Long Jiwei's personality is really peculiar. He once had a quarrel with the Han family, and once wanted Han Yue's life on the Panshang Highway. But when Han Yue begged him to save someone, he did so readily, and even defended Han Yue in front of the furious Lao Yu.
According to Lao Yu's personality, Han Yue's breaking into the laboratory was a major violation of discipline, and he had to notify his superiors to apply for handling. But Long Jiwei insisted not to report, his will was very firm, and his attitude was very rascal. Lao Yu angrily asked him why, and he said that it would be too troublesome to use this matter to deal with Han Yue, and he had to write a bunch of reports. It is a troubled time now, and one thing more is worse than one thing less.
In fact, everyone knows that he wants to save time to do what he wants to do. Whether Han Yuejin's laboratory is legal or illegal is just a matter of details for him, and there is no need to investigate further.
Han Yue made a copy of the materials obtained from Hou Yu, handed the original to Long Jiwei, and took the copy home by himself. It was already late at this time, and Han Yue was worried about letting the doctor accompany Chu Ci overnight, so he had to rush home.
In fact, when he got home, Chu Ci had already fallen asleep under the influence of the medicine, very calm and stable. When he is so seriously ill, he is actually just waiting for time. The condition will not repeat itself, but will only keep getting worse. Therefore, doctors usually tell the patient's family members to prepare psychologically, and there is no need to worry about the rest. It's useless to worry any more.
Han Yue sent away the doctor who accompanied him until late at night, and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling very tired.
It's not just running around for several days without sleep, and not just breaking into Nine Places to see Long Jiwei, the ups and downs of emotions make people nervous; the kind of physical and mental exhaustion, as well as the desire and worry for the future , is a burden that even Han Yue cannot bear.
He looked at Chu Ci's side face in the shadow of the pillow, and suddenly remembered for no reason that Chu Ci liked to sit in this position and stare at the ceiling motionless. Looking at his eyes, Han Yue always felt that he was full of worries, but if he asked him, he would just shake his head and say nothing.
Han Yue didn't know why he couldn't be happy all the time, as if he was carrying some heavy burden in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, but he was deeply ill in his heart day after day.
Only now did he have a little understanding of Chu Ci's mood back then.
The intense pain and despair, the inescapable bloody memories, make it impossible for people to live in the real world. If he can't get over that hurdle, he can only live in anxiety, tension, sorrow and hatred forever.
Han Yue only felt this kind of emotion in the past few days, and he already couldn't eat or sleep. If it lasted a little longer, he didn't know if he would collapse.
However, Chu Ci has survived for more than six years since the car accident of her adoptive mother and younger brother.
He lived in such torment every day. He faced Han Yue every day, but he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't reveal the terrible secret.
What should that feel like
As long as Han Yue imagined it for a while, he would feel very shuddering. He even couldn't help feeling a kind of subtle rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, such a fate never happened to him. Fortunately, he was not born in a poor family whose parents were killed by a collision and had nowhere to ask for help.
When Long Jiwei came to the door the next day, Chu Ci was still awake.
Han Yue didn't dare close his eyes all night. When the doorbell rang, he was sleeping on the sofa with his clothes closed. He hadn't fully fallen asleep yet, only a little hazy. As soon as he heard the doorbell, he immediately jumped up reflexively, and rushed to open the door in two steps in three steps.
Long Jiwei stood outside the door, wrapped in a black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets.
Han Yue saw a piece of his arm protruding from under his clothes, and knew that it was the old dragon napping on top of him.
"Where are people?"
"Not yet awake." Han Yue pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and in a blink of an eye, Long Jiwei walked in without treating himself as a guest.
Han Yue suddenly remembered that he used to go on a business trip to a village of the Miao nationality, where every house opened its doors, and the villagers were hospitable and enthusiastic, and visitors could go in and ask for water and food. Does Long Jiwei still retain the habits of his hometown? Do not lock the door all day and night, enter other people's homes as if entering your own, and carry a bowl around while eating
Han Yue followed to the door of the bedroom, and saw Long Jiwei moved a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, raised one hand flatly in the air, and the old dragon was poking his head out of his cuff, looking curiously at the Chu Ci.
Others don't know the horror of the old dragon, but Han Yue knows it very well - he spent half of his army career on this top-secret military project, otherwise he wouldn't be able to break into the nine laboratories without any obstacles. Everyone thought he was here to assign tasks.
This kind of creature has evolved to the top of the food chain, and the old dragon is the most domineering and terrifying existence among its kind.
Once this thing shows its power, let alone a mere Chu Ci, everyone in this community may be wiped out in an instant.
"I said it's no wonder I couldn't find you after the Panshan Highway. So you didn't go to the hospital, but hid here." Long Jiwei looked around the room, then looked at Chu Ci, and added: "—Even with ready nurses."
Han Yue stared at the old dragon motionlessly, because his nerves were tense in the past, his face became a little ugly.
"If you are afraid, don't look at it. Your emotions will affect the fluctuation of the old dragon." Long Jiwei waved his hand and said, "Help me close the door from the outside."
Han Yue took a deep breath and asked, "Is it okay? What if I go berserk..."
Long Jiwei said: "Before I come, you should be mentally prepared. There is a half-to-half chance. There is a half-possibility that he will be killed by the old dragon on the spot. Who knows."
Han Yue barely knew how he closed the door and turned back to the living room. A crazy impulse kept circling in his mind, wanting to rush in and push Long Jiwei out, and then guard Chu Ci steadfastly, letting his condition worsen.
In that case, at least half a month to live, right
At least half a month is left to anesthetize myself, pretending that nothing happened, and pretending that the future will last forever.
Sitting on the sofa, Han Yue felt his whole body go limp, his eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat. He tried his own body temperature, and his forehead was very hot, probably because the temperature dropped at night and he caught a cold while sleeping on the sofa.
Han Yue felt that it was useful for him to be alive now, and if he was gone, that heartless Chu Ci would not be able to survive. He forced himself to go to the study room to look through the medicine cabinet. After searching for a long time in a trance, he finally found two aspirin tablets, swallowed them with cold water, and went back to sit on the sofa in a daze.
I don't know how long I sat there, the sun outside the window was already high, only to hear a click from the bedroom.
Han Yue stood up suddenly, and almost fell because of his excessive movements. Long Jiwei walked into the living room with a tired face, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there anything to eat?"
Han Yue asked eagerly, "How is Chu Ci's situation?"
Long Jiwei shook his head, didn't say much, and asked again: "Is there anything to eat?"
After all, Han Yue was a person who walked through the wind and waves, so he was more able to calm down. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the questions first, and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of instant noodles. Fortunately, Long Jiwei was not picky about food, he looked very hungry, and he cleaned up the instant noodles in two or three bites.
I don't know if it was Han Yue's illusion, but Long Jiwei seemed to have grown a few years suddenly. He used to look extremely young, and people would believe that he was a young man in his twenties, but now he suddenly showed a bit of an adult look, a bit like twenty-five or six-year-old.
After eating the instant noodles, he put the bowl away and turned back into the bedroom. Han Yue didn't even bother to tidy up, and sat blankly in the living room, spending every second like a year.
He didn't even feel hungry, he just felt his whole body was weak and weak, and he fell asleep in a daze after a while. In a trance, it seems to be a dream. I dreamed that I went back to the two years when Chu Ci left. I lived alone in the hotel. The room was empty, and the people were empty. for what.
I don't know how long he slept, but suddenly Han Yue was awakened by a strong pressure on his chest, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the old dragon lying on his chest, looking around. This thing is as thick as a fist, and weighs at least five or six kilograms. No wonder it makes people breathless.
It might be that the two aspirin tablets played a role. Han Yue tested his temperature, and the temperature has dropped a lot, but his throat still has a little fever, and his tonsils may be a little inflamed.
He didn't care about his own affairs, and immediately got up and rushed into the bedroom, the movement was so fast that the old dragon couldn't dodge it, and slid to the floor with a bang.
The bedroom door was wide open, and Chu Ci's violent coughing could be heard from afar. The sound was heart-piercing. Han Yue rushed in to take a look, and saw him lying on the head of the bed, coughing up dark blood foam, vaguely mixed with something like minced meat.
"What's the matter with you? What did you do?" Han Yue rushed over with a livid face, and when he was about to help Chu Ci up, Long Jiwei grabbed him and said, "It doesn't matter if you let him cough, he will cough up more in the future." Come more."
"What the hell is going on here? How is he?"
Long Jiwei's complexion was really ugly, even worse than Chu Ci's, "It's not good, I took a look, and the bad things in his body—what you call cancer cells, have spread very far. Great, and it made me feel very uncomfortable. He should have had surgery sooner."
At this time Chu Ci barely stopped coughing, Han Yue immediately brought him a glass of water and carefully asked him to rinse his mouth.
Chu Ci drank two sips of water weakly, raised his head to look at Han Yue, his eyes paused for a few seconds, then turned to look at Long Jiwei, and asked hoarsely, "What...how am I?"
Long Jiwei said: "Don't ask me how I am. You are a patient. You should be very clear about your physical condition. The cancer cells that have spread cannot be eliminated at one time. The first thing we should do is to control the disease. After it is controlled, we will talk about the elimination."
He turned to Han Yue and said: "I will come here every day during this time, and when his condition is a little better, I will take him to the Ninth Division. In his case, he needs to borrow some radioactive equipment from the Ninth Division. The old dragon is close, but it is more stable and safer than it. I am not sure whether he will need surgery in the end. If the treatment process goes well, maybe the lesion will be restored to its original state, just like the early tumor, Gamma The knife can cut it off."
Although Long Jiwei usually has a rather extreme personality and is very indifferent, he spoke in a very orderly manner, and it can be seen that he really did his best.
Han Yue has never been so grateful to Long Jiwei. When he was on the Panshan Highway, he really hated Long Jiwei, and it was hard to dispel his hatred. But now even if Long Jiwei wanted his life, he would cut his own neck with a knife without hesitation and willingly.
"It's getting late, I'll take a step first." Long Jiwei looked at the time, and beckoned to the old dragon hovering at his feet playing alone. The old dragon immediately screamed and jumped into his clothes happily.
This thing became smaller again now, with two fingers thick and thin, arched on Long Jiwei's shoulders, and quickly quieted down.
Han Yue kept sending them outside the gate. Long Jiwei was not a person who could stand up and greet others, so he waved at Han Yue casually and said, "Go back, don't send them off, I have an appointment with the Commission for Discipline Inspection at night." people meet."
Han Yue immediately asked sensitively: "Disciplinary committee?"
"Well, about Hou Hongchang." Long Jiwei waved his hands without looking back, and quickly got into the red flag car at the door.
The matter of Hou Hongchang, the matter of the commander's wife, and the problems that plagued Han Yue like vines a few days ago suddenly seemed to have nothing to do with him. He only thought about Chu Ci at home, as if a little hope had suddenly arisen in a desperate situation, and even his steps became much lighter for a while.
To his surprise, Chu Ci got out of bed and opened the bedroom window. He was sitting in an armchair by the window, with the gentle evening wind gently brushing his hair, looking quite relaxed.
At first, Han Yue thought he was going to jump out of the window, but his hands and feet were cold from shock, and he rushed over to close the window with a bang: "What do you want to do?!"
Chu Ci seemed a little funny, tilted his head and asked him, "What do you think I want to do?"
"...Damn, it's okay, don't be scary, I'm almost getting anxiety attacks." Han Yue patted Chu Ci's face, went to hug the bed blanket and covered him carefully: "It's cold in the evening, don't blow it Get some wind."
Chu Ci stared at him quietly, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Are you sick?"
Han Yue was taken aback.
When he rushed over to see Chu Ci just now, his nerves were so tense that he forgot that he was still having a fever. Now as soon as Chu Ci reminded him, his top-heavy feeling suddenly returned, and it got worse.
"You have dark circles under your eyes."
Han Yue froze there all of a sudden, because he saw Chu Ci raised his hand and gently pressed it on his forehead for a few seconds.
Han Yue instantly felt his blood rushing to the top of his head, the temperature on his forehead must be rising rapidly, maybe his face was burning red - but it really has nothing to do with fever!
When Chu Ci took his hand away from his forehead, he was roaring in his heart: "No! Stick it for a while longer! Just for a while!"
But of course Chu Ci couldn't hear the turmoil in his heart, so he put his hand back on the armrest of the chair very calmly, and said, "You still have a fever, I think you'd better go to bed and sleep for a while."
Afterwards, Han Yue recalled his actions at that time, and felt that he was really ashamed. Because after Chu Ci finished saying this, he couldn't help but pull Chu Ci's hand towards him, then his knees softened, and he couldn't help half kneeling on the side of the chair.
He later remembered that this action was almost like a courtship, and the posture was very humble and pious-as expected, all the face was lost to the grandma's house!
Chu Ci was really stunned at the time: "You...are you uncomfortable?"
Han Yue coughed and stammered: "No, no, I was thinking that you will survive, and Long Jiwei will be able to cure you, I am very happy, really. "
"..." Chu Ci remained silent for a while without saying a word. Just when Han Yue was about to turn around and run away from embarrassment, he suddenly asked: "...Han Yue, Long Jiwei told me that you broke into the National Security Bureau No. 9 to invite him over... He said that this is something you will be shot to death ,is that true?"
Han Yue nodded subconsciously, and then saw Chu Ci's face change slightly.
"No, no! If you don't find out, you don't need to be shot!" Han Yue immediately changed his words, and felt wrong again: "I mean I won't be found out, and I don't care... Don't you think I'm here properly? Dragon That old boy Ji Wei also invited over, right? Really, I don’t care at all, so don’t take it to heart.”
Chu Ci frowned, and after a while he let out a breath, which sounded like a sigh.
"When you were sleeping outside, I talked to Long Jiwei about a lot of things. In the past few years, I have had too much trouble with you, and I can't hide it from others. It's emotional to cause such a big disturbance in order to protect a lover. Fame will have a great impact on your future career and promotion. To put it bluntly, it will be difficult for you to do anything big in the future. I think even if you are a relative of the Han family, the person who should help you the most, right You should have a big opinion too."
Han Yue instinctively wanted to refute, but before he could speak, Chu Ci pressed him back with his eyes.
"Han Yue, you have already done this for me. To be honest, it would be hypocritical to push back and forth. If I just opened the window and jumped out, it would be really unfair to you." Chu Ci paused, A little uncertain added: "Maybe... maybe it will hurt you."
Han Yue was stunned when he heard that, thinking that you are not only hurting me, you are killing me with a knife.
"I just don't understand..." Chu Ci took a breath and frowned hesitantly: "I want to know which one will make you regret more, handing me over to Hou Hongchang's parents now? Or ten years later?" Thinking of everything today, I feel that the things you gave up for me—including future and status, etc., are actually not worth it? I don’t want to see you describe yourself today with words such as young and ignorant, stupid and reckless after many years, you That would make me feel very sorry for you, to be honest, Han Qiang's incident made me feel...indescribably sorry to you."
These words were actually very incoherent in the end, Chu Ci seemed not to know how to express his feelings, so that the words were intermittent, and there were several pauses in the middle.
But Han Yue has been quietly half-kneeling and listening, or he can't do anything other than instinctively listening.
After a long time, it was gradually getting dark outside the window, and the room was silent. The last ray of afterglow shines through the glass window, outlining the vague shadows of the furnishings in the room.
Chu Ci lowered her head and saw Han Yue still looking up at him, holding his hand tightly.
He felt that Han Yue wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth several times.
Suddenly Han Yue stood up, his legs and feet were still numb due to the half-kneeling position for a long time, after a staggered step, he said without looking back: "You wait for me!" After finishing speaking, he hurried out of the room.
Chu Ci watched him go out, only to hear the sound of footsteps running to the study, and after less than a minute, he came back with two small velvet boxes in his hands.
"You still remember that year when you celebrated your birthday, we planned to go out to play, right? Unfortunately, we couldn't make it. I bought this ring at the time. Look, it's a pair of rings." Han Yue knelt down to Chu He opened the two box lids next to Ci, and inside were two identical Cartier LOVE screw men's rings. He took one and put it on his ring finger, then fumbled for the other clumsily, pinched it tightly with his fingers, and asked Chu Ci nervously: "If one day I'm gone, would you be willing to be my heir?"
Chu Ci stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled for a long time, and said: "No matter how you look at it, I will not be your heir, but you may become my heir, but it's a pity that I don't have any inheritance for you to inherit..." said Then he took the ring from Han Yue's hand and put it on his ring finger.
His action is actually very casual, if you want to describe it, it's like buying a Buddha statue from a small stall in a tourist attraction, and then hanging it around your neck. It's not very solemn, but it can't be said to be completely careless.
Han Yue held the two empty ring boxes tightly, suddenly lowered his head, and his shoulders trembled slightly. Chu Ci thought something was wrong with him, but as soon as he looked down at him, Han Yue covered his face with one hand in the dim afterglow of the evening, choking silently and violently.
Chu Ci was stunned for a while before reaching out to pat Han Yue's back. At this moment, Han Yue suddenly grabbed his hand wearing the ring, moved it to his mouth, kissed his finger heavily, and said with a sob: "You have to live well, don't let all my sacrifices be wasted." For nothing, okay?"
When he spoke, the trembling hot air sprayed onto Chu Ci's fingers and palms, and it felt a little itchy. Chu Ci closed her eyes, sighed almost silently, and said, "Well, good."