Zhu Qinghuan went back to the room alone when she saw that Nan Yang was asleep. She took out the computer in the room to write a diary, and by the way, she scrutinized her script ideas. Before she knew it, it became dark.
The back of her sitting was sore and numb, she stretched her waist, and when she stretched her forearm, she thought of Nanyang who was still sleeping on the sofa.
Would you like to take a look
Zhu Qinghuan remembered how she was drunk during the day, and said that people were noisy, and that she didn't leave in front of Tang Hulu, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. She gently opened the door, the living room was dark outside, she walked to the sofa with the light from the bedroom, and looked down at Nanyang who was asleep.
Nanyang was still in the same position as he had just fallen asleep, with his face resting on the red cushion, his breathing shallow, and his long hair draped all over his back.
Zhu Qinghuan was relieved to see her sleeping soundly, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
When she stepped into the bathroom, she paused.
wrong.
Red… Red cushions
Aren't there all white cushions on her sofa
Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly turned around and bent down to check. She touched the cushion on Nanyang's pillow with trembling hands, and found that her hands were sticky and wet. He raised his palm, full of dazzling red blood.
The heartbeat seemed to stop.
His eyes fell on Nanyang's sleeping face again, and after looking carefully for two seconds, he saw that her nose was bleeding. She had shed a lot of blood, she never knew that a person could bleed so much from a nosebleed that the entire cushion was dyed red.
Zhu Qinghuan was frightened, she tried to call Nanyang's name twice, but got no response at all. After she regained her senses, she immediately dialed the 120 emergency number.
What followed was a long, helpless and sluggish wait. I don't know how long it took, there were knocks on the door, she went to open the door, and the noise around her started again. She was a little dazed, but she only knew that she seemed to follow Nanyang to the ambulance, and there seemed to be many people carrying cameras. People surrounded Nanyang's stretcher. Nan Yang, who was lying on the stretcher, was still bleeding from her nose. It seemed that she could not stop bleeding. Half of her face was covered in blood, and even the white shirt on that side was dyed red.
After Zhu Qinghuan came back to his senses, he found himself sitting on a bench in the hospital.
The doctor came out of the ward with a clip, saw her sitting by the door, and asked, "Are you her family member?"
Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly stood up and nodded: "Yes... I, I am her wife."
"Well," the doctor opened the case, "she just has too much nasal bleeding and is somewhat anemic, and she has been given blood plasma. Although it seems that she has a lot of bleeding, the miraculous thing is that there is no major damage to her body, and the cause is still the same. I didn't see it, maybe it was getting angry, or it could be other reasons. In short, her body is very weak, and nosebleeds are normal. "
With that said, the doctor closed the case, and his eyebrows were a little serious: "Do you know about her right hand?"
Zhu Qinghuan looked at the doctor in confusion.
"Her tendon in her right hand was broken, and the tendon inside is still missing. It may be more serious than nosebleed. Although it will not be fatal, she will always suffer from severe pain. If there is no pain medication, It's hard to live a normal life."
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.
A flash in my mind.
She suddenly remembered Nanyang's right hand that was always shaking when he put the seasoning, and the ugly, crooked letters on the notebook.
And in the nanny car that night, she held her head with her right hand for an entire hour.
It turned out to be... Was the right wrist tendon broken
If she could have been a little slower and more careful when wiping the palm of her hand at that time, wouldn't she have been able to find out what was wrong with that hand
When Zhu Qinghuan was full of confusion, he suddenly heard the sound of crutches leaning on the ground from the corridor in the distance. She heard the sound and looked over, and it really was Mei Zhongli. Not only did Mei Zhongli come, but Sun Guohui and Sun Xuxue also followed.
Zhu Qinghuan suddenly became scared.
Mei Zhongli glared at her with sharp eyes, as if complaining that she did not take good care of Nanyang.
The doctor continued: "She is awake now, you can go in and see her."
Mei Zhongli led a group of people into the ward first, and Zhu Qinghuan hesitantly followed. Of course she wanted to see Nanyang, but she was terrified of Mei Zhongli, and she felt very guilty. She couldn't help thinking, could Nanyang's nosebleeds have something to do with her boozy chocolate
Nanyang was leaning on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, his cheeks were biting tightly.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mei Zhongli. But when she saw Qing Huan standing at the back, her eyes tightened and she asked Mei Zhongli coldly:
"Who let her in?"
Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.
A layer of water mist appeared on the bottom of his eyes instantly.
she…
Is she mad at herself
Mei Zhongli glared at Zhu Qinghuan again and gave Sun Xuxue a look. Sun Xuxue immediately patted Zhu Qinghuan on the shoulder and took her out of the ward. After a few words of comfort outside, Sun Xuxue came back immediately.
"Door close."
Nanyang ordered.
Sun Guohui, who was standing at the back, closed the door and locked it.
Seeing that the door was tightly closed, Nanyang finally let the pain that was tortured between her brows leak out. She slumped to the side of the bed with her reluctantly supported body, and her pure black hair fell to the ground.
"Come on..." Nanyang trembled all over, sweat on his forehead, "inject me an analgesic."
As soon as Mei Zhongli heard her say "injection", she knew that things were in trouble. Nanyang is a person who can endure pain very much. Usually, the pain is no more than taking a few ibuprofen. She can say "injection of analgesics", which means that she has no time to wait for the capsule to work in her stomach.
"I'll go to the doctor now!" Mei Zhongli said immediately.
"The door... Open the door a little bit smaller," Nanyang raised his sweaty eyelids with difficulty, "don't let her see me."
A trace of pain flashed in Mei Zhongli's eyes and nodded.
Nanyang's left hand was curled up beside the bed, not knowing whether to cover the scar on his heart or his broken right wrist. Her head was hanging on the edge, and she was still trying her best to endure. Sun Xuxue could see what she was enduring, so she hurriedly took the trash can, wrapped the plastic bag and put it next to Nanyang.
Nanyang finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bright red blood dripped intermittently down her chin into the trash can. She vomited a lot, and in the end, the blood was mixed with the sticky saliva in her mouth, and a long line of blood hung down from her lower lip, and she kept sipping it.
It really hurts.
Her heart, her right wrist, and the blood vessels all over her body hurt so much that it was like breaking her bones inch by inch and grinding them into pieces. Under the severe pain, her reason was almost unable to suppress her impulse. At this moment, she could not wait to insert the knife into her chest immediately to end this never-ending purgatory.
"Old Ancestor..." Sun Xuxue was so distressed that she couldn't help it.
Sun Guohui was silent on the side. He has lived longer than Liu Zhen and Mei Zhongli, and has followed Nanyang for longer. He has seen Nanyang like this countless times. He feels distressed, but more of it has become numb.
Yes, countless times.
Nanyang himself is almost numb.
For three thousand years, she had chosen the forbidden technique from the very beginning, and knew that she should bear such a price.
The doctor came over quickly and injected Nanyang with medicine according to Mei Zhongli's request.
The pillows and large sheets were soaked with sweat.
After a while, her expression slowly returned to its usual dullness. Sun Xuxue, who had just come in, took a tissue and thoughtfully wiped the sweat off her forehead.
With a blank face, she took a tissue from Sun Xuxue's hand, opened her mouth slightly, and wiped off the bitten blood from the tip of her tongue.
There were tears in Sun Xuxue's eyes: "Ancestor, don't bite your tongue every time, okay? Your tongue is broken, you can't even eat food, you can't help biting your lip, at least I can give it to you. You apply medicine..."
"Broken lips, she'll see."
Nanyang said lightly.
Sun Xuxue opened her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't say a word.
"Xu Xue, give me a mirror." Nan Yang looked at her.
Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a small mirror and handed it to Nanyang's hand tremblingly.
Nanyang opened the mirror and scrutinized his face in it. She was still a little pale, and there was a bit of blood scab on the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off with a piece of paper, and folded the paper towel back and forth to wrap the blood scum and threw it into the trash can.
"You guys go out and ask her to come in."
Nan Yang, who had packed up, sat on the head of the bed and glanced at the idle people in the room and waited for a while.
"Yes, old man."
Everyone knelt down, kowtowed to Nanyang, and then exited the room one by one.
"Little Lizi." Nan Yang called.
Mei Zhongli immediately stopped and bowed his head respectfully, "What's the matter, Patriarch?"
"I'm very grateful for you to run so far for me in the middle of the night and take care of me." When Mei Zhongli was about to speak, Nan Yang interrupted him by raising his hand and continued, "However, I don't want to see you use that kind of thing again. stare at her."
Mei Zhongli reacted and was so frightened that he hurriedly bent down: "My ancestor, I..."
"No need to kneel," Nanyang stopped him from wanting to kneel, turned his head sideways, and said in a shallow voice, "I'm not blaming you, I just want you to know that maybe she was yours for the first ten years. A vassal is a tool you use to please me. But now she is my wife and is on an equal footing with me. I am not asking you to kneel her, I mean, you have to learn to communicate Respect her just like you respect me, she is your uncle after all. Understand?"
Mei Zhongli lowered his head: "I... I understand, don't worry."
Nanyang looked at him, his eyebrows curved: "Okay, go to rest early, you have worked hard tonight."
"Thank you ancestor for your understanding." Mei Zhongli bowed again and withdrew.
After everyone was gone, Nanyang lowered his eyes and stroked the thread on the white quilt, quietly waiting for Qing Huan to come in.
After a while, Zhu Qinghuan walked in slowly, with red eyes and cautious movements. Seeing Nanyang leaning against the head of the bed, she stopped in the distance and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"What's wrong with you?" Nanyang smiled at her gently, "I had a nosebleed in the middle of the night. You sent me to the hospital. I should thank you."
"If it weren't for my boozy..."
"It's nothing to do with chocolate," Nanyang's voice was also very soft, "it's delicious. I said it, and I want to eat it again."
Zhu Qinghuan resisted the urge to cry and asked, "Aren't you mad at me just now?"
"I..." Nanyang suddenly remembered that he had just murdered her in a hurry. She had been married to her for a while, and she had never spoken to her in such a tone. She must have been frightened and felt guilty. " I'm sorry, it's none of your business. It's me... I look in a trance and recognize you as someone else."
"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.
"Come closer to me." Nanyang's deliberately lowered voice came.
Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip, unable to bear Nanyang's tone, and moved over in small steps.
After a long while, she couldn't hold back and asked, "What's so good about me, I deserve you to like me so much?"
Nanyang was startled, pursed his lips, and smiled:
"Look, you don't like me, and you put chocolate in my pocket, so kind, of course I deserve it."
Every word of Nanyang was softly hitting Zhu Qinghuan's heart.
Faced with such Nanyang, how could she not be moved at all
Don't say she wished Qinghuan, how could anyone not be moved by Nanyang's love so much? But she couldn't believe her. She was afraid that she would take her seriously and fall in love with her recklessly, but she turned her face away. She was afraid that she finally fell in love with someone, but what she gained was disappointment and even despair. She didn't dare to let herself sink, she didn't have any chips, she couldn't bet anything.
However, when Nanyang's eyes looked at her, she had the urge to believe her regardless.
Such affectionate and long eyes.
It was as if she had loved her for centuries.
Nanyang saw the moving expression in Qinghuan's eyes, her heart trembled, but she struggled to maintain her reason.
"You don't have to be under psychological pressure. If you don't like me, you can still dislike me. Don't go against your own heart just because of a little guilt." Nanyang said slowly, "Qinghuan, I just hope you can be really happy. , as long as you live happily and love me or not, I don't care."
Her tone wasn't greasy love words, she confided every word so sincerely, like wrapping her heart with her blood and holding it for the other party to see.
She said, as long as you can live happily.
Love me or not, I don't care.
As long as you can live.
After a long time, Qing Huan's tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and she choked and asked:
"What if... I want to divorce you?"