"sorry."
Xun Yuming leaned against Zhuang Yi's ear, repeating these three words over and over again, each time a small wound was cut in his heart. Tears clouded his vision, choked his throat, and slowly slid down his cheeks, a long river of tears.
"Don't say I'm sorry." Zhuang Yi wiped the corner of his eyes lightly with his thumb, shook his head and said, "I don't want to hear it."
What he wanted was not an apology, but a reason, an excuse that would allow him to deceive himself and accept his fate from now on.
"I..." Xun Yuming lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
Silence makes people collapse, and no response makes people despair. Zhuang Yi's eyes are like sharp knives, just looking at him so quietly, clearly not speaking, but it hurts him more than thousands of words, with one hand clenched On the mind, tighten and let go, let go and tighten, endlessly.
"Please..." He raised his face, sweat and tears mixed together, making him look extremely embarrassed, "Don't look at me like that."
Xun Yuming covered his face, as if in extreme pain, he slid down the sink. The ground is full of glass debris, the glass was knocked down during the dispute just now, and it shattered like a person's heart.
Zhuang Yi squatted down, picked up the two pieces of broken glass in front of his knees, let the sharp corners pierce into the palm of his hand, the blood flowed out, and the ground was bright red. He raised his arm, and lightly touched Xun Yuming's forehead with the back of his hand, it was so hot.
"You have a fever."
Just now he was so anxious that he ran back and forth on the mountain, sweating all over, and then being blown by the cold autumn wind, and losing control of his emotions, howling and crying, how could he not have a fever.
Xun Yuming opened his eyes, and just about to shake his head, his eyes suddenly fixed on his hands: "You... let go!"
Zhuang Yi wanted to smile at him, but he didn't. He opened his fingers one by one, threw away the two pieces of glass, and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
He no longer feels pain.
"I'll bandage you." Xun Yuming sniffed, his crying voice muffled, "Get up first."
Zhuang Yi didn't move, just stared at him with eyes that seemed to see through him, until he became uncomfortable, then stood up and carried him on his shoulders. Xun Yuming didn't dare to scream, facing Zhuang Yi who was like a trapped beast, he didn't dare to do anything, he could only comfort him cautiously, waiting for him to calm down slowly.
Zhuang Yi sent him to the big bedroom, went to the bathroom and threw a wet towel out, and squatted beside the bed to wipe his face. The wet eyelashes drooped on the pink eyelids, and they looked even more pitiful when they were wiped with water. Xun Yuming looked at him, helplessness in his bright black pupils, and he was more cute than ever.
"Stay here." Zhuang Yi put down the towel, pulled the quilt up for him, covered his eyes with his right hand, and said, "Sleep."
"I don't want to sleep." Xun Yuming blinked, and the wound on Zhuang Yi's palm was itchy, "...Okay."
Before Zhuang Yi could say anything, he took it easy and closed his eyes obediently. His head became dizzy after the fever, and soon he really fell asleep. Zhuang Yi looked at his peaceful face, feeling sad for a moment, sighed, got up and left.
At the end of the corridor on the right side of the bedroom, there was an unused hut. He went in to take out the cigarette butts he had just smoked and threw them away, and went to the kitchen downstairs to clean up the glass shards all over the floor. He called late and asked him what to eat for people with a fever. .
On the other side of the receiver, Chi Gui was watching a movie with his arms around Wan Wan Wan, his hands were kneading on his body and he couldn't make room for it. He pressed the speakerphone and said, "It's best to cook porridge if you have a fever. Eat something light."
Zhuang Yi opened the refrigerator door and did not go to the supermarket for a long time. There was only a pack of nuts, two boxes of raw ham, a fish, green onion and ginger, a few eggs and a little fruit left in it. In the end, Chi returned to get local materials, and asked him to cut the ham into thin shreds, boil a pot of white porridge with chopped hazelnuts, and steam a cup of egg custard.
When the rice was cooked, Zhuang Yi went to the yard to check around and found no safety loopholes before bringing the rice upstairs. It was still early, and Xun Yuming was not sleepy, he only woke up after a short nap, a faint fragrance wafted in the bedroom, and his stomach grumbled.
Zhuang Yi couldn't move his left arm, so he only held the bottom of the bowl with his hand. The porridge was still steaming. He scooped up a small spoon with a white spoon, blew gently, and handed it to his mouth: "Chigui guide me Make it, taste it."
Xun Yuming opened his mouth and swallowed it. The top-quality cloud leg itself has a salty taste, and it is even more delicious when mixed in the porridge. It is really good to add hazelnuts to enhance the fragrance. He tasted it twice, then reached for the spoon: "I'll do it myself."
He just has a fever, how can you feed someone with a dislocated arm. But I don't know that Zhuang Yi likes to feed him in his heart, but he just uses his illness as an excuse, besides, if he is fed today, it is not certain whether there will be tomorrow.
"Have you eaten?" Xun Yuming asked him while eating the porridge, "I ordered takeaway, did you see it? It's... on the cooking counter."
"I see, I'll go eat later." Zhuang Yi touched him to make up his mind, and his tone finally returned to gentleness, "I was smoking in the storage room just now, and I didn't hear you call me."
He was restless and wanted to be quiet and smoke a cigarette, but he was afraid that the bedroom would be smoky and smoke Xun Yuming, so he went to that room. The soundproofing of this house is very good, and there are no windows open, so he couldn't see how anxious Xun Yuming was.
"I thought you were kidnapped." Xun Yuming was still afraid. The hour when he didn't see Zhuang Yi just now was one of the most helpless and frightening moments in his life. The last time he was like this was after the car accident in Cairo. When my grandfather got sick and was hospitalized on the phone. "Oh yes, I just..."
He put down the porridge bowl, told him what the staff of Auto Repair City had just said, and said, "Should we call the police?"
"That's why you looked for me everywhere?" Zhuang Yi frowned, saw him nodding, and sighed: "Fool, do you think he can kidnap me?"
"That's not sure." Xun Yuming muttered with lowered eyes, "The tiger is still napping, and that man is insidious."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Zhuang Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile flashed past, his face became serious again, and he said in a gentle voice, "Be obedient, eat the egg custard too."
Xun Yuming nodded slightly, now he has to eat if he is hungry, and he has to eat even if he is not hungry, he doesn't want to disobey Zhuang Yi's intention, "I... plan to move out."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yi nodded and said, "Well, it's time to move out."
It's useless to force him to stay, "However, we have to wait until that person is arrested."
"But..." Xun Yuming was very entangled, this time the incident was extremely dangerous, if they hadn't happened to encounter mudslides, would they have been buried in the cliff all the way, he really didn't want to hurt Zhuang Yi.
What's more, now that things are up to now, they won't even be friends if they are afraid of being friends.
"No but." Zhuang Yi scooped up a large spoonful of wobbly egg custard and stuffed it all into his mouth, making him speechless in a vague manner. "Eat more, just drink porridge, no matter how full you are, you will be hungry after a while."
Xun Yuming took one mouthful after another, without even a chance to interrupt, after eating the last spoonful of custard, Zhuang Yi wiped the corners of his mouth, and said: "Don't sleep, and then take some medicine."
There are ibuprofen and acetaminophen in the medicine cabinet, but Xun Yuming has duodenal and gastric ulcers, so it is not suitable to take irritating drugs. Zhuang Yi went downstairs to search for a long time, found half a bottle of alcohol in the study, and took it up with a sanitary napkin to wipe him down to cool down.
Xun Yuming was lying on his bed bored, dizzy and still remembered to put hot water for him and take a bath every other day, which happened to be tonight. He rolled over and got out of bed, feeling dizzy and dizzy. He had high blood pressure just now, and he still walks a little unsteadily.
After finally finding the bathroom, he turned on the shower to clean the bathtub, and then remembered that the bath salt seemed to be still in the suitcase before, turned around and went out, just in time to meet Zhuang Yi who came up. The two bumped into each other, and Zhuang Yi hurriedly hugged him: "Why are you running around if you're not lying down?"
"I put water for you." Xun Yuming said, "I forgot where the bath salts were, I'll look for them."
Zhuang Yi glanced down at him and motioned him to look for himself: "What is that in your hand?"
"Oh, yes." Xun Yuming frowned slightly, staring blankly at the bath salt in his palm, with two question marks hanging on his head, "Why didn't I notice it?"
"You've got a fever." He had caught a cold in the mountains that day, and he was busy after returning, taking care of himself besides the high-intensity work every day. Zhuang Yi said: "It's strange if you don't get sick, go back and lie down."
"Then how do you take a bath?" Xun Yuming raised his face, his eyes moved obviously slowed down, and he looked a little dazed, "I'll get you bath salts, you soak first." Saying that, he wanted to go out again.
"..." Zhuang Yi raised his hand, pushed him to walk in, and said, "You are so stupid. I have something to do later, so don't take a shower, you go to bed."
He forced him back to the bed, pulled his collar away without any explanation, wiped his neck and chest with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, and ordered: "I'll go out for a while, and you sleep well. I'll lock the doors and windows, and I'll lock them later." It will turn on the power grid, you don't run around, you know?"
Xun Yuming was buried under the cloud-like quilt, only half of his face was exposed, and he said obediently: "I know, don't run around."
"Okay, go to sleep." Zhuang Yi turned off the lights, locked the bedroom door, casually changed into a zippered jacket and sweatpants, took out a wad of cash prepared in advance, and took a taxi to the hospital.
Cen Ji is on the night shift tonight and has already been waiting in the office. Zhuang Yi entered the door to say hello to him, and the two walked along the corridor to the utility room behind the hall. There are many old wheelchairs over there, but the lights are broken, so we can only borrow the light from street lamps through the windows.
Zhuang Yi took out a cigarette, handed it to him and asked, "Smoking?"
"No, I'm on duty." Cen Ji waved his hands and said, "Mr. Xun doesn't live in your house, why did you move out?"
He doesn't smoke, so Zhuang Yi just held on to the cigarette case, "He's going to move out after a while."
"Then he won't go back to the unit's dormitory?" Cen Ji received his message just now, saying that he was asked to rent a house for Xun Yuming, and couldn't help wondering: "And isn't his grandfather's house also idle?"
"It's not that I don't have a place to live." Zhuang Yi was mainly worried that it would be inconvenient for Xun Yuming to be alone, and if he couldn't help him in the future, at least there was someone he knew by his side. "I mainly want him to be closer to you. Please help him if there is something else."
"I have an empty house there, not far from the hospital. If you want, you can live with him, so you don't have to rent a house. Just... don't tell him it's mine, or you can rent it out."
He took out the envelope containing the money and said, "The rent is for you."
Seeing the thick stack of envelopes, Cen Ji must have had a lot of money. He smiled and said, "What are you two doing? I don't want to play such a bitter drama. He also told me in the morning that the ending is already doomed." , hope... what's going on?"
"What ending?" Zhuang Yi was puzzled.
Cen Ji said: "I asked him why he didn't reconcile with you. That's what he said. Maybe he felt that there was no good result with you. I asked him how he knew, and he said that science predicted it... Don't make trouble, science still has a good relationship." Can you predict this?"
"Scientific prediction?" Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment, and countless clues flooded his mind like a mess, as if he was in a fog, but his intuition told him that this sentence must have a deep meaning. "What did he say? You repeat it to me."
"Hmm... Let me think about it." Cen Ji frowned and thought.
Zhuang Yi became more and more impatient, hoping that he would speak quickly, but also afraid that he would forget when he opened his mouth, so he had to light a cigarette with trembling hands. I pressed the lighter a few times, but it didn't light up, and the ring finger of my left hand jumped wildly.
"Oh!" Cen Ji slapped his thigh suddenly, took his cigarette, lit it up and said, "I remembered, what he said was not that science can predict love, but genes. That's right, that's right."
Zhuang Yi took a sip of the filter, weighed the word "gene" over and over again, his spiritual platform was clear, and suddenly thought of something, he ran away. In a blink of an eye, the person in front of him disappeared.
"Hey… ?"
"The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later. Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy, please try again later."
Zhuang Yi hung up the phone with shaking hands, rushed to the road and waved to stop the car. The cold wind made people feel chilly all over, but his blood boiled all over his body. He rushed in the middle of the road with cars passing by, causing countless angry horns, and some people even lowered the windows and cursed.
"Hey! Are you crazy? Don't die!"
Just as Passatri's bald head finished spitting out a sentence, Zhuang Yi suddenly opened the car door and sat in, urging repeatedly: "Go to Yuexi Hua Mansion, quick! Quick! Quick!"
"...Are you sick?" The bald-headed Yu said with an unreasonable expression, "I'm the big brother of the private car!"
Zhuang Yi suddenly remembered something just now. Back then, Grandpa Xun Yuming was seeing Lao Chen for treatment. At that time, Lao Chen was still a doctor of Xiao Chen. What happened to their grandparents and grandchildren, Lao Chen must know clearly, and recalled that Lao Chen once said to him with an inscrutable expression: "Why don't I know?"
He suddenly realized something, and wished he could put on his wings and fly over. It was too slow to fly a plane at this moment, but the driver refused to move. He was so angry that he unzipped the zipper and fumbled all over. He took out a stack of RMB, a handful of pink Colored paper notes were thrown over, "Are you going? Are you going? Are you going?!"
"Hey, go, go, go!" The bald man's eyes lit up, he pulled the handbrake, shifted to first gear, and kicked the accelerator to blast out.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhuang Yi knocked on the door of Old Chen's house out of breath.
Chen Linlin came over with his slippers on, and when he opened the door, he saw him wind up and asked, "Where's your father?"
"Uh..." Chen Linlin scratched her thigh, wondering, "Where is the hospital?"
"..."
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Press: "Tears of the Long River" - from Fang Lingru's "Poem One".
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