for your friend?" The clerk asked her with a smile, "You can come in and take a look. Today's birthday cake was just made by our chef. It's very fresh."
Shang Shiyu came back to his senses and walked in. His eyes unconsciously swept over the exquisite birthday cake in the freezer.
"Miss, what kind of cake do you want? For children or adults?" the other party asked enthusiastically.
"Give me one with less sugar, please."
"No other special requests?"
"No."
"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk bent over to take the cake. Shang Shiyu suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing why he bought this cake. Who was it for
She followed her inner impulse and changed the direction of the car. When she got here, she picked a low-sugar cake that she didn't like very much.
Such behavior seems particularly ridiculous, as if it were something that had gone mad.