Yan Hai'an was still a little confused when he woke up, and the residual anesthesia still made him dizzy, but he couldn't suppress the pain in his body. He vaguely knew that someone was taking care of him, but he couldn't wake up completely, he just felt uncomfortable, and he kept moaning meaninglessly. The man kept asking questions, moistening his lips for a while, and making a pillow for himself for a while, without a moment's rest.
In the middle of the night, his consciousness finally broke free from the uncomfortable fog, and he opened his eyes to relax himself.
Only the two sleep lamps by the wall were still on softly. Yan Haian stared weakly at the lamps for a long time, and stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, preventing him from staring at the light source again.
"you're awake?"
It took Yan Hai'an a while to recognize whose voice it was, because the voice was too thick and not at all as vigorous as usual.
He tried to turn his head, this usual movement was very hard to do now, he shook his head very slightly, and felt slightly dizzy again.
Sun Yan trembled a little when he let go of his hand. He looked at Yan Haijian who was sleeping on the cot next to him, and bent down to get close to Yan Haian: "Is there any discomfort?"
His voice was so soft and soft, as if it was wrapped in a thick layer of cotton, as if Yan Haian's breath would shatter.
Yan Hai'an just felt weak and struggled to speak: "No."
Sun Yan grabbed the railing of the hospital bed and asked again, "Is your lip uncomfortable? Can I get you some water?"
Yan Hai'an didn't speak anymore, watching Sun Yan take a cotton swab to dip the water in the paper cup and stick it on his lips. It was obvious that he had done it many times with his proficiency.
His gaze followed Sun Yan all the time, and after the other party finished his work, he asked with all his energy he had accumulated for a long time, "Are you okay?"
Sun Yan's movements froze, he frowned, as if he was enduring something, turned his head away, and refused to let Yan Hai'an see his face. Yan Haian looked at him for a while: "Hello."
Sun Yan's cheeks were blurred by the soft light, tense, and his Adam's apple contracted slightly from time to time.
Yan Haian shouted again: "Hello."
Sun Yan still didn't turn his head.
Yan Hai'an complained: "I feel uncomfortable not seeing you."
Sun Yan quickly wiped his face with his hands, took a deep breath, turned his face, and smiled at him, probably because his eyes were still red, so he laughed as if crying.
Yan Haian moved his hand out of the quilt. Sun Yan hurriedly put his hand back under the quilt and held it again: "Don't move around, you'll be better, can't you just lie down?"
Yan Haian's wound was in constant pain, but his vision was a little clearer than before. He could see the stubble and dark circles on Sun Yan's face: "How long has it been since you had a good rest?"
Sun Yan held his hand, tightening it for fear of his pain, loosening it and not being at ease, and answering irrelevant questions: "Just wake up. Is it still hurting?"
Yan Hai looked at him quietly, and the feeling of rejoicing in his heart gradually passed away. Now that he thought about it, there was nothing at that time. The strange thing is that at the last moment of his life, what he felt was not fear, but the feeling of respect for Sun Yan. love, he had nothing else to think about.
Man's feelings can really go so deep that it almost frightens him. This deep feeling overflowed from his bones, blood vessels, heart, and skin, completely submerging him.
Yan Hai'an didn't know why, his eyes were hot, and he said, "It hurts."
Sun Yan's hand tightened, and there was childish sadness in his eyes: "I'll go to the doctor to give you some anesthesia."
Yan Hai'an gently hooked him with his fingers, the force was small but enough to keep him: "Don't go."
Sun Yan leaned over obediently, with the expression on his face wishing he could replace it with his body, and cautiously asked as if coaxing his beloved child: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Yan Hai'an raised his face slightly, his bangs fell down and covered his brows, making him look several years younger, he smiled and said, "It won't hurt if I kiss you once."
Sun Yan's gaze was so gentle that it hurts his heart. He pursed his lips, showed a sad smile, and pressed a kiss on Yan Hai'an's forehead. His lips were chapped and chipped, proof that he hadn't had a good rest.
"Squint your eyes and rest for a while." He stroked Yan Haian's cheek with the back of his hand, "I'll stay here with you."
Yan Hai'an watched him sit down and stared at himself, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in a blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "Go to sleep, too..."
Sun Yan groped the back of his hand with his thumb, and coaxed, "I'll go when you fall asleep."
Yan Haian felt that he had been lying down for a long time, and it was difficult to fall asleep again due to the pain in his wound, but it might be because his body was too weak, or the atmosphere was too tender, which made him feel comfortable and safe, so he fell asleep unknowingly past.
A night without dreams.
Two days later, Sun Ling came back from his busy schedule abroad. Under the double coercion of him and Yan Hai'an, Sun Yan finally agreed to go to have a good sleep in Yan Hai'an's ward.
Yan Hai'an recovered well and could sit up and chat with him. The two casually chatted about irrelevant things, and when they heard the sound of snoring, they both looked at Sun Yan who was lying on the sofa.
Yan Hai'an sighed: "How long has he not slept? I haven't seen him sleeping in the past few days. He always sleeps when I sleep, and I haven't woken up when he wakes up."
Looking away, Sun Ling said, "Who knows about him."
After saying this angry sentence, Sun Ling was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I think I should say thank you to you, but to be honest, this thank you is really hard to say."
He clasped his hands in front of his abdomen with a little irritability: "You may have heard that you were in critical condition after being dug out, and you were rescued for more than half a month."
My family has already said this, Yan Hai'an said: "I know, Sun Yan has been guarding me."
Yan Haijian's original words were neither eating nor drinking, day and night. Yan Hai'an could also imagine it, after all, Sun Yan was in that emotional state before he passed out.
"Yes," Sun Ling said expressionlessly, "but you may not know that Sun Yan has written a will. If you leave, he will follow you."
There was a sudden silence in the ward.
Yan Haian closed his eyes, waiting for the news to digest in his heart.
"Now I regret that I encouraged him to pursue you. You know, he has a serious heart knot. I thought it was good for him to take this step, but I didn't expect him to get worse." Sun Ling let go of his hands, ten fingers In contrast, "I felt very desperate at that moment, because I knew I couldn't stop him. If a person wants to die, there is no way."
Yan Hai'an opened his eyes: "Actually, during the period of being rescued, I occasionally became conscious. It was not a good feeling, it was very painful, and I was very tired. I was so tired that I wanted to just sleep forever like this."
The hospital issued critical illness notices several times, and each time Sun Yan's gaze became deeper, and his anger gradually disappeared from him.
"But when I think about how I saw him last, I feel uneasy." Yan Hai'an smiled slightly, and looked at Sun Yan who was not far away. He seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't make any sound.
Sun Ling, who had his back turned to him, didn't pay attention, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"
"I love him," Yan Hai'an's tone was unhurried, revealing indescribable warmth, "so I am willing to die for him, and I am willing to live for him. I have already understood this, and I hope that one day he will also will understand."
They didn't speak for a long time, and at the end, Sun Ling had a complicated expression: "I hope you can teach him this."
Yan Hai'an said with a smile: "Of course, I will, it's a lifetime thing, take your time."
He glanced at Sun Yan who was still sleeping, and smiled.
After Yan Haian was discharged from the hospital, Sun Yan took him to the winery to recuperate. There, Yan Haian can concentrate on self-cultivation without being disturbed by the outside world. Although he himself thinks that there is no need to spend so much time, the doctor's sentence not to work too hard for half a year makes Sun Yan feel like he is facing a big enemy and insists on strictly following the doctor's orders.
Yan Hai'an said that there is nothing to love in life.
This time is not the same as last time, after all, last time I came to play, this time not only can't work, even can't play, self-cultivation is self-cultivation, Yan Hai'an was tied to the bed by Sun Yan and lay down all day long.
In a word, there is really nothing to do in the past six months.
Yan Hai'an was controlled by Sun Yan with a very normal schedule, usually there were no entertainment programs, and he didn't even get to bed for the first three months. He suddenly felt that he had entered the old-age retirement life ahead of schedule, and he had a schedule for health preservation in the morning, noon, and evening. Boring was boring, but he felt a different kind of security.
Occasionally, he would think that it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life.
Later, the grape picking season came, and the whole winery was busy. Yan Haian didn't need to help, but he could feel the vitality in the busyness while watching.
The Mid-Autumn Festival happened to be in the harvest season, so Sun Ling didn't come over to join them this time. He was intriguing with his business partners in China, while Mo Yisheng was far away in Iceland, and the postcards he sent included his new friends.
But the bright moon is in the sky, and the horizon is at this time.
Sun Yan and Yan Hai'an were sitting on the European-style balcony, moon cakes bought in China were placed on the white iron table, and ruby red wine flowed from the goblet next to them.
The distant scenery is committed to the hazy night, blurring a soft outline, and the air seems to be rippling with the unique fresh and sour sweetness of grapes, giving people a sense of romance.
Sun Yan held the wine glass and shook it slightly, and the aroma of the wine escaped. He took a sip, and casually chatted with Yan Hai'an: "What did you watch today?"
Sun Yan had to deal with various things. After all, the winery was under his name, so he spent a lot of time separated from Yan Hai'an in a day. Every time he came back, he liked to ask Yan Haian what he had done.
In fact, what is there for Yan Haian to do in this nursing home model? Just scrolling through Moments, reading books, and occasionally drawing, it seems to have broken free from the mold of an adult and returned to high school. The simplicity is scary.
"Shelley's collection of poems." Yan Hai'an looked at the moon in the sky, toasted from a distance, and recited the poems he had just read today, "The sun is hugging the earth tightly, and the moonlight is kissing the sea waves."
He smiled and turned his head away: "But what's the use of these kisses, if you don't want to kiss me?"
This smile was plain and indifferent, but in Sun Yan's eyes, it looked terribly pretty. Their eyes met, and they were a little dazed for a moment.
Where did you step up to now? Is it from the first meeting that the two hate each other? Is it a confrontational relationship? Or is it the oolong of alcohol and medicine? Eventually the adrenaline in the car would easily overwhelm them
It is the body that indulges in lust that decides to start this relationship. They think they have seen the impermanence of the world, understand the full of variables in love, and swear that their hearts are as solid as a rock, but they find that they have been suffocated in the rolling red dust step by step. After a long time, when he really clenched the opponent's hand, he suddenly took a long breath. It was a feeling of survival.
Forget it, why bother to pursue it, since the matter has come to this point.
Now that this is the case.
After a long road of wading through mountains and rivers, and passing through countless forks in the road due to fate, at this moment, at this moment, it is no longer an accidental accumulation, but their choice.
The moon in the sky is tender and full, watching the kissing lovers.
Nung, moon and new moon.
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The length of this article is more in line with my wishes, and it will be over when I am not bored. There are still a lot of things that have not been explained, [reread] If [/reread] there is an episode, it will be mentioned, if not, please forget about them hahahaha. I won't say much, my feelings for each character have been written in the text, and so are my feelings. See you in the next article, although I haven't decided what to write in the next article [Go away